Command Performance
by Kinto Mythostian


The city of Mtkvari is a teeming, vibrant metropolis embedded between the mountains and its own curving bay. The Tkrojan civilization has flourished here for millennia, each generation carving its own mark on the cosmopolitan landscape. In every city with a history of any length, there are places that have fallen through the cracks of history and been forgotten, and Mtkvari is no exception. Beneath the living city on the surface are miles of disused passages, sealed-off cellars, and musty catacombs. 

However, not all places that are hidden are necessarily forgotten. A few levels below the surface of the entertainment district near the spaceport is a place that everyone knows does not exist. Its nonexistent patrons talk in excited whispers about events that did not happen, and they know that because they were not there to watch them. Even its most faithful customers will deny having any knowledge of the nameless club known far and wide as The White Door.

On this Friday night, the dimly-lit dining room surrounding the stage is crowded with diners. Most of them are Tkrojans, the saurian carnivores native to this world, but among them can be spotted the occasional vulpine, human, or lonely member of some other race. Tomorrow they will all swear to have been somewhere else, but for tonight they are content to just enjoy the show. The night's first entertainer has just lately finished her ultimate performance and the audience eagerly awaits The Host's announcement of the next act.

The stage lights go dark and a single spotlight shines on The Host in his tailored white suit as black-clad stagehands ready the stage for the next act. From behind his featureless white mask The Host addresses the audience in his calm, even tone. "My friends, it is time for our next act. Please, give a warm welcome to the lovely Vix Vulpina and Esquiva Equina, giving a command performance."

The stage lights shine once more on the rear of the stage, the curtains part, and two female figures emerge to a smattering of applause. 

The first figure is a slender scarlet vixen, wearing long black leather gloves, a tightly laced black corset, hip-high black leather boots, and a black leather belt from which hang several more leather implements and a sheathed knife. Between the top of her boots and her belt, the vixen unashamedly wears nothing. She walks confidently, her head held high as her blue eyes gaze out over the audience. The heels of her boots click sharply on the stage as she steps to the center of the stage.

The second figure is a massive gray mare. She towers nearly a full meter above the vixen even with her long, thick neck bent low to avoid bumping her broad forehead on the rigging above the stage. Her silky gray mane hangs loose, cascading down the back of her dappled neck, and her long tail sways idly. Her hands are loosely clasped in front of her, mostly hidden behind the long fetlocks that ring her wrists as well as her ankles. Each of her shrouded hooves is nearly as large as the vixen's head; her every step clops heavily on the wooden stage and echoes through the room. Her ample gray breasts hang freely, and her black-skinned vulva is plainly visible between her legs. The mare wears no clothing or accessories except for a black leather bridle, the reins held in the vixen's right hand.

The vixen looks out over the audience and smiles. She turns back to the colossal mare and speaks. "Look at them all, Esquiva. They're here to see you. Are you ready for the show?"

The mare smiles. "I am, Vix."

"Good girl. Kneel." Vix clicks her tongue.

Esquiva drops heavily to her knees and bows her head submissively. Now Vix is taller than the mare, but just barely.

"Stay still and I'll give you a treat."

The mare nods her head once and suppresses a smile as Vix moves behind her. Esquiva surreptitiously glances back at the audience; it really is a good crowd tonight. She hopes they will like her.

"Hands." Vix commands and clicks her tongue again.

Esquiva unfolds her large hands from her lap and places them behind her back. Vix takes a pair of black leather cuffs from her belt, fits them tightly around the mare's wrists, and secures them in place. Another pair of heavy leather cuffs are used to bind Esquiva's ankles together and a short chain connects both sets; Esquiva cannot move from her kneeling position. The dappled mare flexes her muscular limbs futilely, reveling in her own helplessness while simultaneously demonstrating the strength of her bonds to the audience.

"Good girl, Esquiva" Vix says as she strides back in front of the giant mare. She strokes the mare's forehead and removes a lump of sugar from a small pouch on her belt. "Open." Vix clicks her tongue.

Esquiva opens her mouth and Vix places the sugar on her tongue. The mare starts to close her mouth.

"No, Esquiva. Not until I say so."

The corners of Esquiva's open mouth curl into a little smile; she loves being controlled by Vix like this. Tonight is to be their last performance together, and Esquiva is eager to perform admirably.

Vix reclines on Esquiva's folded hips and tickles the mare's chin with her pointed vulpine ears, her head resting on the pillowy mounds of her mammoth companion's breasts, her bushy red tail curling around Esquiva's dappled gray torso. Vix turns her head and begins to gently mouth Esquiva's black nipple, first kissing it with her lips and then tenderly pinching it with her pointed teeth.

Esquiva moans through her open mouth, her eyes watering. It is an amazing sensation; being unable to defend herself from the sharp little pain to such a sensitive part of her body did things to the mare that she could never explain. Her vulva begins to swell and grow moist as Vix nibbles at her breast, the fox squeezing as hard as she can without breaking the skin.

Vix releases her fangs and slides off the mare's hips onto her own knees on the stage. Esquiva whimpers as the sharp pain is replaced by a dull throbbing. The sugar lump is melting in her hot mouth, the sweetness slowly sprawling across her tongue.

"Spread." Tongue click.

Esquiva parts her knees, opening her meaty legs as wide as her bound position will allow. Vix smiles when she sees the mare's intimate folds glistening with moisture. The vixen reaches out and inserts one gloved finger into Esquiva's vulva, carefully tracing a single slow circumference, sending a shiver of pleasure down the mare's spine. Vix removes her finger and stands, displaying the thin coating of Esquiva's juices on her glove to the audience. The vixen deliberately licks it off. "Good girl, Esquiva. Swallow." Tongue click.

Esquiva closes her mouth and swallows the sugar lump, savoring the saccharinity as it coats her throat; she knows she might not get to experience it again.

"Did you enjoy that, Esquiva?"

"Yes, Vix. Thank you."

"Good. Now come here and eat your dessert." Vix grabs the reins of Esquiva's bridle and pulls the mare's head down and forward so that her broad rounded muzzle is lined up with the vixen's own vulva. 

Esquiva grunts, her nose suddenly filled with the musky aroma of Vix's arousal. It's a wonderful scent, but the mare does not open her mouth.

Vix palms the back of Esquiva's head with her left hand and pushes, burying the equine's broad, rounded muzzle in her sex. The vixen grins, loving the feeling of the mare's velvet nose against her. She releases the reins from her right hand and draws her knife from the sheath at her belt. The handle is padded with black leather, but the blade is long, silver, and very sharp. She brandishes it deliberately for the audience and Esquiva to see and gently presses the edge to the bound mare's gray cheek.

Esquiva shivers at the cold touch against her skin. The knife is not there to ensure her obedience; the mare obeys because she likes being commanded. Rather, the knife is there for Esquiva's own enjoyment; the knowledge that her life is completely in Vix's hands and that the fox can end her at any moment excites the submissive mare more than anything. She whimpers in pleasure as Vix traces a line across her cheek and down the side of her stout neck, brushing through her hair and pressing against her flesh without breaking the skin. The tip of the blade comes to a stop over the Esquiva's pulsing vein and stays there.

"Lick." Vix commands with a click of her tongue.

Esquiva obeys immediately, her wide tongue gliding over Vix's intimate folds, the taste of her juices quickly blotting out the faint sweetness the sugar had left behind.

Vix moans and pushes harder with her left hand, forcing Esquiva's nose and mouth deeper into her. With her right hand, the vixen holds the knife steady at the mare's throat, occasionally applying a tiny bit of pressure to remind Esquiva of its presence and to keep them both in a state of arousal. There has been no shortage of sexual partners in Vix's life, but in her opinion nothing can compare to an equine. Their tongue and lips were far more nimble than they appeared, and incredibly soft and warm. Vix looks down at Esquiva and smiles at the satisfying sight of the mammoth mare's every sense focused on pleasuring the fox that commands her. She whines happily as Esquiva's probing tongue brushes against her clitoris.

The audience watches raptly as Esquiva pleasures her partner, both the vixen's bushy tail and the mare's wispy tail swishing excitedly behind their respective owners. Most of the spectators cannot see exactly what is being done, but Vix's excited yips and growls tell them everything they need to know. 

"Ungh! Harder, Esquiva! Make me cum!" Vix grunts.

Esquiva pushes her tongue deeper, her lips furiously working over the vixen's slick folds. She can sense Vix's arousal building, the climax inevitable now. The mare wraps her tongue around Vix's clitoris for one more lick and abruptly her mouth is flooded with the taste of vulpine cum. 

Vix's eyes roll back and the fingers of her left hand clench around the silver hairs of Esquiva's mane, but her right hand holds steady, keeping the blade pressed against the mare's neck. The vixen lets out a sharp yelp of pleasure as she orgasms, her vagina pumping her nectar into the mare's eagerly waiting mouth. Esquiva keeps working her tongue, sucking down every precious drop until Vix rides out the last spasm of her orgasm and the flow slows to a stop.

"Back." Vix releases her grip on the mare's mane, moves the knife away from the mare's throat, and clicks her tongue.

Esquiva pulls her muzzle away from Vix's crotch and sits up straight. She looks into Vix's eyes, waiting for her next command.

"Good girl, Esquiva."

"Thank you, Vix."

"But you know, Esquiva," Vix says as she strides around behind the bound, kneeling mare, her boots clicking against the wooden boards, "Our audience didn't come here to watch you suck my cunt." She stands against Esquiva's back and cups the mare's broad chin in her gloved hand, directing the mare's gaze out towards their spectators.

"I know, Vix."

"They came here to watch you die," Vix stage-whispers in Esquiva's upright ear.

Esquiva shivers. "I know, Vix."

"Are you prepared to give them what they want, Esquiva?" The knife is in Vix's hand again, tracing a slow circle around Esquiva's nipple.

"Very much so, Vix." All of Esquiva's practice and training has been leading up to this moment, this one night on this stage. The thought that after tonight, she will no longer be is incredibly exciting.

"Good girl, Esquiva." The knife begins to glide up the expanse of the mare's chest, the cold point of metal lightly brushing her skin. "Let's give them a show to remember." Vix presses down as the blade reaches Esquiva's shoulder, making a shallow incision.

Esquiva winces as the edge of the blade pierces her skin and a fresh throb of masochistic pleasure pulses through her genitals. A thin line of blood oozes from the wound, the red color bold against her gray hide, shimmering brightly in the stage lights before clotting.

"Can you smell the hunger in the air, Esquiva?" Vix makes another small cut beside the first.

Esquiva winces again. "Yes, Vix."

"You're nothing but meat to them." Vix makes a third incision in the mare's shoulder.

Esquiva whimpers. She tugs slightly at her cuffs, her muscles rippling beneath her hide.

 "A beast ripe for slaughter." Another superficial wound is sliced in the mare's hide.

Esquiva shivers; Vix's taunting is making her incredibly aroused. Vix has her chest pressed to Esquiva's back; the mare can feel the texture of the vixen's corset against her hair. 

The tip of the blade smoothly slides upward until the razor-sharp edge is again pressed to the mare's throat. "Should I kill you now, Esquiva?"

"It's not my decision to make, Vix," Esquiva whispers.

Vix grins. "Good answer, Esquiva. Perhaps one more treat?"

"Whatever you wish, Vix."

Vix lightly kisses Esquiva's cheek from behind and slowly moves her free hand down to the mare's glistening vulva, her fingers tiptoeing leisurely across the breadth of her dappled hide toward her still-spread legs.

Esquiva moans softly as Vix begins to massage the mare's folds, gradually working her gloved fingers deeper.  In only a few seconds the submissive mare is teetering on the edge of climax, and Vix's expert touch keeps deliberately pushing her closer. But Esquiva can't orgasm, not yet.

"What's the matter, Esquiva? Don't you like it?"

Esquiva whines. She loves it, the feel of Vix's fingers inside her, the sharp touch of a knife's blade against her pulsing throat in a demonstration of absolute dominance. 

"Don't you want one more orgasm before you die?"

The mare's mouth is open, panting. Beads of sweat begin to stand out on her head and neck. "If... if you wish... Vix...."

"Then why don't you?" Vix applies a tiny bit more pressure to the knife as the fingers of her other hand probe the equine's slickened sex.

"You... you haven't...."

"Ahh yes," Vix purrs, "Of course." The vixen removes her fingers from the mare's vagina, though the knife remains pressed to her neck. She stands up straight and strokes the mare's chin, leaving a smear of vaginal secretion. "Cum." Vix clicks her tongue.

Instantly, Esquiva orgasms. Pearly drops of her fluid squirt from between her spread legs to spatter on the wooden stage. She opens her mouth in an ecstatic whinny of joy, wordlessly thanking Vix for her command.

Esquiva is in mid-whinny when Vix quickly and without fuss slits the mare's throat.

Esquiva feels the blade pierce her skin, the razor-sharp edge sliding smoothly through the thick flesh of her stout neck, cleanly severing her veins. The acute pain sends another surge of adrenaline through her and a second orgasm, weaker than the first but still exhilarating, erupts from between her legs. She can feel her own hot blood running down her throat, flowing across her chest, and she knows she is going to die.

Vix has one arm hooked under the immense gray mare's chin, holding her upright as the strength rapidly diminishes from her shivering body. The vixen looks into the equine's soft brown eye and speaks, "Good girl, Esquiva." She lowers her voice to a whisper, a true whisper so that only Esquiva can hear, "You were magnificent."

Esquiva manages a faint smile as her body slumps; Vix's approval is the most wonderful thing in the world. Her powerful heart is pounding madly but its only effect is to hasten the inevitable. Blood washes down her front in waves into a scarlet puddle that gradually spreads outward from where the bound mare kneels, glistening in the bright stage lights.

Vix looks out at the audience and then back at Esquiva. The vixen will have to time her next line very carefully. She watches the mare closely as the color in her ears and nose pales and small flecks of sweat speckle her clammy forehead.

Esquiva is quickly growing light-headed, her whole body shivering from the cold that is growing inside. Her bound limbs are weak and numb, her strength rendered useless; soon she will be nothing more than meat to feed her final audience, and the thought gives her one final excited thrill. The river of blood is slowing, and the expiring mare's breaths are fast and shallow. With a soft rasping sound unheard by the audience, Esquiva's breathing halts. 

Vix looks into her eye. "Die." Tongue click.

On cue, Esquiva's heart stops. Her eyelids flutter shut and her entire body sags limply.

Vix carefully releases her grip and stands up straight, leaving the giant mare's lifeless body in its upright kneeling position. "Good girl, Esquiva."

The audience erupts in applause.








First draft began April 8, 2011. First draft completed April 13, 2011. Editing completed April 20, 2011.