“That... dirty little...!”

“What’s wrong, Soar?”

Soarin’ just pointed a hoof towards one of the private VIP boxes. It was completely enclosed in glass, with a portion of it covered up so that anypony lower than it wouldn’t be able to see in. Spitfire looked in the direction he was pointing, and heard her wings spring open.

“Is he seriously...?!”

“Yup.”

“...Whoa. You got yourself one kinky coltfriend, bud.”

Soarin’ sighed and buried his face into his hooves. “No kidding. I got used to the bondage and stuff --”

“Wait wait wait, he’s into bondage?!”

“Spit, I’ve lost count how many times I’ve come home from practice and found him on our bed tied up, gagged, and ready to be rutted into next week.”

“...Okay, what the buck, why is it you always get the good stallions?!”

Soarin’ chuckled a bit, “You need to work on your swag, pony-gal.”

“Shut up.”

“And now it seems he’s also into exhibitionism...”

“What? Do you not like that? I can take him off your hooves if it is...”

He rolled his eyes at her prods. “No, the problem here is that it is turning me on. Big time.”

Spitfire blinked and, after glancing around and making sure nopony was looking, unceremoniously looked at her best friend’s underside. Yup, sure enough, there it was.

“I’ll ask again: why do you always get the good stallions? Especially the good stallions that are bi like you are?”

Soarin’ chuckled again as he stood up and tried to hide his erection. “I have no idea. But the moment this show is over...”

Spitfire rolled her eyes, “I’ll cover for you so you can get your revenge.”

“Thanks, Spit. I owe you one.”

“I’ll say you do.”

There was silence for all of five seconds as the both of them stared unabashedly at Soarin’s purple pegasus coltfriend. In the private box Soarin’ had gotten him, the stallion was unashamedly leaning back and showing off his own erection, stroking it slowly all the while. Noticing the attention from the ‘Bolts, his smirk grew and he started to stroke himself a little more enthusiastically. A powerful blush covered the two flyer’s faces immediately and they looked away.

“...Is it possible I could call that favor in now?”

“You want to see if he’s in for a threeway sometime?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Considering the other stuff he’s pulled, I’m going to guess that he is.”

“Alright, Wonderbolts, get ready!” Called their manager.

Spitfire and Soarin’ looked at each other and their equally stiff wings. “Buck.”

All throughout the show over Canterlot stadium, Soarin’ kept glancing through his flight goggles at his lover. Each time, it made his extremely stiff dick throb painfully against his flight suit. His jaw clenched progressively harder, and it took an increasing amount of focus to ignore his growing arousal. This was made almost impossible by the large amount of pre that was starting to pool around his swollen dick.

It didn’t help when one of the times he looked over was right as that sexy-ass stallion blew his load all over his own face and chest. Dear Celestia, he looked fucking sexy like that! Soarin’s teeth ground together as he used every last ounce of willpower he had left to ignore his extremely painful erection. Only a few seconds later, the show finally ended and the team landed on their finishing platform. They stood there for a short time, eyeing the audience. Soarin’ kept his eyes on his lover’s area, where the stallion had stood up and, with a knowing wink, licked off some of his semen from his hoof and headed towards the back halls.

“Spitfire?” He hissed, teeth still clenched.

She glanced at him and his tense muscles.

“Please tell me I’m dismissed.”

“I saw some of those things he did, go ahead.”

“Thank you! Oh, Celestia, thank you!”

She giggled. “Just go and take care of that thing already, will you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Soarin’ left not a moment later, heading straight for the hallways that were closed to the general public. He didn’t bother taking his time, he galloped straight for his private room in the stadium. Sure enough, the door was ajar, and the lights inside were already on. Shoving himself inside and slamming the door shut behind him with a back hoof, he looked at the cot, where his lover was lying back and waiting.

“Mmm, you look pretty tense there, Soar’,” He teased.

Soarin’s face flushed as he stormed over. “You... you... you dirty... horny... stupid sexy sonuvabitch!”

Soarin mashed his lips against his lover’s, not bothering to hide his groan. His lust, his desire, having built during the entire show was finally being granted a method of release. He finally pulled back after a solid two minutes of lustful kisses and moans, their tongues wrestling ferociously.

“Muse, seriously, what the fuck... do you have any... idea how fucking hard I am right now?!”

Muse Scroll only grinned wider as Soarin’ very quickly stripped himself of the restrictive flight suit. Without pretense, he was turned over and felt the larger, more muscular stallion above him press against his tailhole. It took almost no time for the slick, pre-drenched cock to slide into his tight ass. Groaning in pleasure as his own dick pulsed from how awesome it felt, he reveled in having his lover grasp his hips as Soarin' began to absolutely ravage him. 

Soarin’ leaned forward and bit down on his lover’s red and off-white striped mane, pulling back hard. He had found out about this weak spot by accident early on in their relationship, and every time it worked in exactly the same way. Grasp a mouthful of mane, right where it met the back of his head, pull hard enough to make his lover’s head pull back, and be rewarded with a lovely gasp of desire.

The Wonderbolt’s thrusts grew in power and speed and ferocity, letting his primal instincts and lust take control as he mated the stallion below him. Purple wings had long since shot up and stiffened, begging to be bitten and taken like a mare. Soarin’ wasn’t sure why Muse liked to be rutted so roughly, but it was certainly pleasant for him. That wonderfully warm and tight asshole, squeezing his stiff dick perfectly as he pounded his lover’s backside with each thrust. Not to mention the fact that despite being a stallion that was actually able to somewhat keep up with him, Muse Scroll had a variety of soft, feminine features to his build. It just made him that much sexier.

“Oh goddess, I’m- I'm close!”

Soarin’ gave a slight grin at hearing Muse gasp that out. He was damn close too, he had been this entire time, all because of that obnoxious teasing he’d watched in the stadium. He could feel that familiar sensation of a building pressure in his loins, his balls tightening up against his cock and preparing to relieve him of his ridiculously high arousal. Tugging harder on that lovely mane, he finally, finally climaxed. With a loud gasp, the stallion below him shuddered as he, too, went over the edge and proceeded to make a mess of Soarin’s cot. The two of them stayed there, held close, as they rode out their orgasms together. It took several moments for Soarin’ to let go of his lover’s mane, and he smiled tiredly as Muse collapsed onto the bed. He gently pulled out of that wonderful ass and lay down next to him, proceeding to calmly preen those lovely wings.

“Okay,” Soarin’ began to ask, his voice muffled as he messed with large purple feathery wings. Muse giggled at the way that lovely bass tickled his feathers. “Seriously, Muse. What made you do that?”

“Well...” Muse began, pausing as he sighed contentedly at the attention. He relaxed into his lover’s embrace, nuzzling into that gorgeous navy-blue mane and inhaling the musky scent in it. “I thought that the private box would be like those ones in the opera house. You know, open at the top with a small barrier to keep me from falling. I didn’t expect it to be encased in glass and to completely obscure me from everypony that wasn’t flying in the team.”

“So it was a spur-of-the-moment decision?”

“Pretty much. Worked pretty well, too.”

“Damn right it did. Does this mean you’re into that kind of thing now, too?”

Muse grinned, “Considering how well it worked, fuck yeah.”

Soarin’ chuckled. “Just so you know, we owe Spitfire for covering for me while I came here to punish your ass.”

“Oh?”

“She’s looking for a threesome, if you’re up for it.”

“A chance to have sex with a mare as sexy as her, with you? Hell yeah!”

“I thought you’d say that.” Soarin’ finished preening Muse’s left wing, and smiled as it wrapped around him and pulled him close. Muse still had his muzzle buried in his mane, and was still nuzzling his neck and breathing in his scent. He used his hooves to gently pull the other purple wing closer to preen it. “When?”

“Whenever. Hell, I’d do it right now, but I’m spent.”

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t. Did you have to explode all over yourself in the box?”

Muse snorted into his mate’s fur. “What, you saying you didn’t like my show?”

“No way, it was fucking sexy. Spitfire got pretty turned on, too, though.”

“Stiff wings make it hard to fly?”

“More like my dick kept begging to get shoved in your ass.”

“Mmm, you were pretty hard. I don’t think I’ve seen you that stiff before.”

“I’ve never felt that stiff. My flight suit got wet from all that pre I soaked it in.”

Another chuckle ruffled Soarin’s fur and mane. “Then I guess you’ll just have to go back out in your super-sexy uniform or your other flight suit. Aw, shucks.”

Soarin’ finished preening Muse’s wing in time to laugh as well. He took a moment to nuzzle the red and off-white mane atop his lover’s head, breathing in his scent, just like Muse was doing for him. The off-white stripe that flowed along his head, surrounded by that lovely dark-red, and spiked back carelessly was beyond gorgeous in Soarin’s eyes. Both of them had unusually long manes and tails for stallions, but they worked the way they were, as far as they were concerned. They spent a few minutes letting their bodies recover from the passionate sex, holding each other close with their wings and once more memorizing their lover’s scent.

“I need to get going to the aftershow party,” Soarin’ finally said.

Muse groaned slightly. “No ya don’t. This is the aftershow party.”

He chuckled, “You can come with me, you know.”

“And flirt with you until you rut me in the bathroom like you did last time? I don’t know, I’m still sore.”

“Oh shut up and follow me.”

“Don’t you need your flight suit?”

“Nah, we take ‘em off for our party. We sometimes bring in mates, so that’s why you can come. Remember?"

“Oh yeah. Cool. I’ll have to leave early, I need to make more progress on my story.”

Soarin’ paused in the hallway outside the party room long enough to kiss his coltfriend. “Just make sure you kiss me before you do, got it?”

Muse Scroll smiled slyly, “Yes, sir.”

They shared a quiet chuckle and headed inside for the party. The team already knew about their relationship, and while one or two had objected to it at first due to the orientation, they had eventually backed off. Spitfire came over first and greeted them warmly. Muse was quick to bring up her called-in favor, trying to come up with a planned date. She blushed pretty heavily, making Soarin’ laugh, and said they could decide that at a later time. The rest of the party went rather smoothly, with some games and conversations to pass the time. The punch was spiked with alcohol, but only slightly. Both Muse and Soarin’ had a few cups, and the purple pegasus left a few hours early, with a pleasant, quiet buzz going through his head. Soarin’ didn’t stay much longer, either. 

“Hey, Soarin’,” Muse greeted from the dining room, laboring over the dinner table. The mahogany wood was covered in papers and quills, all of which either had some sort of rough sketch of a character, an outline for a plot, or an actual rough draft of a chapter. “How was the party after I left?”

“Pretty much the same as all the others,” He answered, coming over and kissing the purple pegasus on the cheek. He wrapped hooves and wings around his lover, tiredly burying his face in that wonderful mane. "What story are you working on now, again?"

Muse smiled at the weight of his coltfriend on his back. He ignored the slight scent of alcohol on his breath and in his fur, choosing to simply enjoy the embrace. He felt his wonderful lover’s hot breath on his ears, two sky-blue wings unfurled to loosely hug him as well.

“Mmm... I know Princess Celestia did a good job with the night sky, but her sister does it so much better,” Soarin’ commented. Muse’s smile widened, knowing his coltfriend was looking up through the skylight above the dining table. “I do like the idea of the moon changing how it looks at night.”

“Yeah, that is pretty cool.”

“But I still say that on the nights when she puts up a full moon, like tonight, are the best.”

Muse nodded absently. He continued to focus on writing his story.

The guard went after the -- wait. Full moon?

Dread started to creep into his mind as he tensed. Slowly, ever so slowly, he looked up in the same direction as his coltfriend.

No... no... NO!

Soarin’ was too focused on the moon and stars to notice his coltfriend’s distress until it was too late. One moment he was staring at the gorgeous night sky, the next his head rest had vanished. With a solid thunk, his jaw hit the table.

“OW! Muse, what the --”

Soarin’s voice caught in his throat at what he saw. A purple stallion with the most beautiful red and off-white striped mane, with eyes showing nothing but terror. That’s all that he saw in those golden orbs. A deep, powerful fear as the moonlight shone on him. Sweat was already gleaming on Muse Scroll’s forehead, as he struggled to remain calm. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes shifted back and forth between Soarin’ and the full moon above them.

“Muse...?” Soarin’ started to slowly reach a hoof out.

Something he’d never seen happened. His coltfriend backed away. He swallowed.

“I... I...”

Then he bolted. Muse Scroll bolted from his coltfriend. The very same Muse that, a year and a half ago, had declared that he would love Soarin' until the day he died. The same pony that had been stubborn enough to face down a royal guard that had been picking on them for their sexuality. He had just run away. Soarin’ didn’t know what to do. He stared down the hall towards their shared bedroom, the door having been slammed shut.

“Muse?” He asked quietly, slowly coming closer. Then he noticed a soft, magical light coming from the cracks in the door. “Muse, are you alright?”

There was a gasp from the other side of the door. “S-Soarin’?!”

The ‘Bolt frowned. His coltfriend’s voice was a baritone, not an alto. “Muse, I’m coming in.”

“NO! DON’T --”

It was too late. The door had opened. The light cast by the magic had vanished. Both ponies had frozen in place. Soarin’ stared at what he saw. A purple mare. She had the same mane and tail as his coltfriend, and appeared to be scared out of her wits. And from the way she was looking at Soarin’, she was afraid of him. She slowly stepped back from the center of the bedroom Soarin’ and Muse shared, bumping her hind leg into the edge of the bed.

“S-S-Soarin’... I-I...”

The voice was completely different. The body was similar, just significantly more feminine. Not in a bad way, though -- this mare was sexy as Tartarus. The purple fur suited that figure, the soft, supple curves helping to make the smooth coat and those big wings shine wonderfully in the bright moonlight. Golden-yellow eyes shone with fear and worry, but not fear for Soarin’s presence, but more like a fear of a deep secret being discovered. But... the attitude, the way she held herself...

“Muse...?” Soarin’ whispered softly, reaching for her.

That seemed to be the breaking point for the poor mare. Tears, shining in her eyes throughout the encounter, slipped out of her eyes and down her soft, round muzzle. She dove forward and engulfed Soarin’ in a strong embrace, nuzzling against his neck and burying her face into his mane. He could feel his fur growing wet from her tears as she sobbed.

“I-I-I’m so sorry for hiding this from you! But please, please.. please don’t leave me! I love you so much!”

Confusion was all that Soarin’ felt at the moment, but he wrapped his hooves around the poor mare anyway. She trembled in his embrace, and he gently rubbed her back to soothe her. 

“I’m sorry... I’m so, so sorry... don’t leave me... please don’t leave me.”

“Shh... shh... I’m not going to leave you,” He softly whispered into her ear. “Just... just explain, okay?”

She nodded slightly. “Can... can you keep holding me?”

Soarin’ nuzzled against her mane and breathed in the scent there. It was extraordinarily similar to his coltfriend’s. Too similar to be a coincidence.

“Of course I can. I won’t let you go.”

This seemingly female version of Muse sniffled a little. “You know about those poison joke plants in the Everfree Forest?”

“Yeah, I know about ‘em. You pranked the team with ‘em once.”

“Heh... Spitfire becoming Coldfire...”

Soarin’ chuckled as well at the memory. Muse Scroll had slipped the prankster plant into the team’s suits as a powder, and as per the plant’s effects, they were affected the next morning. Soarin’ became Crashin’, Spitfire became Coldfire... the name puns were endless. It was also the best prank the entire team had ever seen, especially since Muse had been brilliant enough to curse himself as well, just to help hide the fact that he’d been the one to do it.

“Well... there was... an accident. I was helping an old friend of mine. This is pretty soon after Princess Luna came back to us, so it was about five years ago. Anyway, this friend was working on a potion that involved liquid moonlight and a pegasus stallion’s feathers. And since we were pretty close friends...”

“How close?”

“Friends-with-benefits, but nothing more. We tried being more once, it didn’t work out. We weren’t into each other in that way, but we agreed to keep the sex. Too much fun. She’s the reason I’m so in to the bondage stuff, y’know.”

Soarin’ snorted at that. “And?”

“Well... we made a mistake. There was a vial of a poison joke sample. You know, for other tests and stuff.”

“Yeah? Oh, no...”

“Yeah... it slipped off the shelf. The old case it was in lost its cover and a petal fell into the liquid moonlight. It reacted pretty violently, and I ended getting coated in the stuff. Next day I woke up a mare. We laughed it off, as did my other family and friends, but we weren’t worried.”

“Because poison joke's effect wears off after a couple days, right?”

“Right... so when I was still a mare a week later, we decided to seek help. Specifically, Princess Luna.”

“How’d that go?”

“You can see how it went. She was able to remove the magical influence of that stupid flower for the most part, but... the liquid moonlight had embedded a portion of it into me permanently. If she tried to remove that part, well...”

“More harm than good?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Because of the magical effects that were left behind, I was stuck as a mare for another week, but... nnnhh, aww shit...”

“What? What’s wrong?”

The mare in his arms squirmed a bit, blushing pretty heavily at the overwhelming musky scent of the stallion around her.

“It makes me horny as all hell. Not -- oh, Luna, you smell wonderful -- unlike a mare in heat.”

“...Oh.”

“Yeah... back then, I was stuck as a mare for another week, and I felt the same thing that -- hnnn -- I’m starting to feel right now. Princess Luna put a contraceptive spell on me and assigned four of her guards to me. Something about feeling sorry for it being her liquid moonlight being the cause of making this permanent.”

“...Four night-guards?”

The mare in his arms drooled slightly at the memories. “Mmmhmmm... oh goddess, they were good at taking care of me...”

“Stop it. What does that have to do with you being a mare now?”

“Well... after that week, I changed back. A couple of those guards became fuck-buddies like my other friend, despite my gender change. One of ‘em I even dated for a while. Mmmf, that guy has a hell of a submissive streak, if I remember correctly. Loved playing the pet... I wonder if he still has that collar I got for him...”

“...You are inviting him over for a group sexing as soon as possible, got it?”

Muse grinned, “And what about the other guy?”

“Sure, why the fuck not? We’re gonna be having sex with Spitfire one of these days. Anyway, continue.”

“Right, right... after that, because of the moonlight’s effect and how it was concentrated at the time, its... curse, for lack of a better word... only activate under the light of the full moon. It’s the only part of the cycle that gives off enough light to be the equivalent of its liquid form. It’s on those nights that I turn into a extremely horny mare. I’ve... lost more than one lover because of this. It’s the reason I moved to Canterlot, because of all the damned rumors those assholes spread about me back in Seaddle.”

Soarin’s grip tightened, his wings stroking her back soothingly. “I swore that I wouldn’t leave you, remember?”

“Of course I remember. I swore the same to you. It was when we decided to go steady a year and a half ago.”

Soarin’ smiled. That cemented it for him, this really was Muse Scroll. She was the same pony he’d fallen in love with; she was the same pony he’d made love to on more than one occasion; and she was the same pony that had just today shown that she had quite an exhibitionist streak. The two of them simply held each other for a moment, enjoying each other’s embrace and warmth. Muse was very content to remain in her lover’s hold, muzzle once more buried in his mane and breathing in his musky scent.

Unfortunately, that very same scent showed how young and virile Soarin’ was. Not to mention how insanely sexy he was.

And it was driving her libido and arousal up the wall.

“Ah!” Soarin’ cried, jolting in their hold on each other. He pulled away to look her in the eyes at her now-slightly-shorter-than-him height. “What the fuck, Muse? You bit me!”

“Mmf, that I did, sexy,” She purred. The look in her eyes made him gulp, because the message was very clear:

‘We are going to fuck. We are going to fuck hard. And we are going to do it right now.’

She dove back towards his neck faster than he could react, and nipped at it again. He gasped despite himself. It was so... primal. So full of lust and pure need. This mare wasn’t asking for permission. She was going to tie him down if she needed to.

“Nng, Muse... ah!”

At that moment, she had bitten into the joint between his neck and shoulder, and suckled at it like it was a teat. The sensation of his fur and the skin under it being pulled like that was incredible. It would leave a mark, but at the moment, as she pulled back and licked it, he didn’t care.

“You, my sexy stallion,” Muse purred quietly. She paused long enough to trail kisses up from the hickey all the way to the underside of his jaw. “Are going to make me your mare tonight. And I am not taking no for an answer. Got it?”

Soarin’ grinned viciously. He grabbed Muse Scroll in his hooves, making her gasp in surprise, before moaning loudly as he bit her shoulder and suckled it the same way she’d done to him. He trailed up the side of her neck, doing this every couple of inches. He was going to declare to all of Canterlot that he had fucked this filly with these marks.

Hell, he’d make sure that all of Equestria knew that this filly... this mare was his now, and would be his until they died.

Soarin’ didn’t stop leaving marks until both sides of her neck had them. He then leaned in close to her ears, letting his hot breath and snorts make them twitch. “Get on the bed and put your ass in the air... slut.”

Muse Scroll shivered. She’d been called that a few times before, as both genders. It usually rather hurt. But right then, when the stallion she loved more than anything in the world, had whispered it into her ear like that... it was so sensual... so fucking hot... that it only made her pussy wink and grow even wetter. She moved away from his hold and put her front half on the bed, sliding it forward until only the very tips of her back hooves were touching the cloud floor.

She didn’t get to do anything else.

Because at that instant, Soarin’ had pounced. He gripped her hips tightly, his hooves pushing her back legs apart. Muse gasped and groaned as his thick, hot penis rubbed against her folds and made a wet mess of her belly fur. She felt his weight against her back, her wings springing open as he did so.

“Mmm... that’s right, put out those wings,” He whispered into her ear. This sudden dominance from Soarin’ was new, a bit frightening... and insanely arousing. He kept rubbing his erection against her folds. Slowly.

“Nnnnggg... S-Soarin’, please...!”

She could practically hear his shit-eating grin, “Beg.”

Muse whimpered slightly, “Please, I need you... I want you so bad...”

“Not good enough.” Soarin’ thrusted against his lover’s sopping wet vagina, making her whimper again. He was holding her tightly enough that she couldn’t move to try and please herself. “Tell me what you want.”

“I... I... I want you to fuck me!” Muse cried. Desperation filled her voice. “I want you to take that big, fat cock and shove it into my cunt! I want you to bite my wings and make me scream like a mare in heat!”

“That’s better.”

Soarin’ pulled back and slid his tip into the marehood. The juices leaking from it had lubricated his dick quite well, and it had made him rather eager to get started. Muse tensed slightly at being penetrated, before sighing with the pleasure that filled her as he slowly pushed in. Once he had bottomed out, Soarin’ found himself groaning and trying not to let his instincts control him. 

Despite the way he’d made his lover beg -- which had been intensely arousing -- he was a bit nervous about going straight to uncontrolled rutting. It’d been almost two years since he’d last been with a mare this way, and even though he didn’t mean to, he defaulted to a slow, drawn-out session of lovemaking. 

He even pulled out long enough to make Muse Scroll turn over so he could watch her face. He pressed back into her slowly. He enjoyed watching his mare’s head press backwards into the bed, a long, drawn-out moan leaving her. Soarin’ grunted at the way her surprisingly powerful pussy muscles squeezed his dick. No, they didn’t just squeeze -- they massaged.

“Tha-That’s one advantage t-t-to -- ahhn!” Muse started to say with a teasing smile. She stopped to moan when Soarin’ lost control of himself for a moment. He pulled back and thrust forward as hard as he possibly could. “Ohhh, goddess that’s good!”

The Wonderbolt once more paused. He leaned down over his lover, his mate. Moving his front legs from where they gripped those super-sexy curved flanks, he brought them up to around the mare’s chest. Holding himself close to her, he brought their muzzles together in the softest caress he could manage, brushing his tongue against her lips for permission to enter. Muse Scroll recognized what Soarin’ was doing, and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, using a hoof to rub his withers as she let him explore her mouth.

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. As a stallion, Muse had the usual male’s blocky muzzle, and as a result, a larger mouth cavity. His tongue was flexible and strong and shaped like a block.

But as a mare, it was... softer. There was a soft, gentle touch to the tongue. It was just as powerful, but it definitely had a more feminine design to it.

And to be honest, Soarin’ absolutely loved wrestling with it.

As he did so, he pulled back out of that tight pussy, the one massaging his dick so perfectly. Then, instead of simply pushing it all back in at once, he took it slow. A long, drawn-out groan filled his mouth and tickled his tongue. He could feel those purple hooves around his neck grip him tighter. When he started back out, he pulled a little faster. It was enough to make Muse pull away from the kiss and lean into the bed again.

“Hnnnh... f-faster...!”

Soarin’ couldn’t refuse the request of such a needy mare, even if she had been a stallion earlier that evening. So he did as she wanted him to do. Moving his grip to her shoulders and really pinning her in place, he let his instincts start to guide him.

“Ah! Ahhnnn... mm... S-Soar -- I-I’m --”

The stallion felt it just as that gorgeous mare below him opened her mouth in a silent cry of ecstasy. That wonderfully warm, wet, tight pussy around his cock squeezed. More than he’d expected. It almost -- almost made him lose it. The way those muscles massaged his head, his ring, his colthood... it was unreal. Vague memories of flings with other mares said that none had been this good. He felt a bit of moisture slide against his cock, down his balls and down into Muse’s tail.

Muse Scroll panted as her muscles relaxed sharply from her climax. “Ohh... I haven’t done this in -- AH!”

Soarin’, having not yet finished himself, reached down and bit into his mate’s shoulder. And he bit hard this time around. The pain momentarily overwhelmed the mare’s senses, but it was very quickly replaced with quite a bit of pleasure. Her arousal shot up quickly as a direct result. Pants escaped her as she tried to catch her breath with each powerful thrust of her stallion’s penis.

She’d been speaking the truth, though. It had been far too long since she’d last had a dick in her like this. Out of both respect and fear for Soarin’ -- respect because she loved him too much to cheat on him, and fear because she hadn’t been ready to tell him about this -- ever since they’d started going steady, she hadn’t even put a toy inside her pussy on these nights. She’d simply waited them out.

But now... oh, by the Sun and the Moon, now that she was finally being taken care of -- and by the stallion she loved more than the world itself -- there was nothing, nothing better right now. Soarin’ just kept thrusting, rapidly increasing the power and speed behind each one. He watched Muse Scroll’s face closely, ignoring the sounds of their flesh smacking into each other. The way his mare’s tongue started to flop out of her muzzle, her moans growing in pitch and volume rapidly... it was all so incredibly sexy.

“Rrg... Muse, I’m close...”

“Do it! Fill me with your cum! I need -- I want it so damn bad!”

Let it be said that Soarin’ was very much a gentlestallion.

He gave his mare exactly what she wanted.

He thrust one last time, and felt his balls scrunch up right against his mate’s taint. Then the pressure that had building since the start, right at the base of his dick, was finally released. Muse’s eyes were lost in their eyelids, as she had her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Soarin’ could feel her cunt’s muscles being tighter than before around his cock, massaging it in the perfect way. He grunted several times, with each shot of jizz that he forced into her womb. After a couple of times, he leaned down and bit into Muse’s unmarked shoulder. A pleasant groan met his ears.

Several minutes went by, during which their tense muscles relaxed. They simply held each other, Soarin’ not yet ready to let go of where he’d bitten down. Muse murred quietly as he licked that spot where his mouth was still holding tightly.

“Mmm... Soarin’...” Muse Scroll finally sighed. Her lover pulled back, and was greeted with a tired, grateful kiss. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You have no idea how badly I needed that.”

Soarin’ gave her a tired smile and a tired kiss. “How long has it been since somepony made love to you when you were a mare?”

“I haven’t even touched a toy since we started going steady.”

“...Holy shit, dude.”

Muse giggled slightly, before simply relaxing into her lover’s hold for a minute or two. Then --

“Gah! Muse, what the fuck?!”

Soarin’ was completely surprised when his mate had spun them around so that she was on top. He had long since pulled out of her. He froze at the look on her face. Those eyes, and that lecherous smile... oh, my.

“Mmm... don’t get me wrong,” She began, laying against him and pinning him in place. Seriously, those bedroom eyes and that musky scent pouring off of her... his cock was already swelling out of his sheath again. “The lovemaking was very sweet of you. I really did need that. Really badly. But I do believe I told you to fuck me. Not make love.” One of Muse’s hooves started to slowly trace circles in Soarin’s chest fur, slowly leading back to his stiffening dick. His breath started to slow as his arousal grew. “I had originally planned to do the lovemaking with you later tonight... but tell me, how long has it been since you’d last... put your dick in a cunt?”

A shiver went through the Wonderbolt, enough to make his prick grow in size out of his sheath. That soft, ladylike hoof tracing circles around it didn’t help at all. “N-Not since we started going steady...”

“Hmm... I think I’m starting to see a pattern here... anyway, you haven’t completely and utterly rutted a mare in a year and a half?”

Soarin’ gulped at the Muse Scroll inflicted that one word. He nodded. She grinned deviously.

“Out.”

He blinked in confusion. “...What?”

“Out. Step out of the room for a minute, and don’t come back in until you hear... hm... until you hear my wing beats. Got it?”

She was already off him and shoving him out the bedroom door. Before he could even turn around, he heard it slam shut. And his dick was brushing against the cloud floor already. Good Luna, Muse Scroll, whether in the form of a mare or a stallion, knew how to get Soarin’ hard. Really hard. Maybe it was because of this little, er... condition that Muse knew how to please a pony so well? Something to -- wait, there were her wing beats. Turning around -- making sure to not drag his erection on the floor too much -- he opened the door. And froze. He felt a surge of pre shoot out of his penis as it twitched. His jaw dropped. His eyes practically bugged out of his head. 

Muse Scroll had resorted to bondage again.

Sure, he’d seen it before -- but only when Muse was a stallion.

Never as a mare.

And... oh, for the love of all the clouds in the sky... it was the. Sexiest. Thing. Ever. Of all time.

There was a ring gag in her muzzle, forcing her mouth open wide enough to provide quite a bit of pleasurable oral sex if Soar wanted it. Her wings were forcibly held open with specially-made bondage straps that were used for the specific point of keeping a pegasus’ wings open to their fullest extent. She had a spreader bar attached to the base of her back legs, forcing them to be wide open. A strap connected her tail to her neck, making it stay up and out of the way. Her front legs were tied to the bridle holding her mouth open, to make sure they didn’t move so she couldn’t try and pleasure herself.

But the one part of it all that made Soarin’s prick twitch again was the dildo. The big, fat, dildo that was bottomed out in her ass.

And from what he could tell at this distance, she hadn’t used any lube. Muse Scroll had taken their biggest dildo, and put it all the way in dry.

Even better, it was connected to one of their straps. She had a strap-on stuck in her ass, ready to be attached to whoever walked in so she could be given double penetration.

If that wasn’t sexy enough to get a boner to, Soarin’ didn’t know what was.

Seeing those bedroom eyes of hers, he wasted no time mounting her. Now that she was completely restrained, he got the message loud and clear. He quickly tied the strap-on just above his real cock, shoved the real thing into Muse’s pussy all the way without preamble -- and got straight to work.

This session was hard, fast rutting. He reached forward right away and pulled her head back as far as possible by tugging on her mane. He let go of it only to bite and lick her extended wings.

And throughout it all, he pounded her cunt and her asshole without mercy.

He even swatted her flank a couple of times.

And with each little part, he could very clearly hear her moan as loud as she could through the gag.

In short order, both of them climaxed powerfully -- but Soarin’ didn’t let Muse rest.

“You went to the trouble of setting this up...” he whispered into her ear as he pulled out. He paused only long enough to stick the dildo in her pussy as he went around to her head. Soarin’ rather enjoyed the desperate, wanting looking in those golden eyes. “So I’m going to take advantage of you... all. Night. Long.”

Muse Scroll whimpered slightly, but her moans were even louder as that wonderfully hot cock was shoved into her throat...

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Muse Scroll groaned slightly as her internal clock told her to wake up. Slowly forcing her eyes open, she yawned widely and started to take in her surroundings -- before blushing pretty heavily.

She was still in bed with Soarin’. Looking him over, it seemed that they’d passed out after a couple more sessions of rutting -- and quite a few more sessions of passionate lovemaking. The ‘Bolt had very kindly wrapped his wings around her and held her close, letting her curl up in his protective embrace as they fell asleep. Even now, she was still cuddled up against his chest.

Muse could very clearly feel his breaths as he slept peacefully, a smile upon his face. From the position of his head, it seemed like he had rested it upon hers. A smile appeared on her muzzle. Soarin’ really was the perfect stallion for her. Despite knowing her curse, he hadn’t run off; he had stayed and helped her. 

No... that wasn’t the way to put it. 

He had stayed and made love to her. Very passionate love.

“Mmm...”

Muse left her thoughts as she heard and felt Soarin’ stir. She gently kissed the underside of his neck. He smiled and gave a pleased sigh at the attention, holding her tighter as she started to nuzzle the crook of his neck.

“Morning, love,” she greeted quietly.

“Good morning.” Soarin’ gave her a quick glance and raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you have changed back by now?”

Muse Scroll rolled her eyes a bit. “Soar, you know that the full moon lasts more than one night.”

“It’s day time,” Soarin’ deadpanned.

“Yes, but... oh, how did Princess Luna explain it?” The mare squinted slightly, trying to pry old memories to the forefront of her mind. “Oh, yeah... she said that even though the moon has been put below the horizon, it’s magic is still there. The permanent effects caused by the liquid moonlight are only triggered when the full moon is out, like I said before, because it’s the only way for enough of the moon’s reflected light to shine on Equestria. The light itself is charged with a lot of magic, which is part of why it’s harvested as a potion ingredient. That magic lingers during the day -- enough of it that I don’t change back until the full moon phase goes away.”

Soarin’ remained silent for a bit, mulling this over. “...Huh. Weird.” Then he leaned forward and captured Muse’s ear in his mouth, nibbling and licking it and making Muse squeak. “But perfectly fine with me.”

Muse could feel her arousal starting to rise, and now that she wasn’t buried in her thoughts, she felt his pressing against her stomach. She squeaked and groaned as Soarin’ shifted his attention from the tip of her ear and down its side. Use his lips and his teeth to nibble, suckle, and lick his way down his mare’s jawline. She had absolutely no resistance towards his ministrations, either; in fact, she tilted her head to make it easier for him.

“You know, Muse...” Soarin’ whispered directly into his mate’s ears. My, thinking of her like that was certainly arousing... his mate. His mare. His gender-swapped stallion. His. “If you had shown this to me sooner... I would’ve been happy to... help you through the nights. Especially if I had known how... easy it would be to get you turned on.”

Now that’s just unfair. The poor mare couldn’t help it! Even as a stallion, ever since she met Soarin’, she’d found it ridiculously easy for him to get her aroused! It wasn’t her fault he was so unbelievably sexy!

Seriously. The Wonderbolt had a physique that a lot of pegasi would kill for. Those strong arms and wings wrapped around her, holding her close, holding her protectively... holding her to show that she was his... it was everything she wanted in a stallion. It was everything she wanted in a special somepony.

And Soarin’ fit the bill perfectly.

...Oh, dear. It seems just thinking about belonging to him like that had made her moist.

“You know, Soar...” She began to say, rolling him onto his back and beginning to grind against his hard-on. “If you wanted to make it really easy to get me horny... you’d make our bond legal.”

Soarin’s dick throbbed as he blushed heavily. Muse Scroll was suggesting that he propose to her.

And the thought of coming home to her -- or him, depending on what state she was in -- for the rest of his life...

It was far too appealing to refuse. It was also quite arousing, as dirty thoughts of coming home and finding his mate tied up in bondage straps or wearing a collar entered his mind.

Well. It seems that he now had to find a ring...

But first, he had a mare to satisfy.