“You’re sure about this?” Thomas hissed nervously at Talon, straightening his clothes in the mirror of the changing room. Today his outfit consisted of an assortment of loose rags in place of a shirt and trousers, all of which looked like they could fall from his body at any moment.

“Sure I’m sure,” Talon said as she helped pat down the wrinkles along his sides. “You remember the script, right?”

Thomas looked down at the small stack of papers on the counter, gulping as he felt hours of memorization slip away. “I, uh…”

“Listen,” Talon said firmly. She set her claws on his shoulders and forced him to look at his reflection while she stood behind him in a leather apron. “I get it. This is your first role play and you’re a little nervous. We’ve all been there.”

“What if I mess up? I mean, I barely even remember…”

“Line memorization doesn’t matter,” Talon assured him. “Those were more of guidelines anyway. What matters is your character. You remember that much at least, right?”

Thomas nodded slowly, mentally going over each of the characters described in the script.

“Just keep telling yourself that it’s just Luna. You’ve done kinky stuff with her before. This might be new ground, but not that new.”

“Yeah, but why this and why now?” Thomas asked desperately.

“Why this?” Talon shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe she’s been thinking about it for a while and just can’t wait anymore. I mean, ya had to know what those clothes were really for, right.”

“Maybe, but these aren’t those clothes,” Thomas protested as he tugged at the rags.

“As for why now, I’m betting she’s just really excited about sweet wings.”

“It’s only been like two days,” Thomas whined. “Was she this excited about her last attendants?”

“Not really.” Talon shrugged again as she brushed down a few more wrinkles. “Way I hear it, she didn’t start to get her libido back until you turned up. In short, you basically brought this on yourself.”

“Happy days,” Thomas deadpanned.

Talon rolled her eyes. “Just stay here, get yourself in character, and wait for your cue. I’ll go out and get her started.”

Seeing no way out, Thomas gave Talon a nod and watched her leave.

**********

Sitting on her knees in the middle of the room was an exceptionally tall and dark colored mare. She was not an alicorn, despite her horn and the illusion of leathery bat wings. And she was most certainly not a Princess, what with her regalia stored away. Instead, a single leather apron, because bat ponies hunted wild animals, covered her chest and nothing else. Upon the red hide of the apron was a yellow crescent moon, the sigil of an ancient clan of bat ponies, the Streaks, so named for their exceptional flight skills. Though simple and unimpressive to an outsider, this leather apron was once comparable to a crown in how it was worn by the bat pony chief. As they had little wealth to spend on much else, the leather made from hunting wild animals became a symbol of power and authority.

Dark Night was her name; to her subjects she was known as Lady Night. Thomas had withheld any commentary on how this and other names Luna had chosen all sounded like they were from some cheesy porno, guessing that was probably the intent. She sat in the traditional thatch hut of her clan, complete with wooden pillars, soft wood floors, and a Princess sized bed covered in furs.

Everything was completely and totally authentic, courtesy of Fantastic Fantasies, a local resort which offered numerous rooms enchanted to resemble anything the paying customer desired to carry out their fantasies. Unsurprisingly, they were not strangers to catering to the desires of a Princess. What was surprising was that the attendants and staff seemed to be under the impression that it was unusual for their clients to use these rooms for sex, rather than a cheaper alternative to an expensive beach vacation or something.

Hearing the click of the lock, Dark Night looked up to see Sweet Buns, the griffon vassal who had come to pay her tribute. She also wore a leather apron, though minus the sigil to distinguish her lower ranking. They’d all agreed that changing form would be a bit too much, and so came as themselves. Sweet Buns gave an exaggerated bow, raising her tail playfully to the door, or rather the one way window she knew Thomas was watching from. Stifling a laugh, Dark Night accepted the gesture and motioned her forward.

Matching the mare’s sitting posture, Sweet Buns smiled nervously at her chief. “My Lady. Begging your pardon, but why have you summoned me?”

Night nodded sternly, fixing the griffon with a cold stare. “I am truly disappointed in you, Sweet. How dare you be tardy in this year’s tribute?”

Sweet bowed her head low. “Forgive me my Lady, but it has been a poor harvest this year.”

“Is that all you have to offer?” Night sneered. “Excuses? Do you truly think me so merciful that I would ever allow a house too lazy to prove its worthiness to remain in our clan?”

“No, my Lady!” Sweet pleaded. “I only ask that you consider my past loyalties, and…” she peeked up. “An alternative tribute?” She offered cautiously.

“Alternative?” Night raised an eyebrow in intrigue. “What did you have in mind?”

“In light of my past services to your rightful rule,” Sweet said, “I beg of you to consider taking something else of mine in place of our harvest.” Sweet looked up a little more, though still keeping her head to the ground. “I notice my Lady has been without an apprentice for some time,” she offered meekly.

“Ah,” Night sighed with an understanding grin. “You seek to offer up one of your own foals in place of the promised tribute.” She giggled sinisterly. “As an apology for your failure, you seek the honor of having one of your foals in service to the great Dark Night?” she asked, voice rising in ire.

“Mercy, my Lady!” Sweet begged. “I only…”

“But you are not wrong.” Night had calmed with unnerving speed. She absentmindedly examined her nails. “I have indeed been too long without a good servant. And your past loyalties have earned you my boon.” A cruel and toothy grin grew across her face.

Damn, this is intense, Thomas thought as he watched through the window.

“Then… you will accept my humble offer?” Sweet asked warily.

“Long Rod, I believe is his name,” Night said bluntly, still observing her nails.

“Rod?” Sweet asked, her voice quaking. “But he is so young.”

“Exactly.” Night grinned. “A perfect young colt to be molded to my desires.” She glanced down and gave the griffon a look that said this was beyond argument.

Because that’s not dark and creepy. Thomas grimaced as chills of both fear and excitement went up his spine. I mean, I suspected Luna was a shotacon or something, but this... this is just intense.

“Show him in.” Night ordered.

“Boy!” Sweet barked over her shoulder, still bowing.

Briefly startled, Thomas grabbed hold of the door knob, took a deep breath, and entered the scene.

Long Rod surveyed the room, pretending to be impressed by what his character would perceive as an unknown luxury before setting his sights on his fellow actors. It was so strange to have her stare so coldly at him, though he did notice an increase in heavy breathing the longer they looked into each other’s eyes. The spreading of her bat-like wings definitely added to her intimidation factor, but also betrayed just how excited she was. Then he noticed the griffon, rump high in the air as her raised tail left nothing to the imagination. Her sex, or rather her cunt, was winking at him as her butt wagged invitingly for him to take her now as she urgently motioned him forward. Not wanting to seem rude, Long Rod quickly walked forward and fell to his knees, lowering his head to the ground as he took his place by his, ugh, mother’s side as he regarded her look of mild disappointment. “You called for me, mother?”

Night let out a little whimper at seeing her beloved dressed as an impoverished colt. His outfit seemed so loose and tattered that one good gust of wind would probably render him naked. Thank Faust he talked me into letting him wear clothes for the first part, the mare thought as she barely managed to keep herself from flapping her wings to test that theory. There’d be time for that later. But stars above, was Tia right about how sexy clothing had become, even if it was only rags. Maybe I can get him to wear some of those new sexy socks for next time?

Thomas’ natural timidity fit the mood well and already she was imagining all the things she was going to do with this young and inexperienced colt who had basically been offered up to her as a slave in all but name. Most of all she noticed his smell. He’d gone to the gym to work up a good sweat earlier, and the spell suppressing his arousing fragrance had been removed long enough for the mare to be grateful that she was already sitting down, lest she fall over. Still, sitting only made it easier to grind her thighs together in an effort to ease her growing tension.

“This is him, my Lady,” Sweet said to the mare who was not Luna. As her claw glided across the boy’s back, she then reached around and grabbed hold of the boy’s backside, eliciting a cute yelp. “Though he is young and inexperienced, such a fit and malleable plot could only have come from good breeding” Her assault on his behind did not cease for a moment as she pleadingly looked up at the large mare. “Please. Will you show mercy on your humble servant and accept my son as your plaything?”

Plaything? Thomas questioned as he kept his eyes to the floor while trying to ignore the groping. Probably not the most era appropriate term, but whatever.

“Introduce yourself, boy!” Sweet scolded.

“My name is, mhn” he moaned as Sweet slipped her thumb into his tattered trousers and began teasing his crack. “My name is Long Rod, oh illustrious and radiant Dark Night.” Next time I’m picking the names.

“He appears to have some manners, at least.” Night smiled in approval. “Tell me, Rod, do you know why you are here?”

Trying to ignore the griffon’s claw, the man playing a colt tried to focus on the words of the mare playing his chief. “My mother says that I…” Rod quickly shot the griffon a dirty look, asking if he really had to say it.

Sweet just nodded and motioned with her head to continue.

“My mother, who cares so much for your respect that she gropes her own child in front of her chief…”

Sweet begrudgingly took the hint and reluctantly retracted her claw.

“… wished for me to apprentice to you, Lady Night, that I might learn to be a proper stallion.” Dear god, this is silly, but also kinda fun.

“A fair enough answer, young lad.” Night nodded. “Rod. Do you know how foals are made?”

“Mother…” Rod rolled his eyes. That will never not sound weird. “She says that foals are made when a stallion mounts a mare and sticks his massive cock into her cunt and pounds against her plot until he paints her insides white.” Rod smirked. If they’re gonna mess with me, then there’s no reason I can’t mess with them. Peeking up, he was quite satisfied to see Night let out a soft moan as she rubbed her thighs together. She was already so wet.

“Y-yes.” Night coughed to clear her throat. Though Thomas had broken character, his choice of words had really excited her. “Well, that is the basics, but what do you know of pleasing a mare?”

Still on his knees, Rod straightened up and met the larger mare’s eyes, trying to ignore the sexy way her nipples were poking through the apron. “Nothing, my Lady,” he said softly. “Mother Sweet Buns has told me nothing of the ways to caress a mare. I do not know how to tease a mare’s wings.” He held his hand up and gently stroked them across a pair of imaginary wings. “Do I start from the base with a firm grip, or do I delicately glide my fingers across the…” he glanced up at Dark Night’s bat wings. “Rim?” He settled as he continued pantomiming his words. “I do not know the proper way to grip a mare’s cutie marks, starting with gentle traces only to really dig my fingers in deep when things get really-”

“Enough!” Night shouted, cutting off the colt’s words. By her heavy panting it was clear that his words were affecting her. “I mean,” she continued, much more softly. “Face me, boy.” Thomas sat up straight, still on his knees as he craned his head back to look her in the eye. “You need not be ashamed of your ignorance in such matters. You are young, after all. However, that is what the apprenticeship is for.” She raised her pitch in mockery of Canterlot nobility. “Whereas a commoner’s apprentice learns the crass trades of smithing or wood working, those of us born to lead must aspire to higher schools of learnings, such as philosophy, arithmetic, and gentlestalliony manners. Do you understand?”

“I think so, Lady Night.” Rod nodded. I should probably look this up for future reference, he thought. This stuff sounds pretty cool. I wonder if they still do these kinds of apprenticeships today? Ya know, minus the whole ‘plaything’ thing.

“Under normal circumstances, you would be apprenticed to one of the same sex, but exceptions are common enough,” Night continued with an alluring smile. “In either case, it would be your task to carry out the whims of your master, to watch their every move, and learn from their experience.”

“Then am I to understand my task will be to watch my Lady’s round and delectable backside?” Rod smirked confidently. “Am I to keep my eyes on my Lady’s supple cheeks, catering to their whims day and night?”

Night leered warningly down at Rod, reminding him of his role.

“Er, I mean…” Rod stuttered, trying not to grin. “Naturally my Lady would have me carry her books, deliver her messages, and prepare her meals. I’m told I make a very mean sammich.”

Night cupped a hand to her muzzle, choking on her own laughter at the reminder. He’s making this awfully difficult, she mused. “All this and more, but these are not normal circumstances,” she continued, her expression darkening.

“What do you mean, my Lady?”

“Mistress!” Night hissed. “From this point forward, you will address me as your Mistress. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, M-Mistress,” Rod answered, even as he felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Good,” Night nodded. “Now, stand for me, pet.”

Pet? Rod thought as he obeyed and stood to his full height. Even then he didn’t even come up to eye level with the mare. Sweet, in what he hoped was a breach of character for a mother and child, began nuzzling the human where his cutie mark should be. As Thomas remembered stories of the things ancient cultures did with their ‘apprentices’, certain these situations were similar, he prayed that Sweet Buns was not demonstrating behavior that was deemed socially acceptable at any time in history. As he could practically feel Luna, or rather Night, drinking him in with her eyes, she motioned him forward.

“You see, my Lady.” Sweet beamed proudly. “A fine specimen from fine stock,” she bragged.

“That remains to be seen,” Night said softly. She twirled her finger, ordering her pet to turn around until his back was to her. “Remain still and do not peek,” she ordered when he attempted to look over his shoulder. “Do you know, pet, what else masters do with their apprentices?”

“No, Mistress,” he replied, overcome by a mix of nervousness and excitement at not being able to see what she was doing. The ‘pet’ thing was a little degrading, but didn’t really do anything for him. At least I’m not a masochist. He thought this with a mix of pride and worry that this might compromise his role.

“Do you want to be a stallion?” Night whispered lustfully into Rod’s ear, her hands hovering over his, wafting at his loose garments and watching them sway.

“Stallion?” Rod asked. “I didn’t know you knew aging spells…” He deliberately hesitated long enough to earn a look of warning from both females. “Mistress.”

“No spells here, my pet,” Night said lustfully, smirking as she slipped her hand beneath his ragged shirt and slid her palm across his bare back. He was warm to the touch and the way his hairless skin bristled at her finger tips exciting her. “For your new station in service to us, we call upon one of the oldest forms of magic known to pony kind.”

We? Us? Rod thought, happy that she was really getting into it. He fidgeted nervously as he felt the large mare’s hand snake beneath his arm, around his front, and begin caressing his flat stomach. He didn’t have abs yet, but his pudge was almost entirely gone. “M-magic?” He stuttered as he felt his mare’s other hand slip down the back of his trousers where it gripped his bottom. “W-w-what magic… Mistress?”

Night leaned forward until her muzzle was less than an inch from her pet’s ear. “How fortunate you are,” she whispered sultrily. “If you’d been apprenticed to a stallion, he might have forced himself upon you with reckless abandon.” She smiled as she felt his heartbeat accelerate. “He might very well throw you upon the nearest patch of soft earth with not but the faintest amount of lubricant before he mounts you.” She chose this moment to take her middle finger and press gently against his puckered anus. “Why, we hear stories that the unicorns hold court with their apprentices sitting,” she stressed, “in their master’s laps.”

Talon, whose claw had disappeared beneath her while she pretended not to pleasure herself , went on alert when she saw Thomas grab Luna’s hand beneath his shirt. She studied his eyes carefully and concluded that he had not liked where the conversation had gone. Meeting Luna’s worried glare over his shoulder, Talon rapidly shook her head. Luna’s eyes widened when she realized she’d gone too far in bringing up something she knew Thomas was uncomfortable with, and quickly set to resolve the problem.

“But instead, you belong to me.” Night continued, sounding more concerned and maternal as she nuzzled his cheek with her own. “You are mine, my pet, my plaything to do with as I see fit. We shall teach you, oh fidgety one, the true extent of carnal pleasures. We, the luscious Dark Night, will savor our delectable little treat.” She nipped at his ear. Her reward was a much more pleasured whimper and a relaxation of his muscles beneath her touch.

“Treat?” Rod inquired. “Are… is the big strong mare going to gobble up this tiny little colt?”

Night smiled, taking his continuing to play along as a sign for her to go ahead. She removed her hands from her prize and set them back on her knees. “Your shirt. Remove it,” she purred.

Rod slipped his fingers beneath the bottom of his shirt and began to slowly remove it. He had no idea how guys were supposed to be sensual while undressing, so he moved slowly and gauged the mare’s voice for his performance. Talon certainly seemed quite pleased with whatever he was doing as her arm pumped beneath her.

“The trousers,” Night said hotly. “Present to us what your dame gave you. Present to us the tribute she now offers.”

Now this, Rod felt more familiar with. After watching Luna do it so many times, he’d be a disgrace if he didn’t have some idea. Slipping his thumbs beneath the waist line, Rod leaned forward and poked his rump out behind him. Swaying his bottom back and forth, as Luna had done for him so many times, he slowly slid the trousers down his legs as he sunk further to the ground. The sound of a whimpering mare behind him led him to believe he’d performed adequately. Slipping his feet through the pant legs, Rod stood back to his full height and turned to face his Mistress, his trousers held teasingly over his groin with one hand while the other pitifully tried to cover his chest. “Am I to your liking, Mistress?” he asked meekly.

Lip quivering with lust, the mare had to seal her lips to keep from drooling. Luna, not Night, honestly had no idea if that meekness was in character or if she’d really intimidated her concubine into being her sex toy, for real. She’d alluded to this fetish here and there, but to have it come to life, to have a colt-sized lover pretend to be a real foal ready to prostrate himself for his Mistress to ravage… it was nearly too much. Even the way he’d briefly glance up, only to avert his gaze at the last second was turning her on. She wasn’t certain if he was doing this deliberately or if this was just his natural nervousness, but either way she had to have him.

“Sweet Buns,” Night sighed longingly as she drank in the image before her.

“Yes, my Lady,” Sweet asked anxiously.

“I believe it would please me greatly to have you bear witness to your little colt, my new pet, be properly inducted into my service,” Night said with a perverse grin.

“My Lady!” Sweet said aghast. “You mean… you wish for me to watch you…” Her lower beak was quivering in horror, but it was an ineffective effort to hide her eagerness.

“You do wish to ensure that your tribute is properly accepted, do you not?” Night taunted. This was always a fun game to play with the nobility, to maneuver them exactly where she wanted them and watch them squirm. It was a perverse and guilty pleasure, but the current situation was now driving the mare to almost burn up from the excitement.

“Y-yes, my ngh,” Sweet groaned from her own stimulation. “My Lady. Please take him. Take this puny colt and ravage him to your heart’s content. Make him cry your name as you bring him to the height of ecstasy.”

Standing to her full height, Night parted her legs and rested her hands on her hips in an almost statuesque pose. Thomas, or rather the colt named Rod, was literally in her shadow now. He was powerless before her and they both knew it. She could have him do whatever she wanted, which she had every intention of doing, using him to satisfy one of her deepest cravings.

“Pet,” Night said sternly. “Look at your Mistress’ legs. What do you see?”

Rod did as instructed and looked down past the apron which hid her nethers. There he beheld the light glistening off a liquid running down the inside of her legs. It was hard not to smile knowing that he’d caused it. “It looks like something wet. Did you wet yourself, Mistress?”

Talon snickered.

Night stomped her hoof sternly, causing the others to flinch. “How dare you suggest your Mistress would do something so embarrassing?”

“I… uh… I’m sorry.” Rod stammered. “I didn’t mean to point out that you wet yourself while others watched.”

“Impertinent colt!” Night leaned down and roughly gripped her pet’s behind. “You do realize we are going to have to punish you now, right?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Rod could barely contain his grin. “How are you going to punish this disobedient colt who keeps talking about how you-”

“Quiet!” Night snapped. In a breach of character, she lit her horn and encased her pet in a field of magic, causing him to drop his remaining clothes. Levitating him by her side, she stomped over to the bed and tossed him onto the covers. Her now slit eyes leered dangerously at her prey while she loomed at the foot of the bed. “You forget yourself, little colt,” she hissed. Her hand caressed her own marehood while her eyes zeroed in on her prey’s excited rod. It wasn’t shaped like pony’s, but its small size helped maintain the illusion.

“I beg your forgiveness, Mistress,” Rod begged. “Please don’t be angry.”

“Hush your mouth,” Sweet ordered. “My Lady, I fear your new pet may not fully grasp his situation.”

“Agreed.” Night nodded to the griffon before returning her attention to her prey. Climbing onto the mattress, the mare remained on her knees as she stalked forward. “Rod. Little pet,” she teased, revealing a row of fangs as she grinned. “Do you know why you are truly here?”

Rod shook his head as he was once again eclipsed by the massive mare.

“You are here…” Night hissed darkly as she crawled forward, “as tribute to me!” Soon her knees were positioned on either side of the quivering human as she encompassed his entire field of vision. “From this day forth, you are now the property of Chief Dark Night. Thou art our property. Thy existence shall hence forth be dedicated to satisfying our every whim, and thou shalt begin here.” She removed her hand from her marehood, fingers dripping with her juices.

As the mare’s sex began winking longingly at him, the human leaned forward until he could feel the heat radiating off her nethers. Even the way her sweet lemony flavor wafted into his nostrils and across his tongue made his mouth water with desire. Gazing up past her enormous breasts, the human silently pleaded to be allowed his treat.

Night gave a slow nod. “You may begin.”

Thomas dove forward, burying his face in his mare’s pussy as her juices washed over his face. Out of habit, he grabbed hold of his mare’s thighs, right on her cutie marks, and gripped as tightly as he could for leverage as he pressed his mouth in as far is it would go before extending his tongue.

“Ahhhh!” Luna cried out in joy. She’d been hoping that her little lover would stick to the script and fumble about like a naïve amateur, but she couldn’t deny the way his tongue navigated across her inner walls, pressing all the right buttons. Shivering with ecstasy, she tried to focus on staying in character to keep from bursting too soon. “P-puny colt!” she spat. “Is that the best you can do?”

Thomas pulled back, taking a moment to breathe as he stared up at his mare in confusion. The look on her face showed how much she was enjoying herself, so why would she… oh.

“Is this a reflection on the lackluster education of colts nowadays?” Night sneered. “Thou cannot even please thine Mistress properly. Perhaps we were too hasty in accepting thee as tribute.” She rotated her hips in front of him, taunting him with her sex. “Perhaps I should banish thy family after all?”

“Please, Mistress.” Rod begged as pitifully as he could. “I’ll try harder. I promise. Just let my family stay.”

“Then prove thyself useful and make us cum!” Night ordered.

Nodding, Rod did as instructed. His licks were much sloppier than before as he deliberately missed several of the mare’s sensitive spots, but she cried out in pleasure all the same. Taking her moans as encouragement, Rod continued his oral assault, gradually improving his technique as he read her sounds of pleasure. She was grunting like an animal in heat and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he pushed her over the edge. Releasing his grip on her left cutie mark, he reached around until he found the silken threads of her tail, and gave a swift yank.

Luna’s voice caught in her throat as she mutedly cried out in orgasm. Her walls clenched around her little toy’s tongue as she felt her juices wash over his face and down her legs. She listened to the sounds of his frantic gulping and felt her nearly sated arousal rekindle into a blazing excitement. She needed more.

When the flood of juices finally ceased, Thomas swallowed his last mouthful and looked into Night’s eyes. “Did I do good, Mistress?”

“You,” she panted, “performed acceptably.” Luna’s horn lit once more and her apron was sent flying off to the side, leaving her breasts to freely heave as she breathed deeply. “But do not think this will be enough.”

“What do you-”

Thomas was cut off when Luna lunged down and seized his lips against her own. Wrapping one hand behind his head, Luna pressed her muzzle firmly into his face as she dominated his little mouth. The mixture of his natural flavor combined with her lingering mare cum was heavenly as she hummed and wetly smacked into his mouth. Her tiny lover tried to enter her mouth with his tongue but she wouldn’t allow it, forcing the tiny muscle into submission with her own tongue. Thomas offered only token resistance before going limp and allowing himself to be like putty in his mare’s grasp until finally she pulled away, a single strand of saliva connecting their mouths until it snapped.

“Thou art indeed a treat to be savored,” Night hummed. “Now comes the true test.” Not giving him time to react, Night grabbed hold of her little lover and pressed him to her stomach as she rolled around on the stained bed sheets, trying not to giggle as she settled with her little lover positioned directly beneath her sex. Watching him regain his bearings from the brief bout of dizziness, she drew his attention by smacking her abdomen just above her winking marehood. “This…” she hissed impatiently. “This is thy true function as our tribute. Thou shalt use thy colthood to please us here.” She spread her sex wide for emphasis.

Resisting the urge to give her what she needed, Rod stared dumbly down at her sex as if he’d never seen it before. “W-what do you want me to do, Mistress?”

Night was grinding her teeth as she grinned back at him, his play at naiveté causing her sex to wink all the more frantically. “Must we spell it out for thee?” she growled impatiently. “Do as we say and place thy dick into our sex!”

Nodding frantically, Rod moved himself into position and set his hands on her inner thighs for leverage. Lining up his dick with her pussy, he looked at her one more time for confirmation.

“Little pet,” the mare cooed. “Art thou ready?”

“Ready?” Rod asked back.

“Ready to be conquered?” Night hissed lustfully. “Ready for us to claim thy foalhood as our prize, forever? Ready to be our little pet in service to thine Mistress’ desires? Ready to be made a real stallion? Well, little colt?”

It only took a half second for Thomas to conclude that he no longer cared about the game, and that it was time to really play. “Ya gonna fuck my wittle bwains out?” he teased.

Instantly Luna raised her hips and slammed down over his cock, hilting him completely in one swift motion as her marehood spread open welcomingly. Mare and man cried out at the joy of becoming one. Musing at how Rod’s rod now burned inside her, Luna lifted herself once more, her lover’s dick sliding out with a wet slurping sound until only the head remained, only to crash back down to that wonderful feeling of fullness that only stallion meat could provide. When next Luna pulled off, Thomas held fast to her thighs, pressing his butt down into the soft sheets, only to thrust up as she came down on him and sent him deeper inside her marehood.

“Dearest Thomas!” Luna cried out. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she relished enveloping the small colt-like penis. A shiver of pleasure ran up her spine at the deliciously depravity. “Tell us… tell us how it feels, how much thou loveth thy little body being conquered by big strong mares.”

“I love it!” Thomas bellowed as he thrust upward, only for her powerful thighs to counter his momentum and crush his lower half under their softness. “I love big girls, and you’re the biggest there is.”

“More,” Luna commanded. The mattress strained under her frantic bouncing. “Tell us more!” She needed to hear his words, just as much as she needed to feel him inside her. The way she slid his dick in and out of her marehood was pushing her over the edge. She was on top. She was in control. And she needed to hear how much her lover loved it.

It took Thomas a moment to remember where he was before tearing his eyes away from the hypnotic bounce of her breasts. Instead he focused on entering her glistening pussy. “I love you,” he proclaimed. Luna responded with grunting and growling. “You’re the biggest girl with the biggest ass on the planet and I love you.” As he finished, Luna bottomed out on him one last time as her walls clenched tightly around his dick.

“Nnnnngh!” Luna moaned reaching her second climax. This one had been more satisfying by far, not only because she had her cute lover pinned beneath her, but because she felt his thick seed shoot out into her. Despite being so hot, her stallion’s baby batter managed to reach her core and cool her internal fire. Luna felt her vison blur as she fell forward atop her tiny lover.

Thomas only barely managed to maneuver himself to the side to avoid being suffocated by Luna’s giant chest pillows. As he came down from his own orgasmic high, he inhaled the scent of sex and sweaty alicorn; and almost passed out from the musk. Luna’s wings had fallen to her sides, completely sealing the human in darkness. There was only the heat, the dark, the dripping sweat, and the pressure constricting his body from all sides. With the exception of his legs, which felt pleasantly cool outside his alicorn prison, Thomas was left to wonder if this was what it would be like to be inside Luna, fully and completely. His post-sex brain allowing him to contemplate this as a real possibility and he felt himself stiffen inside her again.

“Ready for round two, my little pet?” Luna asked, breathing heavily as she pulled her mighty form off of him. She smiled contentedly down at her panting little lover. Setting her hands on either side of his head, she bent forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“Give me a couple minutes,” Thomas panted.

“A couple minutes?” Luna mused. “Oh dear. How will I ever find a way to pass the time?” She twirled her finger through Thomas’ hair.

“I have a suggestion,” Talon announced as she poked her head up from the side of the bed. She was panting almost as heavily as her employer and coworker.

After hearing Talon explain, Luna found she liked the idea. And while Thomas found it a little gross, he agreed to join in for the first and third parts. One carrot and several energy drinks later, the three collapsed into a sweaty heap. This definitely wouldn’t be the last time they’d play this game.

Yet another experiment. And after some heavy revisions, I like it. The clop still doesn’t feel as good as it could be, but I like the atmosphere I set up. As DFatman suggested, I changed the original version so that Luna was acting like the persona of Nightmare Moon. As it turns out the aggressive semi-entitled dictator was just what this chapter needed.