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>ywn be tied and gagged by your stallion
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>ywn feel so good from being left completly at his mercy to be used however he wants for as long as he wants
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>ywn moan into your gag begging for his attention
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>ywn feel your heart flutter when he starts walking towards you
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>ywn dream of countless scenarios and fantasies while he gets closer and closer
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>ywn feel his hooves on your crotchtits
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>ywn feel his muzzle caressing your neck going up to your ears
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>ywn feel him nibbling with your ears
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>ywn hear him whispering with his soft yet powerful and commanding voice
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You are mine
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>ywn try to respond to him before his firm horsecock brushes against your wet needy horsepussy
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>ywn feel him rubbing its length along your folds
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>ywn hear your own muffled lustful feminine whimpers
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>ywn never feel every detail of his cock with your lips
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his medial ring
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his round tip
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You need him so bad
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>ywn feel him stop
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Is this it?
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>ywn feel his tip pressing against your entrance, only gently taping it
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Again and again and again...
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You hold it anymore
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YOU NEED HIM
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>ywn hear the ratling of chains and your own desperate muffled cries
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>ywn stop at the sudden voice in yor ears, is so gentle, so sincere yet so powerful
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Do you want it?
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Then beg.
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>ywn let out a lustful moan against the gag
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>ywn try to tell him how much you need him with the sluttiest neediest voice you can muster
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>ywn see the smirk on his face
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>ywn feel his cock finally entering you
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>ywn feel every inch of him opening and stretching your vagina
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>ywn feel your walls calmping on his lenght engulfing it, just as needy as you are
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>ywn feel him start pulling out
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>ywn feel him pushing back in with the strength of a feral beast
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>ywn feel so full of him
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>ywn be completly comsumed by pleasure as he starts picking up the pace
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>ywn hear your own moans
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>ywn hear the ratling of chains
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>ywn hear the huffs and animalistic grunts of your stallion
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>ywn feel his rhythm change, slowing down but railing you with even greater force
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>ywn feel his cock growing inside you
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>ywn feel his tip flaring up
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>ywn feel him filling your insides with thick, hot, white cum
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>ywn feel bad for every drop of his seed that splashes against the floor
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>ywn feel his heavy body against you, seemigly exhausted
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>ywn hear him say
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Ready for the second round?
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>You are a mare.
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>Standing with your hind legs off your bed, your forelegs resting upon it, and your stallion's eyes drinking in the sight of you before him.
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>Not that you need to look back to know how he watches you, or approaches you, and certainly not to know the feel of his hoof on your rump.
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>Even now, it makes you jump just a little to feel how he presses into the soft flesh of your behind.
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>Then you shiver as his hoof starts trailing upwards, over your back and towards your withers.
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>His voice is quiet but confident as he asks if you're sure about this, he wouldn't dare push you into anything you don't want to do.
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>But you made your mind up before tonight; you love him as much as life itself because he is what gives life to you.
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>Almost more when you found him flipping through that magazine followed by his hurried attempts to assure you it wasn't what you thought.
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>The explanation that he could never bring himself to ask that of you, to see you like that, to know or at least suspect how you might feel.
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>It's something that thrills him but not more than simply lying by your side in bed, stroking from your chest to your belly with his hoof.
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>Even now you can't keep your mind from those thoughts - the cool of his breath on your neck after he's kissed it, then the heat of his lips behind your ear when he kisses again.
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>Especially the tickling feeling of his wing caressing your flank that took you a while to get used to but which you now can't imagine going without.
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>So how could you do anything but ask him if this is something he'd like to try with you?
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>Maybe not as extreme as some of the stuff in his magazines; maybe in time you'll be open to that but for now, you'd much rather start off slow.
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>To your side, opposite him on the bed, are a few pieces of equipment: a pair of spreader bars, a gag, and a crop.
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>The last of those is something he asked you repeatedly about, as to how sure you are to try it.
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>But even if it's only for him to hold it between his teeth and teasingly stroke it against your rump, only threatening to tan your behind... You shiver.
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>He feels it and stops his stroking you with a hoof instantly.
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>He asks if there's something wrong, are you having second thoughts? Seeing everything laid out like this, does it scare you?
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>You know him well enough now to know that by the tension in his foreleg, his arousal must be unbearable.
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>Yet even still, he nuzzles that little spot behind your right ear and tells you he can put those things away and the two of you can cuddle.
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>He knows you love when he rests his stomach against the cleft of your back while you hold him inside you.
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>And yes, right now there's a part of you that'd love nothing more than to slowly, tenderly please him.
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>But that would be more for you than him and tonight you'd decided was to be about him and his desires.
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>So you shake your head and tell him that you want this- no, you want him just as much as your honeymoon.
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>Doesn't he remember when the two of you came down the stairs of the hotel the next morning only to be greeted by one of the staff, discretely informing you that there'd been a few complaints from the other guests.
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>About the noise.
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>Doesn't he remember that the two of you made sure to give them something to really complain about the next night?
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>Even after he wasn't sure about it, saying it was your honeymoon, he didn't want to ruin it by having you turfed out.
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>And you reminded him that yeah, it was your honeymoon and so you only had one. Why wouldn't you want it to be so good you'd remember it for years to come? Why wouldn't you want him to make you feel the way a stallion should make his mare feel?
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>Celestia, it was a struggle not to drag him right back to the room then.
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>But it did make the following night all the better when the two of you decided to see just how many positions two ponies could couple with.
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>Doesn't he remember the one that made you cry his name loud enough that somepony actually came to your door and shouted through it?
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>The muted thump from beside you is all the confirmation you need.
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>You've no such way of subtly announcing your own arousal so you instead tell him to put his hoof back down over your rump.
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>No, stud, a little lower than that.
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>Ahh, how is it that even the touch of his hoof makes you shiver like a young mare on her first night?
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>So, doesn't he see that you too want this - want him?
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>But he asks again, careful to assure you that he won't mind at all.
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>And you just as carefully reassure him that the two of you already agreed on the safeword and you trust him, more than anypony in Equestria, to hold to that.
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>And the tapping of your hooves when you have the gag in.
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>And he reminds you that he's going to check anyway, just to be sure he doesn't miss anything.
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>You take the opportunity to kiss him, now that he has his head next to yours so you can see his eyes and how earnest he is.
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>It's one of the few opportunities you relish to truly surprise him and the second it takes for him to lean into the kiss.
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>The firmness of his lips against yours, the heat of his breath, knowing even from his flank against yours of those powerful muscles that let him hold you so tightly - it's a shame all of that has you trying to catch your breath when you break the kiss.
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>His easy smile? The little lock of his mane over his forehead?
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>Yeah, that reminds you of one of the reasons you fell for him.
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>So you take the opportunity to remind yourself - this is for him, because you love him and want him to feel just as good as he makes you feel.
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>It's so hard to pull yourself off the bed and away from him, his tender touch, his warmth, but not his words.
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>You stand beside your bed, presenting yourself to him with your strong, earth pony, legs holding you firm to the ground.
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>It takes a moment more but you do hear the clinking of one of the spreader bars and catch sight of him holding it in his mouth as he steps over in front of you.
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>Then he sets it down in front of your forelegs and sits there, about to start fastening it.
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>He's going to put them on your forelegs first, okay?
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>You can see how it feels and if you're not comfortable, it won't be as distressing.
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>Most importantly, though... He kisses you again, quicker this time, and tells you that he loves you.
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>No matter what else happens tonight, no matter what else he might say, nothing will change that he loves you more than anything in the world.
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>You shiver at the sensation of the metal cuffs against your hooves and your stallion pauses.
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>But you nod down to him to continue and with a little effort, he fastens the first cuff around your hoof.
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>It's more difficult to get the second one on with the bar holding it stiffly but after you spread your legs a little wider—more than you were expecting which... well, it does give you a thrill of excitement to imagine them on your hind legs now—it slips on.
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>How does it feel?
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>You try to keep your breathing steady and your thoughts away from him mounting you and sinking inside you, the low, lusty growl of his voice, and your own arousal knowing that you're going to be bred.
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>Sweet Celestia... You shudder at that thought.
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>It won't be long until you're back in estrus again, begging him to provide the relief only he can.
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>And if you try this again then there's nothing you could do to keep him from giving you a foal.
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>You'd made your mind up - after tonight, you're going to ask him.
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>You're ready and you believe he is too, to add to your family.
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>So when the day comes and your mind turns only to thoughts of him, wouldn't it be the most incredible thing to inflame his passions just as much as he does yours?
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>Too late you realise you've just been standing there, breathing heavily as your stallion watches you carefully.
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>He asks if you're okay with this and you cut him off before he can go any further to tell him to go around behind you and he can see just how okay you are.
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>It's fine, really, you already knew you'd have to get the stronger cleaning supplies out tomorrow.
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>The ones you keep for when you're in estrus.
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>Just imagine it: desperate for his warmth but unable to move your legs to do anything about ti, entirely at his mercy, hindlegs spread wide so perfect for him to put a foal in you, hot breath on your neck as you… as you moan around your gag and he tells you of how he’s going to fill his trembling little mare to the brim.
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>Why hadn’t you thought of this before?
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>He does that thing where he lays his wing over your back as he walks around you, knowing how feeling him touch you can be so reassuring.
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>All that does is heighten your arousal; you know, so well, he’d never do anything to hurt you.
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>Surrendering your control to him isn’t really putting yourself at his mercy but placing yourself in his loving hooves.
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>You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning as his wing slides off you a little too late not to glide over your rump.
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>Just imagine those wrapped around your flanks as he mounts you and fills you, makes you feel the way a mare should.
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>You want this.
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>Your stallion speaks carefully and clearly as he tells you he’s going to start attaching the bar to your hind legs now.
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>If at any moment you want him to stop, just say so and he will.
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>He has the key right next to him to unlock the cuffs, too, so you won’t have to struggle if things get too much.
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>You have to credit him - even you can smell your scent, back there it must be absolutely maddening.
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>There’s more clinking and that slightly unpleasant coldness from the metal cuff going on but then it snaps into place, as gently as he can do so.
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>He finishes that with a little kiss to your pastern.
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>Tease! He knows how sensitive your hind legs are so of course he does his usual thing of trying to draw a giggle from you.
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>Well it doesn’t work this time but only because, in spite of how you chew your lip, a moan manages to break free.
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>And more than that, you feel yourself wink when he kisses again.
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>Celestia, he doesn’t have to push your hind legs apart or ask you to spread out for him now.
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>You test your forelegs and find only the slightest bit of give where the bar connects to the cuffs, certainly not enough for you to even try closing them together.
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>And now it’s a struggle to keep your tail from shifting side to side, especially with his hot breath blowing across your cannon, down your fetlock, and then over your hoof.
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>With mouth and hooves he secures the second cuff in place and you immediately test it.
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>It’s a strange sensation, not being able to close your hind legs, but you turn your mind back to him.
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>Oh, sweet Celestia, when he’s buried to the hilt inside you and you feel your body start to tense up, you won’t be able to clench your legs shut!
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>It really will be like your honeymoon all over again where he held you open and you… you had to do your best to cope with those waves of pleasure beating against you.
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>The way they stole your breath and your words, leaving you only with rolling eyes and shaking body as he held you close.
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>Maybe he notices how you tense up again because he asks, placing a hoof on your quivering rump, if you’re sure this is okay.
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>Alright, okay, remember that this is for him; if you keep sending him the wrong signals that you’re afraid then the evening’s going to be wasted.
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>Breathe in, and then out.
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>You are the mistress of your body, it’s yours to control.
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>Your shaking subsides and the hoof he rests on you gently pats as he awaits your answer.
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>Which is that yes, you’re okay with this, you really are.
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>Still, he comes back around you and his hoof quickly finds its place on your withers as he looks you in the eye.
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>You know he’ll find any hint of falsehood in what you say but you still smile and wider when it’s returned.
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>His lips meeting yours are a far better use of them, however.
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>You so badly want to put a hoof to him as he does you but thinking about how tied you are, entirely at his disposal… Yes, his mare.
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>When he breaks the kiss he’s still smiling; how would you like to be kissed somewhere else?
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>It’s a good, slow start to see how you like being, well, tied up like this.
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>Because, you see, he does think you look even sexier like this, as difficult as it is to believe.
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>Not that you have any trouble believing, by the way his wings have such trouble sitting still against his back.
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>That was one of the loveliest things you learned about your lovely stallion long ago - pegasus wings aren’t only a dead giveaway about how they feel, they’re also incredibly sensitive.
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>On those mornings where the two of you lie abed with him warming the two of you, you took the greatest pleasure in feeling him twitch and throb as you stroked his back with your hooves.
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>Paying special attention to the wing joints as you did, sometimes stroking out along them just so you could hear him struggling not to moan.
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>And he, in turn, would pay you back later in the day - sometimes stroking even a single feather against you when he’d catch you deep in thought about him.
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>Why were pegasi gifted with such soft feathers? It was as if they were made just so their stallions could tease their mares endlessly.
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>So even standing here before him, looking at how his wings twitch, your mind turns to them wrapped around your flanks as he rests his body against you.
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>Those delicate, tickling feathers making the muscles in your stomach ripple as he hits spots you didn’t even know could stir that kind of warmth within you.
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>And you think, yes, about him not just kissing you back there but using one of his feathers.
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>When you’re helpless to do anything about it.
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>He knows the sound of your whimper isn’t one of fear.
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>It’s one he’s heard more times than you can remember, most often with you on your back and him… well, he’d be on the bed too.
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>Just that he’d be using his lips and tongue to make you sing more beautifully than any pegasus, as he’d say.
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>No, no, please don’t cover your face with the pillow! Oh, you’ve no idea what those sweet sounds you make do to him.
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>You must have absently nodded to him because his smile turns mischievous as he steps back around to your side and this time very deliberately trails his wing a little lower along your flank.
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>Almost touching your belly and definitely making you shiver.
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>Hooking around your right thigh as he rounds your rump and you feel that breath against your tender flesh again.
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>You’d made sure to clean yourself thoroughly tonight, just as you do any night the two of you know you’ll be enjoying each other’s company.
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>Which is almost every night, really, but when you stroke that sponge filled with warm water against yourself, you do like to imagine it’s him.
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>Sometimes it is. When the two of you clean each other more intimately.
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>As intimate as his lips against your rump, delivering a light kiss.
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>Quickly followed—as you hoped—by his teeth nipping at you suddenly.
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>It still draws a whinny from you and you still feel a little abashed but it’s an old, instinctual reaction, one he says excites him.
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>One that’s followed by another kiss to that spot - slower, lingering.
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>You know he has to see, as much as smell, what all of this is doing to you.
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>Your tail is tucked as far to one side as you can get it, affording him the clearest view of… there’s a lot of words ponies use for it.
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>Sweet and poetic, harsh and lurid, you tend more towards the latter these days and especially so when you’re in the throes of passion or gripped by arousal.
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>So right now, you’d say you’re giving him the perfect view of your sopping wet little pussy.
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>Although yes, that does still make you smirk to think about.
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>The smirk’s wiped clean from your face, however, as the kisses he’s been trailing inward give way to a long, languid lick to one side of your leaking sex.
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>It draws a grunt from you, as well as another wink, and another muted thump from him.
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>If it’s loud enough that you can hear it here, he must be even more aroused than you thought.
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>Maybe it’s seeing how you try to, instinctively, clench your hind legs together but can’t.
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>How right now he is the master of your body, it’s his to use.
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>You wink again at that thought. And the thought of his erection so tantalisingly close but still out of reach.
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>Your breath hitches as he licks again, this time lapping up a little of your sweet fluids and then leading into a kiss right there.
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>Oh you can see it right now - the way he licks his lips and smiles, satisfied, before returning and…
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>Oh… He’s not like other stallions.
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>You’d say he’s far better, even though he laughs at that and assures you he just tries his best to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
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>But there’s still some ways he’s just like them, just as you can be the same as other mares.
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>You were always insistent he should know every inch of your body, from your head to your hooves, your chest to your rump.
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>There isn’t a part he hasn’t seen and touched and yes, that does include your teats.
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>Smaller, you feel, than other mares but he always tells you they’re beautiful and perfectly sized for him to press his lips to and make you gasp.
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>Though on the occasions you’ve told him you’d like to make use of the saliva he leaves there to stroke him between your sensitive little ladies, you do worry they’re not enough to satisfy him.
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>Until he tells you with a strained voice that he’s maddeningly close and asks how you’d like him to finish.
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>Right where he is, of course, where you can feel that you’re no lesser mare that can’t please her stallion.
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>And then there’s another part of you he enjoys.
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>The one that sits snugly right under your tail.
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>You won’t say it’s unpleasant but it’s certainly different and not exactly your own preferred way of pleasing him.
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>But he enjoys it and that’s enough for you.
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>So when you feel his tongue on that part of you, it’s less surprising than you might otherwise have expected.>And it does send a little rippling wave of pleasure down into another part of you that your stallion is more eager to return to.
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>His tongue is tender and gentle as he strokes you with it, careful not to overstimulate that sensitive little nub that his hoof is so often the thing that rubs it.
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>Now you can’t keep your mouth shut any longer and just give up, letting out a lustful moan as your hind legs tremble and your rump quivers.
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>A rump that’s steadied by a pair of wings slipping over them, the impossibly soft feathers wrapping your cheeks up like an incomparable blanket.
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>Another stroke of his tongue, another moan, longer when he brings that devilish tongue down along your lips, chasing the swell of your arousal.
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>And you squeak… yes, okay, you sometimes squeak in surprise, especially when he touches a particularly sensitive part of your body when you least expect it.
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>Such as your left nipple with his hoof, already hard as iron and begging for attention.
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>Sweet Celestia, what you wouldn’t give for him to mount you right now and slide his member between your thighs and against your teats.
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>Smear your sensitive skin with his arousal only so that he can glide against you more easily until he feels himself ready to…
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>To mount you as a mare should be mounted.
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>Please.
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>Just one word, said loud enough for him to hear and squeezed out through gasps and moans.
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>Please.
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>He knows what his touch does to you, he knows that when he uses his lips and tongue like this that it drives you to new heights of desire to feel him inside you.
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>Please!
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>With your ears turned back, you hear him licking his lips again and well he might, leaving you leaking like an old faucet as he does.
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>Relief doesn’t come immediately, though, not as you hope it would.
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>You hear his hooves on the carpet, as well, stepping back so that he can look over his prize.
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>And so suddenly, you feel so incredibly vulnerable.
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>You may be an earth pony and he a pegasus but you’re tied up and he’s not.
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>He could rut you senseless right now.
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>Could take that crop from the bed and redden your rump as he buries himself in you, making you tense and tighten up so that you’re squeezing the life out of him.
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>And you? You’d be forced to take every inch and every drop he has, and whether you want to or not your body would be made to work for his pleasure.
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>His little broodmare. His breeding mount. Filled again and again until you carry his foals.
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>With the gag on, you couldn’t even call for help to save yourself from this insatiable stud.
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>He… he’d surely only take it off to please himself with your lips and your tongue, to feel the warmth of your throat and fill your belly.
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>And you feel yourself trembling but again, not from fear or trepidation.
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>But instead, understanding; this is what excites him about it all, isn’t it?
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>This is why he reads those magazines.
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>Why he’d never dare ask it of you.
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>It’s terrifying, yes, but exhilarating in equal measure.
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>Treading the very edge of danger held back only by trust and love.
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>And Celestia, how you love him so!
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>Which is why tonight, you will be all his.
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>Why when you feel his hoof against your rump, pushing against your soft cheek and then joined by another on your other side, you struggle against the spreader bar.
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>But just as before, there’s no give.
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>Oh no, not for you, because this stallion has you exactly where he wants you and is going to have every way he wishes with you.
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>You gasp as his hooves slide up along your flanks, joined by the thump of his hind hooves on the carpeted floor.
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>Then you feel it: a hot splash against your sex, telling you just how close he is right now.
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>You allow yourself a look back and feel a sudden rush of arousal at the sight - his wings spread out majestically, his body angled over your own, and positioned just right for you to catch sight of his proud member.
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>He was more modest than other stallions so you delighted in telling him how big he was, especially when he’d nicker and tell you he was average - no less than others but he wouldn’t delude himself unnecessarily.
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>But you knew the truth, which was that he could put any earth pony stud to shame.
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>It’s why you know that when the time comes, he’ll give you the foals to raise a real family.
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>His eyes meet yours and you bite your lip in advance, nodding back to him.
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>You bite your lower lip, knowing full well it won’t do any good as you feel the tip of his swollen cock press against your lips and begin to part them.
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>Oh no.
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>No, you hadn’t thought about this!
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>Normally, on those wonderful nights when your stallion mounts you, the two of you delight in how you might shift your hind legs back against him.
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>You’d quietly tell him to stand still and then do your best to control your breathing as your shaking hind legs struggle to hold you up as that warmth ripples out from between them.
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>Even on other nights you’d still like to move about, either to spread or draw your hind legs together, depending on your and your stallion’s preference.
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>But tonight?
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>Tonight, you feel his member just inside you, twitching and throbbing, spilling his hot fluids to mingle with yours.
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>And that’s all you feel because he doesn’t push any deeper.
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>Your muscles work feverishly, even without your conscious direction, to try and draw him inside you but your irresistible stud holds fast even as his breathing quickens and you feel the shaking of his hind legs through his body.
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>Then his hot breath at the back of your neck as his voice turns low and husky, telling you that you’re going to have to be a good mare if you want this.
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>One of the hooves that hold onto your hips shifts back and slides across your rump, giving it a firm little tap that makes you wince.
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>It’s not fair! That’s why he has the crop too, isn’t it?
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>He knows you adore when he lies on his back and you atop him, only to feel his hooves stroke down along your behind and give you a few firm smacks when you hold onto him.
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>One of the little games the two of you created for yourselves; just like the mornings where the two of you lie together, you hold onto him and he to you and neither of you move your hips.
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>It’s always easier for him, of course, since he isn’t the one with the most wonderful stallion in the world inside him; he doesn’t know what it feels like when the passionate motions of his hips leave you panting and begging him for more.
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>But you still do your best to stay right where you are, leaking all over his pelvis and especially so when his hooves start kneading your rump like the most expert baker with his hooves pressing at the dough.
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>The first time he smacked you it wasn’t fair at all! Of course you jumped and then immediately fell back down and how could you resist picking up the motion after that?
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>Well, your two hooves pressed to his chest as you put the bedsprings through their paces certainly showed him that time but after that, it became a regular thing.
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>A test to see just how long you could resist that curious mix of pain and pleasure when his hoof struck your rump and you felt yourself reflexively tense up as you struggled not to give an inch.
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>You liked to think your muscles rippling around him proved equally difficult for him.
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>But right now, it’s just like those times - his hoof stroking back and forth on your soft behind, his breath across your neck, and his calm voice asking if you’re going to be a good mare for him.
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>And from some part of you that you didn’t know existed, the words bubble up - y-yes, you’ll be his good little mare.
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>You’ll do whatever he asks.
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>Just… please.
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>You struggle against the spreader bar to no avail, again.
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>Your stallion twitches inside you, again.
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>Alright, since you seem to know your proper place, he’ll permit you some leniency.
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>You’re not sure which is better, the way he struggles not to moan too loudly as he sinks more inches into you, or the feeling of your lips tingling as his cock slides between them and starts to fill you in the way only he can.
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>There’s no question when it comes to the way his hooves slide up along your flanks, accompanied by the cool breeze from his wings flapping as he forces himself to keep control of his hips.
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>Nor do you have to wonder about the warmth that spills from his tip or the thought of your own running along his shaft, all the way to his heavy, pendulous testicles only to drip from them and further stain the carpet.
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>Oh, he really loved how that felt... Which is why it’s so maddening that you know he’s holding his medial ring just outside you!
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>In spite of yourself, you whimper and your hind legs quiver as you struggle against the bindings.
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>Celestia, he really can go as slow as he wants, can’t he?
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>He could slide himself all the way into you and then just pull right out and you’d be left nothing more than a whimpering, pleading mess of a mare.
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>A grunt rises in your throat as a particularly intense throb of pleasure unknots itself under your tail; after tonight, you’re going to ask him to do this when you’re in heat but only if he gives you his word he won’t hold back.
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>Or maybe… No, you can’t even begin to think that now.
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>Not as he turns his sultry voice back to your ear and asks you if you’re quite done yet.
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>Every time you lose control like that he’s going to stop and wait for you to calm yourself, otherwise…
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>He delivers another firm tap to your behind and you bit your lip furiously to keep from making a sound as he speaks.
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>Otherwise, he’s going to have to punish you.
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>P-Punish you?
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>He wouldn’t dare pull back out would he? And turn his lips and tongue back on you to leave you begging him, pleading with him to finally fill you as you deserve to be.
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>But if you’re good…
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>Your mind snaps back to attention at those words and the way he lowers his voice as he lowers his head towards you, close enough that he only has to whisper into your ear as he sinks another inch between your quivering lips.
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>Oh, if you’re good, he’ll be good to you in turn.
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>Every throb of his cock, every twitch of his hips, the way his forelegs grip you, the way his breath doesn’t quite come in the slow, controlled breaths he’s clearly going for?
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>You know exactly what’ll happen if you’re good; you’ll be powerless to stop him as he ruts you senseless.
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>And if he puts the gag in, you can scream and shout all you want but it’ll be pointless - begging him to thrust harder or faster won’t be needed because he’ll already be showing his good little mare what good mares get.
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>So will you be good?
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>You nod quickly and speak quietly - yes, yes, you’ll be good, you promise!
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>A hoof strokes along your flank and you feel the deep rumbling of his chest as he sighs contentedly, telling you that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.
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>Celestia, you’re such a beautiful mare, it really is a shame he has to tie you up like this.
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>But maybe you’ll grow to like it? Maybe the cuffs and the bars will become your new favourite jewellery.
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>His hoof sweeps down along your belly and your breath hitches again just as you’re unable to stop yourself from winking around him.
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>The wet, lurid sound draws a whimper from you and a grunt from him.
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>You know from the way he shoots out another hot spurt that his hefty balls drew up in that moment and… your eyes roll back in your head, just thinking about that.
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>You are a mare and he is your stallion, your bodies perfectly tailored for each other.
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>His cock is the perfect length and girth to make you moan and you are perfectly warm, wet, and have muscles that can ripple around him to make him produce the same sounds.
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>There’s no greater feeling than when he flares inside you, his hooves gripping you so tightly it almost verges on painful but still says on the side of reassuring you that your stallion holds you securely, lovingly.
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>And now, you’re sure, this estrus will be different.
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>Your body will have what it so desperately craves in those times.
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>No condoms, no precautions, only letting him feel just how hot he gets you and that this time, you’ll be doing it right.
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>So knowing what his balls do right now, knowing how intense the sensation must be for him, you know how much more it’ll be when he buries himself in you and you turn your body towards milking every last drop from him.
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>Maybe it’s those thoughts or maybe it’s just the way he so easily undoes you that makes you moan quaveringly when he sinks more inches in and you feel his medial ring stroke the inside of you.
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>Good mare, good mare, stay with it, he purrs as he walks his hips forward and strokes his forelegs higher up your body.
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>Your breath keeps catching though, and it’s even harder to stop your legs from struggling against their bindings.
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>You need him!
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>You need him to not stop filling you, not stop making you leak all around him even as you try to keep your lips from squeezing too hard.
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>No, you don’t want him to finish just yet, not before he’s truly made you his mare.
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>But he’s almost all the way and you know—how could you not after so many nights and days of it—from how full you are that it’ll only be a few more inches before you can’t hold your breath any longer.
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>Please, please don’t start trying to rock your hips against him.
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>It may be all you can do with your legs bound but you need to behave!
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>What if he starts tapping your rump again?
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>What if he smacks it?
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>What if he grips the crop with a wing and delivers a firm lash against your tender, quivering behind?
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>What if he bottoms out inside you at last and gives a little thrust at the end so that your whole behind wobbles and your legs shake, struggling to hold you up under the weight of your pleasure?
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>You don’t need to wonder because he does.
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>Ungh!
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>Celestia you love this part!
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>The part where he twitches and throbs inside you, filling you as a mare should be, and you can’t help yourself but feel that loosening under your tail as your breath comes free in a gasp that gives way to a throaty groan.
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>You know the trickle that’s been running along his turgid flesh has turned to a stream and the mental image only intensifies the warmth radiating from inside you.
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>Even thinking about how he’d sometimes mock-chide you for being such a lightweight that just feeling your stallion inside you is enough to make you cum makes you gasp.
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>The icing on this lewd layer cake is easily the way he kisses your cheek and tells you—with a voice strained as he tries to handle the way you clench around him—he didn’t give you permission for that.
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>Ohhh, you can cum as hard as you like (and you fully intend to!) but, mmph, that lovely little rump of yours has to learn some manners!
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>And you, little mare, mmm, you will just have to take it.
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>On those last two words he gives two little thrusts that draw two not so little moans from you.
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>He’s as stiff as the spear he carries in his duties and feeling every last hard inch of him moving about inside you like that draws another swelling of arousal from your aching lips.
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>Well, if you’re going to be punished anyway then you might as well enjoy yourself.
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>Which you do by, at least trying, to buck your hips back against your stallion.
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>The most you can really do is sort of rock back against him and wish that the big stud would start rutting you like you deserve.
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>He has you right where he wants you, you can’t move to stop him, so why doesn’t he utterly ravish you?
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>Instead, just as you finally feel your orgasm beginning to subside, he starts to pull out of you and the panic of realising you won’t feel him inside mixes with the tingling sensation of him moving again to produce aftershocks that take your breath away.
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>How does he do it?
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>How does he resist the urge to breed you as he must feel the pressing need to?
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>You whimper and put as much strength into your muscles as you can to try and hold him from leaving you.
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>To your credit, he does gasp and pause momentarily, hind legs shaking if the quivering of his forelegs is any indication.
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>But he’s a disciplined stallion and overcomes even that onslaught to pull inch after inch out of you, until only the tip remains still inside you.
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>Swollen and needing release as much as you do but even that comes free with a wet pop that leaves you shuddering.
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>Oh, you can see it without turning back around - his whole member wobbling from side to side as your mixed juices drip from it.
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>It should be inside you where it belongs!
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>But instead, even his forelegs leave you and then you do look back over your withers to see what’s going on. Did you do something to spoil the evening?
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>He’s smiling and he comes up around your side, trailing… Ohhh, trailing his wing against your flank in a way that makes you shiver.
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>Just as much as the sound of his wet cock thumping against his belly with each step, does.
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>If he’s that hard then this really must be a dream come true for him.
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>Your stallion wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours as soon as he’s in reach and in spite of how you whimper, wishing he was still inside you as he does this, it’s still so welcome.
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>And even more when he breaks the kiss as he did earlier and holds his nose close to yours so that your breaths mix.
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>You’re doing great, love, he tells you, has all of this been okay so far?
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>That’s… That’s why he stopped?
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>Of course it is.
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>Of course the stallion you love so well would stop in the midst of his own fantasy becoming reality to check on you.
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>So you nod and then tell him, just so it’s clear, that all of this has absolutely been okay.
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>He looks back over you and then meets his eyes, the hesitation clear in that moment.
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>Then… would that mean you’d be okay if he got a little rougher?
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>He won’t do anything too much and again, he won’t put the gag on yet so you can tell him to stop if it’s too much - he says before you can say anything in response to his question.
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>Your response to that being to kiss him, not deeply but enough that he knows when you say that you want to keep going, he knows you’re not just saying it to please him.
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>Even though you do, so badly, want to please him.
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>And you will.
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>Celestia, this is going to be a night to remember.
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>And you would remember it, even if all he did was kiss you back so passionately or thump his member against his stomach.
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>Even the sound of it is enough to draw another wink and another quiet moan from you.
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>But you remember what he said and you’re intent on being a good girl for him.
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>He reminds you, however, that if it gets too much you shouldn’t try to keep going for his sake.
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>This can only be enjoyable if both of you enjoy it. So he’ll keep an ear out for words or hoof stomping.
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>For now, however… He presses a wing to your chest and delicately trails the feathers over it and back over your shoulder.
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>Down along your flanks, making your shivering turn into full-body shaking, especially since you can hear him licking his lips over the susurration of the feathers against yourself.
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>Another wing joins the first when he stops at your rump, the two sitting on either side and giving the lightest of squeezes as he reminds you, in that mock commanding voice, that good girls know how to treat their stallions.
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>And oh Luna, do you know how to. He should know well enough now, even in spite of always wearing a condom when you were in estrus, that your body was perfectly formed to milking him dry.
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>But if he wants to grip and hold you, give you his own little squeeze to help you tighten up around him then you won’t object.
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>And clearly he does, if the way he manages to keep his wings right there as he mounts you again is any indication.
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>Your breath catches again in anticipation, your thoughts turn to his turgid cock bobbing about just behind you as you wink again and again.
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>You may not be able or allowed to move your legs but he said nothing about that and part of you knows he’ll relish being kissed in that way.
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>Especially since, as aroused as he is too, he’s already partially flared and has to push against the resistance your body insists on offering.
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>His forelegs grip tightly around your flanks, his breaths come in deep, heavy grunts, and his hips shift his weight from side to side before he digs his hooves into the carpet and pushes.
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>In spite of how hard you try to control yourself, to prove to him and to you that you have what it takes to resist the ministrations of this stud, your hind legs still shudder as he pushes you open.
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>Another swell of warmth runs out around him, down onto your teats and along his shaft; you can hear the droplets hitting the metal of the spreader bar and even dripping from him.
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>And there he remains for a moment, throbbing inside you, and you clenching rhythmically around him as your body immediately turns itself towards what it was made for.
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>Okay, okay, you can do this. You’re not in heat yet and your body is still easier to control, even if he does know all he has to do is tease you until you’re a moaning, whimpering mess begging him to please just give it to you already.
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>But his wings still give little squeezes at your rump and even with just that it makes you rub against the tip of his cock in a way that makes you gasp.
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>Moreso when you realise all he has to do is deliver a firm smack with the limb of his wing and the sting will quickly turn into wet pleasure as you tense up even more around him.
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>Oh please, please just a little tip with that wing, please you need him to show you that you’re his.
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>Instead, almost worse, his forelegs start to glide back up along your body and his wings clench tighter around your rump and you struggle so, so hard not to rock your hips back against him just to feel a few more inches than your stallion allows.
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>Rougher, he said - another tease!
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>Your muscles work greedily around his member, drawing a gasp from him and a buck from his hips that make his heavy balls swing up and knock against you.
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>Oh Celestia, oh Luna, is that why he’d been so insistent on just cuddling lately?
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>Is that why, when he lay with himself inside you and the two of you kissing passionately, he’d resisted the urge to just let himself go?
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>H-How can he even stand to keep himself from filling you?
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>His forelegs come around the base of your neck, across your chest as he rests his body against yours again and whispers in your ear.
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>Such a good girl indeed, you deserve a little reward for your good behaviour.
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>But it’s not the buck of his hips that makes you cry out, in spite of how you clench your jaw and try so hard to keep your mouth shut.
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>He’s going to show you that even if you’re good, you’re still his. And with your legs held apart like this, there’s no way you can possibly deny your stallion his pleasure.
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>You whimper.
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>Were he any other and this any other place and time it might’ve been out of fear.
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>But now it’s because you can’t keep your mind from thoughts of a gag in your mouth, a bridle on your head, and reins for him to pull you back with as he breeds you like a desperate mare should be by her stallion.
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>Rougher, he said - rougher you sincerely hope he’d be.
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>You almost—almost—cry out for him not to when he starts pulling out of you again.
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>No, there’s no way you could possibly withstand losing that heat and hardness inside you, the way he leaks just as much as you do but unnecessarily as your slowly unknotting body does its best to ensure he has the smoothest and most enjoyable entrance.
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>Even so, partially flared as he is, you feel that thick ridge of flesh press against you in all the right ways as he pulls it back. And your hind legs do their treacherous thing of trying to squeeze shut and help hold him there inside you.
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>The maddening lack of control, you know, only adds to how much you wink around him, your head bobbing as you search for some small way to release the tension.
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>Back and back he steps, hooves thumping dully against the carpet as his forelegs come back around your flanks until he finally, mercifully stops.
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>Not quite leaving only the tip but still not enough for you.
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>In a flash, however, you have all you could wish for and more.
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>With a sharp thrust of his hips he buries himself right to the hilt again, his balls slapping noisily against your body.
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>The force makes you rock forward against your leg bindings and noisily clink as it instinctually struggles to clench up.
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>Fuck that was too good…
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>The thought barely forces its way through your mind as your eyes roll back in your head and a hitched breath breaks free when he starts pulling back again.
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>Another thrust, almost harder this time and ending with a lurid ‘schluck’ as he forces himself deep into you and your body responds in the only way it possibly can.
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>Helpless and hopeless to do anything, the mild fear and maddening arousal mix together into a heady cocktail of pleasure that has you once again staining the carpet even more.
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>He whinnies loudly right as you feel him throb hard enough to make his balls draw up against your rump.
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>Yes! Yes, please! Your stud has to give you his all!
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>Maybe sensing your thoughts or perhaps the way your body suddenly struggles to make him give up his load, he delivers a firm smack to your behind with a wing.
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>It makes you gasp so loudly and so deeply that saliva flies free of your mouth.
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>The stinging worms its way right under your tail to that other part of you that he loves so well and that’s been tingling with missed attention.
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>You feel it wink along with that other part of you below it and you can’t help but wonder what it might be like if he was to… to pull out, yes, but then plunge his sopping cock into you there.
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>Give you a very different sort of stretching, now that there’s nothing you could do to stop your hunky pegasus from taking advantage of you.
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>It winks again.
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>Another thrust quickly follows the first and your whole body rocks forward even as your hooves teeter from being so constrained.
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>You know he’s reared back on his hind legs, his forelegs gripping tightly around your hips as his wings once more resume their squeezing at your rump.
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>And you turn your head back just enough to see it - his nostrils flared as he pulls out of you again, the soft flesh of your rump quivering under his grip, then the way his eyes squint shut as he thrusts again and leaves your head hanging low in front of you.
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>The rhythm isn’t long in building up but every now and then he delivers a firm smack just to remind you of the power he holds over you right now.
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>His hooves thump against the floor again as he steps up closer to you, shortening his thrusts but putting more strength into them. Much more.
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>You quickly abandon any semblance of obedience and let your mouth hang open as ragged gasps and deep, throaty moans turn your begging for more into broken sentences.
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>The carpet’s soaked at this point you know, just as much as you don’t care.
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>Your hips rock back to meet his as he thrusts and your pasterns struggle maddeningly against the cuffs as you try to bring your hind legs tighter together.
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>You can’t even use your forelegs to walk yourself back against him!
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>You’re powerless to do anything but just stand there and let this stud use you in whatever way he pleases.
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>And by the lewd, wet slapping of your bodies meeting with each thrust, another moan escapes you at the thought that he’s doing just that.
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>He’s flaring up so much now, so close, so desperately, wonderfully close!
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>Please, you beg, please don’t pull back out!
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>Rut your little… c-cocksleeve senseless!
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>You’d seen that word in one of his magazines, where a mare was tied up and hanging in a harness while her stallion demeaned her.
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>You think you understand the appeal of it now.
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>What you don’t understand the appeal of is him almost hopping back on his hindlegs and pulling his flared cock free of you.
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>The sudden wave of pleasure that crashes over you from being so stretched steals whatever other words you might’ve had.
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>It doesn’t matter anyway, as he’s quick to lean back onto you and… a-and let his cock slip down under you, somehow, to messily smear your mixed juices between your aching teats.
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>What… what was that you said?
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>But now you realise: you stopped being his good girl.
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>You let yourself lose control when he’s the one who’s meant to hold it.
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>Oh, hmmph, is he going to have to… to punish you?
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>Strange how all you can think right now is how, by his ragged breathing and throbbing cock, he must have been so close.
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>Until his words finally sink in - you weren’t meant to speak.
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>And that means he’s going to gag you.
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>H-He’s going to stop you from making another sound, except to moan and whine and whimper and gasp.
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>And he’ll probably get the crop, too!
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>Of course, of course his wing wouldn’t be enough, nor his hoof.
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>No, his bad little mare had to be put in her place - hadn’t you?
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>And that’s just what he says - if you can’t control your voice, he will.
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>And if you can’t control your body, he’ll teach you to.
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>The way he rocks his hips back and forth, grinding his member between your teats does absolutely nothing to allow you to keep your mind on what’s important, rather than what you need.
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>Every time you move your hips, that crop will remind you not to.
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>One of his hooves strokes along your rump as he speaks.
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>But if you’re a good girl and behave this time, oh, he’ll reward you.
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>And again, right as you’re about to tell him you’ll be good, he kisses you.
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>Even with his cock still twitching between your hind legs he asks - is this okay?
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>It’s not getting too intense, is it? You remember to tap your hoof, don’t you?
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>Through the fog of arousal, you find some way to make yourself nod.
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>His forelegs, around your chest again, give a little squeeze.
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>Are you sure? If you don’t want him to use the gag, he won’t.
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>But even if you didn’t know from how saying that word makes him throb, how much he wants to use it, you’ll still compose yourself enough to say you want to try it.
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>Not that you need to feel it - you don’t want him getting the wrong idea that your arousal is clouding your judgement.
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>It is, a little, but not enough, you know, to stop you from understanding what you’re agreeing to.
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>But to be sure, you remind him in turn that you trust him. And you love him.
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>And how he makes you feel.
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>Another throb.
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>He doesn’t need to say it but he does anyway, that he loves you, he loves every moment spent with you, and he loves how easily you make him feel the way any stallion would be lucky to.
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>So, stud, does that mean you can keep going now?
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>He kisses you again - better enjoy saying that, love, because it’s the last thing you’ll be saying for a bit.
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>By Celestia, you certainly hope it is!
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>However, while you’ve got the chance, you permit yourself a whimper when he slides those strong forelegs back over your body and his cock from out under you.
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>You know - that logical, sensible part of your mind knows that it won’t be long until you feel him again but you’re so maddeningly filled with the arousal he’s already pumped into you that you just can’t think straight!
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>The air that rushes in over your moistened teats feels too cold, as it does when your tail swishes across your rump.
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>And you know just as well from the familiar thumping coming from under your stud that he feels it just as strongly.
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>You have to try and not think of that. You can’t let your mind start turning to thoughts of just how wildly flared his cock must have been as it twitched and throbbed inside you, begging for the release that only his mare can offer.
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>Wink.
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>Easy girl! Save it for when he’s finally letting his load loose and you can get plenty of practice in for when you’re in heat.
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>Oh, merciful Luna, you’ve never actually felt him inside you at those times without a condom. And they had to be stronger ones to accommodate his… sizable flare.
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>The flare you’re absolutely sure must still be at nearly its full size when he steps in front of you with the gag dangling in one wing.
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>He has that serious look he wears when he’s going over anything serious like the household tax returns or the seasoning for the popcorn on movie nights.
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>And he tells you: the most important thing to remember is that no matter what happens, no matter what he says, it doesn’t change the fact that he loves you and always will.
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>He heard what you said when he was inside you, okay? He knows you’ve been reading his magazines, too.
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>And if you really want he can… well, he can say those things. But you have to remember that it’s just for the fun of it, he doesn’t really think of you like that.
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>You know that. It’s okay.
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>As long as it’s okay for you to still think of him as your big, strapping stud that you just can’t get enough of and that you love more than anything in the world.
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>Celestia, you love that grin he wears, but tries to suppress, when you compliment him.
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>You don’t care what anypony else might say, you love telling your stallion how much he means to you and exactly what you think of him.
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>Just so long as you don’t mind if he still calls you his lovely little wifey that he thanks the stars for guiding you to him and loves more than he can put into words.
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>So… you understand now, right? That whatever else he might say to you, nothing changes that.
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>It’s okay, you’ll always be his good little mare, right? Except when he needs to punish you because you just can’t control yourself around him.
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>A shiver runs through your stallion.
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>Yes, that’s why he has to gag you.
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>It’s why he has to sit back on his cute rump and let his cock swing up into view as he holds the gag in both hooves.
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>And as he places it in your open mouth and starts tying it about your head, you have to wonder - would he really prefer the bridles and bits you’ve seen in his magazines?
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>A hoof pulling on your reins while the other works your rump back into his hips, and you helpless to do anything but let him.
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>You hope he doesn’t mistake the shiver that runs through you for anything else as he finishes attaching the gag and kisses your cheek.
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>In turn, you nod to him - you’re okay and you’re ready.
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>It does feel a little weird but not uncomfortable and not uncomfortably tight.
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>You try saying something but the only sound that comes out is something like a muffled moan.
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>Then you try moaning and love the thump that comes from under him as both of you realise how little difference there is in the sounds.
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>You watch carefully as he steps back around you and oh yes, he takes the crop from the bed.
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>In his mouth…
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>Oh Celestia, no, don’t start thinking about him using it that way!
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>Tied up like this, bound and gagged, by turns licking you and smacking you.
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>The thought of his tongue dancing against your lips like that while his cock throbs just out of reach under your teats does absolutely nothing to douse your inflamed passions.
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>But it’s not enough to keep you from reflexively jumping when he taps the crop against your rump.
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>Good girl, the gag is your punishment and so long as you can behave yourself with it on, he’ll leave it only at that.
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>But if you start trying to take control again…
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>He gives your rump another tap and you know that if he’s doing it with the crop in his mouth—which from the way his voice sounds, he does—he has to be able to see what effect that has on you.
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>On the spreader bar that must already glisten with your mixed arousals.
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>How it clinks and rattles as you struggle to suppress your moaning and moving legs.
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>You fiend!
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>He’s just running the leather tongue of the crop up your inner thigh now!
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>Now, now, little mare, keep that up and you’ll be getting far more than you bargained for.
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>A strong hoof touches close to your lips and gives a little tug.
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>You’ll be fit for nothing more than being his quivering cocksleeve.
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>It takes every ounce of strength you have to clench your throat and keep down that moan as a particularly heavy dose of juices run from you.
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>Being his cocksleeve, being bred over and over, forced to please him in whatever way he wishes… As if you need to be tied up and made to do that!
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>But mercifully, at last, you feel his forelegs slip comfortingly over your hips and the crop disappearing and then slipping back down along your right cheek.
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>Of course, he’s got experience using his wings there, it’s only natural he’d use them for the crop instead.
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>Experience he puts to good use trailing it up along that cheek as he presses the tip of his cock against you.
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>Behave yourself.
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>Pat-pat-pat goes the crop, reminding you of what he doesn’t say. Doesn’t need to say.
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>You have to fight, so hard, against the urge to move your own hips as he pushes forwards with his, pushes open your waiting lips for you to welcomingly envelope him again.
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>Hopefully for the last time before he finishes, rather than teasingly pulling out again.
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>You’re not able to stop the little whine rising in your throat at that thought, nor the crop rising away from you to come back down with a tap, far softer than you expected.
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>The effect is still immediate, however.
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>Your whole body tenses up, especially around him, and his hooves slip on your flanks as he gasps.
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>Oh Celestia… g-good girl!
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>He’ll tell you when to tighten up for him.
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>Oh no, please! No, there’s no way you can stop your body from reacting to his touch!
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>Even as much as you try to fight it as inch after aching inch of him sinks into you, you can still feel those little almost-winks.
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>It’s too much for you to stop yourself from moaning again but it’s not the loud, throaty sound from earlier.
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>It’s quieter, muffled, stifled by him.
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>That just makes you try to lift your tail even higher, more to the side, out of his way.
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>Good girl, he purrs, you’re almost there.
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>But you never imagined your beloved stud could be so devious, so exhilaratingly low.
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>As much as to close those last few inches with a sharp thrust!
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>The meaty slap of your bodies meeting forces the muffled words for him to fuck you harder, as much as the sensation of his heavy balls thumping against your teats and his hips meeting your tender rump.
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>It’s enough to make you start shifting your hind legs against the bindings, struggling to get whatever last bit of his cock might remain outside of you, inside of you.
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>But only when you hear the whistle of the crop through the air and the crack of it against your rump do you realise - you’re being a bad little mare again.
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>You cry out into your gag to no avail and that just earns you another whip, another treachery from your body as it tenses up around him and makes him shudder just as much as you do.
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>And the way he throbs! By Luna, did he ever get so hard even when he came?
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>It’s on the third strike that you catch yourself and manage to keep your pained-pleasured cry down to something resembling a squeak.
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>You know the crop hovers just out of reach, gripped tightly in his wing.
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>A wing that returns to your rump and gently strokes it.
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>S-See? You can be good.
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>You just need to be taught.
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>His hips grind against your rump as he allows himself a groan and tells you not to worry, you have all night to learn these lessons.
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>You hope it won’t be, though. At least not too long before you learn the first.
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>How much longer can he wait?
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>How much-... Oh no.
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>Please…
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>Why does he have to start pulling back already?
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>Every fibre of your body cries out to you to clamp down on him, mare, you can’t let him rob you of his precious virility!
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>But a small part of your mind reminds you: he’ll just whip you again if you do.
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>Wouldn’t you rather he do that when he’s close and you can really make him unload?
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>Don’t you want to give him a night to remember, too? Although if you do it just right, the blackout he suffers might cause some memory loss.
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>And wouldn’t it be the most wonderful thing to have to do this all over again, so he can remember it that time?
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>He’s got the medial ring out and doesn’t stop.
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>C’mon, girl, you can do this!
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>Another inch.
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>Another.
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>H-He’s almost completely out of you! Only the tip is still inside!
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>You clench down as hard as you can and your stallion gasps, one of his hooves slipping down your hip.
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>Behave!
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>He says that with a snort, driving a particularly hard, sharp thrust into you right as he lashes the crop against your cheek.
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>The sudden combined sensations drive a cry from you and your reward is another lash and another thrust after he roughly pulls back out.
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>Your legs struggle to buckle inwards against the bar to no avail.
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>Yet another lash and the cuffs clank loudly as your hooves shift about.
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>Your stallion’s body drops down onto yours and he breathes into your ear.
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>If you’re going to behave like a…
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>He still pauses.
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>A worthless cocksleeve, then that’s how you’ll be treated.
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>He thrusts sharply and the motion makes your body heave into his forelegs that grip you.
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>But that’s what you want, isn’t it?
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>Another thrust, you can’t keep yourself from moaning out an affirmative that’s lost in the gag.
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>You want him inside you and you’ll do anything to feel it, won’t you?
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>You don’t need to make a sound or move a muscle other than those which ripple and squeeze around his cock, to let him know.
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>Fine, then. But he’s going to use you how he pleases.
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>The way he growls those words in your ear makes your heart race.
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>While you just stand there and take it.
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>Please - you try so hard to articulate that simple word but it turns into a muffled nothing.
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>It’s like you’re in estrus again!
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>Your dock aches from straining to keep your tail as high and out of his way as possible but you daren’t allow it to droop even an inch.
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>Not that it stops him pulling out again, or thrusting back into you just as hard.
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>And again.
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>You slurp at the gag, trying to shift it aside with your tongue to beg him not to stop now.
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>Celestia, you’re so maddeningly close already!
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>Please!
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>Just a few… more… thrusts!
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>For your body to start shaking, your eyes to roll back, and you to spill your arousal over his balls, the bar, and the carpet.
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>The air is thick with the smell of it and you know it makes him thrust harder.
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>He did not!
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>Whack!
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>Give you!
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>Whack!
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>Permission!
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>Whack!
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>To cum!
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>But little does he know, or could even you have expected, of how every lash of the crop against your rump makes you spurt just a little more against him.
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>Makes you tighten up in a way you never imagined your body could, even in the depths of your estrus when it turned all of itself to milking him dry.
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>Between the gag that stops you from begging him to please, please don’t stop, and the hoofcuffs and spreader bars that keep you from either spreading more or drawing your legs together, your mind is lost in a haze of arousal.
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>But not so much so that you can’t still feel his hips smacking yours, or the thwap of the crop against your increasingly sensitive rump.
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>Definitely not to the point where you don’t realise he’s flaring again.
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>But this time he doesn’t start to pull out.
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>Oh no, his thrusts start to get shorter, instead.
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>And in an instant, you hear the crop being tossed aside as he clutches your one stinging rump with one wing, and the other, as his breathing shortens and turns to quick grunts.
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>Take it, cocksleeve!
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>With those words, he buries himself to the very hilt inside you and along with that first, hot splash of his semen, you feel his balls draw up against your rump.
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>Even without the crop guiding you, you know to squeeze him as tightly as you can.
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>Even if you weren’t his good little cocksleeve, you’d put yourself to use for his pleasure.
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>But since you are, most importantly, his beloved wife, you find some still lucid part of yourself and direct it to stroke your neck against his head.
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>In spite of how you still tingle and twitch with every throb from him that makes him shoot another hot rope of cum inside you.
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>And how much you love how his thighs clench up each time, and his hips rock against yours even though there’s no more of him to fill you.
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>You even love the way his head just hangs over you, in a way it hasn’t before.
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>You really did good, huh?
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>Not that you need to ask him, even if you could.
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>The way he still twitches, spent as he is, and his forelegs still cling just as tightly around you tells all.
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>Until he’s able to draw together enough of his strength and awareness to move his head up and kiss you.
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>Then fumble at the gag with his lips and teeth.
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>You do your best to nuzzle him, assuring him it’s okay.
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>How could it not be when you feel swollen with his love?
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>You’d love nothing more than to just remain here for the night, in his embrace, but even without his significant and full weight now pressing on you, the sting from your rump begins to assert itself more unpleasantly.
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>Maybe it’s for that reason, because he knows you as well as you know yourself, that he finally starts to pull himself free of you.
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>Still harder than he’s been in the past when he’s done so.
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>Which makes that lurid ‘schlorp’ and the splatter of his semen against the carpet draw another shiver out of you.
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>Just as much as when you feel his semi-erect member slide up against your teats, sopping wet and smearing juices over them again.
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>His breathing’s come down from its heavy, ragged gasping and now he only hums contentedly as he holds you.
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>Maybe if you were on the bed you could cuddle up together and ask him if he’d like to rest himself inside you.
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>But right now?
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>Right now, as he draws himself off your back and trails his wing against your flank while stepping around you - the lack of that thumping telling you that you’ve done your wifely duty spectacularly.
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>When you see him, his mouth opens and then closes as his eyes latch onto the gag still in your mouth.
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>And his tired hooves quickly stretch up around your neck as he flops back onto his rump.
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>Your eyes can’t help but trail down along his belly until you see that yes, indeed, he’s still got some life left in him.
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>Well, maybe later you can convince him to join you for some sensual cuddles, after all.
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>But as he loosens your gag and you grunt, pushing it free from your mouth with his help, the first words are his.
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>Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you too much, did he? Did he go too far in calling you… that?
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>You’re quick to kiss him before he can make more inquiries and you hope the small act says what needs to be, before you can gather your thoughts.
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>Before you’re nose-to-nose again and sharing each other’s breath.
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>Before you tell him that it wasn’t at all what you were expecting.
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>You’re glad to see he doesn’t look too worried as he asks - good or bad?
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>Good enough that you’ll be doing it again soon, love.
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>Not tonight, though.
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>No, you assure him, not tonight.
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>Good, because as soon as you’re out of those cuffs, he’s going to help you onto the bed so you can relax while he…
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>He runs a nice, hot bath for you.
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>It’ll help with your rump.
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>Oh, getting the royal treatment, are you?
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>He smiles but it’s a little strained.
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>You deserve it, love, but more important is that the real joy of doing things like this is getting to provide some aftercare for your lover.
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>And Celestia, do you need to be reminded of how much he loves you after that.
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>You hope your snort isn’t too dismissive.
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>As much as you hope he believes you when you tell him that you know he does.
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>A few silly words said in passion don’t change that.
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>But… it would still be nice.
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>Because you do still love hearing it.
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>And you know the wisdom of what he says, given you spoke about it before all this.
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>It’s too easy to let this slip into genuine abuse.
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>Especially so for somepony to feel that’s how they’re being treated.
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>And so long as you’re willing to stand by his side, he never wants to let you think for a moment that he feels anything for you other than the deepest love.
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>So when he uncuffs you and lets you lean your tired and sore body against him as he leads you to the bed, you don’t spare a thought for the mess you trail after you.
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>Only for the stallion you love so well.
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>And the ways he makes you feel.
by HornyDerp
by HornyDerp
by HornyDerp
by HornyDerp
by HornyDerp