Cherry felt nervous. The stallion — no, her best friend — was standing over her, grinning menacingly. Gale wasn’t genuinely angry; she could see that in his tantalizing toxic green eyes; eyes that she found oddly captivating as they looked down upon her bound form. She hardly noticed that he was levitating a flogger over from a table that had been set up just out of her sight, a clear cup with a silvery liquid floating alongside of it. “Well then, little mare, if you wish to do this the hard way, we shall,” he purred softly. Without a second’s thought, he lashed the flogger against her tiny winking marehood, visibly enjoying the scream he drew out. “From this moment, you’re no longer ‘Cherry’. That is a mare's name… unbefitting for an animal like you.”

“I’m not an ani—” she tried to protest, but was cut short as the cruel touch of the flogger came down upon her sensitive flesh once more.

“Silence animal. You’re going to be my little songbird. You’ll address me as Master. Failing in this will see you punished severely,” he half growled at her. He leaned in, slowly licking along the welts he had left just above her entrance, making her take in a sharp breath. The lick stung as if he was dripping salty water on her abused skin. “Hmm… you know, little songbird, the only reason I wanted you back in the guard was a pretty selfish one,” he started and then paused to look up into her eyes, sadistic glee dancing on his visage.

“A-and why is that, Snowy?” she asked in as condescending a tone as she could manage between steady breaths. However the growl of defiance she emanated only made him chuckle in amusement. His whip struck her again, putting quite a bit of his magical potential behind this one. She shuddered and screamed out once more as the painful pleasure shot through her.

“We never wanted you back for your skills… you’re a mare: you don’t have a place in the guard. No, we wanted you as a bedwarmer we could pass around,” he explained, his tone sharp as he lashed her on the marehood once more, the look of utter shock on her face only reinforcing his position of power and control. She caught a glimpse of his twitching erection before her head snapped backwards to let out another cry as he slapped her across the pussy. “Now call me ‘Master’, you filthy animal,” he demanded, his authoritative voice driving home her seemingly meek and helpless situation, even though she could end it all with a single word.

“G-go. To. Tartarus, Snowy,” she stated definitely, thinking if she could, she would have spat at him too. For a moment she thought she had gone too far as he stared at her, dumbstruck. That was quickly wiped away as his face lit up in sadistic glee.

“Tut tut… this animal is oh so wild,” he mused to himself, slowly trotting around the altar she lay on, not actually touching her but simply staring at the filly-sized mare. “You are going to learn manners, songbird. One way or another, you will be mine,” he said with an air of finality to his voice, the cup he had been levitating pressed to her muzzle. “Drink, Slave.” The command was firm, and she obeyed without question this time, following him with her eyes. She felt so small before her friend, her friend that was now her Master for the night… and perhaps for much longer now too.

Cherry closed her eyes with a faint whimper. A single thought ran through her mind: she wanted to yield to him, to give herself to this handsome stallion — fuck the five year long friendship they had. But the desire to yield was halted by a few little words ‘Would I be able to look him in the eyes afterwards…? After he sees the real me?’ The thought of losing her friendship was horrifying and honestly, a very good reason to keep up resistance in her pleasure-riddled mind. She swallowed the smooth drink, her eyes opening to meet those gentle green eyes. He’d asked for her, she was on the list of mares that wanted this, he already knew her depravity. She blushed lightly, staring into those eyes, captivated. She had never looked at him as anything but ‘one of the guys’. The life of a guard did that to you: warped your mind set to one of professionalism.

“T-thank you, Master,” she whispered softly her cheeks burning a little harder as she uttered the phrase he wanted her to speak. She considered ringing her bell for a brief second. The thought was stomped out by another, the image of her being cradled by him in bed, snuggled against his form, taking in his masculine scent … bound and in chastity with him holding all the keys. It sent a shiver down her spine, it was hard to admit but she wanted him. She needed him even. At least in that moment she needed him; but she wasn’t going to be easy… her stallion needed to be able to tame her even at her worst after all.

Gale lashed the flogger against each of her inner thighs, pulling her back to the present, her scream echoing through the room. She hardly recognised it; it was high pitched and shrill. The pain that shot through her form as a result was intense, though the ensuing pleasurable tingle it left in its wake made her groan out in pleasure. At his chuckle she looked up, meeting those stern green eyes of his. The almost primal lust in his eyes made her squeak in meek surprise. She could read his intent easily: he wasn’t going to stop until he had conquered her, until he fully and utterly made her submit to him.

“Now stay silent, little songbird. All I want to hear is your pretty little song to me,” he cooed softly into her ear. The sensation of his hot breath caressing her ear made it flick, a light blush returning to her cheeks, and he slowly and tenderly brushed his hoof along her cheek.

The brush of his hoof to her cheek was electrical to her, the simple sensation making her shudder with delight from whatever he’d fed her. A small delighted coo slipped from her muzzle. “A-aah M-Master! Pl-AAAAAH!” was as far as she got in her sweet murmur. The sensation of a weight being added to each of her nipple clamps shot through her and caught her off guard.

“I said” he started with a small groan, lashing out with a riding crop at each of her teats in rapid succession, stroking at the already sore nipples and grinning at the satisfying crack that was followed by the loud scream of her beautiful song. “I only want your beautiful song. Birds don’t speak after all, they sing for their Master,” he practically purred, reaffirming her inequinity with a lash of the whip to her sensitive clitoris, sending a further wave of pain and pleasure shooting through her tiny shuddering form, coaxing out the next couplet of her sensual song.

“That’s it, you’ll make a good pet. Once I’ve trained you and made sure you’re not a filthy wild animal anymore.” He smirked as he continued to draw out the most beautiful screams from her throat, each kiss of the whip he provided her with was carefully measured by the strength of his hoof, each meant to draw out a different sound from her that melted together into something musical. Like a perverted conductor, conducting an orchestra of sadistic pleasures with her, as promised, his living instrument. “This is a mare’s place. Bound and helpless like the animal you are. Presented before your stallion,” he cooed softly, reminding her of that with every strike of the series of quick lashes to her flank, followed by the harder lash to her teats.

Cherry lay there, writhing in a sea of pain and pleasure. Her wings twitched, sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through her. Panting heavily as she looked up at the the stallion, her best friend no longer —- he was more than that: he was the pony she trusted the most, her Master. She smiled a little as he brought down the whip once more; the crack of his whip was the essential other part of this duet. Throwing her head back she gave in, for a moment yielding herself to the sensation by letting the climax wrack her body. “AAAAAAHH MASTER!” she screamed; she couldn’t help it. It slipped out as easily as the tears from her eyes did. She could already feel the extra weight to each of her teats. She didn’t care, she had submitted to him, and she felt oh so good about it.

“There we go. You're starting to understand how to please your Master,” he cooed softly before lightly lashing the flogger along her sides, using his magic for one implement and his hooves for the riding crop. She’d known his magic had always been on the weaker side, but the stallion was such a physical male to make up for it. The tiny filly-like mare noticed that she was staring at him, drooping even as he retrieved his master’s phaser from the table. The horseshoe-shaped device was familiar enough to her that she went wide-eyed at the setting he twisted it to: ‘Sadist’s Delight’. She trembled with anticipation as the prongs sprang to life and he brought it to her coat, just above her cutie mark with sadistic glee written on his muzzle. “That’s two,” he cooed, pressing it firmly down and sending the serenely searing sensation through her body; the device hurt a pony in all the right ways for a masochist like her.

The stallion laughed jubilantly as he heard her loudest, most beautiful scream yet. Closing his eyes, he relished in the sound as she slipped into another climax. Hardly even out of her previous one, she tried desperately to latch onto anything that could pull her out and away from the abyss that was utter submission. The sensation was over too quickly for her; she wanted more already as she stared up at him. She knew he could see it in her eyes; his grin gave everything away.

The riding crop had been replaced with her favourite toy, the wand vibrator she guessed was the one he had used on her before. However this one was different to the ones she normally saw. This one has a larger head and at its base was a large gemstone, the magic inside it visibly crackling. “Do you like my special little toy, songbird?” he crowed, his massive cocky grin unsettling her. Levitating over a seemingly innocuous piece of chocolate he smiled at her, pressing it to her lips.

She could already catch the familiar scent of an all-too-familiar zebra potion mixed into the chocolate that many a less educated pony might have ignored. Its potent tangy musk was enough to send her mind reeling. She’d only had the particular drink once before and that evening was still hazy to her. Although she knew what’d happened, it was all a blur of savage, almost feral sex. Parting her lips, she hesitantly accepted it, along with the accompanying petting he gave her. That made her smile. She felt happy as she simply suckled on the piece of chocolate in her brief moment of respite.

Her moment of respite was over the instant she swallowed the chocolate. He gripped her cheek and pried open her mouth to inspect it. “Good mare,” he whispered, seeing the chocolate gone. He was soon pressing the vibrator to her marehood once more. The sensation of magic assaulting her abused pussy was torturous; the pleasure that flowed through the bulbous head of the wand was something she had never experienced before. It was like pure pleasure had been bottled up in the crystal and it was being unleashed directly into her nerves as the stallion pushed the harshly vibrating toy to her poor pussy.

The world around her melted away as she cried out and shrieked. Cherry looked at him; it was only that beautiful, gorgeous stallion and her in an ocean of darkness created by the miasma of pain and pleasure. She couldn’t help but feel proud he had snatched her up of all ponies as her body twitched and writhed in pleasure. The drool rolling down her chin wasn’t anything she cared about as she stared into those lovely green eyes.

Pulling her forth by the collar, he smiled caringly into her eyes for a long moment. The sight of her writhing in mind-numbing pleasure was clearly a sight he loved. Then that smile warped into a wicked grin as he cleanly sliced off her collar. “Won’t be needing this anymore — birds don’t wear collars,” he stated with an air of finality as his magic started ripping apart the red leather collar; her red leather collar, the mark of her submission. He so callously destroyed it before her eyes with such casual ease.

She had to be honest, the sight of him cutting up her collar magically hurt. It also drove home the point he had been making since they had started: she belonged to him now, she was his, and he could do anything he pleased… even though she had the power to end it just one word away. A word she hoped she would never have to use for the hunky stallion that tossed the tattered remains of her collar over his shoulder with a bored looking smirk. “We’ll get you a nice hoofband. Like birdies should have,” he commented with a shocking amount of disinterest.

“N-No!” she squealed panting softly, squirming against her bonds again.

But Cherry could only look on as Gale rolled his eyes at her, giving that ‘I’m disappointed’ look; a look she was used to from her days as a recruit under him. She had no idea why her stomach turned and she felt so bad about getting that expression from him once more. She cried out in shock as his hoof connected with her cheek and her head spun to the left, the pleasurable sting of a controlled back-hoof slap radiating from her cheek. “Stop lying to me. You’re my little song bird; you’re not a mare; you’re an animal,” he growled out, climbing up onto the altar. Looming over her, he glared down at her, allowing his breeding spear to slap against her belly, showing off how big it was compared to her form, how very deep inside her it would go. Blushing furiously, Cherry stared at the monster her friend-turned-Master called a cock. S-sweet Luna… t-that… thing is going to rip me apart! she screamed mentally.

The fear must have been evident on her face as she noticed Gale’s grin growing broader. In that moment all the rumours about him were confirmed. All of his jokes about its size… had not been jokes at all and now he was visibly enjoying her realisation. He savoured the moment, slowly drawing his throbbing shaft back, letting it softly rub against her chest and belly, twitching as it was tickled by her soft ruffled fur.

The heady scent of his musk was intoxicating; the burning heat radiating from his massive throbbing endowment was beyond delightful to her. She watched in rapt fascination as a pearly white droplet of pre formed on the flat head, tantalisingly close. She was vaguely aware that she was salivating from watching the primary implement of her ongoing enslavement, his chosen weapon to finally break her. Desperately she attempted to reach over, to lick the head and taste him… before he pulled it away from her, leaving it a hopeless pursuit, one that made the stallion chuckle darkly at her. “No, that is only for good little songbirds,” he said in that cold as steel voice of his, letting the head of his cock rest on her winking, drooling pussy. The heat radiating from his cock, combined with the burning need inside of her wanton core made her whimper pathetically as she battled with her desires.

“Do you want it, little bird?” he crowed at her, a wicked grin on his muzzle as he gently ground the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of thrusting her onto his weapon. A light moan escaped his muzzle as he slowly applied the pressure, never enough to push inside of her tight foalhole but hard enough to fuel her desire and need. “I only need to hear one little thing, my little bird. Tell me what you are now.”

She shivered under his ministrations, her desire for his cock, for him, building. Cherry wanted him, it felt dirty, it felt wrong, but she wanted the stallion that had been her friend for years. She wanted his crushing weight pushing down on her; she wanted his cock ripping into her gushing hot slit. Just the thought made her pant with desire. She didn’t think about it her body answered for her in an instant. “Your songbird, Master!” her own voice announced, need and lust filling its desperate tone. The aphrodisiacs she had been fed not one, but two doses of were working to their full effect, clouding her mind with unrestrained, unapologetic lust. “Please fuck me! Master!” she screamed out having stopped caring. She could almost feel her resistance faltering as everything in her mind was pushed aside by a single rampant, feral desire for her Master’s cock.

“Atta birdie,” he cooed, levitating over another piece of chocolate. Cherry could smell the potion that he had mixed into it. She could taste it as she suckled on it with a low contented moan. Even while knowing it was laced with the same aphrodisiac that was driving her insane, she enjoyed her reward immensely. She closed her eyes in a moment of bliss, purring lightly as the rich flavour filled her.

Gale watched attentively as she slowly ate the piece of chocolate. Even as she opened her eyes to meet his, he kept watching her. She smiled at him and swallowed her reward after having thoroughly savoured its taste. His smile remained in place... as his hips sharply thrust forwards. A mixture of pleasure and discomfort shot through her as her tiny marehood was speared open onto his massive, throbbing erection. He didn’t pause, pushing forwards until he bottomed out inside of her in a single steady thrust. Cherry felt her insides stretched obscenely around his hot, throbbing monster. She watched his face light up with a small smile. She could feel her insides flexing around him, trying to milk him for his seed, despite being near their absolute limit.

Cherry groaned in exasperation. The sensation of being filled up so utterly was both painful and comfortable at the same time, not to mention stimulating beyond all belief. She could feel every vein and every ridge of his cock. As he slowly pulled out of her winking snatch, a sensation of emptiness grew within her — an emptiness that she desperately didn’t want, leaving her looking up at him pleadingly. She cried out not a second later as he started thrusting back and forth, in and out of her with wild abandon, his throbbing length pistoning inside her, stirring up her insides with every brutal thrust within her clenching love tunnel.

He was downright savage with her. His thrusts were brutal, firm, and hard against her body. He was showing her what she truly was now: his eager little fuck toy. Each thrust rocked her body with an unexplainable mixture of pleasure and discomfort at the massive insertion. Each harsh slap of his balls against her flank driving home that she was his, lying there bound on the altar dumbly taking his cock, unable to nor even wanting to stop him. He was defiling their friendship, twisting and reshaping it like he was moulding her foalhole to be his personal fucktoy. Everything became a blur for the tiny mare. All there was was her cries and shrieks of pleasure, that near divine sense of overwhelming pleasure. Her lust addled mind was left throwing out the only thing left it knew: pleas for more, for him to be harder, for him to make her his bitch.

The stallion growled in feral lust, his muzzle parting to wrapping around her neck and bite down harshly. She could feel his teeth on the sensitive flesh; she could feel the pain running through her as he marked her in that animalistic way, his throbbing cock ploughing her tiny marehood simultaneously, as if he were testing the limits of her tiny body.

“Yes! Master! Yes!” she cried out, even as his flogger lashed across her flank, striking her over the cutie mark with a brutality that sent a rush of fresh pain through her — a rush of pain that was as warm and welcome as the pleasure of being fucked by that massive pulsating shaft. Cherry knew she was drooling all over herself with both saliva and cum. Her body had already fully surrendered to him, her mind definitely not far behind it. She knew she was going to snap, she could already feel that floaty sensation she knew all too well: her subspace… her total submission to a master.

Cherry looked up to her friend- no her Master. Her eyes gazed over the entire room around them and yet she only saw him, his wicked smile as he pulled out of her, showering her in his thick, burning hot seed, painting her tiny lilac body white. Some of it splattered on her tongue, giving her the pleasure of that sweet taste of stallion seed, that heady musky scent, the salty, bitter taste of her depraved baptism. She was vaguely aware of him climbing over her, his burning hot half-erect shaft resting on her face, leaking the last bits of his load into her mane. Her muzzle was smothered by his sizable balls, forced to take in his masculine scent, forced to breath it in, forced to get intimately familiar with him in yet another dirty little way. And of course, she loved it, not even realising her tongue was lashing at his salty, cum orbs until his moans hit her ears.

His magic on the back of her head kept her there, worshipping his glorious orbs, lapping at them as if they were the most delicious hard candy in existence, shamelessly salivating from their taste. Her eyes closed in focus as her muzzle and tongue worked them lovingly. This felt right to her. This was a mare’s place, below her stallion, worshipping him. She shrieked out, feeling the familiar vibrations of the wand vibrator once again against her marehood, its cruel electrical discharge combined with its smooth, cold bulbous head vibrating against every pleasurable spot filled her with a sense of pride. He was rewarding her for her service. She was a good mare, this was what good mares— no… this was what good pets did!

Something simply snapped in Cherry’s mind as her climax washed over her. She shrieked out in pleasure as she opened her tiny mouth as much as she could, taking in one of his lush orbs, her tongue wandering its surface with loving affection, her lips locked around the ball as she affectionately suckled on it, filling herself with his powerful, almost aphrodisiac like musky scent and his divine salty taste. Her eyes fluttered open, looking past the half-erect cock resting on her face, matting down her fur with her own juices and his. He was grinning — no, he was smiling at her, ever so proudly too!

Her back arched as another climax hit her hard. It hurt, this one, but it hurt so good. Her sight became blurry and she realised she was crying, not even knowing why. Even as her climax was drawn out, no moment of respite was given before the next one hit her over-stimulated pussy. They all melded together in a blissful state of constant climax while she drowned in his taste and scent. She knew what he was doing, but even knowing didn’t help or rather save her from her subconscious associating of his scent with orgasmic pleasure. She felt the tears rolling over her cheeks. She cried out louder and louder as she rocked her hips against the delightfully cruel implement of her submission. The magical shocks it sent through her most sensitive of areas; it all melded together for her; she couldn’t think; she didn’t need to; she needed to obey; she needed to be… his songbird.

She went limp in her bonds, her mind and body simply having given up. His testicle slowly left her muzzle with an audible pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips with it. She was still riding out her climax, even as he pulled away the toy of his her body had become, buzzing with pleasure and the pain of overstimulation. Even moving her half-lidded eyes to meet his was a chore that took a lot out of the filly-like mare. She had no idea how many times he had made her cum; she didn’t even care. All she did was watch his beautiful smiling face and those flared out wings. Her Master was beautiful, like a resplendent angelic being, one that had so skilfully remade her.

She felt his hooves around her neck, brushing her mane out of the way so he might wrap something around her slender neck. Cherry immediately recognised the the snugness of a collar in spite of her sex-addled mind. She cried. She wept openly and without a care as a feeling of immense joy and pride welled up inside her chest. The loud snap of a padlock sealed her fate. He had made her his pet, his Songbird. Holding up a small hoof-held mirror, Gale showed her the collar. It was a deep black collar of faux leather, additionally composed of an orange and purple band with ruby gem studs; the lock was shaped like his cutie mark: two crossed spears over a shield with an artistic depiction of the sun.

Winter dismounted her and with a smile, he cupped her cheek, bringing her into a chaste little kiss, silencing the words she was going to utter. “Shh… it's time for the last part, my brand new little pet,” he cooed in a soft reassuring tone. Cherry tried to speak but blushed as she only managed a foal-like, or perhaps bird-like, babble.

He once more levitated over his Master’s Phaser, presenting the dial for her to turn. Cherry stared dumbly at it for a moment before realising what he was asking of her. She leaned in weakly and twisted her head all the way to the other side, snapping the object of her previous torment to the setting marked as ‘Snuggled Senseless’. His deep chuckle made her blush lightly but also brought out a warmth it previously lacked. “I guess I’ve put you through enough haven’t I?” he asked, though clearly desired no reply as he started to cycle through the Phaser’s modes with a different dial. She smiled and watched the small previews of all the options, idle minded, until it settled on his cutie mark the two crossed spears over a shield with an artistic depiction of the sun, surrounded by a thick study chain, closed by a heart shaped padlock. The very same mark she had seen on other broken mares, marking them as such… and marking who broke them. Her mind could not restrain the soft squeal of glee that worked it’s way forth.

Feeling the device sparkle to life and being pressed over her heart, she was filled with a loving warmth: she felt like he was holding her, cradling her in those fluffy wings, and snuggling her as if her life depended on it. She smiled a smile full of happy contentment. “Fwank wu Mawster,” she babbled weakly, feeling him undoing her bonds and pressing her to his chest as they shared their warmth and the sounds of their mutually calming heart beats.

Cherry couldn’t help but smile as Gale lowered her onto his back, the light nuzzling and kissing he gave her while doing so filled her with a profound sense of comfort and joy. It slowly eased her back to reality, cushioning the steady crash from her endorphin high. She still felt floaty on his back, body hurting all over but the comforting heat from Gale, and the plush enchanted warm towel he had wrapped her in, was simply divine, making her feel all gooey inside. She couldn’t help herself as she nuzzled through his mane. “F-fawnk wu…” she mumbled softly.

Laying comfortably on his back, Cherry couldn’t help but smile a little. Curled up between his, she assumed illusionary, wings was quite nice, her head resting on his mane with a small smile. They didn’t speak as he took her to a door at the end of the hall. They let it stay silent, the quiet being a comfortable companionable silence. She smiled, listening to his slow, calm breathing and steadily slowing heartbeat. Much to her surprise passing through the door yielded the same sensation of vertigo as stepping through a portal.

The first thing she noticed was the lack of the wings. Cherry assumed it was something to do with the room itself. The second thing when looking around, was that they were in a lavishly decorated and furnished room. It seemed to be on par with the rooms of Canterlot Castle reserved for visiting foreign dignitaries. The walls were a lovely white marble with faint blue veins running though the surface. The white well, accented by golden highlights that wrapped around the base of the columns that lined the wall. The maroon red drapes with his cutie mark on them gave the room the feeling of dwelling in the home of royalty.

The far wall was a massive polished oak wooden bookshelf, filled to the brim with literature, much of which she guessed was of the naughtier persuasion. To the right was a small open kitchen with a cooking island. The tiny filly blinked for a moment as she took it all in, along with the centre of the room. The centre was one massive bed, filled with a considerable variety of different pillows. It was clearly designed to hold an entire harem of ponies, quite the tantalising thought. In its centre rested a magical brazier on a small raised dais, a clear glass bubble over it, where a magical fire burned within. For a moment, the tiny mare pondered if it could be called burning, since it clearly wasn’t a real fire… it radiated heat yes, but it was also cold to the touch.

“Do you like it, my little songbird?” Gale asked and she had to follow his eyes to understand what he meant. In front of the wall opposite the kitchen stood a large gilded bird cage. It was massive for bird standards, like a palace compared to a cottage. It almost reached from the ceiling to the floor, giving just enough room for a pegasus to take flight. In its centre lay a large plush-looking pillow. The bottom righthand corner was occupied by a large wooden box with a closable door, which she assumed was for roosting. Near the pillow stood a bird bath, one that was definitely too big for birds but perfect for… she blushed furiously as it finally dawned on her. It wasn’t a bird cage at all... but a pegasus cage! Suddenly the hamster wheel on the opposite end of the cage made sense to her: it was for exercise, and the swing at the top was for entertainment.

“Don’t worry, I won’t put you in your cage yet,” he cooed softly and instead walked towards the kitchen, starting to levitate out a small pan, filling it up with milk and putting it on the magical stove top, letting it heat up. “Are you comfortable? Feeling alright?” he asked, sounding a touch worried, even going as far as to nuzzle her cheek adoringly.

“I… am fine Master,” Cherry spoke softly with a growing smile, slowly settling back into reality once more.

“Good. We do need a little talk though, Cherry,” he said in a more soft spoken voice, a gentle and loving voice even. It was alien to hear him being this serious and adoring at the same time. “But first, you need something to warm you up inside.”

She rolled her eyes a little. Cherry wasn’t thirsty but she knew it would do her good. Waiting patiently she snuggled into his withers. He’d pushed her so far and she was still sore, but her aches were soothed by the thick blanket, his warm presence… his soothing scent.

She closed her eyes for a moment, peacefully wallowing in the warmth and presence of her new Master. She couldn’t think of anypony that made her feel this safe and pampered. Sure they had comforted her and made her feel good after a rough session… but not this. She never felt warm and loved just from being near the friends and strangers alike that took her. She didn’t know how much time passed; she didn’t care for such trivialities, even as she felt him moving once more, carrying her to the large bed.

Cherry purred softly, curling up on the pillow he placed her on, feeling him press up against her back. Without hesitation she snuggled back against his warmth, feeling the large stallion’s hoof wrapping around her small body. “Here, drink this,” he instructed, presenting her with a large mug of what she assumed to be hot cocoa — it was hard to tell with the veritable mountain of fresh whipped cream and tiny marshmallows adorning it. She giggled for a moment. It hadn’t been long after the session and he was already spoiling her. Moving to grab the cup, she was surprised to find him holding hers firmly, bringing the cup to her muzzle and slowly feeding it to her, though careful to let Cherry enjoy the beverage on her own terms. “Atta girl,” he cooed softly, nuzzling through her mane with a tender smile.

The beverage had a strange aftertaste: it tasted faintly of blueberries. Looking at him for a moment, Gale simply offered her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I added something to neutralise the aphrodisiac and help mend the welts, that was all, my little songbird,” Gale said in a soft reassuring tone. His magic kept feeding her but he slowly started kissing her form, placing a loving kiss in every place he had whipped her, without fail. Of course, this meant he inevitably wound up kissing her most intimate regions, letting Cherry finish her drink in particularly pleasant peace.

“Did you… enjoy it?” he asked, concern creeping at the edge of his voice.

After five minutes of sweet companionable silence, only broken by Cherry’s coos and Gale’s kisses, the tiny mare spoke up. “Gale…” she started, watching him flinch a little before settling down beside her once more, blanketing her with a wing. “What you did down there, was probably the most” —- she trailed off, looking him in the eyes with a small smile —- “wonderful thing anypony has ever done for me.”

The stallion to her right looked relieved to hear that, pulling her in tight and smiling down at Cherry. “Oh sweet Luna, thank you… I needed to hear that,” he exclaimed looking as if a great weight was lifted from his shoulders. “I was so worried I’d gone too far, pushed you too much… that I had taken us somewhere you were uncomfortable with.”

Cherry pondered for a moment, looking at him and sighing. “I have to admit… when I saw it was you, I had doubts. I almost put a stop to it then and there but…” she trailed off with a small smile twitching at the corners of her muzzle.

“B-but what?” he asked, nervously needing his hooves together.

“But I realised that” — she looked away, bit her bottom lip and grinned — “I really like you, and I probably have for a long time.” She smiled sheepishly at him, and before the stallion could even reply, her lips where on his in a sweet chaste kiss. However a second deeper one was quick to follow, allowing her tongue to explore his lips, caressing his teeth and eventually, as he reciprocated her exploration, to lovingly dance with his own much larger tongue.

The kiss lasted an eternity to the two and even parting ways then was too soon. Gale smiled at her. “Does that mean...?” he asked daring not speak the full question and causing Cherry to roll her eyes a little.

“Yes, it means we’re a thing,” she reassured, giving him a good natured punch to the shoulder. “I’m your marefriend,” she said softly, nuzzling into his chest with a light coo.