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Valentine's Chastity

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)

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Happy Valentine's Day, colt!

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"Oh... I really thought it'd be bigger."

Amethyst smirked and rapped the riding crop smartly into the flat of her palm. The resulting snap made the colt on his knees before her jump and sway, struggling to maintain his balance on his knees with latex cuffs secured around the narrowest point of this thigh and a spreader bar fixed between them. Madoc could have gotten up if the mare assisted him in some manner, but otherwise would be forced to squirm and rock on his side if he hoped to clamber in an ungainly fashion to his hooves.

It was deliciously humiliating, a fact demonstrated by the stallion's splotched pink and grey cock throbbing from his sheath, a puddle of pre-cum drooling on the wooden floor. Madoc hadn't been allowed to kneel on the rug, for consideration of the truly awful mess he made when he was aroused.

Yes, he was a very bad colt sometimes. And bad colts got just what was coming to them, what they deserved.

A latex harness encased his chest, highlighting the definition in his muscles, coat clipped short to better show them off. She'd bound Madoc's paws to the harness itself, cuffs good and tight, just as she liked them, and attachments tucked neatly away from wriggling fingers that may have sought to free the equine from his bondage. Amethyst had allowed him to leave his silvery-grey mane and tail long, the fine hairs of his mane spilling luxuriously down the arch of his neck, but that only meant that it gave her liberty to tie pink bows and ribbons into it from time to time. The jury was still out quite on how he felt about that one.

To complete his ensemble was the specially designed latex bridle on his head and a cold, steel bit in his mouth, secured in the gap between his teeth so that all he could do was mouth it quietly, yet not rid himself of it.

The red mare, on the other hand, stalked around him, a pair of long latex boots, custom made for hooves and fetlocks, stretched up to her hocks. She had full freedom of movement in a thong with a slit in it to allow access to her pussy - cut across just below the dock of her tail - and a fitted corset, tightened just enough to push up the swell of her cleavage. Amethyst chuckled softly, watching her submissive colt squirm before her, the four-poster bed of the hotel room that she was confident he'd assumed was for the two of them to share on a "romantic weekend away".

Well, sometimes romance took a harsher paw. And that worked sweetly for them.

Madoc raised his chin a fraction, flicking one ear in her direction. But the words that he managed to force past the bit were too muffled and mumbled to come across clearly.

Amethyst turned on him, eyes narrowed, though there was a mischievousness element to the glint in her eye that set his heart pounding.

"What was that?" She cupped a paw mockingly to her ear. "I can't hear you, colt. Louder!"

Madoc gulped and strove to enunciate, cheeks reddening.

"What... What did you think would be bigger, mistress?"

She laughed, mane flipping from one side of her neck to the other as she murmured condescendingly and gave him a sharp smack with the flap of leather on the crop, an imprint left on his thigh. Although he clenched his paws into fists, Madoc ground his teeth and managed to stay in place, not quite jumping. Her tail twitched in mild approval - the best he could hope for in such a compromising situation.

"This, of course, you silly colt." The tip of the crop traced his sheath, soft and pulled back around the thicker base of his cock. "Did you think this little thing was ever going to be big enough to please me?"

He shuddered, eyes plaintive and begging, but his body betrayed his arousal, cock twitching and spurting an extra dollop of pre-cum as if he simply could not contain himself. Running the crop up his length, Amethyst cooed mockingly as he trembled into her touch, torso tipping forward as his need for self-control battled with a lust for humiliation.

And she knew how to play him right into that secret little niggling lust.

"It's no wonder I have to go out in search of bigger and better studs when all you have to offer is a little cock like this," she goaded him, fingers brushing her exposed pussy lips through the gap in her latex lingerie. "You think I'd even feel anything with that little prick inside me?"

Madoc shook his head, dipping his nose down until his chin touched his chest, shoulders shuddering.

"No, mistress."

"At least you know that. That's something, I suppose."

Crouching, she grabbed his shaft roughly, handling it as if it was not a sensitive part of his anatomy at all. Madoc squealed and whipped his head back, but did not pull away, eyes rimmed with white as she applied an increasing amount of pressure, fingertips digging in. Breathing harshly through fluttering, flared nostrils, the grey stallion wove his head back and forth as he fought to contain himself, tail flicking and swiping the long hairs across the polished floor in a light swish.

Amethyst smirked and pinched the head of his cock, enjoying the expressions flickering across his muzzle: pain flirting with arousal. His confusion and the raw contradiction of the act was utterly enticing, a delicious cocktail that she only sought more of. And he would drink down every drop she offered him and gladly ask for more. Madoc clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw shook and it took every ounce of willpower he had in him to not pull away, both causing himself more pain in the moment and later too, if he knew the dominant mare.

Just a little longer. His nostrils flared, eyes wide and bulging madly. He had to hold out. Just a little bit longer.

And then her paw was gone, the mare stepping back and pricking her ears as if she had suddenly lost interest in him altogether.

The colt gasped as he was released, slumping forward as sweat darkened patches on his coat. His chest heaved, dragging in breaths that he had not been able to secure while waiting out the pain and his cock throbbed, flushing with blood where her fingers had been sharply removed. But her attention was not on him.

Someone rapped sharply on the hotel room door and Amethyst grinned, showing a flash of white teeth as she fluttered her mascara-laded eyelashes at him. Madoc's heart flipped over. Not that she needed any make-up, but the accents to her eyes and cheeks only made her seem all the power intimidating and powerful in the moment, latex polished to a sultry gleam.

"Ah, best get you out of the way now, hadn't I?"

His eyes fixed on her hooves as she approached, a length of leather dangling from her paws. But the fur on the other side of the door knocked again, seemingly more impatient the second time. He could not help but look towards it, only to have his muzzle slapped back into place crudely. Madoc exhaled in a rush. Quick discipline was something he understood and understood well. The colt's cock drooled and twitched, the tip half-flared as if he was about to cum right then and there.

Oh, he was adorable when he was so turned on, in the dark and yet not for long. Fastening a pair of reins to the bit in his mouth, Amethyst hooked them in a tight loop to the wardrobe door handle behind him, high enough that it would be difficult for him to free himself, but not completely impossible. His eyes burned with questions, but she pressed a finger to her lips, trailing a paw across his muzzle as she stepped back, him leaning after her just to desperately brush her fingers with his velvety lips as she went after what a mare really needed.

"Be quiet now, colt. This is for me, not you."

Approaching the door of the hotel room, Amethyst flicked up her tail, showing off her dripping pussy as she opened the door with a calculated sweep of her arm.

"Dante, sweetheart," she growled, pushing her shoulder blades back, the crop discarded for the moment. "You're late."

A stallion, head and shoulders taller than her, stepped over the threshold with a chuckle and a smirk that Madoc would not have dared give her. The dun equine with a golden coat scratched his throat and shook his head, leaning back against the door as Amethyst closed it behind him and pressed her slender body up to his. His paw slipped into the small of her back as if it belonged there - and had been there before too.

Madoc groaned, hips rocking lightly.

"I hit some traffic," Dante rumbled, his voice deep and rolling like waves on a beach. "But I'd never keep a mare waiting unduly."

Her eyes smouldered, lips a hair's breadth from his and parted, though she did not lean in for the kiss.

"Get over here."

She didn't give the stallion much choice in the matter. A shirt and tie seemed suitable for such a smart stud, but she took full advantage of his tie, latching onto it and hauling him to the massive, four-poster bed that her colt had hoped to share with her that night. It seemed, however, that he was destined to merely play the part of the voyeur, a fact that struck him just as Amethyst toppled to the bed with Dante on top of her, the stallion's lips meeting hers in a fervent kiss.

It didn't take her long to get his clothes off and the cock that she revealed, mottled pink and black, was longer and thicker than his, even while still being pumped with blood. Madoc stifled a groan, part of him wanting to look away from the object of his own humiliation while his mistress straddled the stallion, tail flicked neatly up and out of the way just to show him what he was missing out on.

Dante kissed and nibbled at her breasts to a chorus of approving nickers, but she tired of play, pussy leaving a lewdly wet trickle of arousal along his cock as she ground her folds along the length of it. The stallion grunted and she raised her hips up, handling his cock deftly with one paw to press the tip of his shaft to her soaked pussy lips, warm and supple and ready to take him just as she pleased.

Madoc sucked in a breath. Damn, she wasn't messing around!

"Fuck me like a stud," she hissed, her other paw spreading flat on his chest, a semblance of pinning him down. "Or else I'll be the one doing the fucking here."

Dante rumbled a chuckle, his tail flicking against the bed.

"I would never intend to disappoint."

Her hips sank down, pushing the flat head of his cock inside, so wet that it was easy - almost too easy - for the mare's pussy to suck him inside. Amethyst cried out, tipping her head back as Dante planted his hooves into the soft bed and thrust up to meet her, ramming the full length of his shaft into her. His thumb found her clit, the swollen bud pressing through the crotchless gap in her thong and pressed down lightly on it, calling a throaty moan from her lips as she flagged her tail higher still.

Oh, it was good to get a stud, a nice, thick cock to grind into her and hit all the spots that he could not. He'd never been able to reach some places. Amethyst cast her colt a glance back over her shoulder, smirking all the while. It was no surprise to find his eyes quite firmly fixed on her buttocks, watching them rise and fall as she found her pace, lust rising with exhilarating speed.

Dante neighed and snorted, blowing noisily through both nostrils, pecs and abs tensing as he used every bit of strength in his body to please the mare who had sought him out for her special night. There were some things, after all, that a proper stallion could do and one of those things was fuck.

Each thrust of his hips sank the full length of his cock into her and Amethyst gasped as she slammed back against him, grinding down just to get a little bit of extra pressure on her clit as he strove to keep up with her. Dante drank in the sight of the mare before him, paw squeezing her hip as his fingers curled around to her muscled buttocks. Inside her, his cock throbbed and pulsed, spurting pre-cum as if he was climaxing already.

"Fuck yes," Amethyst growled, shoulders hunching as she rolled her hips back in time with his thrusts. "You're just what I needed, stud."

Dante would have perhaps had cocky words for her if he had not been panting and nickering so desperately himself, his paws on her hips as he guided her on him. Her pussy sucked and pulled at his cock, though he stretched her out with every thrust, the tip cramming up to her cervix as he bottomed out beautifully inside her.

Sometimes two bodies were just meant to fit together.

But one night would bring more instances of ecstasy than either of them had the sense to contain. Grabbing Amethyst by the hips, Dante bodily rolled her onto her back and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his strong waist, the stallion's fat shaft not slipping out of her for a single second during the manoeuvre. On his knees, he snorted softly and pressed his lips to hers, the mare's tongue eagerly playing with him as they moaned and fought for dominance between their muzzles.

And his hips sped up, the stallion's need rising and rising, hips slapping her thighs. They forgot about the colt drooling pre-cum in the corner of the room, his orgasm and physical pleasure of the night denied. All that mattered was each other, two lustful bodies coming together intimately in a carnal embrace.

Dante's fingers teased and rubbed her clit - ah, she'd got that one trained well - and Amethyst let her head fall back onto the pillows, paws tracing the lines of muscle in his chest and giving his nipples a cheeky pinch. The stallion grunted and, although he'd previously been adamant that he was not a lover of pain, fucked her all the harder, rocking the headboard of the bed back against the wall with a crack that surely disturbed those in the next room over.

They didn't care.

Amethyst moaned, breath catching in the moment before orgasm - and then she was gone, over the edge as she whinnied shrilly. Wave after wave of pleasure claimed her body, the trembling pulses shivering through her muscles as if she had suddenly lost control of her body, legs twitching around her waist. And, as she climaxed, her cunt tensed around Dante's full length, rippling and twitching until he too was pulled into orgasm right along with her.

But the load he delivered was far from anything the poor watching colt could have pleased his mistress with - that was if she'd even allowed him the honour of ejaculating inside her. Dante flagged his tail proudly, heavy balls swinging up to the mare beneath her, and let out a loud neigh as he climaxed, thick ropes of fertile seed splattering up into the mare's tight passage. He groaned through the ecstasy, eyes half-lidded and lower lip quivering softly as he spent himself inside her, cum trickling out her strained pussy lips as she struggled to contain every drop. But there was simply too much to be sealed with her and dollop after dollop drooled down her buttocks as she kept her legs high and wrapped around her stud, holding him to her as he gave her every last drop he had in his balls.

Madoc licked his lips, mouthing the bit as he tipped forward, only held back by the reins. The stallion slowly drew back from his mare as she sprawled in the afterglow, leaving her cunny stretched and dripping cum, the best kind of creampie for a submissive colt to dig his tongue into. Moaning to himself, he shook his head, forelock half-falling over his eyes as he stretched out his fingers and clenched them into fists again, tensing and releasing repeatedly in the only way he could.

But there was to be no release for him that night, even if his mistress chose to enjoy herself repeatedly with her stud for the night. He could watch and thrust his hips and even whimper and beg if he liked, but there would be no sweet climax while they luxuriated in theirs. Over and over again.

Madoc drew in a shuddering breath, nostrils puckering and fluttering. It could not have been a better night. Nothing could have made it a better night.

He pulled against his bondage, nickering and bobbing his muzzle softly to catch their attention, Dante flat on his back with an arm flung up to the headboard as if his own head had not quite stopped spinning yet. Madoc would have smirked if the stallion was not getting what, rightly, should have been his and yet was not. He knew what that feeling was like. His mistress was kind of a pro at delivering it in hefty, addictive doses.

And then she took it all away, leaving him broken and craving more, a helpless servant to her whim.

Madoc suppressed a groan, averting his eyes from the embarrassingly large pool of pre-cum pooling before him. It was as if they had been destined to meet.

Sprawled across the bed as Dante groaned, his soft cock twitching and drooling across his thigh, Amethyst caught her colt's eye, rolled onto her front and blew him a kiss. Madoc shivered, cock as hard and needy as ever. He had no doubt that it would throb and drool for the rest of the night and, if he knew his mistress, well into the next morning too.

"Happy Valentine's Day, colt."

And it was a very happy one indeed!