Silence reigned in the large single storey treehouse that was Moonbeak’s and Brightstar’s Fillydelphia home. Blessed, wonderful, sweet silence. Silence that could only mean Athena was at last in her bed and the very excited kitten was finally asleep. Laid out almost at full stretch on her three seater couch, Moonbeak was casually looking at the horn ring on the necklace around her neck.

The inch and a half diameter ring was priceless. Moonbeak knew little of such things, but she could tell quality when she saw it. The platinum ring was inscribed on the inside with silver, and with gold on the outer surface. It truly was a masterpiece. The bonding necklace, by comparison, was hammered gold. It looked simple on the surface, but this was griffon gold, mined from the Greyfeather Mines. Practically impervious to magic, only a few smiths in Equestria could work it. She recognised Forge’s work. “How long have you been planning this?”

Brightstar, who had taken up residence at the end of the couch, where he could use his magic to gently massage his mate’s beautifully swollen paws, glanced up from admiring her clawed toes. “Since the first time you said you loved me, six weeks ago. My mum's ring looks good on you.”

“It does give this necklace a pony feel.” Moonbeak replied, her dark grey wings fluttering when her mate applied just the right amount of pressure to her paws. It was all she could do to not drool. While it mystified her why he liked her paws so much, she couldn’t deny when he worshipped them, it was utter heaven. “I would ask how you knew, but you did spend a lot of time with griffons. Have you ever seen a binding request?”

Brightstar nodded thoughtfully, smiling when his magic slid between all her toes at once and made her purr like a cat. “I was invited to observe one while I was on the cultural exchange. The full ceremony was...different, to say the least.”

“I look forward to licking your wound.” Moonbeak let out a giggle that was more of a purr than a giggle. After all, her stallion was very good with his magic. “Then I'll truly know if you are a tasty pony.”

“It will be an honour to bleed with you, my love.” Brightstar bowed his head and kissed the tip of each of her cute and sexy toes. “I suppose I got a thing for bleeding after I visited Griffonstone.” That was a huge understatement. You didn’t live among griffons for a year and not develop a ‘thing’ for blood. It was as ingrained in their culture as honour and bits.

“So, what shall we do for the rest of the night?” Moonbeak asked, though in truth the heavily pregnant griffon could’ve stayed where she was forever and a day, the way he was now kissing and licking the soles of her paws. “We did get a variety of items at your 'pony sex shop'.”

“Hmm...” Brightstar murmured, pulling his attention away from the toes he was sucking on to look over his fiancé’s swollen belly. By the look on her face, she was as likely to move as the house they were in, but he had an idea for the night. “I want to show off my intended. I think we should go down to the Tail.” He smiled, “we can use some of the new toys, like the sheath lock, for instance.”

While Moonbeak certainly didn’t want to move, the exhibitionist in her relished the idea of putting on a show. She liked the idea a lot. “And the cape and bra for me?”

Brightstar nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes, I think so. Will you wrap me up?”

Moonbeak shot her lover a curious look, wondering what he meant by that. “Wrap you up?”

“In the ropes, sweetie.”

“Oh!” the griffon had to fight the urge to facepalm, hard. “Oh, um, I can try. Let's look at the book together and see what the best way is to, ah, wrap you up.” She giggled, reaching over to the low table by the couch where the three books; Beginners, Intermediate and Advanced Rope Work, lay in a stack.

“Alrighty!” Brightstar couldn’t hide his eagerness, not that he tried very hard. “We should probably start right at the beginning of the first book, I imagine they're easier, for you and for me.”

With a truly momentous effort, Moonbeak heaved herself up to first a seated position and then, after three attempts, to standing up. Feeling like she was smuggling a rather hefty beach ball, one that weighed several tonnes, she picked up the Beginner’s book and moved it to the centre of the wide circular living room. “Yes, let's.” she nuzzled his cheek, loving the fact he didn’t laugh at her awkward movements.

As he moved to stand next to her, Brightstar returned the nuzzle to his mate’s cheek before sitting down. He looked on eagerly, utterly failing to hide his excitement with each page that was turned over. While they were basic, yes, each picture was more beautiful than the one before it. It helped that the models, both stallion and mare, were clearly into it as well. “Some of these look really hot, don't they? Imagine me wearing those in public!”

Moonbeak could imagine it. Oh by Stormclaw could she imagine it! The rather strong musky scent emanating from between her legs said how well she was imagining it. She pointed to the fourth picture in with her clawed hand. “This one doesn't look too hard. It will cover you from chest to tail.”

Brightstar looked at the picture and it was all he could do to not to stand at full mast immediately. The model in question was wearing an intricate lattice work of rope, diamonds digging into his fur just slightly. “Ooh, I like that one a...tortoise shell, huh?”

Moonbeak nodded, her mind made up. “Did you buy a rope this long?” she asked, pointing at the recommend twenty five foot length on the page of the book.

“I did! I wasn't sure,” Brightstar lit his horn and, in his glowing yellow aura, he floated out several different lengths of ropes, all of which were grey, from the MiAC bag. “So I got a few different ones.” He soon saw there were different coloured threads at the ends and middle to help to find the rope length. “Ah, here we are, the twenty five foot. That's the one, sweetie.” He laid the others down in a coil by the couch.

Moonbeak, however, was studying the book intently. “Hmm, these knots don't look too hard. They write a lot about appearance of the rope.” That had certainly been a surprise to her. Contrary to her belief, it wasn’t just a case of tying any old knot. These knots were special, formed so as not to dig painfully into the wearer’s skin.

“They do make it look very elegant, don't they?”

“Stand up and I will try.” Moonbeak ordered, finding it easy to slip into her ‘Mistress’ persona, the one she knew her partner loved – the one she loved, too. Then, a line on safety caught her sharp eye. “It says here you need EMT sheers. Did you get those?”

Without a moment’s pause, Brightstar floated out the shears. “Safety first, my love. At first, I wasn't going to bother, as you have your talons, but I thought get them, better safe than sorry.”

Moonbeak nodded, again reminded, if any reminder was necessary, why she loved this pony so much. “True, then this is a book written for ponies.” With that said, the pregnant griffon took up the long twenty five foot rope in her clawed hands. She started at his chest and, after referring to the book a few times for instructions, soon had the handle of this bondage. She admired each diamond she made, each knot she crafted, each loop. She marvelled at how everything had its place and served a function. “The ropes stand out nicely against your fur.” She commented as she admired her work, “They look loose, are they loose?”

“Yes, they are a bit loose,” Brightstar smiled, for there was a good half an inch of play on all the ropes that now encased him. “I'd say you're a natural at this, love.”

Moonbeak raised a sardonic eyebrow at that. “Of course! I'm a griffon.” She giggled, as if to say that was that. “Okay, now to tighten you up…” With that sentence hanging in the air, she tightened the knots on his back so that the ropes were now pressed into his royal blue fur against the flesh. “How's that?”

“Oh...oh I say...” Brightstar wriggled a little, his breath hitching up and he even sounded more 'pet-ish'. “Th-That feels good, like, it feels really good!”

With a critique’s eye, Moonbeak walked around her pet, scrutinising her work. Here and there, she straightened up a diamond, or adjusted a knot, especially those that rested over his anus and around his heavy balls. She resolved to have fun with those later. “It looks really good. Good enough to show off, at any rate.” She glanced down at the necklace and the ring she wore around her neck. “And to show off this, too.”

Brightstar was actually blushing under his Mistress’s scrutiny. “Y-Yes Mistress,” he wondered, when the two words left his mouth, why he was sounding so timid. He realised, as he was snugly tied up, and he was once more the pet, that he wasn’t worried about it or anything else. He loved his Mistress. His Mistress loved him, and he trusted her to take care of him. “I ah, I'd really like that.”

“I will take you to the Tail to show off then.” As she picked up the cut out bra that she knew would show off her swollen teats, she giggled, for she knew the Twisted Tail would be busy tonight. Saying that though, Forge and Blossomseed could always be counted on to be there. “But, they might not see your ropes once they see the gloriousness that is me!”

“You are glorious, Mistress, of course.” Brightstar bowed his head, in part to hide his smile. “You ah, could use the lock, Mistress.” He didn’t want to appear pushy, but he also didn’t want her to forget it, either.

“I forgot about that!” Moonbeak exclaimed with an over-exaggerated gasp – which was to cover the fact that she had indeed forgotten – and she delved into the MiAC bag. Once she had the sheath lock in her hand, she applied it and locked it up. She loved the way it had a little padlock, it was so cute! As soon as she was sure he wouldn’t be getting an erection unless she allowed it, she seemed to be having a hard time with the bra, giving her pet several gratuitous angles to watch her put it on. “Finally!” she exclaimed, once it was on and her heavy teats squeezed through the holes. She gave her pony a sly look. “How are you holding up?”

“Aaah…” All the time he had watched her ‘accidentally’ fumble with the bra, Brightstar’s jaw was hanging open, drooling from the corner of his mouth. “Aaaah...” strangely, finding words was a tough undertaking, “ngggh...f-fine, Mistress!”

Moonbeak’s considerable ego was nursed a lot by the way her pet was openly staring at her hanging teats and her paws. She loved the way she could affect him like that without even having to say or do anything. “Help me with the cape and we can go.”

“At once, Mistress.” Doing as he was told, he magically floated over the long travelling cape that, once on, concealed the cut out bra nicely. Except when she walked.

Casually, the dominant griffon walked a complete circle around him again, though this time she had her leonine tail held high as she inspected both her work and his straining, twitching undercarriage. That alone sent a thrill straight to her snatch. “Do you need a ride down?”

“Ah...y-yes, yes please, Mistress.” Brightstar bowed his head. The question, “Do you need a ride down?” meant, “You aren’t allowed to use magic once we leave”. He caught the undercurrent, he knew what it meant. He was easily capable of teleporting down, should he choose to, but that wasn’t part of the game, was it? He was his Mistress’s pet, now.

Moonbeak just adored the way his ears were slicked back like that, the way his tail hiked up just so. Command given and accepted, she moved so that he could climb up on her back. In doing so, though, she booped his nose with her wide fat ass. “Ooops! Okay, get on and I'll take you to the van.”

Thanks to having his fiancé’s ass in his face, complete with her musky scent, Brightstar made an adorable little mewing noise as he got on. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Deciding she had teased him enough, Moonbeak exited her treehouse with a flap of her powerful wings – passing her favourite kitten-sitter on the way down - and she flew down to her old battered white transit van. Landing on the driver’s side, she gave him a moment to get off. She could’ve bought a new van ages ago, but she loved the dents, scratches and rust that ‘decorated’ hers. Goldcrest bought her this van, and it meant far more to her than its base value. Still. “That sheath lock feels interesting on my back.”

Brightstar snickered once he had alighted from his Mistress’s back. “It feels interesting on my sheath, Mistress,” he admitted as he obediently opened the driver's door for his waiting fiancé, purposely by hoof, instinctively not using his magic.

Once seated in the van, Moonbeak fired up the ancient engine. Three times, it sputtered into life. With a rather loud bang and a cloud of exhaust smoke, Moonbeak pulled out of the driveway, leaving the darkened square behind illuminated by the street lights. “I do hope there are a few at the bar tonight.”

Looking out of the window at the darkened streets as they whizzed past, Brightstar chuckled. “You know Forge and Blossomseed will be there. I'm sure his shop and the Tail are the only two places in Equestria he knows…” at that, he went quiet, stroking his ropes and once more looking out of the window.

Moonbeak used the opportunity granted by shifting from third to fourth gear to rest her clawed hand from the gear shift to his knee. “I love you and we don't have to do this, Bright.” She said comfortingly, misunderstanding his apparent apprehension.

“Oh,” Brightstar smiled. Not many would associate the high shrill voice with ‘comforting’, but he was able to detect the subtle inflections she used here and there. He knew she was worried about him, that she cared for him, she loved him and that she wouldn’t force him to do this if he chose not to. He understood it was his call, and his alone. “I want to do this, I really do, it's just...it's new, it feels wonderful, and scary, and sexy, and...and...”

Moonbeak laughed. She loved how honest he was. It was one of the many things she loved about him. She prized honesty. A lot. She also appreciated the communication that was happening between them right now. “I'm with you. I'll always be with you. I can do this, so can you, yes?”

“Yes Mistress.” Brightstar sighed, “Truth, I'm aroused, turned on, a lot. So much of a lot…” he trailed off, suddenly aware he was rambling as the van made its way through the streets. He was quite unprepared for the feelings he’d experience being tied up like this. He had wanted it, yes, but experiencing it was something different altogether. “My head, it's...I can't concentrate, to use magic, right now. I...I need you.”

“I need you too.” Moonbeak paused at a set of traffic lights and ran a taloned finger around the edge of the grey and white collar that her pony had worn since she had put it on him. “It is a good thing then, that this stops you from using magic in the bar.”

Brightstar nodded solemnly. He needed this, he needed somebody else to be in control. He needed her to understand. “It is, Mistress...you see, I've never not been in control. I've always had to be in control, since mum left, I've had no choice but to be in control. I...I give that control to you, my love.”

As she drove along, turning down street after street, Moonbeak thought on what her lover had just said. She was quiet all the way to the car park of the bar, not taking lightly the responsibility she had been given. “Brightstar, I love you, and I will try all in my power to not abuse that control. Now, to see what they see first. You in your ropes or me wearing a necklace.”

“I trust you, Moonbeak.” Brightstar leant over and kissed his fiancé’s beak before getting out and walking around to open the driver’s door for her. He had his duties, after all. “I'm sure they'll see you first.”

Moonbeak snickered, “Ponies see what they want to see, but I'll bet Selene screeches.”

“I'm not taking that bet, that's easier than Brass Knuckles beating down a newbie.”

“Proceed me, pony.” Moonbeak commanded, pointing her claw in as grandiose a fashion as she could manage at the battered weatherbeaten blue door of the Twisted Tail bar. Through the partially covered windows they could see there were a good few patrons inside. “Least they not see you at all.”

Brightstar bowed low to his Mistress. The way she had commanded him, she was well and truly in her role now, as was he in his. The time for insecurities was past. They were left in the van. Now, he loved and trusted his partner just as she did him. It was time for the show. “Yes Mistress.” As he walked up to the door, his breathing was all shallow and excited, his black tail was up very high. ‘I can do this, I can do this...’ he repeated over and over in his head.

Two things happened when Brightstar hoofed open the door and walked into the Twisted Tail. The first thing was that everypony in the bar; Selene and a griffon waitress whom he didn’t know, as well as Forge, Blossomseed, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat and even Olive Branch – a unicorn stallion he knew by sight from the police academy – a stallion called Tinsel and a mare named Lemon Drop, an earth pony couple he kind of knew, all stopped what they were doing.

The second thing, Brightstar noticed, was that every single thing stopped. As nine sets of eyes all turned in his direction, with varying looks on their faces ranging from shocked all the way to amused, one could hear a pin drop. Normally the voyeur loved to be the one watching. “Mmmm!” he let out a pained whimper as his sheath strained against the lock from all the attention, his mouth dry as a bone. “Ah...g-good evening, to you all,” even Blossomseed had stopped snuggling Forge and she was looking hard. “I'd like to announce my Mistress, Moonbeak.”

Forge was the first to find his voice, the grizzled old earth pony blacksmith grinning a particularly toothy grin in Brightstar’s direction. “Looks like you lost at the rodeo, Star!”

At their table, near to the bar, Lemon Zest nudged Sugarcoat. “That is a new look, Rookie, you wearing that at the graduation?” Sugarcoat simply pointed a hoof and laughed. Loudly.

“I ah...I was thinking about it, Lemon, yes,” Brightstar discovered, just, that he still had a tongue. “Under my uniform, of course.”

Blossomseed kissed Forge’s ear and whispered, “You should tie me like that, might make me a bit less clumsy.” Forge, the young earth pony mare’s dominant, simply laughed and kissed her back while Moonbeak made her grand entrance.

“That's good rope-work.” Sugarcoat commented as Moonbeak strutted into the Twisted Tail in the same manner as Celestia entered the grand throne room of Canterlot Palace. Like she owned the place. “Sunny Flare would be impressed, I think.”

‘Oh thank Luna Moony's here, for a second I thought she wasn't coming...’ Brightstar thought the worried thought, then he immediately chastised himself for even thinking that his mate would abandon him. Had he been thinking clearly, of course she wouldn’t. But, that was the thing. He wasn’t thinking clearly.

Moonbeak however, wasn’t happy. Seeing as her lover and pet was frozen, standing just inside the entrance, she decided to get him to move the only way she knew how. By applying a clawed hand to his heavy balls and squeezing just a little. With an adorable squeak of pain, the unicorn walked into the bar proper, needing no further 'encouragement'.

Watching the spectacle, along with everypony – and griffon – else, Sugarcoat erupted in a fit of giggles. “So, that's how we get the star rookie to move.”

“Yes,” Moonbeak commented, her hand still squeezing Brightstar’s balls, “but hooves are not quite the same.”

Just then however, as Sugarcoat was about to say something to her partner, Lemon Zest, Selene managed to once again silence the bar with an ear-splitting screech that was somewhere between a squee and the girliest squeal of delight that Brightstar had ever heard. All the eyes that had been on the unicorn upon entering the bar now turned to the jet black griffon and the waitress beside her who almost dropped her tray. “You're wearing a necklace!”

The others in the bar very suddenly took note of that, though it was clear by a series of confused faces that only Forge, Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat understood the significance of it. Olive Branch, Lemon Drop, Tinsel and Blossomseed were oblivious. Brightstar, his nuts now freed from Moonbeak’s grasp, had an enormous blush as he approached the bar. “Aaah, my Mistress accepted, Miss Selene.”

Selene was in a state of shock. “You are marrying a pony‽” she exclaimed, pointing her claw at Brightstar like she was denouncing a heretic.

Quietly, while Moonbeak held the necklace and the horn ring in her hand, Forge explained to his Blossom just what the necklace meant. For the sixth time. The pregnant griffon stared down her old friend, holding her gaze like she was prey on a plate. “Binding with a pony.” She corrected her, far more calmly than she felt. She was sure Selene blushed at having used a pony term, it was hard to tell with her black feathers.

Brightstar nodded to Selene, “It is my honour to bind with my Mistress.”

“It looks very nice on you, Moony.” Sugarcoat commented, going back to sipping her beer now that the initial shock had all died away.

Lemon Zest however didn’t go for her beer. “Moony, you're really going to bind with a pol...”

“If I may,” Brightstar interjected very quickly, the moment he heard Lemon Zest start to say the word ‘police’, because he anticipated what the rest of her sentence was going to be and he didn’t want his fiancé upset, not tonight of all nights. “Miss Lemon, she is binding with the pony she loves.”

“Yes, binding with a pony?” Lemon Zest completed her question, only shooting Brightstar the slightest of scowls for his timely intervention. It didn’t help that Sugarcoat had kicked her under the table. Hard.

Moonbeak, who was many things but stupid she was not, knew what the Shadowbolt was going to say, but she chose to let it slide, this once. “This pony has opened me up to new possibilities.” She said, affectionately stroking her pony’s black mane. “He did the binding request as well as any griffon could.”

Selene wanted details. “When?”

“Earlier this evening, Selene.” Brightstar snickered in response as Selene was ignoring Olive Branch’s request for more beer in search of her gossip, “I made the request after dinner at Gustav'

“Not heard of it,” Forge said, ignoring the fact that nopony had asked. When the old blacksmith had something to say, he said it, and that was that.

“The pony is a big spender.” Lemon Zest was impressed. She resolved to take Indigo Zap somewhere nice. She didn’t want to be upstaged by a rookie of all ponies. “I'd have to save up forever to go there.”

Brightstar answered the blacksmith first. “It's a new place, Forge, over the river, just been open a week...”

Helpfully, Sugarcoat came to the stallion’s aid. “Special occasion calls for a special place. You remember when Sunny Flare took Sour Sweet to Rainbow Falls for their seventh anniversary this year?”

Lemon Zest laughed out loud, almost choking on her beer, “Yes, and that involved less flesh eating.”

“It is an acquired taste.” Forge grinned, giving his ditzy little mare a wink.

Selene, now recovered from her initial shock, had served up a free round of drinks for all her patrons – a rare feat in and of itself – which her waitress made herself busy with in serving up. “Yes,” she giggled, “and pony is the sweetest meat.”

Moonbeak shared a wink with her old friend Selene. “Yes, he’s a very sweet meat indeed.”

Entirely missing the point from where she was sat at her booth with her dominant lover, Blossomseed asked, “Am I an acquired taste, if Selly says all ponies are sweet?”

Brightstar laughed out loud, mostly because Forge had just choked on the mouthful of beer he had just tried to swallow. He blessed Celestia above that the young flower seller had to sense of timing, or tact. She was priceless! “I've had no complaints thus far, Seed,” he giggled, finally starting to feel a little at ease, given he was wearing a suit of ropes.

Drinking her complimentary beer that Selene had provided, Lemon Zest at last noticed the grey ropes that adorned the police recruit. Now they had the business of the binding out of the way, she was curious about his get up. “So, what is with the new look, recruit?”

Moonbeak was too quick for her pet. “He thought ribbons were to girly for him.”

“We were at the MiAC store,” Brightstar answered, “getting supplies, and I just couldn't resist the ropes, amongst some other things.”

“Star’s in a bind again!” Forge barked out a loud laugh.

“Two binds,” Blossomseed interjected quickly, cutting across what Brightstar was going to say in retort to her dominant lover, “By the look of the cock lock he's wearing and oooh, Moony, I love the bra!” the young earth pony mare licked her lips, not knowing who to ogle the most. She settled on Moonbeak’s exposed teats.

Stood by the bar, Moonbeak had a huge red blush colouring her white feathered face at having been caught out so quickly. Her attention caught all the more than it already was, Selene scooted out from behind the bar for a closer look at her friend’s attire. She wasn’t disappointed. “Somepony like milky titties?” she asked, prompting Moonbeak to stick out her tongue at her.

At the same time, Blossomseed and Brightstar answered as one entity, “Yes!” Now, Blossomseed took her turn to blush heavily as more than a few sets of eyes turned to her, for once, as opposed to Brightstar or somepony else.

Sugarcoat sipped her beer and adjusted the way she was sat to enable her to get a better look at the griffon’s teats, swollen by her milk as they were squeezed by the cut out bra. “It's a good look on you, Moony,” she said, not looking anywhere other than Moonbeak’s hind end.

Moonbeak, ever the exhibitionist at heart, was loving the attention. She adored the fact that even though it was her fiancé and her pet wearing the ropes that she had – masterfully, if she said so herself – applied, she and her simple cape and bra were garnering the focus. Yeah, she loved that. “It’s the cape, of course.” She giggled, before tapping Brightstar’s ass with a claw. “Sit pet, so we can converse and have a drink.”

Selene though saw straight through her friend’s guise. “So you can sit and hide your teats more like it.” Again, her snarky remark earned her a stuck out tongue for her trouble.

Glancing around the rather ‘rustic’ bar - it really was disgusting by Canterlot standard – the royal blue unicorn saw that the seating was quite limited, so he gathered pretty quickly that they’d have to pick a table to share. Each of the tables seated four comfortably, but they could fit five at a push. “Yes, Mistress, at once.” He gave a little bow and, knowing full well that Blossomseed was checking them both out, he went over to Forge's table. “Excuse me, may we join you?”

Forge snickered, the dominant old earth pony leant in and bit his ditzy mare’s ear. “We're already joined, but there is some free seating pads, Star.”

Flicking her bitten ear, she loved the way he bit her, Blossomseed laughed and kissed Forge's ear. She was careful to not use her teeth. Biting back was naughty. Very naughty. “Aw, you joker!”

“Thank you,” Brightstar said and, deciding that since he had been naughty already – after having had his balls squeezed in the entrance to the bar - to dare and sit on an actual seating pad as opposed to the floor which was his usual designated spot.

Taking her own seating pad, Moonbeak did take notice of Brightstar's seating choice. She also noted that this was the first time he had done that in this bar. Adjusting herself just so, she sat a little bit sideways. This served two purposes. I alleviated the pressure on her large pregnant belly and it gave Forge and Blossomseed a nice view of her undercarriage. Without a request, Selene set a double shot of Dalwinny whiskey and club soda on the table. “Thank you, Selene.”

Blossomseed was looking at Moonbeak's exposed teats without trying to make it obvious that she was staring, though she wasn’t doing such a good job of that. She was practically drooling, just as her tail was flagging. “Ah...can I ah, get a beer, please Selly?”

Selene nodded, and as she turned to go back to her bar, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, Olive Branch, Tinsel and Lemon Drop all went back to what they had been doing before Brightstar and Moonbeak had entered the Twisted Tail. “Yep, that’s two beers coming up.”

Lemon Zest raised her hoof, getting Selene’s attention. “I'll try one of those whiskeys that the bondage pony likes.”

Straightaway, Brightstar extended his hoof to reach for his drink, the whiskey looking so enticing sat there in its shot glass, but, well he’d done that before and as far as he was concerned that was just whacking the hornet’s nest. There was being naughty in a good way, and then there was just plain naughty. The glare from his Mistress’s green eye led him to his decision. He knew what he should be doing. “May I have a drink, Mistress?”

With a smile spreading over her beak, the griffon lightly tapped her pet’s hoof with a claw. “Good pony, you may have your drink.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Permission given, Brightstar took his glass in his hoof and treated himself to a little sip of the burning hot whiskey. Damn if that wasn’t the best thing ever. The drink was one of his top five favourite things about Fillydelphia. He was sat next to his favourite thing.

With an enormous act of willpower, Blossomseed somehow managed to drag her eyes away from Moonbeak's teats and she saw the ornate horn ring hanging on the hammered gold necklace. “I like the ring, Moony.” Of course she recognised Forge’s signature craftwork on the necklace.

Glancing down, Moonbeak ran a taloned finger around the edge of the gold inscribed platinum horn ring. “It has meaning to the pony, so it has meaning to me.”

“You griffs are big on history.” Forge commented off-hoofedly, sipping on his beer while the griffon in question just nodded, not letting go of the ring.

Brightstar lowered his glass. “It was my mother's, Blossom.” He chose to leave it at that, not going into the whole ‘Mother-left-it-to-me-before-she-went-insane’ thing.

“I think it's pretty!” Blossomseed passed her rather simplistic judgement on the two hundred year old ring that has been in Brightstar’s family for generations, which happened to be one of the few things that Darkstar and Brightstar hadn’t pawned to pay for their upbringing. Of course, she had no idea of any of that. To the somewhat simple-minded mare, it was just, pretty.

“It is a finely made horn ring.” Forge passed a slightly more detailed judgement than his mare, while Moonbeak nodded her agreement. “Tis worthy of a binding.”

Brightstar helped himself to a second drink of his whiskey. “Thank you, Forge, I appreciate that.”

Not wanting to be left out of the fun on the other table, Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat both rolled over onto their sides, both of them exposing their teats so that Brightstar could see them and what they were doing. What they were doing, was slowly and sensuously rubbing their nipples. Very slowly. “Hey Moony,” Lemon Zest called out, “how long do you think he’ll last with that lock on?”

Moonbeak saw what they were doing and a wide smile split her face. A smile that sent chills down Brightstar’s spine. “Is there a time limit?”

Brightstar, his yellow eyes wide open, almost dropped his shot glass as his jaw fell open. To say he didn’t know where to look was an understatement. “Aaaaah...” was all he could think of to say as his sheath and the lock holding his stallionhood twitched, hard.

Forge smiled and, seeing the way the evening was going, the old earth pony stallion nudged Blossomseed’s shoulder. “Oh...ooh!” While it may be true that she was slow on the uptake in a great many things, here, she got it straightaway. Grinning, she too rolled over and exposed herself just like the two police officers were. “Hey, Starry!” As soon as she had his attention, she began rubbing her nipples in a figure eight with her hoof.

Deciding it was about time to punish her pet for his daring naughtiness, Moonbeak casually extended her dark grey wing between Brightstar’s hind legs. Once her primary feathers found their mark, she softly rubbed her feathers all along his locked up sheath. She adored the way it strained like that, the way her pony’s cock was trying to get hard, but it wouldn’t unless she allowed it to. “I'm sure my pony can easily last out the night.”

Beside her, Brightstar shuddered, “Aaah...th-the ah, the whole night, Mistress?”

“Or longer.”

Selene, at the bar, almost felt sorry for the shuddering unicorn. Almost. The way her old friend had said ‘or longer’ was just deadly. “Or ‘till closing time when I kick the lot of you out of here,” she said in an attempt to come to his rescue.

“Moony?” Blossomseed asked gently, although Moonbeak, who had finished her club soda, didn’t hear her.

She was too busy seeing if her pet had finished his whiskey. She grinned when she saw him lift the shot glass to his lips and down what was left. His hoof was shaking a little as was he. The pregnant griffon knew full well that looking from the four of them was driving him horny. Moonbeak twirled her empty glass and said softly, “If are going to be here awhile, maybe I should have another?”

Brightstar didn’t want to be here for a while. The cock lock was sweet torture. He knew, were it not there, that he’d be iron hard by now, thanks to the show he was receiving. Still, his Mistress was in control. If she wanted to stay, they would stay. “Aaa-aaas you wish, Mistress.” He was busy thinking of many dull language lessons to keep his mind off his straining sheath.

“Moony?” Blossomseed repeated, a little louder this time, “um...are you really milky?”

Carefully, the griffon squeezed a nipple. “Soon, but not yet.” She replied before turning to the bar. “Seems my pony is in no hurry to leave. Selene, another soda please.”

Blossomseed was again transfixed on the teats and the cut out bra. “Could I have a lick, please?”

“M-Mistress!” Brightstar whimpered, a glance at the very teasing figures of Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat, as well as the thought of watching Blossomseed lick his fiancé’s nipples had him straining harder than ever. “Please...please can we go?”

Unfortunately, for him anyway, Selene chose that moment to deliver the second soda that Moonbeak had ordered. She also bought a second whiskey for him. “After I finish this and you finish your drink.” She nodded, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. She then turned to the young earth pony mare. “Of course you may, Blossom! Nothing like sharing among friends.”

“Yay!” As soon as Moonbeak gave her permission, the ditzy earth pony mare immediately scurried under the table and started to very slowly lick and suck her nipples, suckling like she was determined to draw milk from her.

Brightstar didn’t know if he was in heaven or Tartarus. The voyeur in him loved to watch, but the sheath lock was a pain he hadn’t anticipated. “Oooh....ngggggh sw-sweet Luna!” he gasped, somehow managing to take a sip of his whiskey.

By contrast, Moonbeak calmly drank her soda and ran a clawed hand through Blossomseed's mane. “My compliments to you Forge, she sucks very well.”

Forge nodded. He had trained his mare to take him all the way to the hilt, so he knew she sucked well. “It is all about practice.”

“I practice a lot!” Blossomseed squee’d, her muzzle not leaving Moonbeak’s hard nipple. She was very enthusiastic and sloppy with her licking, just the way she knew her Master liked it. She did flick her tail up at Forge to afford him a good view while she rubbed herself.

Brightstar looked to Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat, but he found no escape there either. While Sugarcoat was still playing with her breasts, her colleague had leant over and was alternating licking the left then the right. “That is the table with some action,” she stated obviously as Forge reached out a hoof to stroke under his pet’s flicking tail.

In spite of everything, Moonbeak was keeping a wary eye on the level of Brightstar’s shot glass. She could tell by the whimpers and his pulled back ears that he wouldn’t last much longer. “Oooooh Forgey!” Blossomseed moaned around the nipple in her mouth, lifting up her tail so that her owner could get better access.

As Brightstar got his glass down to just one more sip required, Lemon Drop stroked Tinsel's shaft. She wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it, casually masturbating her lover at their table. “Ready to go, love?” she asked. Tinsel nodded, standing and proudly showing off his erect member. He was more than ready to go, in more ways than one. Laughing, they both left the bar for home.

At his table, Olive Branch glanced at Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat. He liked what he saw. “Will I be getting lucky tonight? He asked of the two Shadowbolts.

“Depends,” Lemon Zest said with a shrug of her shoulders, “do you have a lucky hoof?”

Sugarcoat snickered, “You'll get lucky if I do.”

Brightstar very quickly downed the last of his whiskey, the poor stallion not knowing where to look for the least stimulation. “I'm done, Mistress.”

Snickering, Moonbeak lightly pinched Blossomseed’s ear to get her attention from her teats up to her eyes. “I’m sorry, but it’s time for this milky tittie to go, my dear.” She had, after all, teased her own pet more than enough for one sitting.

Forge withdrew his hoof, which was coated in his young mare’s juices from her marehood and wiped it all over his sheath. “You can milk me for a bit, love.”

“Alrighty!” without any need for further encouragement, Blossomseed immediately turned and nuzzled all the way up and down Forge's sheath. She loved tasting herself on her old lover’s crotch. “Thanks for letting me have a taste though, Moony.”

“Aw,” Lemon Zest couldn’t resist a tease, “pony going to explode?”

“Yes!” Brightstar was trembling now, teeth clenched with the almost unbearable pain in his sheath as his stallionhood strained hard to get erect and couldn’t. “Yes, the pony is!”

Sugarcoat booped her colleague’s nose. “Don't tease the recruit, Citrus.”

Lemon Zest instead moved a hoof towards Sugarcoat's tummy. “Shall I tease the veteran, then?”

“Yes please!” Olive Branch said loudly, earning himself a raspberry from both police ponies.

Finally, Moonbeak decided it was time to get up and go. It took a few moments though, for her to heave her vast swollen pregnant bulk off of the seating pad and stand on her paws. “Come, pony. Let us continue our binding celebration elsewhere.”

Selene shot her friend a wink. “Thanks for not leaving as big a mess as usual, Moony.” It was such a refreshing change to not have to mop up semen stains after they had done playing in her bar.

Moonbeak gave Selene a rather sanctimonious bow until her belly touched the floor. “Always happy to help.”

Brightstar was so eager to get out of the bar and get the lock off his sheath that he almost jumped to his hooves, “Thank you, Mistress, and thank you, Selene, for the whiskey!”

As Selene waved them goodbye, Moonbeak led her whimpering pet out of the Twisted Tail and across the car park to her waiting van. It was the work of seconds to unlock and open the big rear doors. She pointed a taloned finger inside. “In. Now.”

“Yes Mistress!” Brightstar yelped, hopping up straightaway without question into the back of the van which was, for once, devoid of any photographic equipment, the extremely clean and well-looked after inside quite the opposite of the rusted and battered outside.

“Stand still.”

“Yes, Mistress, I will, Mistress.” Brightstar at this point, with his back to his Mistress and his black tail hiked up like he was in heat, was silently begging Luna for the release of the lock.

As soon as she had climbed up into the back of her van, Moonbeak fumbles a bit in her haste to remove the constraining sheath lock. “Make this van rock,” she ordered simply as she turned around and lifted up her tail, “Or the lock goes on for the whole weekend, pony.”

The very instant the lock had been removed and discarded to the spotlessly clean floor, Brightstar’s tortured cock emerged from its sheath and stood very, very hard indeed. Turning around, the lust-addled unicorn, ropes and all, wasted no time whatsoever in mounting his fiancé. He placed his forehooves at the base of her wing joints as he entered Moonbeak in one smooth, hard, thrust. “I love you so much, Mistress!”

Moonbeak let out a half purr, half growl. “I need a really good rutting, and I need it right now.”

“My pleasure, Mistress!” As he was already inside her up to his medial ring, Brightstar snorted and pulled out, almost all the way, tugging hard on her powerful wing joints for leverage before thrusting back inside. Spurred on by his Mistress’s command, he hilted in her, his ring spreading her pussy apart.

Brightstar hadn’t been at it more than a moment when a familiar voice could be heard from outside. “Sweets,” Lemon Zest said, “do you think we have probable cause to search that van?”

“By the way it’s rocking,” Olive Branch observed, “it may be full of Parasprites.”

Quite lost in the moment, Brightstar didn’t take any heed of the voices at all. “Oooh yeeeeah!” he grunted, thrusting as hard as he could manage, spearing his lover so hard that his hips smacked her ass over and over again.

“We should search it,” Sugarcoat deadpanned, in agreement with Olive Branch, “who knows what'll happen if the Parasprites escape?”

Lemon Zest giggled, “Good call, Sweets.”

Olive Branch waved his hoof to the two Shadowbolts, and amused grin on his face at the rocking van. “I can take the back door, if you to handle the side doors.”

“On it.” Sugarcoat took up her position on the left as Lemon Zest went to the right door. Inside, Brightstar was rutting Moonbeak so hard his hind hooves were practically leaving the floor. He didn’t give two feathers that there were ponies just outside, he had a service to do.

Moments later, all three of the van’s doors opened up and three flashlights shone on Brightstar and Moonbeak inside the back. “Careful Olly, that pony is packing and might shoot you in the eye.” said Lemon Zest, her flashlight not moving an inch from the thrusting unicorn’s ass.

Olive Branch found himself eye to eye with Moonbeak, though the griffon didn’t really see him, her green eyes were rolled up in her head from the pleasure she was getting. “I was really hoping they were facing the front of the van, too.”

Sugarcoat was impressed, both with Brightstar’s equipment – she could tell with each withdrawal he was endowed – and his pace, which was threatening to force Moonbeak into the floor of the van. “The recruit is skilled, I'll give him that.”

“Nggggh...” Brightstar moaned, all the while his thrusts were getting harder and more urgent, spreading Moonbeak's ass cheeks, his broad flat head just a few millimetres away from bottoming out against her cervix.

Lemon Zest however was quite happy where she was. “The view from here is fine!”

Lost in her world of pleasure, each hard thrust of her lover’s hard cock filling up her sopping wet tunnel, Moonbeak playfully licked the tip of Olive Branch's nose and reared up on her muscular legs supported by her leonine paws, determined to make her pony work for it. Behind her, Brightstar really was going for it, he wrapped his forelegs over her swollen belly as he finally tapped her cervix.

Sugarcoat watched, deeply envious of Moonbeak and the blissful pleasured squawks she was making in time with each stiff thrust that spread her apart. “Almost makes me want one of those.” she commented, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of her.

“A battered old van?” Olive Branch quipped, to which Lemon Zest laughed.

“Ha. No, I meant the pony, of course.” Sugarcoat answered, just at the moment when Brightstar, after several hard thrusts and a tap of Moonbeak’s cervix, climaxed. A lot.

“AAAH…BU-BUuuuuuUUUUUCK! AAaaAAAAAH!” Brightstar screamed and, as his seed splashed all over the muscular walls of his Mistress’s pussy, he pulled her onto him, further impaling her on his ejaculating cock as he filled her up. Having not had a release for a few days, he kept cumming and cumming, to the point where it leaked from her stuffed hole.

Lemon Zest at last stepped away from the van. “No Parasprites. Looks like a twinkie filling operation going on here.”

Sugarcoat gave her colleague a half-lidded look from the left side of the van. “I'm horny after watching that.”

“Me too.” Lemon Zest agreed, “Come along Olly, this may well be your lucky night after all.”

“Well done rookie, and nice work on the ropes, Moony.” Olive Branch closed the rear doors just as his officers closed the ones at the sides, now that the show was apparently over with.

Brightstar was completely oblivious to all the outside everything at that moment. He was still riding his tidal wave of a climax. “D-Damn...oh damn...oh wow...” he murmured somewhat nonsensically, still holding onto Moonbeak’s belly.

“Well done, my pet…” Moonbeak gasped, desperately trying to get her breath back after the Equestria shattering orgasm she had just experienced. “Now, time for you to do some clean up on aisle ass so I can drive us home.” Obediently, Brightstar flipped himself over on the floor of the van and, breathlessly, he began lapping at the griffon’s fat puffy pussy.

While he did that – Moonbeak found the fact that her stallion would readily lick up his own discharge so damn hot! – the pregnant griffon moved herself so that they were laid in a sixty-nine position, with her on top, naturally. “Don't want you to mess up the passenger seat, either…” she said slyly.

With her swollen paws either side of his head digging into the floor of the van, Moonbeak got to work licking her pony all around his crotch and sheath. This earned her a most rewarding “MmmMMPH!” from between her legs. She was sure that this was in no small part due to her having his not so small parts in her very sharp beak. “Hummm,” she murmured when she was done, “it is fun working around the ropes.”

“Mmmm,” Brightstar, on his back, had to agree. “It certainly is fun to wear them, my love.”

~ ~ ~

Roughly twenty or so minutes later, and Brightstar was once again in his favourite position. The position in question being under his Mistress’s paws while she was stretched out on the couch. After the drive home, Moonbeak had insisted upon removing the ropes that her pet was wearing. She judged that he’d had them on long enough for a first run out.

Now, after the kitten-sitter had been paid, and they were alone, he was once again massaging her swollen paws, not with his magic, of course. Like Moonbeak had said, the collar he wore prevented that until she said otherwise. What he especially loved, as he delicately ran the soles of his hooves over the pads of her paws, was that because the inside of her van was so well kept, he didn’t need to wash her paws first.

He remembered asking about that, not long after they had gotten together, why the outside had a few dents, scrapes and scratches on it while the inside was like it was from a showroom. The answer was that the ‘poor’ looking state of the exterior made it visually a bad target for carjackers and thieves, of which there were many in Fillydelphia. Plus, she wouldn’t put her very expensive camera equipment in it if the interior wasn’t fresh off the line.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to use the shower, Mistress?” he asked as he carefully ground her paws with his hooves, taking great pride in the pleasured little whimpers he was making her make. He was doing that. Him! He loved the way she yawned and stretched, the strong muscles underneath her grey fur rippling as the tension visibly due to his massage. Darkstar always said he should’ve been a masseuse.

“Hmmm. Not yet, my lovely pet,” she said simply, casually extending her leg and flexing her taloned toes apart. She even gave them a playful wiggle under the entranced unicorn’s nose. He had a look on his face like he was hypnotised by her paws. While she didn’t understand it per se, she knew she should be worshipped and adored, it was her right! And, if her pet chose to worship her paws, then she would allow it. “Besides, I thought you liked them sweaty?”

Brightstar sat in stunned silence as his Mistress casually threw out his biggest fetish. He watched her lean back and shove her left paw in his nose. He wasn’t even looking at her crotch, her wonderful pussy and her teats under her large belly. Her right paw was caressing the left side of his face and every time he inhaled, he breathed in the scent her sweaty paws. Without the lock on his sheath, his cock was already starting to show. “You may indulge yourself, pet. Your Mistress needs a nice paw massage after all that walking.”

‘All that walking…’ Brightstar had to fight to not laugh. ‘All that walking’ had entailed walking from the Twisted Tail to the van. That was it. Seeing as her left paw was pressed against his snout, he stuck his tongue out and lovingly licked all the way up from her heel up to her toes. He adored the leathery padding. He loved the smell, the feel of it on his tongue and the taste in his mouth. It was utter, utter heaven.

Brightstar focused on the task at hoof. His tongue found its way absolutely everywhere. He licked and sucked every last little centimetre of the sole of her paw. Moonbeak let out a throaty purr as her stallion tongue-worshipped her body. Her leonine tail wagged happily between his hind legs, tantalisingly rubbing against his hardening cock. She was doing that. Her paw was doing that. Damn if that didn’t turn her on.

Her left paw done, the royal blue unicorn gently laid it down and moved onto the right one that had been so lovingly caressing his face but a moment ago. He repeated the same process from before. “Mmm, you’re pretty good at this, pet,” she moaned, shuffling slightly on the couch. “So much better than cleaning my own paws.”

He blushed heavily at her praise. It was such a blush that it showed through even his royal blue fur. The layer of sweat on her paw that had built up between her toes had seeped onto the surface. It was a strong heavenly smell that infested his nostrils and all his senses. His cock, already at half mast, stood a little harder by the second as he slathered his tongue all over the sole of her paw.

It didn’t help that with each and every lick he performed, her claws flexed and wiggled under his ministrations. Once he had licked the whole surface twice, he decided to go a step further and grind his strong hooves into them, applying pressure around the edges and center. Moonbeak’s purring grows in pitch and volume, her chest heaving. “Sw-Sweet Stormclaw’s Talon, pet…” she panted. Her tail slowed in its wagging, trailing down his body and rubbed against his now rock hard cock.

Moonbeak paused, her eyes widening. A wicked smirk grew on her beak as she sat up on the couch. While he was exceptional with his tongue, and she was admittedly loving this far more than she thought she ever would, she couldn’t resist a tease. “You’re getting off to this aren’t you?” she asked, to which he immediately nodded his head. “Who knew my pet was so kinky?”

Before he could answer her, she rubbed the paw he had cleaned first up his snout, over his muzzle and all the way up his face so that her toes rubbed over his forehead just under his horn. Moonbeak then spent a good few minutes smearing her paw all over his face. While she was making sure he knew his place with one paw, a furry toe from the other was shoved into his lips. “Get cleaning,” she demanded, cold, confident green eyes boring into his soul.

Brightstar’s erect cock twitched happily in response. He opened his mouth and he didn’t so much as allow the clawed digit inside as it was pushed inside. The unicorn’s mouth was filled with the tangy taste of his griffon’s sweat. The sharp black claw poked at his tongue, forcing him to wrap around and avoid it.

The position, while slightly awkward, wasn’t anywhere near painful. As he licked and sucked on and around his Mistress’s toe, the cold sweat trapped in her fur was squeezed out by his inquisitive tongue. He gratefully swallowed it down, enjoying the salty flavour of hard work like a pony stranded in the desert swallows down his first draught of water. Moonbeak had started purring again, a sound he was very quickly coming to enjoy no end.

He sucked the middle toe and its claw dry, before popping it from his mouth and moving onto the next. Each subsequent toe and claw was equally drenched. He gently held her by her ankles and, with a loud squawk of pleasure from her beak, he took the two remaining toes in his mouth at once, his tongue going everywhere across all the paw’s surfaces.

His tongue began to probe everywhere else. He started with the dips between each toe, tickling his Mistress by giving light lashings before moving in for the kill and really cleaning out every pore and hair. The sensation of hair in his mouth wasn’t exactly the best in the world, but what he was getting out of it more than made up for it.

Unfortunately, after a few wondrous moments, Brightstar soon ran out of paws and toes to clean. Sensing that the gig was over, Moonbeak laid lovingly caressed her lover’s broad chest with her now cleaned paws. She was purring like the world’s happiest cat right then. She even managed to hold his face in between her paws. “Pet, that was amazing…” she whispered breathlessly. “I never knew that could feel so good!”

She glanced down from her vantage point on the couch and saw his raging erection. “What do we have here?” She asked quietly. “I think it’s only fair that your Mistress should pleasure her pet like I have been pleasured, hmm?” The question, however, was a rhetorical one. She lowered her left paw to his member and rubbed the inside part of it up and down its whole length, painfully slowly.

Brightstar couldn’t believe what he was being treated to! He was sure he had died and gone to paw worshipping heaven. He was convinced of this when Moonbeak brought her other paw into play and she wrapped them around her stallion’s throbbing member. The sharp tipped claws dug in slightly and applied just the right amount of pressure. The moment the paws seized him, his cock twitched between them, leaking a copious amount of pre down onto her paws. “Ugh, pet, you got them messy again!” She observed, not actually annoyed about the prospect of another cleaning.

Moonbeak, while she clearly didn’t know what she was doing or how to do what she was about to do, she hesitated slightly before slowly moving them up and down. The pads supplied a good amount of traction, tugging at the skin of his cock. The moment she began to move her paws, he let out a groan of pleasure and leant back as Moonbeak rubbed him slowly.

After a few moments of this, the heavily pregnant griffon grew in confidence, slowly picking up the pace as the soles of her paws became lubed up from the pre leaking from the head of her fiancé’s swollen cock. Though she was new to this, she learnt quickly, judging by the pleasured moans the unicorn was making. Moonbeak jerkily caressed his member with her paws, experimenting with different amounts of pressure and speed.

Not ten minutes later, and Moonbeak’s paws were moving at a blinding pace, alternating from a death squeeze to light pressure to going fast to moving slowly. She dearly wished she had her camera to hand so she could record the beautiful faces her lover was making.

Alas, the faster ad firmer she masturbated his stallionhood, the closer he found himself to his much-needed climax. “Mistress…Mistress please,” he whimpered, right on the edge, “please may I cum?”

“Hmm…” for a moment, she was tempted to tease him and edge him for a little while, to see him beg and beg time after time to cum only to have her deny him and stop until he calmed down, only to repeat this over and over again. She wanted to. But, given she wasn’t used to this, her thighs and calves were aching. She wanted to stop and by the looks of it he couldn’t hold it if his life depended on it.

“Mistress pleeeeease!” he begged once more, the tip of his cock flaring dangerously with each motion of her paws over it. He was so close! So very close!

“Who do you love, pet?” she asked, tightening her grip just a little.

“Y-You Mistress!”

“Who do you worship and adore?” she sped up, putting one last effort into her paw-job.

“You Mistress!”

“Show me. Cum for me, pet. Cum now!” she ordered, using her clawed hands to dig into the couch and provide leverage as she moved her paws ever faster till they were a blur of grey fur.

Brightstar was only too happy to oblige. “GAAaaaaAAAAAAH Thaaaaaank yoooou Mistreeeeess!” he called out, his cock flaring as a torrent of semen erupted from him. The first spurt landed directly on Moonbeak’s swollen belly. Seeing this, and not wanting a shot in the eye, she hastily pressed her left paw over the flared cock head. Casually, she had her other paw resting against his balls.

He shuddered through his climax as rope after rope of sticky white cum landed all over her paws. He came so much it obscured the grey fur. Idiotically he thought it reminded him of icing a cake, especially the left one that was curled protectively over his ejaculating member.

Once the semen volcano had died away, Moonbeak released her pet’s softening shaft from between her paws. Curiously, she held them up in the air, a mere inch away from his face. Smiling a very sly smile, she separated the toes to show off the thick strands of white cum that connected them and dripped between them.

“You got my paws dirty, pet.” she said with a wink. “Be a good colt and clean up your mess.”