As the hours passed on, Fire Toad’s hunger grew only worse and worse. Some days were worse than others, when the bone-deep drive to breed simply grew out of control. Those days were positively unbearable, when all conscious thought gave way to the wordless, raging, primal need so unique to mares endowed like herself. This wasn’t one of those days, but it was close. Oh, sweet merciful Luna, it was close.

But thank the stars, she had company to look forward to tonight. There weren’t many ponies around who were willing to slake her lust in the ways that suited her, especially with tastes as feral as her own. But this one fit the bill in every conceivable way. That he was also her boyfriend was merely a bonus.

Many simply weren’t up for it. Submission – true submission – frightened them. When the chips were down, they were the sort to stutter a safeword and an apology, before roaming off for someone with more vanilla tastes. But this one? His very voice exuded submission. He was cute, squirmy, truly the sort to take what came to him and give everything he had. And he was hers in all the ways that mattered most.

Merely thinking about it brought the blood rushing down between her hindlegs. She could feel herself prodding through her sheath already, leaving the trails of fragrant musk behind her with every whisk of her tail for passersby to smell. Let them look, let them breath it in. Propriety was the last thing on her mind right now. As her hooves clip-clopped briskly upon the streets leading home, getting to her quarry was her only priority. 

At long last Fire Toad arrived there. A smallish, little home tucked away in the lower parts of this massive city. It was a small luxury, to actually have such a place to call her own amidst this howling hellscape of neon and concrete and rust, but she was grateful for it. 

Once she stepped inside she drew in a deep, rattling breath. She needed to focus. However ravenous she was for a firm ravishing, she needed to keep her head at least somewhat clear. Off to the bathroom she went, chancing a glance at herself in the mirror as she turned the faucets.

The green, wavy-haired alicorn in the mirror staring back had a manic glint in her eye. She broke eye contact to run the cold water along her hooves, before splashing it upon her face. The rush of frigidity made her shudder, exhaling in a groan as she looked back at her own reflection, seeing the lines of water run down her brow. With a sigh, she filled the basin and simply plunged her entire head into the drink for a few seconds.

When she brought her head back up, she felt the water run down her neck and onto the floor. Fire Toad floated a nearby towel over to dry off her face. The cold water had taken the edge off her rabid hunger for now, at least. It would keep her a little saner for just a little longer – not that there would be much need for that any longer.

She heard a rapping at the door. Salvation at long last. A smirk curled on her muzzle as she slowly made her way back to the front door. With a flourish she extended a wing forwards to grasp the handle in her feathers and open it.

There he was. Her boyfriend, a cute sheepish smile spread wide on that muzzle. She answered it with a smoldering grin.

“Hey, Moist,” she said, looking down and spreading her wings out wide. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

-

A pony like Morning Mist – Moist to many - usually had his pick of the litter. At least, that’s the way he wanted to think about it. Out on the racetrack, or even in random bars, the pegasus liked to imagine that those many incidents were totally by choice. Some stud bending him over to breed him like a mare? An entire bar’s worth of patrons having a turn? Moist was just that good, and that’s what he was going to keep telling himself.

Not that he didn’t know, deep down, what it was he actually wanted. Real, honest-to-Luna surrender. Giving in to the worst impulses of someone else, being made into a toy for their own pleasure. Having no control of his own, and not a chance to do anything edgewise.

So when the great green alicorn had met him that day, and told him in no uncertain terms what was going to happen, he had said yes immediately. Out of sheer impulse, really, as if something deep down had compelled him to bypass all reason and jump straight into the spontaneity of the moment.

One learned to live for these moments. A girlfriend like Fire Toad could be demanding, but even he knew better than to question it. It was a good problem to have, nobody quite had it like that. The things she wanted, he had to offer in spades. Who was he to deny her?

His wings fluttered out, his cheeks going red at the sight of the alicorn at the door. Fire Toad really was a truly gorgeous specimen of a mare, with her curly mane and sleek, flowing form. And as she turned around and beckoned to let him inside, he was already getting a clear picture of what she had in store.

With every sway of her hindquarters and every step she took, her erection swung heavily between her hindlegs. It was a beastly thing, grossly oversized, the girth of an earth pony stallion’s foreleg and seemingly about as heavy. He could smell it all the way from over here – raw musk, unwashed and unfiltered, the funk of marinated sweat and sex wafting all the way to meet his nose, with the barest hint of piss. What should have disgusted him only excited him further, as he felt his own shaft – and oh, what a pitiful offering it was compared to the alicorn’s own – emerge from his sheath to spill out and say hello.

She led him onwards to a door, steps leading down to the basement of the house. This was a colder place, the walls lined with concrete to match the harsh soullessness of the rest of the city above and outside. But Moist knew she hadn’t brought him here to look at the décor. What she needed was the privacy and the assurance of no disturbances, and as she stood directly before him with a heated gaze, cock already throbbing nicely and spilling a little bead of pre upon the floor, Fire Toad was making it clear she was going to make good use of it.

At least it was warm down here. Moist knew it was about to get even warmer.

“Come closer,” she said. “It’s time to put that mouth to good use.”

There was no warning whatsoever before the alicorn simply grabbed Moist by the barrel. Her hooves held him like a vice, paying no heed to his squirming as she simply pressed his face to the space between her legs. She ground herself upon his face, rubbing her prideful length all over him, quickly hard and ready as he breathed in deep.

Up so close, the smell hit the pegasus like a brick wall. His cybernetic legs kicked and pedaled to the sides fruitlessly as she smeared the scent of it all upon his face, where it clung like a film upon his coat to claim and excite him. What had begun as the mere beginnings of an erection between his leg grew to full mast immediately, slapping against his belly in his excitement as his tail whisked to and fro.

“Now,” came Fire Toad’s voice. “Be a good colt and open wide.”

Moist did just as told, and he wasn’t kept waiting. At once the warmth of her broad crown pushed past his lips to press against his tongue, giving him a firm tasting of her. With a long, drawn out groan the alicorn pushed deeper and deeper into his throat, ignoring the desperate gagging noises that he made as he felt himself stretching wider and wider just to make room. The alicorn had no mercy, hilting firmly in his muzzle, seemingly down to his heart, throbbing hard as she let out a drawn-out noise of raw satisfaction.

Moist could feel his throat bulging out grotesquely with every rough hilting. A profound sense of violation consumed him, his eyes watering as Fire Toad used his throat like a living sex toy. She leaned forward, hooves pressed roughly upon his rump, mounting his face for a ride that’s none too gentle. In and out she came, Moist’s spit spilling out in strands to meet the floor in streaks, the raw strength of her hips pushing her groin up to his muzzle with bruising force.

He could tell she was getting close long before her flare began to swab around the edges of his windpipe. It was the subtle jerkiness of her hips, the way her hooves dug deeper into his rump and her breath came out in harsh, snorting grunts. And when she came, she came in harsh, unforgiving spurts that flooded his throat with thick, virile seed.

The taste of her clung to his throat and on his tongue with all its salty muskiness. He swallowed hard, sending it down to rush into his belly just to keep from drowning. He clenched his eyes shut, wings flapping hard as he took in every last drop, hearing Fire Toad groan out loud in her own pleasure.

She stayed like that for a long time, pressed up hard against his muzzle as her pulses finally died down. Yet Fire Toad grew no less hard, granting Moist some merciful relief as she pulled roughly out of his mouth to drag her flared length out. As the pegasus collapsed to the ground, sputtering, he could see Fire Toad’s spit-slickened shaft still as firm and as imperious as ever. If not for the taste of her upon his tongue, it would look as if the alicorn were about to start instead of having just finished.

Not that “finished” was the right word for it either. The way she throbbed in front of him, it was clear she wasn’t at all done with him yet. A feral light was in her eyes as she looked down to him, as hungry as she had been when she began.

A rush of fear welled up within Moist in spite of himself. He felt his ears pin back at the sight of his girlfriend looking down at him so. Even on a good day, Fire Toad could make him feel small. When she got like this, he felt exceptionally small.

When she pounced upon him to roughly mount him from behind, he got a rude reminder of just how small. He felt the alicorn’s harsh, snorting breath at his neck, tickling his ears as she bit into his mane to tug back upon it. Her broad length, even with her flare dissipating, still felt impossible wide as she pressed firmly under his tail, pressing hard against him to sample what was hers.

As she pushed forwards, he could feel himself stretching out wider and wider, the harsh tug of her teeth upon his mane coinciding with the rough initial entrance. Moist let out a loud whinny, his front hooves stomping into the ground, opened up impossibly wide from behind just to fit Fire Toad’s crown. And then she pushed harder, deeper into him, plenty slick from musk and spit, plundering the pegasus deeper and deeper.

At her medial ring she paused just a moment. The rush of sensations kept Moist’s heart pounding at an impossible pace, his breath panting and heavy. He felt the alicorn release his mane and nuzzle into his neck gently, almost as if to apologize for what she was about to do him. And then, with a final violent push forwards and one more hard push, her ring popped past and she was buried inside to the very hilt.

She was throbbing inside him, hot and hard, drooling pre into him. Moist let out a girly whimper as she gave him a moment to adjust to him. It was the briefest of respites before she pulled back and proceeded to rut into him with wild abandon, pressing down into him to let him feel the raw power of those muscles flexing to fuck him into the dirt.

-

The feeling of entering her boyfriend never got old. Never.

Fire Toad held herself in for a long time, just to saver how Moist tightened and quivered around him. He was a tight ring, impossibly tight at the entrance, opening out into soft warmth that went down as deep as she cared to go. As she hilted inside, she shifted her hips around to make her presence known and indulge in it. It was during these moments that it hit home just how naughty, just how taboo the whole thing was. How vulnerable Moist was to give himself up to her like this, on a level that went further than a mare offering herself up to be bred. This was power, raw power, and she was being invited to take hold of it root and stem. So she did.

Even the first pull backwards alone was an overwhelming rush. Moist was squeezing around him, almost as if he were trying to pull her back inside, the friction and warmth of it clenching around her as she pulled back. And when she slammed forwards, the wet slapping noise of their joining hips sounded out into the basement at the same time that he cried out, voice cracking as he cried out an octave higher than before. The sound only drew out more hunger from the alicorn, and a renewed instinct to simply rut the cybernetic pegasus into the dirt for everything he was worth.

Never once did Fire Toad relinquish her momentum. The strength and power in her movements only grew more and more, even as she felt Moist buckle beneath her. That only earned him a grasp of her forelegs around him to keep him in place as she went on and on. The smell of his mane lingered in a cloud above her as she pulled back upon it with her teeth, keeping an iron grip with her jaws as she pistoned into him. He was stretching out impossibly wide just to keep her wide, pulsing with his racing heart.

He had to be hurting. And as she felt the rush of electrifying joy building up down below, the pegasus’ tightness growing even tighter as she began to flare out, the thought excited her enough to finally push her over the edge.

The tense pressure deep within burst like a dam. With a cry let loose into the ceiling, she felt herself let loose as she released her seed deep inside. Moist was clenching, letting out his muffled screams of delight as he flexed around her. Every little textured ridge inside seemed to massage along her length as she kicked and burst inside to paint him creamy white from the inside out. The warmth of it spread around her like a slippery glove. All the better to just keep herself hilted inside and feel it spill down his legs, matting her coat from the groin down.

But she wasn’t finished. Not at all. She was still plenty hard, no closer to anything remotely resembling satisfaction. On and on she went, letting the minutes drag on, feeling the waves of joyous climax crest and crash upon herself as she finished again and again inside the pegasus. Moist’s belly had begun to swell for all the fluid rushing inside of it. She could feel it underneath the frog of her hoof, taut and stretched out like a balloon. It brought her a perverse, fierce joy that only spurred her on, but all too soon it had to come to an end.

Slowly she came down from the primal high of her many climaxes. Fire Toad took in a deep breath to take in the raw scents of their pairing before she released the grip of her jaws upon Moist’s mane to bury her muzzle in it. She simply held herself there, a large alicorn-shaped blanket for her own boyfriend, letting her breath slow to a more reasonable pace from its frantic panting. The savage urge to breed and ravage him had dissipated like smoke in open air, and in its place was a warm, snuggly fondness that made her want to hold him close like an oversized plush doll. She nuzzled into his neck, almost as if to apologize for her roughness.

The way his tail whisked against her lower belly, his voice letting out a low rumbling nicker, the apology had clearly been accepted.

“Long day?” she asked, directing her question at the back of his neck.

“Mhm.” His voice broke a little, almost as if he were about to cry. But the way his back was arched upwards into her belly, and the way he turned his head back to brush his nose against her shoulder, it was obvious that those weren’t unhappy tears in any sense of the word.

Fire Toad hummed gently, grasping her boyfriend tight against her barrel as she slowly guided them both towards the mattress in the corner. She flumped onto her side upon it, Moist still in her grasp. She had grown soft minutes ago, and yet she kept herself buried inside him, using his body as a pleasant little warmer for herself.

They spent many long moments like that in silence, with the only movements being the occasional sweep of their tails against the sheets or Fire Toad’s caressing hoof against his front. The pegasus would shift at times, squeezing around her cock still buried deep within him, eliciting a giggle and another fond nuzzle.

Wrapped together with him, Fire Toad drifted in and out of sleep. She would close her eyes and wake up again, her thoughts murky and slow, briefly unsure what time it was or where she was before registering that she was still there with Moist in her hooves. She would feel the soft rise and fall of his breathing, his warmth still clenched hard around her softened shaft, and she would smile as she closed her eyes again.

The night was over, but the fun was not. She knew that come morning, she would ring in the weekend with a little creative fun. Something different, something that would surely spice things up and sate even her voraciously kinky appetites. All the best for her boyfriend and for herself, especially when they had nothing but time.

-

For Moist, waking up was like slowly rising up to the surface of a very dark, very warm lake from the bottom. At first he wasn’t conscious of anything but the close warmth around him, like a thick blanket. He felt full as if from a large meal, his belly feeling taut about his middle.

Only as his eyes fluttered open did the memories of the previous night slowly come rushing back. The aching of his muscles, the involuntary flexing under his tail that reminded him of his marefriend’s cock still snugly tucked away inside him. Even now, when she was soft, her sheer girth was awe inspiring. Fleetingly he wondered how on earth he could have ever taken someone like her when she was hard and in a rut. 

If the soreness was anything to go by, the honest answer was ‘barely’.

Moist caught sight of the grey concrete walls surrounding him, and he closed his eyes immediately. That wasn’t such a pretty sight. He preferred to let his imagination do all the work, especially when he was surrounded by all that soft warmth. And those wings, those downy wings taut with raw strength wrapped around them both like weighted blankets. He knew the power behind those feathered limbs intimately well, especially when they flapped to drive her pounding even deeper. The mere thought was making him poke free of his sheath.

But even this sweet little moment had to come to an end, and Moist felt Fire Toad stirring around him. He heard her soft nickering as she leaned in to nuzzle happily into the back of his neck, with the warm puffs of air from her breath bringing pleasant tingles along his spine that made his coat stand on end.

“Good morning,” Fire Toad hummed into his ear, her voice a playful singsong.

Moist cracked a smile, leaning his head back under the crook of her chin. “Morning.”

Her hoof ran along his rounded, full belly, still bloated wide with her seed from the previous night. Were he to stand, it would only just be scraping the floor. “I hope you haven’t had enough yet,” she murmured. “We’re not done yet.”

Moist let out a soft chuckle of his own as he flicked his tail. “By no means.” He looked back up to catch a glimpse of her face with a small smile. “What’s on your mind?”

“What’s on my mind?” Fire Toad repeated, her voice sinking down into a low sensual purr. “What’s on my mind is that I think it would be so much fun to make you squirm a little bit.”

She gave him a fond little squeeze before she released her grasp on him, slowly rising away from the mattress to stand. Fire Toad pulled free of him, and with it the last bit of herself that was keeping her seed inside. Moist let out an involuntary groan as he felt himself deflate like a water balloon with its neck snipped off, a gush of warm fluid expelling from under his tail and spreading out upon the mattress in a thick, pungent puddle.

Moist felt the touch of Fire Toad’s hoof pressing into the mattress and depressing the fabric to dip into the foul pool, hearing her draw in a deep breath to draw in the scents of it all. “What a mess you’ve made,” she cooed. “Naughty, naughty.”

Moist found himself being hoisted up by his hips, pinned down so his head and forelegs met the mattress, his rear raised high. The alicorn’s warm breath tickled just under his dock and upon his tailhole, before leaning in to press her lips straight to it and snake her tongue inside.

The pegasus let out a squeal as he wriggled his hips against Fire Toad’s invading muzzle. Her tongue was searching along his walls, seeming to punch straight into his lower belly as she hummed around him. Every forwards thrust of her tongue was like a jolt of pure lightning that drew out strangled yelps from Moist’s throat. He had already dropped free of his sheath long ago, and he could almost feel the blood rushing down in pulses in time with his heartbeat to make him harder and harder by the second.

And then, just like that, she pulled free. The warmth was replaced by a brief void as he was left shuddering and feeling oh so empty, letting out a soft whine as he backed his hips towards the alicorn, as if that could compel her to bring her muzzle back.

But it wasn’t her muzzle that touched him. Oh no. He became aware of the soft magical chiming of her telekinetic field as something cold brushed upon his croup. He flinched, letting out a yelp as it registered what the touch really was. A brush, a large one like the sort used to paint walls, slathering a thick cold substance upon his back.

The question Moist had meant to ask died in his throat as the brush moved upwards towards the back of his neck and along his shoulders as he caught sight of the substance the alicorn was spreading upon his body. Latex, or something like it, a thick rubbery substance that was quickly drying on his hide into a stretchy layer.

“Close your eyes,” Fire Toad instructed, her voice gentle but unyielding.

Moist did just as told, and he felt the brush run across his eyes, quickly drying with the rest to form a mask that stretched over his face. Only his mane and muzzle remained free, even as he struggled to open his eyes and found himself panicking to realize he couldn’t.

“Fire?” he asked, panic seeping into his voice. “Fire, what is all this?”

“Oh, Moist, my dear,” she said. “Trust me, I think you’re going to love this.” Her voice continued to tease even as her brush ran along each ring and along the bottom of his barrel. Soon he was almost completely covered, the rapidly drying fluid quickly forming what amounted to a full-body suit from which he couldn’t escape. No matter how much he tried to move his legs, he was held in place as if encased in rock.

Moist had never done well with tight spaces. Some conscious, thinking part of him tried to remember that he was still there in the room, that this was only a suit. And yet all he could think of was how trapped he felt, how much the rubbery layer felt like a tangible darkness that closed in on him and squeezed him into a single, asphyxiating point. The confined space of the suit gave him barely enough room to breathe, and every hyperventilating inhale served only to fuel the raw animal panic that compelled him to flex and writhe futilely inside his rubbery prison. No amount of moving or thrashing could ever compel him to escape on his own, and he let out a cry of terror.

“Ah-ah,” Fire Toad chided. “No screaming, Moist. We’re going to have to do something about that.”

Moist could only just flick his ears back in a vain attempt to figure out where the alicorn was speaking from. Without the benefit of sight, he could only guess at what was coming. Fire Toad was taking her time, clearly knowing the torment she was inflicting, letting time and Moist’s own imagination do all the work for her as the sound of her hooves upon the floor let him know she was still circling around him like a shark.

And when the moment came, it was to wrench his jaw open and close it down upon something, letting the pressure of the latex keep it closed. Hard rubber, cold and slick. He could taste himself upon the ball gag, smeared liberally with the mess that had been upon the mattress. He could feel his own spit spilling out to meet it. There was nothing he could do to stop it, his mouth fixed in place by both gag and suit, no longer even able to vocalize his helplessness beyond the most pathetic of noises.

A sudden jolt of fright ran through him as he felt the alicorn straddle him. With the weight that now sat upon his head, he had to imagine she was atop him with her hindlegs at either side of his head, and with the way she nuzzled into his croup he knew he had guessed right. But now, with her weight bearing down on him, all he could focus on was the intensifying terror that gripped him. Any other time her close warmth might have brought him a peaceful sense of security, but now? With her weight seeming to collapse the thick latex darkness around him even further? He felt like the world was collapsing and him with it.

He also felt unbelievably, unbearably turned on by the whole thing.

It was perverse. He was fearful to the bone, truly. The sense that reality was converging upon him to trap him forever ran cold in his veins. And yet it was that very sense which brought him such a profound sense of arousal. It was as if his mind couldn’t make the distinction between the fear and the excitement, bringing what had been the mere beginnings of an erection into a full throbbing shaft that stretched at his latex.

His own hardness tugged at his suit, which tightened even further around him, which only served to make him harder. With his heart thumping at a feverish pace within him and the suffocating darkness that enveloped him, the vicious cycle did its work with dreadful havoc. 

Something gave way beneath him. A rush of cold air suddenly made itself known between his hindlegs. The shaft that now swelled hard as rock swung freely to slap against his belly with hard smacking noises. A profound sense of shame and humiliation rose up to match his terrified arousal as he realized that he had simply ripped through his latex prison. He flexed in place, tensing in place without relief.

He heard a long laugh from the alicorn above him. “Oh, dear,” Fire Toad said, clucking at his predicament. “What am I going to do with this now?”

Fire Toad squirmed his hips inside the suit as she felt his magic toy with his sack, drawing it out from the ripped slit so that it too met the cold air outside. He felt the magic give way to the underside of her hoof as she cradled it, reaching down over his rear to lap at them. His sphincter clenched so hard at the sensation he swore he could have broken diamonds if he wanted to.

“Look at this,” her voice called from behind. “So full. I bet you’re just dying for a little release, aren’t you? Do you want me to just leave you hanging a little longer? Maybe just let you stand there for however long I want you to while your balls go nice and blue?”

The thought brought fresh waves of excitement and fear that Moist could only express as frantic muffled yelps from behind his ball gag. He continued to feel himself drooling messily and uncontrollably, the taste of himself still fresh in his mouth.

“So much to do,” she cooed. Moist felt the whisk of her tail whipping against the side of his face as she stepped off of him, bringing a welcome sense of relief as the weight dissipated and he felt her breath at his turgid shaft. “And so little time to do it.”

-

That was no exaggeration. The way her mind was going, with Moist stuck the way he was, there were so many deliciously devilish things Fire Toad could do.

Freed of his rubbery prison, the scents rolling off from Moist’s cock swam about her. Still sweaty from their romp the previous night, deliciously musky with male need. Intoxicating, thick, salty and heavy. She leaned in to slide her tongue just under the space where his dock lay beneath the latex, feeling him jump as she sank lower and lower, down to where she could sample and suckle at his sack to her heart’s content.

Drinking in his heady scents like this, leaving him shining with her own spit as she indulged in her boyfriend’s natural musk like this? Hardly one of the worst things her imagination could conjure up for now. But it was the start of something, and as she reached down to simply tear the latex open from behind with her hooves, she saw his coated flexing as if to try and raise itself up for her. Even now, in the throes of his own fear, he couldn’t get over his own arousal. It brought a smile to her face.

Even so long after their last rutting, he was still gaping under his tail, just wide enough to make it clear what had been happening, still leaking and glistening beneath the suit. Fire Toad reached down to spread his cheeks a little wider as she spat directly upon the quivering hole. Why waste such an intimate chance?

But oh, she was forgetting something.

With a smile she lifted up the bucket of liquid latex. Off came the lid and out came the brush. In her telekinetic grasp she sent it down to brush against Moist’s cock, hearing him squeal at the coldness of the rubber as she slathered it liberally all over. Now the hole was repaired, in its place a perfect negative of his cock encased around him. Just a little something to keep him in place and let him know just how much at her mercy he really was.

Fire Toad lost track of the many times she spilled her seed inside. The many hours blended together as she took him again and again, never once pulling free, simply rutting the pegasus relentlessly until even her own mind was slush. She would stop only to reposition him like a manikin, bending his legs to raise his rear and take him in different directions. Beneath him the latex coating his cock had swelled like a balloon for all the orgasms she had pulled from him, dangling about like a fluid ball that hung down and nearly touched the mattress.

And then, at long last, she had finally had enough. She pulled back, a little dizzy, wrenching her flared length free to see strands of herself webbing his whole rear. Again it flowed freely outwards to flow down his legs, the mattress an absolute soup from the mess she had made with him.

Now she was almost sated. Almost.

The day wasn’t over yet, after all.

“How are you, my darling?” she asked Moist, a little breathlessly. 

His only response was a weak slurred moan.

“I’m going to take a break now,” she said, making her way for the stairs. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

As if he had a choice. That latex wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was the pegasus. She didn’t bother with turning off the light as she walked up the stairs, knowing he couldn’t see anything. No, for him there would just be the darkness and the frightful claustrophobia, with no way of knowing how long he’d be left there like that.

No need to spoil the fun for him. A little water, a little resting, and she would be down for more. There were still plenty of tricks up her sleeve.