“You have a very nice place, Wheeljack,” Velvet Sky commented as the dark blue pegasus was led inside the six-bedroom detached house. White façade, porch, picket fence, the dancer was impressed. The subway ride to Stallion Island from Manehatten proper had been uneventful, not that either pony would’ve noticed a bomb going off, seeing as how they were kissing the whole way.

A quick inspection of the finely appointed ground floor confirmed Wheeljack’s suspicions. Namely, that Ratchet had not yet returned and, he knew for a fact that Hoist and Sparkplug were still at Caffeinated’s place working on Air Raid’s Audi R8. “As I thought,” he smiled, closing the front door, “we have the place to ourselves.” The dark red stallion then turned to address his date’s comment. “Raid worked out a deal with Caffeinated and we are currently leasing to buy. The garage isn't big enough for the workshop, but it does hold our van and flatbed truck.” With a nod of his head, Wheeljack then led Velvet up to his room on the first floor where he had the needed ropes. “Now to strip you down and dress you up!”

Velvet’s attention was everywhere as he walked through the house. Books had been taken from the bookshelf in the great room and not returned. A stack of magazines where heaped haphazardly on the coffee table. Sparkplug’s comic books and colouring books were on the floor…he was desperate to clean! He vaguely heard what the dominant stallion had said. “Caffeinated? That's the zebra who owns Stripes right? The decals on Raids car?” he giggled, “I still need to show you my collection…” whatever he was going to say after that died on his lips when he walked into Wheeljack's room and whistled. “And I thought I had toys!”

Wheeljack, surrounded by several vibrators, eggs, lengths of rope, a bridle and hoof cuffs held in his magical aura, snickered. “I may have been doing this a day or two longer than you.” Dropping the various toys onto the wide double bed, he used his magic as well as his hooves to undress Velvet completely.

With his mini skirt, corset, panties and socks all removed and laid around him on the floor, Velvet Sky stood in all his naked glory and, smiling, shook his head. “It’s kind of strange. Our kind are naked by default but, standing here now, I feel really naked.”

“Not that I’m complaining about that,” Wheeljack wiggled his eyebrows at his younger lover. “Nice view of your cutie mark, cutie.”

Actually blushing, Velvet’s first instinct was to use his wings to cover up. Though he was an exhibitionist at heart, this was an altogether different kind of exposure, one he was struggling with. “Well,” he tried to blow off his discomfort, “I'm glad you're enjoying seeing me without my armour on.”

Wheeljack was old enough – and experienced enough – to know that statement wasn’t just a line. He could tell Velvet was nervous. It was on him as the dom to make him as comfortably uncomfortable as possible. In a good way. “I'm going to wait till about four thirty to get you dressed, okay?” It was just after one then, as he picked up a length of yellow rope in his magic. “We can see if you can last three hours with this on.”

When Wheeljack picked up the rope, a whole load of unwelcome memories came flooding back to the submissive pegasus. Memories that had nothing to do with his current partner and everything to do with an earth pony he used to date. He looked more than a little apprehensive but, he nodded his head. “Let’s do it…”

Like an eagle surveying his prey, Wheeljack caught the look immediately and knew it was an issue that needed to be spoken about before any further play proceeded between them. “First things first, Velvet. Let's look around the place and get something to drink in the kitchen.” Going back out of his room, he made sure that the doors to his sibling's bedrooms were closed, as they were not for display.

“Thank you Wheeljack, I appreciate you taking a moment. I ah, I could use a drink.” As he was given the full tour, his earlier opinion that it was a nice place was confirmed. Aside from the six bedrooms, there was a full kitchen, dining room, great room, a den/library, and, in the basement was a guest room, a family room and a room Wheeljack described as ‘the play room’. There were three full bathrooms and Wheeljack, who had the master bedroom, also had a full bath just for him.

“You have done really well, or, Raid's done well for you,” Velvet giggled once they reached the kitchen upon completion of the tour. His hot host had been nothing but perfectly charming and easy going the whole time, and it went a long way to calming him down. “Listen, I'm sorry I got nervous on you, it's just been a while since I was tied up.”

Nodding, the older stallion stroked his white beard and mulled that over. “I guess it is why and how I'm tying you up that matters. When you strip off that dress at the open mic, I want them all to see the rope harness. I will hold suspending you from the ceiling for another day.”

“If you could, that would be great.” Velvet responded, taking the beer that was offered to him from the fridge. Cracking it open, he took a breath. “A stallion I was with just after the airship crash liked to tie me up. He said he had a new tie to try out. I didn't know he'd literally made it up. Anyway, as you can imagine, it went sideways, I went sideways and nearly broke a wing.”

Wheeljack wanted to spit out his beer and swear. It was irresponsible idiots like that who gave BDSM the poor reputation it still had in some places among the closed-minded morons who didn’t understand it and saw it as abuse. Wheeljack, and his sister Ratchet, had attended enough seminars, expo’s and demonstrations at Trixie’s Place to know you never tried out a new tie without discussing it at length with the submissive first. After all, they held all the power. “Velvet,” he said as reassuringly as he could, “I'm not going to bind your wings. I've seen you use them when you dance.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” Velvet Sky said after he had taken a long slow drink of his beer. He appreciated that and, he knew that his lover was a pony of his word.

After being around Air Raid all these years, Wheeljack fancied he knew when a pegasus was at ease. The wings, folded, looked comfortable and loose, the stance was relaxed. He patted himself on the back for a job well done. “So what else is iffy? I really haven't done much to redden that fine flank of yours.”

“Suspension is fine, I know you know what you're doing.” Velvet amazed himself at how much more relaxed he felt. Another sign his new Master knew what he was doing, alright. “You can spank me a bit more, though not the face darling, I need to be pretty. I'm really not okay with bleeding. That's the main reason why I split from the other guy. He was…too much and…not in a good way.”

“Immediate corrective action is okay then,” Wheeljack was speaking as much to himself as he was to his partner, “I'm usually not big on public display, but I'm growing fond of it just watching you parade around.”

“You really have to thank my sister for that. When I wanted to hide after coming out, she taught me to be fabulous!”

Silently, the dark red unicorn offered up those thanks to Velvet’s sister. He hoped that wherever she was, she could see how well he took care of her brother. “I'm used to being on the edge of the spotlight that is centred on Raid, and I've been happy with that. Away from here, I think I'm starting to enjoy riding your spotlight.”

“You sweet talker. It's thanks to my sister I'm the me I am today. You know what? She picked out my first dress.”

“I don't think I've picked out your last one,” Wheeljack smiled to himself as he swallowed what was left of his beer. “Come on, it’s time to get you ready.”

This time, when he too emptied his bottle of beer, Velvet had no qualms about what was going to happen. “Yes, I'm ready, sexy.” The dark blue pegasus followed his Master’s lead, not bothering to hide the fact he was looking under the unicorn’s white tail.

For his part, Wheeljack made no effort whatsoever to show off or hide. He was starting to grow fond of the idea of showing himself off. Back in his master bedroom he pointed to his personal bathroom. “Empty yourself before we start. It will be a while before you can do it out of the ropes.”

Nodding, Velvet Sky wisely chose to follow Wheeljack’s suggestion by going to the bathroom and relieving himself – not because he was nervous or anything, because he totally was not, at all – before freshening up and walking back out to the bedroom. “Wings up.” Wheeljack didn’t give his pet a moment to think before he started to apply a simple shell harness. One knot went over the pegasus’s tail hole and one well-placed knot pushed his balls forward. While there were no ropes over Velvet’s sheath, there was one right in front. The unicorn then followed up with some slim rope that formed an intricate cock and ball bondage, but the sheath opening was not blocked. “Wings down,” he ordered when he was done, “Walk around for me to see if it binds up.”

Tentatively, Velvet Sky walked around Wheeljack’s bedroom, first on his four legs and then, thanks to his training as a dancer, on his hind legs to get a feel for the ropes. They were certainly more expertly applied than the stallion before, especially the knot that pressed into his puckered asshole and the ropes binding his sheath. “They feel fine, Master. I can feel them, but they aren't too tight or constricting my movement any.”

Satisfied that the ropes were tight but comfortable enough for his lover to walk around in, Wheeljack proceeded to dress Velvet. First was the red panties, corset and dress, that he had purchased from Plaid Stripes at Rarity For You, followed in short order by a bit-less bridle. As he was being dressed, Velvet smiled a wide smile now that ‘her’ armour was back in place. It was strange how the transition took place. With every piece of clothing, the stallion became more and more the mare. “You are a pretty filly with all the bits I love…” Wheeljack kissed his special mare. “Time to brave the subway back downtown.”

Velvet insisted on putting on his red socks himself to complete the shift to ‘mare’. ‘She’ flicked her long luxurious mane and batted her eyes at her lover. “I'm sure I can brave the terrors of the subway with my strong Master holding my reins.”

Once the reins were in place, Wheeljack led his mare out of the house. “Walk beside me, please.” He didn’t like her a step behind. He wanted her where he could see her, beautiful as she was. “This will be your open mic debut?” he asked once Velvet had done as he had requested.

“I've heard of it, some of the other dancers at work have been to one or two, but I just dismissed it as karaoke.”

“I guess that is sort of what the name implies, no?” Wheeljack replied, a mischievous twinkle in the older stallion’s eye. “I'm eager to see if my pretty mare can out do her performance of last night at Trixie’s.”

Velvet Sky simply smiled knowingly as she sauntered alongside her Master. “You'll have to see, won't you?”

Smirking at his pet’s impudence, Wheeljack gave her pantie-clad ass cheeks a generous love tap, one that made her lift up her tail in that way he liked. “I guess I will, won’t I?”

The moment Wheeljack’s hoof touched her ass, Velvet’s wings fluttered upwards. Love tap though it was, it made her feel squiffy in the right places. “Oh...you won't be disappointed, Master, I promise.”

Very near the train station, they were ambushed by three unicorn mares and one pegasus stallion. “Wheeljack,” Mapper greeted the dark red unicorn, “when were you going to introduce me to this pretty mare?” she asked. Of the three mares, Mapper was not dressed at all. Serenity was dressed in a very nice gala gown, with panties, while Belle was wearing a cheerleader’s outfit, minus the pom poms. Tinkerer though was not dressed.

“U-U-Um,” Wheeljack stammered, caught entirely by surprise by the four ponies, the dominant stallion thrown for several loops, “maybe at Stripes?”

Seeing his Master falter, even a little, Velvet Sky decided to act. She wasn’t prepared to see him on the backhoof. Stepping forward, she wafted her tail under his nose and then she bowed politely at Mapper. “It is a pleasure to see you outside of Trixie's Place.”

The dominant mare that she was, Mapper utterly failed to acknowledge Velvet’s presence, the other two mares though did smile and Tinkerer gave the pegasus a nod in return. The pink unicorn had her narrow-eyed glare fixed on Wheeljack like a laser pointer. However, thanks to Velvet’s intervention, Wheeljack had recovered his wits. “How did you know we'd be here?”

Mapper’s gaze never faltered. “I’m not giving out state secrets for free.”

As Belle giggled behind her hoof, Wheeljack sighed. “Raid said you were hard to deal with…” he stopped that train of thought though when her eyes narrowed even further. “This is Velvet Sky. My intimate friend going on twenty-four hours now, and I know she will bring the house down tonight.”

Mapper’s critical gaze finally shifted to Velvet Sky, at last acknowledging the pegasus’s presence. To his credit, Velvet didn’t flinch. “Yes I will, Master.” She was completely unperturbed by Mapper’s lack of acknowledgment, for even at Trixie's Place the pink mare had quite the reputation.

“Challenge accepted,” Mapper glanced at Serenity and Belle, both mares seemingly up to the challenge that Velvet had thrown down. The four ponies then quickly fell in with Wheeljack and his mare, all six walking to the station.

“He, er, she,” Belle caught herself at the last moment, “won't have to compete with Wily, so it is possible.”

“There is still Shoe to contend with though.” Tinkerer replied, though he agreed with his wife’s statement.

Walking beside Wheeljack, the reins slack, Velvet took in the newcomers. She recognised Serenity from Trixie’s Place, though the other two were unknown to her. The chat though did interest her. “Excuse me, who's this Wily?” she asked, very curious as to how she'd be a challenge.

When Mapper nodded, giving her consent to speak, Serenity said, “She is a blind pegasus pony.” The teal unicorn kept her words to a minimum, as per her Mistress’s unspoken order. “She does poetry readings, and Las Pegasus show dancing.”

“Was she at the last open mic?” Velvet asked, something firing off a flash of recognition in the back of her mind. “One of the other dancers in my troupe at work was talking about a blind pegasus who read poetry.”

“She was.” Serenity spoke up once more. “She gave the zebra poet a good run for his bits that night.”

Walking along, entering the almost empty subway station – at that time of the early evening there wasn’t many ponies about – Velvet had a little think, putting two and two together in her mind. “Is she by any chance yellow and quite small?”

Tinkerer spoke without thinking. Not for the first time, as it happened. “Yes, she was tight…” he then paid for that quip when Belle whapped him hard on his ass. “Er, small, yes, I meant small.”

Mapper rolled her eyes as she led the way onto the platform. “Stallions.”

“Wily...Wildfire!” Velvet Sky suddenly realised just whom they were talking about. “The hero of the Broncs fire! I watched her get the medal in city hall the other day.” It had felt like the whole of Manehatten had turned out and squeezed themselves into the official building.

“Yes,” Belle grinned, “that that is our Wildfire.”

“Was Wheeljack talking about her?” asked Mapper, wishing that the subway train would get a move on and turn up already. She was here! She expected it to be as well.

“Not much,” Wheeljack explained, “She and Raid are close, so they filled us in on what was going on before we arrived.”

Velvet interjected, “Like Lady Octavia performing at the open mic?”

Mapper, distracted from waiting for the train, gave a small moan at being reminded of one of her favourite orgasms. “We sang together,” Serenity supplied in an attempt to be helpful.

“Sang?” questioned Velvet, “Forgive me, but I don't think she sings with anything but her cello.” She couldn’t remember any time where Octavia had actually sung.

“She sang that Lauper song rather well,” Belle added with a giggle.

Serenity smiled, “I enjoyed singing with Lady Octavia.”

Wheeljack then asked, “Will she be there tonight?”

“It is unlikely that Princess Luna will leave her behind. I doubt she wishes to suffer the wrath of Thespian being deigned a chance to give belly rubs.” Mapper responded, though the pink mare was still thinking about the night she had so completely humiliated Equestria’s greatest cellist.

“I would so love to rub Wily's belly again...”

Belle rolled her eyes at her husband, though she understood his sentiment. “You'll have to settle for rubbing mine.”

As he had no idea what they were talking about now, Wheeljack looked at Velvet and shrugged his shoulders. Likewise, Velvet returned the gesture, the pegasus not having the first or second clue what they were on about either. Instead, she chose to amuse herself on the platform by using her wing to lightly caress her Master’s flank. When the older stallion shivered at the touch, Velvet decided to up her game and she directed her wing tip under Wheeljack's barrel. That got a reaction. Using his magic, the unicorn twisted the rope harness Velvet wore until she whimpered and removed her wing. “There are times to be naughty, pet.”

Mapper was at once immediately impressed. “So very true, Wheeljack.” While Velvet let out a meep that was somewhere between aroused and embarrassed, Serenity lit her own horn and goosed the crossdressing stallion good and proper. “One does have to be good at being naughty,” from out of nowhere, she wielded a crop in her own magic and whapped Serenity’s ass twice. “Isn’t that right, Senior Pet?”

“I think I'll stick to being good at being good,” Tinkerer commented, not wanting similar attention from Belle.

Velvet, now stood rather funny now following the twisting of the ropes and the unexpected goosing, blushed most adorably. “Master told me I was good at being naughty.”

“You must be doing something right to get that rope treatment,” Belle snickered just as the train finally arrived. Serenity and herself were naturally autograph hounds, as they all fit into one car. Serenity, easily the most famous pony there, sounded like an everyday pony talking to them.

Velvet Sky though didn’t notice those interactions, she was smiling broadly and, when the train began to move, she snuggled up to Wheeljack, who placed his foreleg over his mare’s shoulder to pull her in closer. Velvet went in that little bit closer and kissed the dominant stallion’s neck. Wheeljack though lifted her head up by the chin and moved in for a more direct kiss to her lips. Velvet took that kiss and at first she made an attempt at fighting back with her tongue but ultimately she submitted. “I'm growing rather fond of you, Velvet,” he whispered in the pegasus’s ear.

“I'm growing even fonderer of you too,” Velvet purred as she returned to the urgent business of kissing Wheeljack’s lips off his face. When they reached Brooks, they changed trains, and again in Manehatten proper. All the time, still kissing, Velvet Sky didn’t really notice who boarded the train and who didn't, she was far more interested in resuming the one-sided tongue battle with her Master.

Thankfully, Wheeljack was on hoof to ensure that they followed the other four ponies to make the train changes. On the latest train, Velvet was once again snuggled up with her special pony. “So...” she whispered, “you're getting fond of me, huh?”

“You're bold, attentive, and excellent at pushing your boundaries, but you do respond very well.” Wheeljack said quietly in his mare’s ear.

“And you are strong, caring and not as grumpy as I've been lead to believe,” Velvet replied with another well-placed kiss.

“You must see me work in the garage on the car. I wouldn't want you to miss out on my grumpy side.”

“Sounds like it would be a good show. Would I need popcorn?”

“If there is a full buffet and popcorn provided, I will be there!” Belle declared heroically, much to her husband’s amusement.

“She does require that.” Belle, rather justifiably perhaps, gave Tinkerer her best eye roll number two for the popcorn comment. Just like before though, Velvet Sky was way too busy making out with Wheeljack on the train to notice the eye roll. She was still processing the fact that her stallion admitted he was getting fond of her.

“Let them know we are here,” Mapper sighed when the train stopped, to which Serenity lit her horn and strategically goosed both stallions with her hazel magical aura. Belle just departed the train in fits of giggles while Tinkerer just shook his head.

After a moment’s pause, Mapper and Serenity followed Wheeljack and Velvet Sky as they departed the subway. “Now that was rude…” the dark red stallion muttered just loud enough for his mare to hear. “Come along, pet, I’m not going to let that stop me from watching you dance.”

“I hope so Master. I have a rather special dance in mind for you.”

The walk from the subway to Stripes Cup of Java was a short and uneventful one. It was by now properly dark, Luna’s moon shining on the city below. Wheeljack, having discarded the reins, walked with Velvet into the coffee shop. There was already a good size crowd of about thirty in attendance. “The buffet is up and running at least, I see.”

Velvet, ever the attentive mare, was right there on cue. “May I get you something to eat or drink, Master?”

“Yes, fried is best. You want a beer?”

“Yes Master, Stable Hopper, please.” Even though she was an exhibitionist at heart, she knew she’d need a teeny bit of courage for the dance she had in mind. While Velvet was at the buffet table, Wheeljack went to the coffee counter, which was now also a cash bar. At the buffet table, Velvet scanned what was on offer for anything fried as instructed, giggling when she saw the fried zebra stuff on offer. “Excuse me,” she said to Tinkerer, who was also getting food, “are you performing tonight?”

Tinkerer shook his head, “Nope, the wife will be though. Most of the herd is in theatre. You see the mare working the sound board?”

“I do, yes.”

“That's Shoe, she’s your competition, and the stallion with her is Sonic, her husband. He is the one you check in with to get your name on the performance list.”

“I see,” Velvet said as she saw Wheeljack, armed with beers in his magic, wave to Hoist, Candyfloss, and Sparkplug who were sat at a nearby table already with some food and drinks. When she thought about the dance she wanted to perform, she blushed. “I'm going to perform the 'special' dance for my stallion.”

“Really?” Tinkerer was genuinely amazed and impressed at the same time. He knew exactly what Velvet Sky meant by the ‘special dance’. She was going to do the ancient pegasi love dance. “Well if you get Air Raid to raise her wings, drinks on me. If you get Airmail to do that, I'll provide a place to hide.”

Velvet giggled, “I'll take that challenge, Tinkerer.” Having loaded up two plates with fried goodies, she then headed on over to Sonic to let him know that she would be performing.

“What are you doing tonight, lovely lady?” asked Sonic, looking up from his clipboard.

“I’ll be dancing. It's a rather special dance for my stallion.”

“Erotic?”

“Intimate. The pegasi love dance.”

“Shoe,” Sonic got the attention of his wife, who came over from the sound board with a grin on her face, “this is the one Mapper told us about.”

Holding her hoof out in greeting, Shoe smiled. “Hi there, I'm looking forward to seeing your dance.”

Immediately, Velvet bumped Shoe's offered hoof. “Mapper did say you were my competition. I look forward to seeing yours as well.”

“Your choice, Velvet” said Sonic, “Do you want to be on before or after Shoe?”

“Before, please. Give your lady something to aim for.”

Sonic snickered, “Done.” On the way back to Wheeljack, who was now sat with his brother, sister and his marefriend, Velvet saw the four ponies they came in with along with the zebra that served coffee earlier, and several other mixed tribe ponies at another table. Being the professional dancer she was, Velvet recognised Recital, Requiem, Thespian and Trumpet. Velvet gave them all a cheery wave as she walked past to Wheeljack's table.

Just as Velvet was about to say hello to them all, Princess Luna, Lady Octavia, an elderly zebra mare, an elderly pure white earth pony mare in a nice dress and a well-dressed elderly earth pony stallion entered the coffee shop like it was an everyday occurrence. Greeting them, Caffeinated waved a hoof, and was acknowledged by them in turn as they split up to bar and buffet. “The Sorceress is here!” Sparkplug leapt from her seat, “I'm going to say hi!”

Poor Velvet though was not as composed as Sparkplug was. “The Princess!” she was open jawed just like Wheeljack was, but for entirely different reasons. “It's the Princess!” Thoughtfully, Candyfloss leant over the table and closed Wheeljack’s jaw while Hoist shut Velvet’s with his hoof.

As bold as you like, Sparkplug skipped through the coffee shop and over to Luna like she saw her every day of the week. “Hi there, Sorceress!”

“Hello there, flying buddy.” Luna smiled at Sparkplug as Octavia giggled behind her wrinkled hoof.

“Oh, that is what you did!” Snowfall, the elderly white earth pony mare joined Octavia in her giggles, “We wondered what you were up to when we came up and you were gone.”

Wheeljack, confused, asked, “What is going on?”

Thankfully Candyfloss was quick on her hooves – at least she was quicker than Hoist, at any rate. “Luna stopped by with Tempest and delivered a carrot cake last night.”

“You didn't see it in the fridge?” asked Hoist, who was sure that they would’ve seen it.

“I had lots of fun flying with you, Tempest and Requiem!” Sparkplug squeaked enthusiastically at Luna. Fortunately, she was far enough away from her oldest brother that her voice didn’t carry over the general hubbub of the ponies that were waiting for the open mic to start. “Even though I felt a little strange after the falling bit.”

“We ah...we were distracted, earlier when we were at your house,” Velvet Sky fluffed her wings proudly. “We didn't notice what was in the fridge.”

Princess Luna, who had a lot of time for the young unicorn, nuzzled Sparkplug’s cheek. “I see you're sitting with your brothers. You can come sit with us if it is okay with them.”

Octavia, who like her wife had a great deal of affection for the yellow mare, nodded her approval of that idea. “Yes, I didn't have a chance to talk with you yesterday, Sparky.”

“Oh, yes,” Candyfloss snickered, almost spitting her drink, “I imagine lollipop inspection can be very distracting…”

Looking over at the pit crew’s table, Luna didn’t even fight the urge to laugh. The sight of three blushing stallions was just too precious! “I thought for a moment that my sister had showed up. Felt like a solar flare over there!” Indeed, one could feel the heat from where she was.

Sparkplug, oblivious to all that, was too excited by Luna’s offer. “I'll go ask, Sorceress!” with that, she quickly scooted back to a heavily blushing Wheeljack. “Hey, Jackie, is it okay if I go sit with the Sorceress? Please, can I, please?”

“Sure,” Wheeljack agreed easily, “just make sure you don't share her drinks.”

“Thanks Jackie!” Sparkplug hugged her older brother tightly before she turned and walked back to the table that Luna was sharing with Octavia, Coffee Bean, Baron and Snowfall. On her way though, her last comment reached her family’s table. “Maybe I'll get lucky over there!”

Sparkplug’s voice did indeed carry, making Velvet Sky and Hoist both spit their respective drinks. Candyfloss by contrast just giggled. “So, Velvet Sky.” The pink earth pony mare levelled a stare at the pegasus, “I guess this is like meeting the parents for you?”

“Yeah, um, welcome?” Hoist said quietly when his marefriend nudged his shoulder.

“It's a little like that,” Velvet agreed, though she didn’t know the pink pony, she was strangely familiar from somewhere. “I know you, Hoist,” she offered her hoof for a bump, which Hoist returned almost instantly. “I've been a fan of Air Raid's for a long time.”

“Oh?” asked Hoist, the unicorn’s attention grabbed. “Even in the bad times?”

“Especially in those times!” Velvet Sky lifted her bottle up in a salute / toast, which the other ponies joined in with, “It’s like Scootaloo said, "A true fan supports their team, no matter what", right?”

Swallowing his beer, Wheeljack nodded, a great wave of affection for his beautiful mare flooding his chest. “I remember that. It helped Raid when everything was falling apart.” Hoist simply nodded at that. Those bad times in Canterlot had been bad indeed.

“That’s a pretty skirt, Velvet,” Candyfloss said, “Do you often cross dress?”

“Scootaloo certainly helped me when I was down,” Velvet commented in response to what Hoist had said. The pegasus then smiled at Candyfloss. “My sister used to dress me up after I came out, I've worn all sorts when I dance at Trixie's Place, and recently I've started wearing dresses all the time.” Prince Dusk had been a big influence in that aspect of his life.

“You wear it well,” Candyfloss giggled, “I'm sure Jackie enjoys a mare with a lollipop.”

“He hasn't complained yet,” Velvet announced with pride, “nor will I give him reason to.”

Sat at the table with his family, Wheeljack was rather enjoying how Candyfloss was teasing Hoist and, to a lesser degree, how she was being so welcoming to his mare. After a drink of his beer, he decided to get in on the action. Kissing Velvet’s cheek, he said, “This one is a tight as a vice grip.”

Despite Hoist being the target of Wheeljack’s tease, it was Velvet Sky who blushed so hard that her wings got all fluffed up. “J-Jack!” she squeaked, the pegasus quietly sipped her beer, running through the dance steps in her head while she recovered.

“That’s why I do my Kegel exercises, but I don't think that would work for you, Velvet.”

Wheeljack snorted at Candyfloss’s comment, the unicorn reminded why he liked her and how pleased he was that she was with her brother. “Ratchet talks to no end about that.”

“No, I ah, I don't think it would…” Velvet knew she was being teased and she was perfectly fine with that. “You work the carnival, Candyfloss? I can't imagine you inspect Hoist's lollipop for a living.”

“Living, no. Livelihood, yes!”

Following that priceless little gem from Candyfloss, Wheeljack performed a perfect beer spit take. “You're a wild one, little brother.”

Velvet laughed at that, she just couldn’t help herself. “It seems you aren't quite as quiet as the press says, Hoist.”

Hoist was just about to reply that yes, he was every bit as quiet and reserved as the press reported he was when in walked Air Raid, with Cream and Amethyst by her sides. As soon as Air Raid saw where they were sitting, the three mares moved over to their table. “Where’s Ratchet and Spar...”

“Hi Raid!” Sparkplug waved energetically from her present spot beside Luna. “I'm with the Sorceress!”

“Alright,” Air Raid amended her question. “So, um, Ratchet?”

“She is with her newest marefriend,” said Hoist, taking a drink of his beer. “Where you can't comment.”

“I'm with my newest marefriend too,” Wheeljack chimed in, not wanting to be left out, kissing Velvet Sky on the lips.

Velvet could tell by the look on Air Raid’s face that she wasn’t buying the fact that she was a mare. Which was understandable because the dark blue pegasus hadn’t gone to great lengths with any make up or things like that. And Velvet was perfectly fine with that. She was her own mare. She was about to say something, but mid-sentence her mouth hung open following Wheeljack’s kiss. “Ra-Ra-Raaaa…” quickly, she swallowed and, wetting her dried mouth, she tried again. “A-Air Raid…hello.”

“Congratulations, Jackie. Hello,” Air Raid held out her hoof for a bump. “I'm Air Raid.”

To Velvet Sky, it was like the universe was in slow motion when she bumped hooves with her hero and her idol. “Fan! Aaaah...I'm fan, a fan, big fan, of yours!” she cursed herself for babbling like an idiot. Way to make that first impression.

“Air Raid, this is Velvet Sky,” Wheeljack introduced his mare to his friend. “You two have something in common, which is why Velvet is such a fan of yours.”

“Well it isn't sex, so...” Air Raid’s grey eyes went wide as saucers as she suddenly understood what her mechanic meant by that. “Um, you, ah have, ah...”

Still in quite a daze, Velvet said, “Scootaloo's Syndrome, yes I have it.”

Sat next to Air Raid, Amethyst did not believe the pegasus’s claim. “Yes, very nice, talk later. You…” the pink zebra pointed her hoof at Air Raid, “Go get some tasty zebran snacks. You,” she gestured at Cream, “Go see if they have some of Mungu wa Usiku's favourite drink.” Once both of her pets had scurried off to carry out their orders, Amethyst turned her attention to Velvet, looking at him like she would a cricket. “So, you say you can't fly due to genetic defect?” She was sure he was using that as an excuse to get close to Raid.

“Amy...” Wheeljack paused when Amethyst raised a sceptical eyebrow his way. “Velvet does have it.” The same thought had occurred to him, though he trusted his pony.

“That's right, Ms. Amethyst,” kissing Wheeljack’s lips, Velvet stood up to face her sceptics. “It's fine, I understand it's a rare condition.” Making sure that there was adequate space around her, she flapped her wings so hard she made a breeze, though she remained glued to the floor of the coffee shop.

At last convinced, Amethyst waved a stripy pink hoof in the air. “Fine, ah, my treats and drink have arrived!” she beamed appreciatively as Air Raid and Cream delivered the food and drink to her. “You two may now get your own, and then you can talk.” The two headed back to the buffet table. “Will this one be in the pits, Jackie?”

“Race fan,” Wheeljack responded as Amethyst enjoyed her fresh mealworms, “She will sit in our reserved seating with the herd.”

Velvet Sky had to try very hard to stop herself from giggling like the huge fan-filly she was. She only just succeeded when Air Raid and Cream sat back down. “Air Raid, I watched your first race here in the stadium! I followed your career all the way from Canterlot, ever since the derby races when you were fifteen all the way till now.”

Smiling, Air Raid was impressed. “It’s good to know I have one real fan…eeek!” she squealed when Amethyst bit down hard on her ear. “From before I moved to Manehatten, I mean!”

“I even stayed loyal after that one time you drove motorcycles.”

Wheeljack and Hoist immediately started laughing loudly. Candyfloss though was confused – she wasn’t the only one, going by Amethyst’s expression, while Air Raid just shook her head at her own foolishness. “I learnt to never ever stick my head above the windscreen.”

“Forgive me,” Velvet laughed, “but it was funny when you slid down that fog bank. Just like a Saturday morning cartoon. I ah, I have a model of your car, I was hoping you'd sign it sometime?”

“Not a problem, Velvet,” Air Raid replied as she drank her beer. She was always happy to please a fan, as long as it was in her power to do so. ‘Always look after your fans’, Scootaloo had taught her, ‘because you never know how long they’ll stay fans’.

Seeing that Candyfloss still looked confused, Hoist added helpfully, “To Raid, clouds are always solid.”

“They are to me as well,” Velvet added, “Which I imagine doesn't help when you drive into one at sixty miles per hour…”

“I was an idiot,” Air Raid affirmed, though it wasn’t strictly necessary. The whole table knew she was an idiot, but she was their idiot. “I was way ahead and I wanted to see how far. Forgot about the fact that the fog was solid thanks to my defect. I rolled along ways on the track till I stopped.”

Velvet Sky stifled her giggles, “But thank you, for agreeing to sign my model. I appreciate it.” Appreciate it was a teeny bit of an understatement. To have Air Raid autograph the model she had built and painted – complete with opening doors, hood that lifted up to reveal the authentic engine and the steering wheel that moved the wheels – well, it was like her birthday. “Are you performing tonight? I'm waiting my turn to dance.”

Air Raid opened her mouth but it was Amethyst who spoke for her pet. “She is, as my personal waitress. She may have a difference performance after the show.” The dominant pink zebra pointed a hoof at Cream. “This one will sing with Serenity.”

“Both will be admirable performances, I'm sure.” Velvet though was also sure that at least among the pegasi in attendance, she would steal the show. Which was just how she liked it.

A moment later, Caffeinated stood up on a table and immediately commanded everypony’s attention. “Fillies and gentlecolts, everycreature, the open mic begins in fifteen minutes. If you have not gotten your name on the list, then do so with Sonic at the sound booth.” Little speech done, he moved off back to his table.

Candyfloss leant over and said, “This place is packed. Is it always like this?” Wheeljack shrugged at that, it being his first, he had no idea if this was normal or not.

“Wily said the last one was packed out. I guess this is a popular gig?” Air Raid offered, though she snickered when she saw Wheeljack’s pegasus practically dancing with anticipation on ‘her’ seating pad. “Eager, Velvet?”

“Yes!” she squeaked, “I am, eager, I mean.”

Wheeljack affectionately brushed a hoof over his mare’s cheek. “She’s as soft as velvet too.”

That got Velvet’s wings fluffing up with pride. “Only for you, Master.”

All of a sudden, the whole venue went very quiet. An almost unnatural hush descended on the coffee shop. Velvet soon saw why. Lady Octavia, along with her prized priceless cello, had taken to the stage. “Good evening,” she spoke softly though even without a microphone the place was so quiet her voice carried. “As you are aware, I've stopped preforming concerts, but I haven't stopped performing for my wife. This is for my Luna, but all of you are free and welcome to listen.”

Velvet Sky – and most of those at the pit crew table for that matter - was amazed at what she and they were seeing, and rightly so, usually one paid at least six hundred bits to see Octavia play. What amazed Velvet more was the sound. If heaven had a sound, then this was it.

Fifteen minutes later, when Octavia had finished her piece, the whole coffee shop erupted in thunderous applause. It was like a thunderstorm from a clear sky. It continued long after the First Lady had taken her seat by Luna’s side at the head table. “Now,” Sonic addressed the crowd, “what act would want to follow that?”

“I will!” Serenity squealed, the teal unicorn jumping up and down with her hoof up in the air. “I will, I will!”

Sonic snickered, for Serenity was probably the only mare in the coffee shop who could even hold a candle to what they had all just been treated to. “Okay, up next is Serenity!”

Up on the stage, Serenity performed a few lalalalala’s to warm up her professional alicorn-given voice and to show her vast operatic range. On cue, Sonic started up the music and out of Serenity’s alicorn-given voice came the discordant noise that was simply ‘Agadoo’. In response to this, Mapper did the only reasonable thing she could think to do. She hit her head on the table.

At the pit crew’s table, Wheeljack didn’t know the opera scene and, while he was not fond of the song, he at least resolved to do the hoof motions if Velvet did them too. With a groan, he realised that of course Velvet was doing them! Not only was Velvet Sky doing the hoof motions, she was up on her hind legs and performing an impromptu floor show.

Air Raid chose to follow Mapper’s example and she banged her head on the table.

While Mapper and Air Raid were trying to drown out the noise by banging their heads on the table, much of the audience in the coffee shop were following Velvet’s example. Chief among them was Luna, dancing to Agadoo on the table, much to Octavia’s delight. Some danced well, some not so much. Nopony cared though as they were all having a very fun time, the ice of the event well and truly broken.

“I think she may have stolen the show,” Luna smiled to her wife once Serenity had finished singing Black Lace’s ‘classic’.

Octavia just gave a shrug. “The show wasn't mine to start with.”

Mapper, her head still on the table, grumbled, “I'm going to need a lot of rolled up newspapers after this…”

After Octavia and Serenity’s stellar openers, a variety of acts came to the mic. Some ponies sang, some danced and some read poetry. “I'm starting to see the appeal of this event,” Velvet said with a smile as she nuzzled Wheeljack’s cheek. “Perhaps we'll come to another?”

Wheeljack simply nodded as Air Raid, in the meantime, was making herself busy serving Amethyst. Next on the stage, Thespian commanded all the attention, as did the sexy red corset, socks, panties she was dressed in. When she sang ‘A Little Bitty Pissant Country Place’, Serenity, Belle, Recital and Requiem all joined in on the chorus.

“Velvet,” said Shoe as she came up to the table, “you're on after the violin solo.”

“O-Okay,” Velvet found she was actually a little nervous, it was after all a very big thing she was about to do for a stallion she had just met. “T-Thanks, Shoe.” When the violin player was done, the solo was okay, the pony was still an aspiring player, Sonic called Velvet up.

‘I can do this. I can do this...’ Velvet Sky told herself as she kissed Wheeljack’s lips for courage and she sashayed up onto the stage and to the microphone, smoothing her skirt and making sure her mane bow was in place. “This dance is for Wheeljack, I'm dancing because...because I love him.” Once she was sure everypony was looking at her, particularly her stallion, the dark blue pegasus performed the ancient pegasi love / mating dance. It was most definitely not the Coloratura dance she usually did at Trixie’s Place. It was slow and graceful, using her wings for a great display.

Watching, Air Raid was absolutely stunned. “By Celestia, he's…she’s…really doing ‘that’ dance?”

Airmail was similarly amazed, though her wings weren’t erect like Air Raid’s were. “Somepony has it hot for pit crew, huh?”

“Tavi can do that dance without wings.” Said Luna, who loved the cute blush that adorned her beautiful wife’s face.

Belle leant in to her husband and snickered, “You haven’t done that since the time you proposed to me.”

Tinkerer laughed, “And you thought I was having a seizure!”

Among the watching crowd there was lots of murmurs from the audience along with more than a couple wingboners. When she reached the climax of the dance though, Velvet Sky couldn’t quite pull off the grand finale because she couldn’t fly. Instead, she reared up on her hind legs with her wings spread wide apart, feathers flared and head bowed. Air Raid, who was one of those with a boner, applauded rather loudly when Velvet was done.

Seeing as she knew the significance of the dance was completely lost on its intended recipient, nudged Wheeljack hard in the ribs to get his attention. “What did you think of your dance, Jackie?”

“It ah…” Wheeljack turned a stunned face to Air Raid. While the dance had been a very nice one, and he had been fascinated by it just like he had been by the dance at Trixie’s, to him it was just a dance. “Um…it was nice?” he offered lamely.

“Idiot,” Air Raid snorted and shook her head. “You take that stallion out of here and screw him into the ground until he either can't walk or he screams your name, whichever comes first.”

Candyfloss pointed a hoof at Air Raid. “What she said.”

“I wonder why he didn't finish it properly?” Airmail wondered out loud.

“Perhaps because he was inside?” Luna offered, to which Airmail just shrugged. Apart from the incorrect ending, it had been a perfect love dance. Seeing it performed so well gave her an idea for her blind fiancée’s return from Canterlot.

On the stage, Velvet Sky was panting hard once the required time of holding the finale position was done. Bowing low, she took her leave from the spotlight. Unfortunately, Wheeljack was still as clueless as ever. “So...it was a special dance, then?”

Shaking her head, Air Raid sighed. “It was ‘the’ pegasi dance. Like a marriage proposal kind of dance. I guess he really has Scootaloo syndrome, as the performer is required to take to the air and hold the final pose in a hover. It’s a very difficult thing to pull off.”

“But…But we just met yesterday…”

Air Raid laughed, “Well, it seems like somepony has made up their mind about you, Jackie.”

“And just when are you planning on doing that dance for me?” Amethyst asked, which served to shut Air Raid up and make her blush at the same time. Wisely, the lime green mare decided it was time to get her Mistress more drink, though she still had a huge wingboner to contend with as Velvet made her way back to the table, planting a long hard kiss on Wheeljack's lips.

“All that was for me?” asked the dark red stallion once he was able to speak.

“Yes, it was all for you,” again, Velvet kissed her stallion. “Wheeljack, I love you!”

While Wheeljack’s eyes went wide as saucers, Amethyst said, “Si kwamba hivyo tamu. Anatenda kama filly kidogo.”

Cream burst out into fits of giggles when her Mistress said Velvet was so sweet. The cream zebra’s giggles intensified when Amethyst said he was acting like an adorable little filly. Wheeljack though couldn’t understand her. “What?” he asked, unsure if he was being messed with.

Amethyst waved her pink hoof towards the coffee shop’s door. “You girls go have fun!”

Taking her turn on the stage, Shoe performed a complete striptease. Those that knew about Shoe, knew, but those that didn't, just didn't. As the striptease progressed, it did slowly dawn on Velvet Sky that Shoe wasn’t actually a mare. Certain things just didn’t look quite right. That was pushed to the back of her mind though when she saw the same stunned look was still adorning Wheeljack’s face. “Um...Jack? Are you okay in there?” the pegasus was worried she had broken her stallion.

Without a word, Wheeljack took Velvet’s hoof in his own and, lifting it up, gave it a kiss. “Let's take this back to my place, shall we?”

Shoe, on the stage, had reached that part of the striptease where ‘she’ was fully exposed. The earth pony showed no sheath, but the fur underneath was long, and on a spin, it looked like mare bits under the tail, but Velvet was positive it was all smoke and mirrors. Having seen enough, kisses Wheeljack’s lips. “Take me to your place and, take me at your place.”

“Take care brother, I hope I don't keep both of you awake. See you in the morning.” Sparkplug, still seated at Luna's table, waved at her brother and his partner as they departed for their more ‘private’ time ahead back at Wheeljack’s house.

~ ~ ~

As they had done on the two subway trains on the way back from the open mic night, Wheeljack and Velvet Sky fell through the front door of the unicorn’s six-bedroom house still kissing like teenagers. That is, until the doubt began to creep into Wheeljack’s mind. “Do you know what you're doing?” he asked once they were separated.

“Yes,” Velvet answered quickly, “I'm kissing your face off.” The pegasus then demonstrated that by kissing the older pony for the millionth time.

“I don't know what I'm doing,” Wheeljack admitted dejectedly, “I honestly don't know if I'm desperate, infatuated, or just stupid…”

For a moment, Velvet Sky paused in the very important kissing of his stallion’s lips. “Sure sounds like love to me.” She stepped back and smiled, though she held the unicorn’s hooves. “Wheeljack, I love you.”

Wheeljack though wasn’t as sure as his partner was. “I...I...I don't know, but I do know I want you in my life.”

“I suppose pegasi do act rather fast, don't we?” Velvet Sky giggled and kissed his nose. It was a little-known fact – little known these days anyway – that pegasi were naturally fast with matters of romance and coupling. It dated back to the time of the Unification, when they were warriors, they didn't know if they'd be alive tomorrow, so they’d do everything today. Unicorns and earth ponies were of course naturally slower. “I want to be in your life, and I want you in mine.”

“Pretend I'm an earth pony then. You're a keeper, but it will be a while before the engagement wing clip.”

“I can do that, and I promise I will go a little slower from now on,” she returned to the immediate and necessary kissing. “At least I know I'm not going to war tomorrow.” Velvet cleared her throat. “Would you like a glass of wine, calm those nerves, sexy?”

“Okay, that will be the last reminder.” Wheeljack now knew exactly what he had to do. Wine! Wine!? How dare his partner suggest he might drink wine! Wine! When there was beer! Wine indeed… “Grab two beers from the fridge and meet me in my room.”

“Yes sweetie,” after kissing Wheeljack’s nose, Velvet Sky swayed her way over to the kitchen and to the fridge to get the beers. In his master bedroom, the dark red unicorn waited, ready for action. On the way to bedroom, Velvet had an instinctive idea that Wheeljack had been burned in the past more than once. Once that realisation entered her brain, she kicked herself for going so quick. On her hind legs, she entered the bedroom with the beers held in her hooves. “Beer time, baby.”

In the bedroom though, Wheeljack was stood ‘ready’. Ready involved the riding crop held in his glowing magical aura. “Put them on the night stand, pet. I'm sure this will be thirsty work for me.”

‘Oh my oh my...’ the snicker in Wheeljack’s voice unnerved Velvet in a very good way. As soon as she heard his voice, her cock slipped from its sheath inside the red panties, making a bulge as she put the beers on the left side night stand. “Yes Master.”

“I have been saying since we met that I'd give you a spanking, but I’ve only given you a few love taps so far, but!” he paused as dramatically as he could, brandishing the crop in the air like a sword, “To suggest I might like some wine. Wine! Well, forelegs on the bed, ass in the air and keep that tail high. Now.”

‘Yes!’ Velvet cheered internally as she walked up to the bed and assumed the required position. She did so though as sexily as she could manage. She bent over the foot of the bed, her ass up high. She spread her hind legs wide apart but, for a moment, her tail lowered for a moment before it lifted, showing off the now very tight panties. Wheeljack enjoyed the view immensely, particularly the bulge of Velvet’s balls. “Being the first time, I'll let you keep that extra padding on your fanny.” He swung the crop and strike one hit with all Wheeljack’s strength, and he could lift a car, “But I won't go so easy next time!”

“AaaaAAH buuuuuuck!” Velvet screamed, though with the second strike she screamed a second time. Instantly she got harder, her impressive cock popping well out of the panties. Her tail lowered as his wings stiffened up from sheer arousal. “Th-Thank you Master! Pl-Please may I have another?”

‘Oh yes,’ Wheeljack thought as he used his considerable magical strength to pull Velvet up by the tail, ‘You can have another…’ He then proceeded to lay a firm hoof on each ass cheek. He just loved the way it rippled as he spanked it.

On the receiving end, Velvet was loving it. ‘Oh by Hurricane's feathers!’ she thought, dancing on the tips of her hind hooves, her ass quivered in the panties as she was spanked, leaking pre through the silken material. Wheeljack’s hooves were just as firm and powerfully strong as the crop he swung. “Tha-Thank y-you Master, please may I have another?”

Happy to oblige, Wheeljack put his multi-tasking to work and lifted up Velvet’s tail while delivering to more crop strikes. The sheer force of the blows made Velvet dance on the tips of those hooves, the sweet, sweet pain lighting up her ass with angry red welts. “Th-Thank...nnnggggh...oow...thank you! I'm sorry for the wine, Master!”

Softly, gently, Wheeljack rubbed Velvet’s ass. The older pony’s hoof felt each and every welt, feeling very proud that he had placed them there. “You won't find a bottle of wine in this house. Some strong spirits, maybe, but no wine. Grapes are for jelly.”

With the touch of Wheeljack’s hoof, Velvet Sky moved her ass backwards, eager to feel more of the hoof caressing her burning behind. Breathing heavily through her nose, Velvet squeaked, “I'm really, really sorry Master. I’ll remember next time Master, I promise.”

Looking proudly at his work, Wheeljack was impressed that Velvet hadn’t used her safe word yet. Seems she was tougher than the skirt and panties would suggest. “You haven't safe worded out yet, but now it’s time for the next activity.”

“I-I'm ready Master!” Velvet Sky wasn’t close to stopping the fun just yet, she could take a lot more.

“Good!” Wheeljack declared before moving alongside Velvet, laying down on the bed and lifting up his white tail. “I want you to show me how much thrust you have left in that tender ass of yours.”

After receiving the many crop and hoof strikes, Velvet’s ass was justly tender. As the pegasus slowly lifted up from the bed, he sloughed off the feminine persona, casting the ‘her’ aside and becoming ‘himself’ once more. Stood up, he slid the panties down his hind legs and got rid of them. Next to go was the skirt as his hoof caressed Wheeljack’s exposed ass. “Lube in the nightstand, sexy?”

“Great minds to think alike.”

“That's what a nightstand is for, sweet cheeks!” Velvet smiled and he quickly retrieved the lube from the drawer. “You even have cherry flavour!” Getting in position behind Wheeljack, the pegasus squirted a liberal amount on the unicorn’s ass and then he used his tongue to properly apply it.

Wheeljack was very much enjoying the service. As it happened, Velvet was very good at what he was doing. Using his forehooves, Velvet parted Wheeljack’s ass cheeks and in short order he was eating his ass out like it was a gourmet meal. He was tongue fucking the unicorn’s ass so hard he had to apply more lube. He then applied a load to his cock for good measure before rearing up and prodding Wheeljack's wettened lubed up asshole. “Are you ready?”

“I was ready before you were born, colt.”

Without further ado or hesitation, Velvet Sky thrust his hips forwards, feeling his flat head slip inside his lover’s prepared hole. He did not stop at his medial ring. He simply felt it touch the puckered sphincter and thrust harder until it too slipped inside with a wet schlupping sound. Velvet only stopped when his hips meet Wheeljack's ass. “It seems you're right, beautiful!”

Wheeljack, for his part, was determined to make it as difficult as he could for Velvet to pull back. “Jackie, you have the best ass I've ever bucked…” Velvet sighed, his forehooves on the unicorn's shoulders. He eventually pulled back and slid back inside, though he was not as fast or hard as Wheeljack was.

As he slowly bucked Wheeljack’s asshole, Velvet did not notice that the unicorn’s horn was lit. He did however notice when the riding crop slammed into Velvet’s ass cheeks one after the other on an in stroke. “Do put some effort into it!”

Velvet’s squeal of surprise warred with the snort of arousal to produce a rather unique and hitherto unheard sound. He could feel his ass becoming quite tender. This time when the pegasus snorted through his nose, it was full of lust and need, his next thrust was hard and fast. “Yeah, that's putting it into fifth gear!” Wheeljack moaned, he wanted a good buck, not a slow burn. He delivered another slap of the crop, but not as hard. “Pedal to the metal!”

Letting out a whinny from the crop strike, Velvet sped up. “I'll show you my top gear!” he pulled back hard on Wheeljack's shoulders as he buried himself deep in his ass hard and fast. As his magic faded in place of the intense sensation he was feeling from having Velvet’s cock rub his prostate, the crop fell to the floor.

Velvet then leant forward over his lover’s back and took a long slow lick of his horn, in addition to rutting his ass like he was in heat. It wasn’t long, thanks to this treatment, that Wheeljack lost his load. With a loud scream, the older pony’s cum blasted out underneath him.

A couple of thrusts later and Velvet Sky came too. The dark blue pegasus filled Wheeljack’s colon and bowels with his hot sticky white seed. Though he had cum, he stayed hilted inside his lover. Leaning over the unicorn’s back, he sucked hard on his horn like it was a second cock. “Now, I'm gonna blow your mind…”

As he laid chin down on the bed, Wheeljack gave a pleasant mmmmmm. It was good, it was just a shame it came after having his ass reamed good and proper. “Enjoy, but my horn's spent. It still feels nice though.” Velvet did suckle on the horn for a little while until he started to soften, then he laid next to Wheeljack who kissed him. “Good to know you can set the mare to the side when needed.”

“I don't always wear dresses and skirts, Wheeljack,” Velvet Sky winked and kissed the older stallion’s lips.

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