Princess Celestia had lowered the sun and Luna had raised the moon by the time Ratchet and her older brother Wheeljack arrive at the Trixie's Place night club that was situated in downtown Manehatten. Both siblings were almost giddy with excitement – though Wheeljack wouldn’t ever admit it – as they made their way up with a small party of three mares and two stallions to the second floor reception.

Tonight was going to be a rather good night. “We're lucky,” Ratchet nudged her brother’s ribs, and pointed out the bright gaudy flyer on the wall that was advertising the party on the same sex floor. That was why they were here. “I didn't know it was a traffic light party tonight.” She glanced down at her green lanyard with the black ‘Dom’ stamp on it that she and her brother had received at the main door. That was why she knew that night was going to be a good night. “You going green too, huh?”

Wheeljack sighed, the dark red unicorn rolling his eyes as he did so. “As if you didn't know, Ratchet.” He hadn’t spent an hour trimming his white beard and mane for nothing.

“Ooooh,” Ratchet giggled, the maple coloured unicorn mare subconsciously straightening her burnt umber mane, though no straightening was necessary, “I'm so looking forward to tonight. I need a break, Jackie.”

Nodding his head, Wheeljack understood where his sister was coming from. From dealing with Sparkplug, the school, Air Raid, Air Raid’s flagging career, as well as everything else and now the move to the east coast, he was ready for a break too. “I hope this works out better than the one in Canterlot. I just want somepony cute. May as well split up, so nopony thinks I'm dating a mare.”

“And Cadance help me if anypony sees me with a stallion!” Ratchet gave her brother an affectionate dig in the ribs with her elbow before they shared a hoof bump. “Good luck, Jackie.”

Naturally, Wheeljack was drawn to the stallion review dancing on the main stage to one side of the dance floor. He made his way around the ponies and found an empty table. A waitress quickly and efficiently took his order of Stable Hopper, Trixie’s Place’s own brand beer and he focused on the mixed tribe of ponies on stage. Then, thoroughly enjoying himself, he looked around to see what prospects were in the area.

The dark red unicorn stallion saw a straw coloured unicorn sat alone at another table. He was cute and, most importantly, he was wearing the correct coloured green lanyard. For courage, he finished his drink and moved over to the table and sat opposite him. “Good evening, can I interest you in a drink?”

Disinterestedly, the unicorn looked at Wheeljack's lanyard and then he looked at the older unicorn stallion. “I’m sorry, but I don't want you wasting your money on me.”

“My money,” Wheeljack countered, “and you're looking for a dom, and I'm looking for a sub for the night.”

The unicorn rolled his eyes and all but yawned. “I'm sorry, but the dom I'm looking for wouldn't be you.”

Wheeljack frowned at that, his old insecurities flaring up faster than Air Raid’s Audi left the starting line. “Too old for you?”

“No, I just need earth pony strength.”

That didn’t make a lick of sense to Wheeljack, and he said as much. “I lift engines, I'm plenty strong enough.”

“Unicorn magic strength, I know I'm one.” And, when the younger stallion actually yawned at him, a dejected Wheeljack blinked, quickly swallowed his retort and returned to his table.

About an hour later, after enjoying Hot Lips – the name of the mixed tribe stallion revue on the stage - in particular the dark blue pegasus, Wheeljack spotted another likely stallion sat at a nearby table with a green lanyard but no D/S stamp upon it. The dark red pony smoothed his white mane and beard as he walked over. “Hey there,” he greeted the sky blue earth pony, “your bottle's empty. Can I get you another?”

The earth pony stallion casually looked Wheeljack and snorted derisively as he giggled, “Oh honey, you're asking me out? Nonono, no I don't think so.”

Immediately, the mechanic bristled at that. This night was not going the way he had anticipated. “And may I ask why not?”

The sky blue earth pony stallion snickered unkindly, “Darling, look at you, now look at me. You have the whole old gravitas thing going for you, but you aren't for me.” When it was clear that he was about to say something, the stallion interrupted rudely, “I'm sorry, but you're just too old. I'm not an archaeologist. I want a different kind of bone.”

“I get the message, I’m sorry to have bothered you.” Curtly, Wheeljack marched back to his table, his mood very sour indeed, especially when he saw Ratchet hitting it off with a mare over the other side of the dance floor. The unicorn was not having a good night at all. “There goes the eye candy,” he snorted when the dance troupe departed the stage for a break. “Ratchy seems to found somepony. Bah, this beer and I'm gone…”

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” a rather sweet sounding Manehatten accent made Wheeljack look up from the empty beer bottle he had been nursing for the past fifteen minutes and he saw the eye candy stood there, on his hind legs, a broad smile on his made up face and two bottles of Stable Hopper held in his hooves.

“I'm not sitting in it, am I?”

The dark blue pegasus stallion was unperturbed by the unicorn’s grumpy mood. “Good, then I am!” he declared boldly and, after setting the two beers down on the table, hopped on the seating pad. Wheeljack though continued to frown, too annoyed with his failures thus far to offer a greeting. “I'm Velvet Sky,” the pegasus offered his hoof for a bump. “And I'm your date for this evening.”

Though Wheeljack looked at the offered hoof, he didn’t move a muscle to return the bump. “Did Ratchet put you up to this?”

“Oh goodness no!” Velvet used his wing to sip his beer, hoof still out. He managed to sip it without getting his pink lip gloss wet. “I haven't spoken to your sister. No, sweetie I'm your date because I saw you checking me out, I was checking you out - you're way cuter in person, by the way - I saw you strike out with those Donkeys and I have a huge crush on you.”

Now, the level of familiarity that this ‘Velvet Sky’ displayed was just enough to cut through Wheeljack’s grumpy mood. That it tickled his ego to hear he was somepony’s crush. “Should I know you?”

“No, I'm nopony special,” Velvet replied, “I'm just a fan of Air Raid, her racing, and by extension, her crew. You, in particular.”

Wheeljack made up his mind then. “Are you going to drink both of those beers?”

“No, this one is yours.” Velvet then slid the other, unopened beer, across the table. “I was hoping I'd get a chance to meet you.”

At last, Wheeljack extended his hoof and bumped Velvet’s. He was immediately struck with how soft it was. It was obvious this dancer took care of himself. “I was ready to give up on this place. Air Raid fan, well that is one way to meet a stallion.”

“True, I've been a fan of hers for a long time, as well as yours. I know she's only as good as her support team.”

Sipping his Stable Hopper, Wheeljack was quite impressed by the intelligence shown by the dancer. He had always assumed them somewhat dim. “Tartarus right, that.”

Sensing he had an ‘in’ with his crush, Velvet Sky continued, “I've been over to see her race in Canterlot a few times. I have to say she was uninspired the last few years. Good to see she's got her mojo back in Manehatten,” he paused and sipped his own beer, “I was at the stadium Sunday. very well done, sexy pony.”

Though he was flattered, Wheeljack gave a grim laugh. “Thought I was going to have a heart attack when that beast, Double Zero, blew up in front of her.”

Velvet nodded, he well recalled the sight of the cars crashing and piling up, only for Air Raid to weave through the chaos. “You, me and the Princess then. When I saw that happened I wanted to fly down and make sure she was alright…” he trailed off, blushing very hard indeed.

“It was bad enough the Princess took to the air, I'm glad she did nothing or Raid would have been disqualified.”

“True,” Velvet agreed, “Made me wish I could have taken to the air too, but, well, I can't. Something Air Raid and I have in common.”

Guessing what the pegasus meant by that, Wheeljack narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t sure if the younger stallion was serious or if he was playing him for a fool. He wasn’t sure, because he knew it was a rare disability. “You claiming to have Scootaloo’s Syndrome?”

“Not claiming to have it, beautiful, I do have it.”

For the first time since he had parted company with his sister, Wheeljack smiled. He reasoned that this – admittedly very cute stallion, what with his pink make-up done just so – had no real reason to lie to him. “I'll just have to take your word for it. When do you get off work?”

“Oh my goodness! You can smile!” Velvet giggled at the look he was given for his cheek, not that it bothered him any. “It suits you, you know. I get off work at eleven thirty, then you can get me off, or I can get you off, whoever comes first.” He then blew the older pony a kiss. “Take me at my word. I have no reason to lie about it.”

Wheeljack tapped his green lanyard, making sure that Velvet could see the black ‘dom’ stamp. “You sure I'm what you're looking for in a pony?”

“Oh yes,” Velvet leant over the table and tapped the lanyard with his hoof. “You are everything I'm looking for. I've been after a handsome dominant for a while now,” he made a show of fluttering his eyelashes like the fanciest of mares, “I do so need taming, you see.”

Wheeljack's smile simply widened. All of a sudden, he was quite pleased the other two attempts had ended in failure if that meant he got Velvet’s cute ass for the night. “Yes, you do, don’t you?”

“And, please don't think me awful, but I was praying to Cadance you wouldn't go with those others before I had my chance.”

“Their loss is my gain.”

“I quite agree. All praise the Bubblegum Mom!” Velvet Sky declared with one hoof over his heart and the other raised to the ceiling in salute.

It took all Wheeljack had to not burst out laughing. This stallion was a hoot to be around, he could tell. Supressing his chuckles, he pointed at the bottle Velvet had been drinking from. “Clean the top of that off good with your tongue and I'll finish it for you. Wouldn't want you to stagger off the stage, would we?”

Without breaking eye contact, the skilled dancer licked the top clean in a most suggestive manner, like he was licking something else clean. He loved the unicorn’s wide smile, pleased that his innuendo wasn’t wasted. “Why thank you, kind sir.” When it was clean, Wheeljack took the bottle and slowly emptied the beer as he made smooching noises, as, with a flourish of his pink mini skirt and a flash of his panties, Velvet stole a kiss and he was gone back on the stage.

Savouring the kiss, Wheeljack watched his potential conquest for the night return to the stage. He didn’t see any need to leave the table he was sat at, not now he had something cute lined up for later. Once he had drank the two beers he had been left with, he ordered a fourth Stable Hopper while, on the stage, Velvet Sky danced in a way that made him think of Countess Coloratura's dancers, or Songbird Serenade’s dancers, though the pegasus did throw in a cheeky wink and fluff of his feathers in Wheeljack's direction from time to time.

As the night wore on, the DJ taking care of the music got, thanks in no small part no doubt to the consumption of much alcohol, exceedingly silly in his choice of music. Ultimately, he ended the night’s set with three choices that everypony at the traffic light party acknowledged as the end of the night. Those choices being the Purple Pony Eater, Agadoo and the Time Warp, respectively.

Outrageously cheesy though the final dance numbers were, Velvet Sky was a professional and he danced enthusiastically to each and every one. Wheeljack, familiar with the first two, joined with the hoof movements. That is, until it came to the Time Warp. The grumpy old stallion sat resolutely still. When it was all over and the night was at an end, he trotted over to the waiting unicorn. “You dance rather well, sexy,” he beamed, “For a sitting pony. I enjoyed your Agadoo, not so much your version of the Time Warp. Sitting looking grumpy is not a dance move, you know.”

Wheeljack just chose to roll his eyes at that, as the crowd of ponies around them began to disperse the now quiet dance floor. “You must have missed my left hoof tapping to a better song in my head. Physical by Olivia Newmare, specifically.”

Velvet Sky giggled playfully and, on the very tips of his hooves, kissed Wheeljacks’s lips. “Does this mean I'll get a spanking if I play any Black Lace or Damian near you?”

The older pony simply affixed his better smile on his muzzle. “I do want to hear your body talk, Velvet.”

“Now, there's the smile I like so much!” Velvet grinned and, when he hummed and danced by the table to Black Lace's Birdie Song, just to see what Wheeljack’s reaction would be as his pink mini skirt lifted up.

As it happened, Wheeljack knew the ‘song’, if one could call it a song, as it was one of Sparkplug’s favourite. He hated the noise with a passion. In order to make it stop, the unicorn wrapped the contorting pony up in a hug and whispered in his ear, “My song says it better when it says 'There's nothing left to talk about…”

Velvet Sky, who was a very fun loving stallion in his late thirty something, was a pony who looked to the lighter side of life as a rule. As such, it did not bother him in the slightest when Wheeljack hugged him and let his hooves wander under his pink skirt. “Hey, you wanna go back to my place, beautiful? Then we can discuss it in any position you like…”

That suggestion was music to Wheeljack’s ears. “Yes,” he said softly, still holding Velvet in his tight hug, “it would be nice to spend an evening away from my siblings for once.” As much as he loved them, the possibility of being elsewhere for one night was too good to miss.

“Then let us away!” Velvet cried, striking as he did so a most heroic pose which rather did somewhat lose its desired effect thanks to the pink socks, mini skirt and his pink corset and panties he was wearing. “And pursue that flighty temptress, adventure!” Three Trixie's Place staff ponies just shook their heads and as one they made a 'its Velvet' gesture to each other.

“And where are we awaying to?”

“I have a top floor apartment in a building overlooking North Park. It's not all that far,” he paused and giggled, “your old bones won't get tired, I promise…”

Quick as a flash, Wheeljack silenced him with a hoof thrust into Velvet’s mouth. He knew deep down it was just a tease, but it was too soon after that obnoxious, rude pony for his liking. “There is naughty, Velvet, and there is obnoxious.”

“I’m sorry,” he offered the dominant stallion an apologetic smile as the bar ponies and waiting staff snickered and shook their heads. “Sometimes I maybe go a little far…”

“Test the waters,” Wheeljack mused with a nod of his head. “I may spank you or I may move on,” he placed a kiss on Velvet’s soft lips. “You are so due for a spanking right now.” As much as he wanted to do it where they stood, he knew striking a pony outside of the designated kink rooms would get the security on him quicker than horseapples off a shovel.

Realising he was for the moment safe, Velvet did a little squee and returned the kiss. “Come on then, before I put my hoof in it again.” Since he took the subway there with his sister, who was nowhere to be seen, Wheeljack was happy, once they were outside, to let Velvet take whatever transportation he preferred. uses to his place. “You said you wanted a break from your siblings,” Velvet said as he hailed a taxi cab for them, “How accurate were the papers when they said you were the dad figure?”

As they sat in the back of the taxi, Wheeljack mulled over the younger pony’s question. He pulled Velvet’s head to his shoulder on the grounds that the contact helped him think. “I'm the oldest, and somepony had to take the role. Like Ratchet is the mom. Sparky is our daughter, and Hoist is that uncle you don't talk about,” he concluded with a snicker.

“They were accurate for once then,” Velvet giggled at that as he nestled into Wheeljack's shoulder. He had a scent he just adored. “I’m sorry if that was untoward. it's just, following you all for so long it’s like I know you already…” the rest of the short cab ride was spent in silence, the stallion’s sliding their tongues in each other’s mouths.

After the twenty minute cab ride, Velvet Sky insisted on paying the fare, which Wheeljack graciously allowed. The unicorn surveyed the large seven storey apartment building he was being led to. It was very…lush, would’ve been the word Air Raid would have used. The top floor apartment, when they got there, was all white, chrome and ultra modern in its décor. He noted that everything was put away in its place, every surface was polished and clean. There were large Brush Stroke landscape prints on the walls, along with what he assumed was a family portrait of mum, dad, sister and Velvet himself. “Would you like a drink to get comfortable?”

“Whatever beer you have in the fridge will be fine,” Wheeljack replied, the dark red unicorn’s attention taken by looking at and admiring the many paintings and pictures that broke up the white walls.

Obediently, Velvet Sky went to the fridge in his clean kitchen and he soon trotted back with two Stable Hoppers held under his wings. The dark blue pegasus saw where his date for the night was looking, the portrait of hid family, and he froze for a split second. “My family.”

Wheeljack guessed that, he wasn’t stupid. He did however note the tone with which Velvet spoke. It was a tone he knew well. It was a longing, desperate, sad tone. A tone that spoke volumes. “Are all of them still with you?” he asked gently.

“No.” was all Velvet said as he deposited the two beers on the nearby coffee table, walking over to stand by the older pony’s side. “They died two years ago.”

Wheeljack nodded thoughtfully, his guess confirmed. “My mom has been gone a bit longer than that. Dad's been gone for a while. You know I still have my brother and sisters. Was it an accident?” He was careful to be gentle in his questioning, for the pained look on Velvet’s face was very real.

“They were on an airship cruise. Manehatten to Las Pegasus. It exploded and crashed. No survivors. How about yours?”

“Dad had a heart attack. Ratchy won't let me miss a physical. Been fifteen years. Mom missed him, and she went peacefully in her sleep three years ago.”

“And Ratchet's quite right, too.” Velvet Sky sat on his faux leather couch and sighed a very deep sigh indeed. Strangely though, it wasn’t hard, opening up to Wheeljack. “I'd only just gotten back on speaking terms with mom too, about a month before the crash.”

Casting a quick glance at the portrait, he saw that ‘mom’ must be the older looking plum coloured earth pony mare stood proudly and with noble bearing by a blue earth pony stallion wearing red glasses. “Sparky doesn't remember Dad, but all of us were close to mom. It did make the choice to leave Canterlot for Manehatten easier as there was nothing to leave behind.”

“I get that. You go where the racing is I guess? If Air Raid is here, then so are you?” Taking up his chosen beer bottle, Wheeljack nodded and Velvet continued. He hadn’t expected a deep conversation with the very pretty piece of eye candy, but then again, neither had Velvet either. “Mom was old school Canterlot pony. Being gay was against Celestia and just not natural. Dad was Manehatten and a lot more easy going.”

That was something Wheeljack could understand. Even now, attitudes towards lesbian and gay ponies in Canterlot were not the best. “Things got crazy for a bit. Raid stopped racing, but we stuck with her. Then Princess Luna got involved and well, things got even crazier.”

“So I read in the paper. Trust me, sweetie, you were news for daaaays.” Velvet smiled and swallowed half of his beer in one gulp. “Everything was raked over. I hated the way the press went after Sparkplug, by the way.”

Selecting what was obviously a Brush Stroke print, Wheeljack pointed at the landscape painting. “I'm well aware of Canterlot attitudes, but I don't think it is Princess Celestia's attitude. I know this pony. Goes by the name of Oils, and he is dating Prince Dusk. They adopted a foal. I don't give two bits about the press and what they say. Sparky don't give interviews, so they make it up as they go along.”

“Jackals, the lot of them.” Velvet snorted derisively, “And I heard in the news the Prince had adopted. Good for him.” Letting out another sigh, Velvet Sky swigged another half of the beer he had left. He hadn’t expected this to be deeper than a quick rut. As such… “Now, I have to be completely up front with you, Wheeljack, because it's only right. After the accident, I rather went off the rails. I used drugs, opium, I was an addict, but I've been clean just over a year now. My support worker got me the job at Trixie's Place.”

Not for the first time, Wheeljack narrowed his eyes, the unicorn alert for any angle or sign he was being played. He saw none. “Anypony from your past that might look to blackmail Raid through you?”

Vigorously, Velvet shook his head, the long ponytail he wore flapping about his shoulders. “Part of the deal with Trixie. You get a clean slate. A second chance.”

“Drugs will end any ties I would have with you.” Wheeljack stated firmly and clearly, making sure that the younger stallion got the message. Still, he appreciated the fact he was being honest with him. “Your past is past and not something for me to drag up.”

“I swear to you I'm clean. I haven't used in a year. Trixie gives second chances but not thirds. You fail a random test and you're out,” he nursed his beer between his hooves, not looking up. “I thought you deserved to hear it from me, before anything happened between us.”

Wheeljack appreciated that. “I don't give gossip any mind either. Still, it’s good to know in case some slime brings it up in a way to get something out of Raid.” The dark red stallion then pulled Velvet closer in a hug. “The past is past, Velvet.” He said, kissing him hard and deep. Then he tapped their beer bottles together. “To the future.”

After the long hard kiss, when they had both shared a drink, Velvet Sky found that his sheath is straining against his pink panties and he was sporting a beautiful blush. “Oh my oh my...” try as he might though, there was no hiding the large bulge, “to the future indeed.” Wheeljack then finished his beer, and he saw that Velvet hadn’t finished his, so he decided to take it and help him out. Still a little taken aback by the forceful kiss, the pegasus didn’t object. “Hehe...I’m not really much of a drinker.”

“That just means you’re a better performer,” the unicorn gave the younger stallion a salacious wink. “Time for you to give me a tour of your bedroom, I think.”

“Right this way sweetie!” Velvet was pleased to give Wheeljack a tour, it gave him something to do. Getting up from his couch, he stretched his legs and, after adjusting his gait to accommodate his straining sheath, led the way to the largest bedroom. “I can show you the rest of the place in the morning.”

Taking Velvet’s left forehoof in his own, Wheeljack walked with his date. “After breakfast in bed.”

Completely smitten and enamoured, because he was with his crush, Velvet Sky wore an adorable blush all the way to the main bedroom. “I'm sure I can stretch to that, beautiful.” Inside, the bedroom was as white and chrome and modern as the rest of the apartment, with a fitted closet and furniture designed for that room. Wasting no time at all, Wheeljack ‘helped’ the pegasus onto the bed and then onto his back.

Neither of them paid any attention in that moment to the large portrait of Velvet’s family on the wall opposite the window, framed in an ornate frame that had the Princess's cutie marks in each of the four corners. Velvet, laying prone on his back, his panties making a tent, knew exactly what Wheeljack wanted. His hind legs spread apart, he was more than willing. “Do you like what you see?”

Wheeljack made no attempt whatsoever to hide the hungry look in his eyes. “While pink is a fine colour, it does hide something, though I'm unsure as to what.” With that, he was hovering over Velvet Sky with his forehooves by the pegasus’s flanks and his head over the straining panties.

“Hmmm...I wouldn't say 'hiding' is quite right,” Velvet purred, the predatory look from his crush sending a shiver down his spine that excited his wings and made the tent grow ever bigger.

Just as Velvet was about to use his own hooves to assist in the lowering of his pink mini skirt and panties, the dark red unicorn knocked those delicate soft hooves away. “No diddling with yourself!”

“Oh, you weren't playing with the black stamp on your lanyard, were you?” Velvet winked, “I like it.”

Snorting his desire, his base lust and sheer need to be inside this pretty pony and plow his asshole into the ground, Wheeljack snuffled his nose into those pink panties waiting for his target to spout beyond their limit. “It is a very pretty skirt.”

As it happened, Wheeljack didn’t have to wait very long. After literally a second, Velvet’s cock popped forth from the confines of the panties, sporting a rather impressive length. He was very large for a pegasus, thanks to the earth pony in him. “I-…I um, I like mare's clothes…”

“Sorry to make you sad then,” the dominant stallion’s hungry look now focussed on his fourteen inch iron hard prize.

“Sad?”

“I like removing mare's clothes,” with that, he lit his horn and slipped the mini skirt down Velvet’s hind legs and off, discarding it on the floor. He chose to leave the corset. It was too sexy to think of removing.

“I like them being removed by a sexy stallion,” Velvet Sky giggled, and started to stroke Wheeljack wherever he could reach with his sock covered hind legs. He was sure, as he was on his back and looking up at his ceiling, he was caressing his thighs.

Kneeling between Velvet’s hind legs, Wheeljack gazed at his lover while he himself emerged from his sheath. Keeping his horn lit, he made short work of removing the panties. Reciprocating as much as he could, the pegasus’s hooves wandered sensuously up Wheeljack's flanks. Once the panties were off and adorning the floor next to the mini skirt, the unicorn moved forward so he could rub their erect penises together. Leaning in, he kissed Velvet’s lips. “Do you have a nice tight hole for me?”

That very cute blush that looked so perfect on Velvet’s face was back in force as he nodded sheepishly. “I do, it's been a while, you see…”

A well placed hoof silenced his blushing apology. “Where do you keep the lube?”

Quickly, Velvet pointed to the nightstand by the left of the bed. “Bottom drawer, babe.”

A very quick investigation of the other two drawers turned up various sex toys including several vibrating cock rings, two fleshlights, a collection of anal beads, three dildos, a prostate massager and most unexpectedly a sheath lock. However, Wheeljack was only interested in one thing. Opening the bottom drawer he selected the cherry lube and then he hoofed it over to Velvet Sky, his hard cock bouncing on the pegasus’s chin. “You'll do the honours.”

“Oh yes Sir, I will” Velvet would have been surprised, if he stopped to think about it, at how quickly and easily he became submissive. But, he wasn’t thinking about it as he squirted the lube rather generously on his own tongue and used that to apply it to Wheeljack's mottled shaft. Helpfully, the unicorn adjusted his position to make sure Velvet didn't miss a spot. For good measure, Velvet added a little more lube, applying it with plenty of tongue.

Once he was happy he was sufficiently lubricated from the tip of his cock to the base, Wheeljack moved backwards and lined himself up with what was possibly the tightest, sexiest tailhole he had ever seen. “Time for the Friendship Express to enter the Canterlot Tunnel!”

As the unicorn moved forward with a practised ease, Velvet let lose a rather girly set of giggles at the joke. The pegasus was about to respond with a ‘choo choo!’ but at that moment, Wheeljack thrust his hips forwards and rammed his cock home in one hard but smooth motion. He kept his chest and belly pressed against Velvet’s own throbbing cock as he reached his medial ring and moved in and out. “I hope every pony kept their hooves and heads inside because this tunnel is tight!”

“BUuuuUUUCK!” was Velvet’s erudite and considered response, the pegasus moaning as he felt Wheeljack's length enter him, spreading and stretching him to fit his shaft. “Buck me please!” he begged when he felt the medial ring bump his plundered sphincter and the invading cock retreat. Pre cum was already leaking from his own tip.

Quickly building up a rhythm, Wheeljack was only too happy to oblige the panting pegasus. With an almighty thrust of his hips he forced his ring inside Velvet’s tight asshole. The effect was immediate. Arching his back, Velvet screamed, “Bu-Bu...BuuUUUCK!” Velvet was by now bucking his hips to meet Wheeljack's thrusts, his eyes rolling in his head. The unicorn though was too caught up in the pleasure of the moment to say anything. He just thrust faster and harder, not caring of the mess between them as he came to his climax.

Like Wheeljack, Velvet Sky didn't last all that long. Not with the hard veiny cock of the older stallion plowing his asshole anyway. It didn’t help his staying power any when Wheeljack’s flared head began stimulating his prostate over and over. That was all it took. Like a pony possessed, he soon came, spattering them both with his hot white seed even as the unicorn continued to ejaculate inside him until he was himself spent.

Only when Velvet’s belly was inflated to such a degree that he looked to be in the early stages of pregnancy did Wheeljack’s semen stop flooding his bowels. Leaning forwards, he held the panting pony tightly and whispered in his ear, “Thank you for the dance.”

Panting hard, Velvet was trying to catch his breath amid a sea of wondrous sensations. “I love to dance...”

As he had nowhere to go and was in no rush, Wheeljack withdrew himself from Velvet’s hole when nature allowed him to slide back into his sheath. However, he did not hold back on the snuggling nor did he care one jot about the sticky mess between the two of them. “I think you'll be dancing in my dreams.”

“I think we'll make the Princess blush if she should look in on us...” Velvet sighed and, having placed a soft and tender kiss on Wheeljack’s lips, he yawned a very cute little yawn.

Wheeljack’s voice was suddenly sleepy as he used his magic to turn off the bedroom light. “By Luna's left teat, I hope she does.” Velvet Sky simply giggled and, snuggling deep into the older pony’s side, used his wings to create a warm feathery blanket for the two of them as sleep took them both.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, a Friday, Wheeljack was up with the raising of the sun. It was a habit the older stallion assumed he’d never break. Not that he minded this particular Friday morning, not when he was confronted with the sleeping Velvet Sky. If he was pretty while awake, he was downright adorable asleep. Carefully, the unicorn slid from the bed and proceeded to fulfil his promise of breakfast in bed for them both.

While he was in the kitchen making cheesy omelettes, toast and coffee, he investigated the many drawers and fitted cupboards. In one of the drawers he found sobriety certificates and medals dating back to a year ago as well as numerous drug tests with the Trixie’s Place logo on them. Each one was a pass, each certificate a milestone; one month clean, two months clean, and so on.

Somewhat reverently, he closed the drawer and returned to his cooking. Back in the bedroom, a sleeping pegasus was roused from his slumber as the omelette scent wafted in. Velvet sniffed the smell of food being made and that did finally wake him from his exceptionally comfy bed. “Wh...” he yawned and stretched, “Whee…Wheeljack?”

From the kitchen, Wheeljack heard the pegasus wake and call his name. Thankfully he was just about finished with fixing breakfast. “Stay there!” he shouted and, moments later, he walked in with two large silver trays held in his magical aura to discover a beautiful sight, namely Velvet on his side, sheath on display posing like a Prench ‘lady’. He approved. “You had what I needed for omelettes, toast, and coffee.”

Velvet didn’t move from his suggestive pose, mostly because he was still waking up and mostly because he loved the effect it had on the older pony. “And how did you know I love omelettes, sweetie?”

“Easy, I love omelettes, so you love them too. The two dozen eggs in the fridge may have been a clue.” When Velvet giggled at that, Wheeljack sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and waited for his pretty lover to sit up. As soon as Velvet heaved himself to a more decent sitting position, the unicorn levitated the trays onto their respective laps and started to eat his food. “Are you working today?”

Shaking his head as he ate his eggs, Velvet Sky brushed his dishevelled pony tail out of his face and he replied, “Not on Fridays, Saturdays or Sundays.”

“Today Hoist and Sparkplug will be dealing with Raid's car. Tomorrow Ratchet and I will do race prep. All of us will fix what needs fixing before Sunday's race. You want to see it?”

His eyes wide, Velvet nodded so vigorously that his pony tail was back in his face and had to be moved aside again with his wing. “Oh, I'd love to!”

“Want to see the time trials tomorrow?”

“Really?” all of Velvet’s Hearths Warmings were coming at once. This was more than he could ever have dreamed of. The chance to see Air Raid race up close, and perhaps meet her? Wow! “I can come and watch? Really?”

Wheeljack was loving every single moment of this. He felt like the present giving pony on Hearths Warming morning. He rather liked that feeling. Besides, it was in his power to give, so what was the harm? “Have you got something you want Raid to autograph?” he asked, waiting for the pegasus to take a sip of his coffee, “Excluding your cock.”

Almost spitting his coffee, Velvet nodded his head, as it happened he did have some things. “I have a model of her Audi I bought from the merch stand at the racetrack.”

“That can be done,” Wheeljack promised, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“I'd like to show it you later. I have two, one I bought as is, and one I made from a kit.” Velvet Sky was rather proud of the model kit he had made. It was twelve inches long, had taken him two weeks to build and it had opening doors, a bonnet that lifted to reveal a scale version of Sparkplug’s engine block and the steering wheel actually turned the wheels! It was his pride and joy. “So, sweetie, what are you looking for?” he asked, eating his eggs and toast like a proper lady, “I assume more than a one night rut, seeing as you're still here.”

Wheeljack considered that as he too ate his breakfast. “I would have been okay with a one night rut,” he answered honestly, “You didn't kick me out last night. You have a nice kitchen that is well stocked. You're very pretty. A little time will tell if I'm in it for the long haul or not.” He snickered, “Need to find out which of my nerves you dance on.”

“I am fabulous, aren't I?” Velvet giggled and he batted his eyelashes at his handsome lover. “One shouldn't boot their crush out of bed, it’s bad form, darling.”

“I'll try to remember that when you're in my bed.”

Giggling once more, Velvet Sky took a mouthful of his eggs before he continued, “I like to be a good naughty mare to a strong controlling stallion,” he sipped his coffee. “Like you. I'm a flirt and a show off. I suppose you can say I'm an exhibitionist, though I like a little discipline too.”

“Have you heard of a pink unicorn mare named Mapper?” asked Wheeljack curiously as he ate the last of his eggs and toast, being careful to not get crumbs on the bed.

“I've seen her at the fairground. I’ve also seen her at Trixie’s Place with her wife. I don’t know her to talk to though.”

Wheeljack laughed, “To hear it from her, the universe bows before her. I've only been in Manehatten a short time, but the crowd that Raid has fallen in with has opened my eyes. Make the next second and fourth Thursday your vacation days.”

“If you've ever heard her pitch at the fairground, you'd believe that the universe bows before her.” Velvet Sky grinned sheepishly, “I'll make a note of those dates, and make sure I get them off, so I can get you off.” He then leant in for a kiss, which Wheeljack gladly received. Once they had both eaten their breakfasts, Velvet upheld his end of the deal and took up the trays in his wings and, swaying sexily on his hind legs, carried them through to do the kitchen. So he could wash the dishes.

Wheeljack happily watched the pegasus’s swaying ass with a dopey grin plastered all over his bearded muzzle. He found he could stare at that plot all day and all night. It helped Velvet knew how to swish his tail in just the right way. When he was alone in the bedroom, he looked at the toys that he remembered were in the nightstand drawers for some sweaty activities before they showered.

In the kitchen, at the sink, Velvet hummed and sang the Time Warp as he washed the dishes. Back in the bedroom, after an inspection of the fitted closet, Wheeljack noted that his lover had a thing for pink. That wasn’t a bad thing necessarily, but it was just a pink explosion. On the bed, once he had the toys he wanted to use, he laid out the faux leather pink hoof cuffs, cross straps for chest, the sheath lock, a fresh pair of pink panties and a skirt. To complete the outfit, he laid out a pink tail sleeve and bridle.

Once he had finished the dishes and he walked back into the bedroom, his gait somewhere between a trot and a dance, Velvet paused when he saw the gear laid out on the bed. “Well, somepony's found my fun things!”

Wheeljack shrugged, “Have to try them on you for fit to be sure they are yours. After we shower.”

“Yes Master,” Velvet Sky bowed low to the floor and he led his crush through to the en suite bathroom where they spent almost an hour cleaning each other of the sticky mess that had been left from the fun the night before, much too thoroughly than was strictly necessary.

Back in the master bedroom, following the very thorough shower, Wheeljack motioned a hoof to the clothing and the toys he had previously laid out on the bed. Since he wasn’t needed at Caffeinated’s to work on the car, and seeing as how Velvet wasn’t working that day, he had an idea for some fun. “Need to get you dressed for shopping then, and I don't have to worry about getting you to work on time.”

Stood beside the bed, Velvet all but pranced in place because he knew that wearing all the things that had been laid out for him, that all eyes would be on him. Just as the exhibitionist in him liked. “Yes you do, and no you don't.”

“If I'm keeping you,” Wheeljack nodded, “then I do need to show you off. Pique my interest while you dress yourself. I'll help with buckles as needed. Excited to show off, Velvet used his hooves and his wings to dress himself, starting with the sheath lock. When that was in place, and the unicorn had the key to the lock, he slipped on the skirt, followed by the hoof cuffs and the cross straps. He did need help with the rest, including the bridle and the tail sleeve, which Wheeljack happily provided. Velvet then made a very, very long show of getting the panties on, bending over and dropping them twice.

“You are a tease, Velvet. I'm liking that.” Wheeljack sat back on the bed, proudly showing off just how much he was liking the show he had been treated to. “I don't want to walk around like this, so put that mouth of yours to use.”

“Yes Master,” he hadn’t been forced to say it, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world to say at that moment. Walking over, Velvet Sky opened his mouth and he took the unicorn’s hard erect penis in his warm wet mouth down to his medial ring before pulling off, sucking all the way.

Moaning in sheer pleasure, Wheeljack had one hoof playing with Velvet’s soft cared for mane while the other hoof gripped the bit less bridle. He had to be honest, Velvet’s mouth was in the top three holes he had ever bucked. Even though the pegasus was slurping and sucking him like a pro, he couldn’t resist thrusting his hips and gently pulling on the bridle.

Enjoying his work as much as Wheeljack was enjoying receiving it, Velvet made use of his wings, using his feathers to caress the older stallion’s balls while he sucked him off. He never went deeper than the medial ring and he was glad that even though Wheeljack was pulling on the bridle, he didn’t force him deeper than he was obviously comfortable with. His blowjob was wet and sloppy with plenty of tongue swirling around his shaft. Wheeljack didn’t last long under such treatment. Several deep bobs of his head later and, with a flare of his head, his cock erupted, spraying his seed straight to the younger stallion’s belly. Miraculously, he managed to hold some of Wheeljack’s semen in his mouth as he pulled off, showing off his prize. Winking, he swallowed. “You even taste magical!”

“You get that from a cereal box? 'Magically Delicious'?” Wheeljack snorted before he added the reins to the bridle. Holding them in his magic, he looked Velvet over. As pretty as he was, and by Cadance was he pretty, there was just too much pink! “I need a suit to compliment my pit crew clothes, for after event stuff when we win. You need some more colours to your wardrobe. Some red and some white, which does make for pink, but I think all three at once would look good on you.”

Velvet shuffled his hooves. He knew Wheeljack was right. “There is an abundance of pink in my closet, isn't there?” he asked rhetorically, thinking of the few dresses, skirts and corsets hanging there. The only thing that was not pink was a black formal dress and hat in a protective bag.

“Don't want anypony thinking you're a one trick pony. Do you know of a good place to shop?” he asked, because the unicorn really had no idea beyond Coco Pommel and Rarity's Recreations, and that was only because she made the racing and pit crew suits.

“I haven't been wearing just feminine clothes for very long. The Prince gave me the courage to properly be myself. Clothing wise, there is of course Rarity's Recreations, but that's super high end. I like Rarity For You. It's a smaller more every day shop, and Plaid Stripes is a hoot.”

Using his hoof, Wheeljack caressed his lover’s cheek. “You do look good in them. You just need more colours. I hope you're up for a walk to get to Rarity For You. I know I am.”

“Walk? I feel like I could fly there!” Velvet Sky giggled, “but a walk there with you will suffice.” After a quick couple of laps around the spacious living room to see how the pegasus took to the reins, Wheeljack led his pet to the elevator and down to the ground floor. Now that they were in public, Velvet was determined to be a very good sub for his new Master. He held his head up high, his tail held up in the sleeve.

On the way out, what struck Wheeljack was how friendly the apartment building was. They passed several ponies as they walked, and they all shared a generous smile on their faces that screamed, "Oh, that's just Velvet being Velvet”. There were of course a couple of assholes, but they just stared, that was the limit of their objection. Coming from Canterlot, Wheeljack was amazed that even the disapproving ones outside were not vocal about it. It was another reminder he wasn't in Canterlot anymore.

Following behind the older stallion, Velvet Sky felt like he was on stage, but prancing along instead of dancing. He was in his element. All eyes on the street – which wasn’t busy – were on him! A passing couple called out hello, and Velvet blew them a kiss, but he didn't speak. He was determined to show what a good pet he could be. In the lead, Wheeljack waved at those nice kind ponies that called out and he took the time to wish them a good day. Then, he paused on the street. “I have no idea where Rarity For You is…”

Quick as a flash, Velvet was ready. “If I may be your guide, Master?” Nodding, Wheeljack held onto the reins but he allowed the pegasus to take point. Smiling, Velvet led the way, his tail not needing the sleeve to stay up high. The exhibitionist was loving the parade, practically prancing along the sidewalk.

After a few steps, Wheeljack’s attention moved from enjoying the jiggly bits that jiggled in the pink panties to looking more at those that they passed on the street. Ponies going about their day. Nothing special. Stallions, mares, teenagers, old timers, youngsters. Nopony paid them any mind. Not like Canterlot at all. “No need to rush, Velvet.” Slowing down, he wanted to see if any that passed them do a double take.

“As you wish, Master,” Velvet slowed down to a leisurely canter, Saddle Row his ultimate destination, but he was more than happy to take the long way around. Especially when ponies were looking at him.

One of the ponies that passed them was a mare in her very late teens, an orange earth pony mare who did do double take and even a triple take. She looked and then took a longer look and blushed before approaching Wheeljack. “Excuse me, you're Wheeljack, aren't you?”

“I am, Miss. Can I help you this day?” Wheeljack pulled hard on the reins, forcing Velvet to a stop, but he said nothing to him.

“I’m Slipstream, sir.” The young mare introduced herself as Velvet stopped with a bit of a whinny, “I was backup driver for the Jaguar racing team that came third. I didn't drive, but I saw you!” she bounced happily on her hooves, “Can I get a selfie with you, please?”

Very quickly, Wheeljack tried to remember if Sparkplug had said anything bad about the Jaguar or the team. Unable to think of anything, he was only too happy to speak to this pleasant young mare. “Finishing that race was an achievement,” he said, puffing out his chest proudly, “I'd be honoured, Miss.”

“Thank you sir!” In no time at all, she had her phone out and she was stood posing next to the much older pony. “The pit chief was well impressed how you took care of Raid's car!” she gushed as she took the picture while Velvet flared his wings for a photobomb, prompting Slipstream to giggle and take it again.

“I look forward to seeing that Jag tomorrow, Miss Slipstream.” Wheeljack found he had rather a lot of time for this young mare. Part of him hoped she’d come around to the pit lane and say hello. He also stored Velvet’s photobomb in his head, for punishment later.

“I'm hoping Hot Rod lets me drive!” Slipstream was, apparently, a gushy, bubbly mare. In many respects she reminded her of Ratchet before she had been forced to grow up following their parent’s deaths. “I mean, I'm not Air Raid level, but I want to take her on!”

As it turned out, she was adorable as well as gushy. “Raid is happy to take on all challengers, but she won't ease up on any, no matter how long they have been in the profession.” He smiled at her as warmly as he could. “I remember her first race. So, you shouldn't give in to her either.”

“Thank you sir,” Slipstream smiled as Velvet let out a whinny and pulled on the reins. He wasn’t being the centre of attention and even fluffing up his wings didn’t make Wheeljack look at him. It just made the young mare giggle. “Looks like your pet is eager too!”

Looking over, Wheeljack appeared surprised by the use of that term. He hadn’t considered Velvet to be his pet before now. However now that she had said it, it seemed natural. “Oh, yes, pet. My pet. Sometimes no amount of training will really get them to do as you wish.”

“That's what Hot Rod says when I short shift from second to fourth,” Slipstream let out a long, loud squee and bounced on her hooves. When she had gone shopping that morning, she hadn’t expected to meet Wheeljack! “Thank you for the picture, sir. I'll be seeing you!”

Flicking the reins, Wheeljack got Velvet moving again, again at the slow and steady pace as before. He was in no rush whatsoever. “Will you be receiving any fancolts, Velvet?”

Now that his Master was paying him attention at last, Velvet folded away his wings and walked along the sidewalk. “Sometimes a colt will give me a whistle, Master.” Almost on cue, Wheeljack looked at Velvet’s balls and gave him a lewd whistle. “Hmm just like that…” then, across the street, a rather familiar stallion whistled and called out. It just so happened it was the second one who shot Wheeljack down at the club.

In a low voice, Wheeljack saw the very rude stallion and whispered, “I doubt he is anywhere near a good a prance as you.”

Velvet Sky just snorted derisively, “I should go and knock his wig off his stupid head, Jack...I mean, Master…”

Playfully, the unicorn ever so gently pulled on his mane. Just enough to rein him in. “I wouldn't waste a lug wrench on him. It is far too late for him to whistle at my passing sexiness.” When the obnoxious stallion whistled again, Velvet replied with a rather crude gesture with his wings that left the other pony in no doubt where he stood before walking on with Wheeljack. The unicorn just laughed loudly. “Such a naughty pony, Velvet.”

“I'm your naughty pony. And that idiot deserved it!” Velvet shot back and, after a quick flick of the reins, Wheeljack continued the walk, all the time taking note of the reactions, both good or bad. He was rather pleased to have been recognized, even if it was by another racer. The odd few ponies who did stop took pictures, one offered helpful advice like tie the tail higher and one colt even asked his mom if he could have a tail sleeve too. Nothing was overtly negative beyond a shake of a head here and there. “Saddle Row is just a couple of blocks now, Master.” Wheeljack just nodded and allowed Velvet to lead in to the shop.

“Greetings sir!” Plaid Stripes, a peach coloured earth pony mare with a deep purple mane tied up in a neat bun, greeted them with her trademark wide smile. Although she had been working for Rarity almost twenty five years, she still had her braces and she still wore her spoon earrings. “May I say, nice choice of pets. I was worried 'she' was a stray!”

Velvet, who regarded Plaid as a good friend after all his visits to the store in recent months, giggled at being called ‘she’. “Good day, Plaid, it’s nice to see you again.”

“I'm still trying to find out if Velvet can see colours other than pink, Miss,” Wheeljack said with a smile as he pulled up a picture of himself in the pit crew suit on his phone. “And I need a nice after race, winning interview, suit. One that will compliment this, please.”

“She has been looking at the pink dresses for a few weeks now, sir, in spite of my efforts to show her yellows and greens.” Plaid Stripes came around the serving counter and she looked at the picture of Wheeljack and her smile widened in recognition. “Hey! You're part of that new racing team ain'tcha?”

“New to the Manehatten racing circuit,” the dark red unicorn corrected her gently, “I think Velvet would look stunning in a little red number. Not too sure about yellow or green, I may need a run way show to see.”

“The papers say you're the new wonder team from Canterlot!” Plaid giggled so much her spoon earrings danced and, as Velvet was about to interject, she cut across him like he wasn’t there. “I happen to have red, yellow and green dresses, evening and casual, for you to have a look at, sir.”

“That would be wonderful!” Wheeljack used his magic to disconnect the reins from the bridle so Velvet could walk about freely. “I'm sure my pet is up to modelling them for me, but let me know if this one gives you any trouble.” The tone of his voice said he wouldn’t stand for any trouble.

“Oh, I don't think she will, right Velvet?”

“No ma'am!”

“Good! This way, then.” With that, the peach coloured earth pony mare led Velvet Sky to the back, where she first dressed her in the cute red number that Wheeljack had suggested. It wasn’t the same red as the unicorn’s coat, but it wasn’t far away. Once dressed, Velvet strutted out like a model and paraded for his Master.

“Twirl for me,” Wheeljack ordered, eager to see if the salespony had changed out the panties. When Velvet reared up and did the perfect twirl, he showed off the new matching red panties and Wheeljack was not disappointed. “That is a keeper!”

“Excellent!” Plaid Stripes clapped her hooves, thrilled at making a sale. “Velvet dear, let’s go and try on the others for your stallion.” Obediently, Velvet strutted back behind the curtain while the salesmare giggled to the dominant unicorn. “I noticed you had her clitty all locked up, so I left it be. You're right though. the red's a keeper!”

Wheeljack nodded at the very likeable earth pony mare. While he was happy to watch his Velvet strut and parade up and down in the green, yellow and cream dresses, he knew he wouldn’t be buying them today. He was only willing to spend so much on his 'new' pet until he was sure things were going to work out. Plaid, reading Wheeljack’s expression, quickly changed tack. “Sir said he wanted something for himself today?”

“I did, but the floor show was a very nice diversion. A suit to suit me is what I need.” The dark red stallion smiled at his own joke.

Plaid giggled like the expert salespony she was. “I have a royal blue suit I just made, trousers, blazer and white shirt!” she scooted off to one of the nearby formalwear racks and pulled out the suit in question. She chose not to mention it had been made for a customer who hadn’t paid for it and she took great pride in showing off the spoons embroidered on the inside lining.

“Nothing to do but try it on,” Wheeljack smiled as he took the suit in his magic. Bringing it closer he admired the fine hoofwork that had gone into its creation. Such fine work with no magic available to her. “Velvet, you may sit there and give a non-vocal opinion of the suit.”

Velvet Sky was back in the red dress and he sat where Wheeljack indicated and watched him get dressed. With his magic and Plaid’s hooves, it didn’t take very long. Once Plaid had it trimmed to fit, Velvet gave ‘her’ considered opinion with her wings, which were very erect. “Ah, you've out done yourself, Plaid.” Wheeljack looked himself over in the full length mirror. He was very impressed. “I've received the race driver's seal of approval. I'll take the suit and the red dress, but please package them up. My pet can walk out as she walked in.”

“Certainly sir, just one moment please,” once she had the clothes off her two customers, she trotted into the back room to bag them up. “You two behave now, or not.”

“Not!” Wheeljack snickered and, when she returned with the suit and the dress properly bagged up, the unicorn placed the package on Velvet's back, securing it to the harness the pegasus wore.

Chuckling, Plaid Stripes rang up the sale. “Thank you for choosing us for your clothing needs today, I do hope you come again to Rarity For You.” She then blushed, hard. “Sir, before you go, can I trouble you for a photo?”

“No trouble at all, Velvet can take it.”

Taking the camera phone from Plaid, Velvet was tempted to bomb the picture. However, when he saw how proud Wheeljack was, how he puffed up almost to the size of the Princesses, he didn’t have the heart. He waited for just the right smile and took the picture. “Thank you!” Plaid was so thrilled when she took her phone back that Velvet was pleased he didn’t fanny about. The earth pony then whipped out the press cutting picture of the winning race team in the Times. “Can you sign this please?”

With a wide smile on his face, Wheeljack was only too happy to sign away. “I'll have the rest of the crew and driver stop in to sign it too. Raid may shop at the store downtown, but you are more in alignment with our needs.”

Plaid Stripes made a very cute squee at that. “Oh thank you sir! I look forward to seeing you again in Rarity For You!”

Plaid didn’t stop waving until they were stood outside in the summer sunlight. Elated wasn’t enough to describe how Wheeljack felt right then and there. “I'm in need of coffee,” he said eventually, doing a decent job of not leaping for joy like he wanted to.

“Then you're in luck, Master, Domino’s place is close by.” Velvet Sky pointed with a wing over the street where he knew a little coffee shop / café called 'Domino's' was a few blocks away from them.

Wheeljack considered the little establishment, weighing up how close it was against how close Stripe’s Cup of Java was. He knew it was further from Velvet’s place than Rarity For You was, but it was closer to Trixie’s Place as it was in the Theatre District around 50 – 70 Street where the little clothes store was just north of Central Park on the west side where the Fashion District known as Saddle Row was located. “You frequent Domino’s?”

“Only when I go to see Plaid, Master.” Velvet replied, looking wistfully at the small café like it was a long lost friend.

“While I will take your word for Domino's, I think a subway ride is in order. There is a nice shop by Times Square.” That, and Wheeljack wanted to show Velvet off in Stripe’s where he knew the owner and he could be sure of showing off. “So, where is the nearest subway entrance?”

“Well, Master, the closest is on 60th, ah, just where the MiAC is…” Velvet answered, the very thought of the adult sex store making ‘her’ wings fluff up with excitement. Velvet rather liked thinking of himself as a ‘her’. Yes, ‘she’ liked it a lot.

Noting the wing fluff, just like Air Raid when she was excited about something, Wheeljack smiled and made his mind up. “Lead on. No time for sightseeing, pet.”

“Yes Master!” Velvet Sky pranced enthusiastically along the sidewalk, picturing a MiAC visit in ‘her’ near future. When they arrived at 60th street, the pegasus pointed out the small coffee shop. “That is Domino's, and the pink store next to it is MiAC!” she giggled like a filly, “Perhaps a quick look wouldn't hurt?”

Wheeljack though was not in the mood for indulging his ‘mare’ any more than he already had. Lighting his horn, he jerked the reins firmly and headed resolutely for the subway. “I guess that would depend on what 'hurt' means to you.” In response to that, Velvet made a cute little whine and, after a second's struggle, followed the reins. “Would somepony rather have water instead of coffee?”

After the short subway ride, Wheeljack left the station and walked up to Caffeinated’s coffee shop with Velvet Sky trotting along behind him, the pegasus taking care to keep the reins slack like a good little mare should. “Hello Wheeljack,” the orange zebra rumbled from behind his counter. “The only ponies I know that walk around like that are Sunny, Serenity, and Mapper, except Serenity doesn't wear a cock block.”

The other patrons in Stripe’s turned to look at what Wheeljack had dragged in. Ever loving being the centre of attention, Velvet visibly basked in the many admiring stares he was getting. Remembering ‘her’ manners though, she gave Caffeinated a bow. “Velvet Sky, sir. I'm a dancer at Trixie's Place.”

“Sparky will be happy you caught something,” Caffeinated commented without thinking. “Would you like coffee, snack or lunch?”

“Lunch,” Wheeljack spoke up, “and coffee for me. I'm feeding the freeloader too, but water only to drink. So, why would Sparky be happy?”

Suddenly aware he may have said something untoward, Caffeinated blinked as his two new customers took up their bright red seating pads at a nearby empty table. “Um, her and Hoist said you and Ratchet went out to Trixie's last night.” He covered quickly, complete with a winning smile.

“You mentioned Mapper and Serenity?” Velvet asked after raising her hoof for permission to speak, though she was ever so slightly gushing like a fanfilly. “I've seen them about at Trixie's Place up on the second floor.”

“I’m not surprised, as Trixie's does cater to their needs.” Caffeinated rumbled, “The lunch special okay?” the orange zebra pointed out the special consisted of cucumber and watercress sandwiches, tomato bisque soup, as well as a drink of choice, which he already knew was coffee and water. Order filled, he personally brought it over.

“You said we could come to the Thursday events, but can we bring guests?”

“You can, as long as you take responsibility for them to follow the house rules.” Caffeinated looked from unicorn to pegasus and smiled, deciding there was more chance of alicorns flying out of his ass than these two breaking his rules. “Of course, that was last night.”

“I didn't have a guest soon enough last night,” Wheeljack commented defensively.

“There is always open mic night tonight.”

Velvet Sky’s ears perked right up when she heard that. “You have an open mic night, sir?” she asked, remembering 'her' manners. The more Velvet Sky thought of herself as feminine, the more it made sense and the more comfortable the pegasus was becoming with it.

“Open mic is open to any performance art.” Caffeinated commented. Looking at the dark blue pegasus sat opposite Wheeljack, the zebra was reminded rather forcefully of Prince Dusk. Their coats were similar, but their manes were different and, if he was honest, Dusk looked far more like a mare than this pony did.

“This is Velvet Sky and he, err, ‘she’ can really perform.” Wheeljack smiled at his blushing mare.

“I will let Shoe and Mapper know there is competition.”

“May I be allowed to dance, Master, please?” asked Velvet excitedly, her eyes wide and sparkling with anticipation of dancing in front of a new audience.

“I overheard Wily say there was no performance restrictions.”

“That is true after nine,” Caffeinated replied to Wheeljack’s comment. “The event starts at seven and a few can't find sitters,” he snickered, wondering if this open mic would be as eventful as the previous one had been. “Or they are looking to educate the young.”

Velvet Sky, who sensed an opportunity to be looked at, shivered with excitement, her wings fluffing up - she even strained against the lock around her sheath, she was that excited. “Master we have to come, please!”

Wheeljack was loving the way his mare begged. She looked even cuter than usual. “We shall, for I must show off my latest find. Don't have to be at the track till ten in the morning on Saturday,” he said, to which Caffeinated just nodded.

Nodding at the dark red unicorn, Caffeinated chose not to press the issue. Track stuff was their business, not his. The zebra was just interested in results. “I always welcome new talent. A warning, the audience can be brutally fun though.”

“Sir please, I work at Trixie's Place, I'm accustomed to 'difficult' audiences.”

“So thought Lady Octavia, when she performed.” When he headed back to the serving counter, the orange zebra was chuckling away to himself as he remembered how Mapper had made the world’s premier cellist sing along to Lauper’s Mare’s Just Wanna Have Fun.

Open mouthed, Velvet was stunned. “Lady Octavia appeared here?”

“Raid said she did,” said Wheeljack, “I wasn't in town then.”

Slowly, Velvet took a sip of her water. The pegasus did want to dive into the sandwiches, they did look delicious, but she had something to say first. “May I say something, Wheeljack?” when the unicorn nodded his assent, she continued, “you looked really adorable earlier when Slipstream and Plaid asked you for a picture.”

For a moment, Wheeljack put aside his dominant persona and the older pony sighed a sigh of the ages. “Velvet, you have to understand, the last five years have been pretty rough on us. You never know when those days may come back, so seize the moment when you can.”

Velvet rested her hoof on Wheeljack’s and gave it an affectionate squeeze, “I do understand, and you are quite right, sweetie.”

“Still, it’s nice to know this old stallion is still adorable,” he smiled, leaning forward over the table so he could plant a soft and tender kiss on Velvet’s lips. Whimpering at the kiss, Velvet’s wings fluttered upwards and the lock keeping her secured away was doing its job. “So, this pronoun business. I know Dusk is 'she' in a dress, and 'he' out of a dress. What is it for you?”

“Hmm...” Velvet cocked ‘her’ head to one side in thought. “Honestly? I hadn't thought about it like that before. I just liked wearing mare's clothes,” the pegasus blushed, “they feel nice and soft, and I feel pretty in them. But, when Plaid called me 'she', and you went with it, it felt hot too. I think I like being your mare when I'm in a dress, and your pretty stallion out of one.”

Wheeljack nodded, mulling it over in his head. He could do that. And, it had to be said, Velvet Sky did look damn pretty in a skirt and panties. “That's settled, then.” Indeed it was settled, and he picked up his cucumber and watercress sandwich. He had a lunch to eat.

“Thank you,” Velvet picked up one of her sandwiches and tucked into her own lunch and she drank her water before a thought occurred to her. “Do you like your pets to have collars? Because if you don't mind, I'd like a mane bow instead.”

Lovingly, Wheeljack ran a hoof through Velvet’s beautifully long soft mane. “You do have the mane for it. Pink, I assume?”

“I was thinking red, Master, your colour.”

“Red is good, you did look very good in that dress in Rarity For You.”

“I have to agree,” Velvet smiles, “You've broadened my horizons.”

“I hope you'll broaden mine, too.”

“I'll do my best, sweetie,” Velvet blew Wheeljack a sheath troubling kiss and she downed the rest of the water in her glass. “My sister used to dress me up and put bows in my mane. Imagine her delight when I came out to her.”

Wheeljack snorted out a laugh that almost sent his coffee everywhere. “Good thing she is your sister. I'd never stand a chance against her otherwise.”

Velvet’s happy smile became wistful, somewhat reticent when Wheeljack said that. “She was very protective of her little brother. Cloudy Sky bucked more than one bully in the face at school. You can imagine they all had a field day with me, first the Scootaloo's Syndrome, then being gay…”

“In a very few words you have summed up Air Raid's whole entire life, only she was in Canterlot. Did you grow up here in Manehatten?”

“I did, I was lucky in that respect,” Velvet knew well that the public attitudes in Manehatten were looser out on the east coast than they were in Canterlot. Still, it hadn’t been an easy journey. “And what of you, pony living a life in the clouds I can't fly too?”

“Princesses forbid it would always be cloudy in Canterlot,” Wheeljack laughed, “I think that is reserved primarily for Cloudsdale. Yeah, we were born and raised in Canterlot, as was Air Raid.”

Velvet then leant across the table and kissed Wheeljack’s lips, loving the way the older stallion’s white beard tickled his nose. “Not easy, sweetie.”

“I'm not looking for easy, but I may fight back more than I really need to.”

“I like that about you,” Velvet smiled, “What are you doing the rest of today?”

“Today I'm going to enjoy you.” Wheeljack smiled sweetly, that dominance back in his voice. “I do need to call my brother later in case there is something I need to do tomorrow on the car. Sparky and Hoist have it in hoof for the day, but now and then things do pop up…” he finished his sentence with a very suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Not with this lock on, they don't!” Velvet winked and blew her lover a kiss.

“Maybe you're one of those wonder ponies and can shatter steel with the force of your cock alone?”

“While I am skilled, I’m not that skilled!” Velvet giggled, “maybe it'll come off if I'm a good mare?” she then shot the older stallion a loaded look, “Or, I can be a naughty mare…” she traced her wingtip all the way down Wheeljack’s flank towards his crotch. She was halted though when she saw the disapproving look on his face. “I suppose it is the wrong time and place,” Velvet noted the families in the coffee shop and changed tack. “Trixie's is open though, if you want to go get a room?”

Wheeljack gave that a thought and liked it, a lot. “Closer than your place, and a lot closer to my place. Of course, watching you with a mop cleaning the floor here, hmmm...” that was all it took for Velvet Sky’s wings to shoot out and stand erect in a perfect wingboner. She even visibly winced from the effects of the cock lock. “I think that is our sign to leave,” he snickered, “We'll be back tonight Caffy. Seven o'clock?”

Caffeinated gave them a cheery wave good bye. “Buffet opens at six, mic opens at seven!”

~ ~ ~

With Velvet Sky’s reins held in his magic, Wheeljack trotted across the street to Marecies department store. His pet had requested a mane bow, and he was eager to oblige. The greeting pony there swooped on them as soon as they set hoof inside. “Welcome to Marecies, how can I help you today?”

“This one needs a pretty bow for her mane, close to my coat colour,” he paused and glanced at her nametag, “if you please, Raindrop.”

“I can help you with that. Follow me please.” The eager salespony then lead her two new customers into the store and another greeter seamlessly took her place at the door. Like a good pet, Velvet kept the reins slack as she followed her Master, at least until they passed a rather fetching cream dress and hat ensemble that made her pause and stare with open want.

Wheeljack however wasn’t having any of that nonsense from his ‘mare’. He sharply tugged the reins that he held in his magical aura. “Feel free to shop in your own time with your own money.” Mumbling apologies, Velvet quickly caught up.

“Here is our selection of mane ribbons,” Raindrop announced when they were at the right aisle, “and I believe this is a close match to your coat colour, sir. We have it in three sizes.”

Wheeljack saw there were in fact three sizes. Small, designed to go near an ear. Medium, the size that a filly might wear in her mane, and large, which was a showy costume type of bow. “This is for everyday wear. I'm thinking the medium. Your thoughts, pet?”

While Velvet Sky was drawn to the large and showy one by default, she did see the benefit of the one Wheeljack chose for her. “I like the medium one, Master.”

Lovingly, Wheeljack caressed Velvet’s mini-skirted flank. “She humours me. I'll take two please.”

“Yes sir.” Raindrop scooped up the two red mane bows from the rack, “Anything else for you today?” While he was tempted to buy the hat and dress, Wheeljack shook his head and just purchased the two bows. Perhaps when they were a proper couple, he’d buy the dress. However, he’d been burned in the past and he wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

“Thank you for my mane bow, Master, I love it!” Velvet Sky squealed like a happy mare when, after the sale had been completed, Wheeljack tied one of the bows in his pet’s silky smooth mane. The other went into the bag from Rarity For You.

“I like it,” Wheeljack commented with a fond smile, “and you do wear it well.” The older stallion then lead the way out of the store and north to Trixie’s Place. As they left, Velvet made a mental note to get the cream dress and hat the next time she had the chance. “What are your thoughts on pain?” Wheeljack asked when they were on the now busy sidewalk.

Velvet Sky loved the midday crowds bustling on their way, prancing along like she was, and dressed like she was, it was like an impromptu performance. The question though gave the pegasus cause to stop and walk normally for a moment. “I like to be spanked, Master. Enough to turn my pretty ass red. I don't like my feathers pulled though unless I'm preening.” There was fun pain and then there was ‘damn that really hurts’ pain.

“Preening...” That gave Wheeljack cause for concern. “Raid has never showed me how to preen. I don't think any of the crew has ever preened her. Hmm, I will preen you and you will teach me to do it efficiently so that you'll always be pretty.” He smiled and looked back at his pet, “And how to do it sensually so I can watch you squirm.”

“I'm not surprised Master. Preening is a very personal, private thing. It is when a pegasus is at their most vulnerable, letting another pony inside the wingspan is a big thing.” Velvet explained, for that was something that dated back to the times before the unification of the tribes when the pegasi were warriors. If you allowed an enemy inside your wings you could be fatally wounded, after all.

“Well, I've certainly been inside your wingspan.”

“It's still a very personal, intimate thing Master, which I'll be pleased to teach you.”

“You will teach me, but it is a nice bonus that you'll be pleased to do so.”

At the commanding, dominating tone in Wheeljack’s voice, Velvet’s wings fluffed up, because she knew she would be punished at Trixie's Place for being such a naughty mare. “When would you like to start, Master?”

“When I'm good and ready, pet.” That had Velvet’s wings ruffling up just a little more, she had a feeling her ass was going to be as red as Wheeljack's coat before the unicorn was done. On the sidewalk, Wheeljack walked at a leisurely pace to window shop, though he did note the other pony’s reactions, and to peek at Velvet in those windows. Just as before, the vast majority of those they passed were more than agreeable to them, even asking for pictures to be taken with them both.

Velvet Sky though, wasn’t window shopping as she usually would. The aroused pegasi’s wings were at three quarters erect and her gait was off, thanks to her sheath struggling against the tight lock. Although Wheeljack noticed, the unicorn did not quicken his pace, nor did he linger at any spot. When Trixie's Place was a moment or two away, Velvet quickened up, pulling at the reins. That bought them both to a sudden stop. “Are you trying to run away?”

“No, Master.”

“I know where I'm going, so back in your place then.” At that point, Velvet Sky’s wings were standing fully erect and, after a couple of whimpers, she was practically hobbling thanks to the lock. She did however get back in her rightful place as Wheeljack continued on to Trixie’s Place. When they arrived, the unicorn wasted no time at all in going straight up to the second floor.

Once there, Wheeljack purchased a private room from the sharply dressed door stallion at the desk. It was a suit that screamed he would stand for no nonsense. Having paid the fifty bits for the hour, Wheeljack left him a business card and took the key to room seven.

Following her Master, Velvet was very careful now not to pull ahead or do anything other than walk like a good mare behind her stallion. In the private room, which was a twenty foot square space with rings in the walls, ceiling and floor so a pony could be restrained as well as a fully equipped toy box and chill out couch, dropped the reins and moved around the pegasus to inspect her hard wings. “Must be hard to get through doors like that.”

“They are very hard Master,” Velvet, stood between the five rings on the floor, coughed. “I mean, it is hard, Master.”

Standing behind Velvet, Wheeljack caressed his pet’s ball sack through the panties she wore. He could see the younger pony was struggling. “Are you doing okay, Velvet?” he asked gently.

Standing with her hind legs apart to allow the ease of fondling, Velvet whimpered, “Yes Master, it's just a little hard, to think, with my wings, and you doing that, Master.” Indeed, coherent words and thought were getting harder and harder to form the more she was teased.

“I've heard it said it is hard to think when blood rushes from one head to the other, but not about it rushing to the wings.” Wheeljack laughed heartily as he poked lightly at the pegasus’s left wing joint where the limb met the pony’s barrel. “Then again, Raid does this a lot more with those two zebras.”

Wheeljack was rewarded immediately for his actions when Velvet Sky’s hind legs went weak at the knees. The feathers on both wings shivered all up to the tips of the primary feathers. Seeing the fidgeting of his mare, Wheeljack took a look between her legs. “Everything’s still in its place, so no problem here.”

“Please do that again…”

Looking back under her tail once again, the unicorn stood back up. “Must be a voyeur thing.”

A little louder this time, Velvet whimpered in need, “please touch my wing joint again!”

Smirking, Wheeljack plated a firm hoof squarely on Velvet’s ass. “I think you forget yourself, pet.” He then repeated the hoof strike on his pet’s other ass cheek.

“AaAAAH!” Velvet gasped, taking the two firm strikes, precum now starting to soak her pink panties. “I'm sorry Master!”

Appreciatively, Wheeljack used that same hoof to rub the panties over her tail hole. “One can learn. What does my needy mare need?”

“Your needy mare needs her Master to remove the sheath lock, please?”

Smiling broadly behind her, Wheeljack slid his hoof downwards so he could play with Velvet’s balls, caressing and massaging the heavy orbs. “Feeling a little cramped are we? Making a mess on the floor will get you in trouble…”

“Please Master!” Velvet begged, her sheath twitching uselessly, her panties soaked already. Wheeljack then lit his horn and, after making a very big to do out of it, unlocked and removed the sheath lock. Almost instantly her rather impressive - for a pegasus - length, sprang out to stand erect at full mast, popping out of the panties and dribbling pre onto the floor. “Thank you Master!”

Seeing she was free and erect, Wheeljack first prodded the mottled shaft and then the wing joint. He wasn’t done teasing just yet. “Somehow this wing is even stiffer…”

“Mmmmm buuuuck!” Velvet gasped, her wings iron hard.

Wheeljack nuzzled the left wing’s humerus bone and then he ducked underneath the wing to run his nose and ears through the quivering feathers. “There must be away for me to play with your wing until you explode.”

“AaaAAAAHN!” Velvet moaned a very lusty moan, “Y-Yes Master...oooh Buuuck...yes...li-lick and suck the feathers, rub the joints...please!”

The dark red stallion loved the begging note in his mare’s voice. That alone made Wheeljack hard himself. The unicorn experimented with a feather in his mouth to see if it made him throw up. To his surprise, he found it wasn’t nearly as bad as he had feared he pulled the feather taunt and suckled on it. At the same time he used a forehoof to massages where wing met the body. Immediately, Velvet drooled from her mouth and cock, “OOooooh yeeeeah...just like that...that's good Master!”

Moving from feather to feather, Wheeljack tugged each one taunt, but he was mostly just drooling on them. He sat himself so that both forehooves could play around the joint to the body. After a few moments of this, Velvet Sky was ready for blowing. “M-Master...please can I cum?”

“Told you what happens if you make a mess on the floor. It’s on you.” Wheeljack then went back to sloppily mouthing the feathers. Though she tried really hard not to, Velvet didn't last long and, a loud shuddering moan later, she came like a geyser all over the floor. “Such a naughty mare!” Wheeljack smirked, moving around the back with two love taps to her ass and played with the other wing. The unicorn was curious to see if she had anything left after that display and messed – nopony could call it preening – with the right wing.

As inexperienced and sloppy as Wheeljack was, he was good enough to keep Velvet Sky hard and panting. It was obvious even to Wheeljack that the wings he was slobbering over were immaculately cared for. At last though, the dominant pony had finally had enough teasing. He judged it was his turn to mount his mare. “I got you off,” he said, gently but forcefully pushing Velvet down. “And now time for you to be used.”

“Use me please, Master!” Velvet needed absolutely no encouragement to bend her forelegs and lift her ass up high in the air.

Wheeljack slid down Velvet’s panties and prodded her tail hope with his cock. Way too dry for his tastes. “Lube me up,” he said as he walked around to his pet’s mouth. “I don't think it is time to do the rough rider just yet.”

“Yes Master!” Velvet eagerly took Wheeljack’s hard cock in her mouth and slathered spit and drool all over it, too much, as the excess joined the mess already on the floor. Once he judged he was sufficiently lubed up, the unicorn wasted no time as he pulled out of Velvet's wet and willing mouth and quickly moves around to mount her. This was all about him, his need and his getting off, so he resolved to rut Velvet hard. “Oooh bu-buuuuuck…” he moaned, his cock swallowed up by his mare’s tight asshole in one thrust.

Velvet Sky was a very cooperative lay and she thrust herself backwards to meet Wheeljack's hard trusts until she came again from the force of the rutting, from the sheer pleasure of having the unicorn’s flare exciting her prostate over and over again. Not long after that, Wheeljack hilted for a last time, as he dumped his seed deep in her bowels. “Buck that was good!” he declared, gazing lovingly at Velvet’s gaping hole. “Now, go to the desk and let them know you'll be doing maid service in this room. Get what supplies you need to clean your mess up.”

“Y-Y-Yes Master…” Staggering to her hooves, Velvet Sky barely had the wherewithal to pull up her sopping wet panties, the cum leaking from her hole wetting them further. As she made her way to the door, her wings were at last down but her cock was still on show.

Felt, the sharply dressed stallion who was staffing the second floor desk, raised an eyebrow at the hot mess that walked his way. “Can I help you, Sky?”

“I...I am doing maid service in room seven, sir, as per my Master's orders. Where can I get the supplies I need?”

The earth pony stallion succeeded in not snickering, but he didn’t try in the slightest to keep the look of amusement from his face. Velvet was a fun pony to work with. He pointed a hoof to the left. “Through that door, Sky. A staff member will get you what you need.”

Velvet treated Felt to a low bow that showed off her raging erection. “Thank you, sir…” she gasped and, turning around, further showed herself off as she walked over to the door Felt had indicated.

Having been notified that a mare was there, the maid, a pegasus named Dusty, hoofed Velvet a little maid white lacy crown. “You need to remember to bring your own maid clothes as we don't supply those, Sky.” She then pointed to a yellow bucket on wheels. “Water has simple green in it so don't drink it!” There was a mop, duster, spray cleaner, rags, and even a slippery floor sign attached to the wheeled bucket. “You can leave it outside the door you entered when you’re done.”

“Thank you ma'am,” Velvet, playing her role well, set the lacy little crown on her head just so and she got the bucket on wheels and trotted out of the room, heading back to room seven where her Master was waiting.

By the time Velvet Sky got back to their room, Wheeljack was lounging on the chill out couch facing the door. “Your mane bow frames that maid's cap nicely.”

Velvet blushed as she felt her wings fluff up. “Thank you, Master.” Still blushing, she got the mop out and began cleaning up her mess from the floor. As she had kept her place spotless, she knew her way around a cleaning product or two. However, when she presented her ass to her lover, Wheeljack leered and whistled when the right view was presented to him.

Wheeljack thoroughly enjoyed the way that Velvet swayed and made the cleaning as sexy as she, determined to put on a good show, was able. “Lovely show!” the unicorn declared, clapping his hooves when Velvet had finished and the floor was clean. “You clean with a dancer's grace.”

“Your naughty mare had to be entertaining, no?" Velvet said, flashing her Master a winning smile. Remembering what Dusty had said, she left the room and placed the cleaning cart outside. “That. Was. Fun!” she giggled as she walked back in and stole a kiss.

“Yes it was,” the older pony patted the spot in front of him on the couch. “Snuggle time to recharge.” Obediently, Velvet hopped up on the couch and snuggled, holding Wheeljack tight in her wings. “You do need to teach me to preen properly.”

“And I will, sweetie…” Velvet replied, though Wheeljack didn’t answer. He was busy sleeping, using the pegasus’s wings as a pillow.

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