Piercy Pain

Piercy flushed as Rainbow Dash ventured the compliment she had been so arduously fishing for. “Coming from you, that means a great deal,” she said, turning to face the athlete. “Considering that you are utterly stunning.”

Piercy’s eyes widened slightly as she looked openly as Rainbow’s breasts. “To be honest, it would almost be a shame to pierce your nipples. I doubt anything could be done to enhance their appearance. They are as close to perfect as is possible. Still, there is considerable enhancement of pleasure after they are healed.”

She walked closer to Rainbow Dash, gaining courage. “My own are pierced. Perhaps you’d like to see?” she asked, very quietly, afraid she’d gone too far, even as her hand stole to the top button of her blouse to rest there, anticipating.

Dash’s face spread into a wide smile as all remaining attempts to play it cool were tossed out the window when the compliment was returned “Heh thanks, I have noticed there are a lot of ponies that are afraid of complimenting me now because they are afraid of coming off as a creep or something, but really I have never minded.” she said, unaware of Piercy’s earlier thoughts.

At the comment about the piercings Rainbow responded by nodding, “Ya, Pinkie Pie, a friend of mine, told me about how good piercings could be, but she has her hood pierced too, which sounds… a little extreme to me, at least right now. I want to see how the nipple piercings feel before I go for the hood.” she explained.

when Piercy walked closer to her and made her offer Dash blushed heavily and stuttered a bit, “Y-ya, that sounds good…” she would have tried to say something more to try to uphold her reputation, but they were alone and she didn’t want to make a mistake that would result in not getting to see them, after all.

Percy's cheeks flushed as she maintained eye contact with the adorable pegasus.  She started to undo her buttons quickly, but the then, gauging  Dashie's mood, slowed herself down.  She took ten seconds to undo the second button, which exposed the tops of her breasts and her lacy black bra.

She took a step forward and undid the third button, fully revealing her breasts, the rounded barbells apparent in the black lace.  She undid the bottom two buttons quickly, shrugging out of her blouse and reaching her hands to her back as it fluttered to the floor.

"Oh this darned thing, could you give me a hand?"  Piercy turned, showing her well-defined back to Rainbow Dash, the clasp of the bra glittering in the dim light.

"Ha!" The Queen knocked the candles off her victim’s belly with the stick of the tickler so there would be no chance of a wax fire. "Well, well, well. It looks like your Rainments are covered in wax. We shall have to get them cleaned. Bela!"

The heavyset pony grasped…

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Two minutes had passed; plenty of time left. Vandalia decided not go to level three just yet. An alternate form of stimulation though…

Vandalia looked the suspended and rear-ended pony in the eye and slowly started to remove her dress, a seductive smile on her face. as she did so, she looked at a table nearby where a dildo lay, then returned her gaze to Clicky, licking her lips.

Focused on trying not to think about what she was feeling, it took her a moment to realize what was going on as the queen began to disrobe.  It was the brief flick of her tongue wetting those lips that pierced through her thoughts to tantalize her with wicked ideas.  No words were spoken, but the message was still perfectly clear: I know how to make you feel really, really good.  I can show you pleasures of which you’ve never dreamed.  She swallowed hard, her gaze momentarily caught, entranced as warm, soft pleasure began to wrap around her thoughts like a blanket.  It would be so easy…so very easy to just relax and let the pleasure take her…

A shudder runs through her, and she feels her sex clench instinctively at the invading toy.  For a moment the sensation is so much more intense, and she really wants to lose herself in it all, but…  But that isn’t how the game is played, and with a whine she gave her head a violent shake, trying to dispel the powerful arousal.  Think slimy things…gotta think unsexy thoughts!  By the look in her eye, she wasn’t having quite as much luck this time around.

Vandalia’s dress fluttered to the ground.  Three minutes gone, but one cannot rush these things.  She walked to the table and took the thick, black rubber cock and then walked to where Clicky was.  She took a chair as well and sat, leaning back, watching the show.  Then she took the phallic object, looking up into Clicky’s eyes, and began to suck on it, massaging it with her hoof, then finally trailing it down her chest, belly and, leaning back in the chair with her legs splayed, she rubbed the thick head up and down her pink. sodden slit.

"You know what, peasant?  I’d love to watch you being fucked by a handsome stallion while you watched me being fucked by another one.  Then, after they came inside of us, we’d eat the cum out of each other’s pussies."  The dildo pressed upward, forcing the Queen’s tight snatch open as she gasped.  "It’s the best of both worlds, a delicious, hot punani with cream filling.  Don’t you think so?"

Clicky found herself instinctively rolling her hips the little bit she could against the invading shaft pumping away at her as she stared at the beautiful mare revealed before her.  She knew she should look away, but her eyes were glued to the mare’s form, watching her fetch the large dildo, settling down with it, running her tongue over it.  When it traveled down the queen’s body, the peasant’s eyes did too, and she shivered watching the mare tease herself with it, wished it could be her tongue there.  Her arousal was coming to a boil despite her efforts to stop it, and she was sure to lose now.

Almost as soon as Piercy spoke, however, she started to realize her mistake.  The suggestion of involving stallions blew the warm blanket of pleasure haze to tatters.  As she continued to speak, Clicky’s whole mien rapidly changed, her ears going back, her lips and jaw tightening, her eyes narrowing, and her limbs tugging uneasily at the restraints.  The arousal wasn’t gone entirely - even at level two the machine was far too effective for that, and there were signs of that paradoxical arousal at being helpless in the face of something unpleasant, but as a skilled domme and empath, Piercy could read Clicky as if there was a billboard over her head.  It definitely was not the best of both worlds to her, and when she looked at the queen, she could imagine the dildo replaced by a stallion that would be tainting that treasure.  It was clearly not a mental image from which she took any kind of pleasure.

Piercy frowned.  She’d blown the scene entirely.  Her own arousal vanished in an instant as Clicky’s violent reaction to the suggestion of a stallion.  A lesbian.  How could I miss that?  That’s what I get for taking a walk-on.  Now what?  I’m committed… If I stop., I’ll lose all hope of control.  I can’t be reactive.  This is gong to be tricky, it has to be seamless.

"Oh, my dear!  You don’t like stallions?  Why?  Are you scared of their big muscles?  Or maybe you don’t care for the way they treat mares?  I sometimes forget that not everypony enslaves the stallions they buck.  It must be a different experience when they aren’t afraid of you.  Have you ever?  Or it just isn’t your thing?  Hmm…"

She glanced down at the timer.  Five minutes left.  Go big or go home.  “I have something you might enjoy…”  She tossed the dildo aside and ran to a desk, rummaging through a drawer.  Here it is!  This was rather expensive.  I hope it works, otherwise I will look like an utter fool.  She held up the potion and looked at it, then at Clicky, trying to gague her response.

For her part, the grey mare was starting to feel confident she could win this challenge.  The part of her that knew this was all a scene being played out wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to win, but the perfectionist part of her insisted on staying in character, and that meant doing anything she could to win.  Just thinking of a stallion’s hooves and…other parts on her was enough to keep her arousal down to barely a simmer, and she felt confident that if nothing changed she could easily make it to the end.

Of course she wasn’t mad at the mare for what was obviously an honest mistake, and when Piercy (or perhaps it was still the queen) began speaking, she looked up with only a bit of a grimace.  ”I like stallions just fine,” she replied with only a trace of her former lust, paused for emphasis, then added, “as friends.”  A flicker of something in her eyes hinted that she wasn’t telling the whole story. but she didn’t feel like getting into it right now.  Just as well since the clock was ticking on this trial.

Sensing her advantage, the peasant gave her a defiant smirk as the queen abandoned her previous ploy.  She knew it was risky to goad the powerful woman, but a timid mare wouldn’t have dared the challenge in the first place, so she called back, “Really?  You thought I’d enjoy being rutted like a brood mare too.”  She let the comment hang a moment then snorted softly, “I have to admit I’m curious.  We both know you lose if this potion steals my will from me, so it can’t be anything like that.  No, you know better than to try that, but then what is it?”  She stared back at the queen feeling the seconds tick away before finally answering, “Fine then, I’ll try your potion, and we’ll see if you really do deserve your reputation, dread queen Vandalia.”  Still bound to the frame, all she could do was lean forwards slightly and part her lips for the flask.

"Oh.  You don’t realize what this is, do you?  It’s not for you dear, it’s for me."  Here goes nothing.  She braced herself, made a silent prayer to Luna, and drank the concoction down.  She grimaced at the taste, then clutched at her stomach.  Another minute passed during which she gasped at the sensations.  Then she stood, shook herself and looked at Clicky.  She was the same as before, except that she now sported a moderate-sized penis.

"Oh gosh!"  She could not help but to break character.  "This is weird!"  She then mastered herself once again.  "What a singular experience!  Several of my agents died to bring me that potion, so I hope you appreciate their sacrifice!"

Clicky's look turned to one of puzzlement, her gaze betraying how the whole dynamic of the situation seemed to be shifting beneath her.  Not for me?  Then what...why is she drinking it?  What does it do?  That looks painful.  Is she okay?  Oh wait, you aren't gagged, so maybe you should ask her yourself.  "Um, are you okay?" she finally asked.  As Piercy straightened up, Clicky's eyes widened.  She had heard of such magic before, but she'd never known anyone to have used it, much less seen it used herself.  

The transformation filled her with conflicting feelings of intense attraction and a mild revulsion that had her chewing her lower lip and squirming uneasily.  No matter how well crafted, a strap-on dildo was still only a dildo, but this thing was warm, alive, and very masculine, and yet as her nostrils flared, the scent was still mostly feminine with only hints of masculine mixed in like a mare that had recently been in a stallion's locker room.  No, if she was to be honest with herself, this was just the right balance, close enough to something she didn't want yet connected to someone, controlled by someone she did want, someone she wanted to believe she could trust, and she was being forced to accept the one to get the other.  That was the reason for her squirming, the reason she was getting turned on after nearly losing the mood entirely.  Her face flushed as she murmured, "Y..yeah, that...that just might do it."

Piercy barely suppressed a sigh of relief, then she looked at the flaccid member between her legs.  This is so odd.  How do they...  She stopped herself, walked up to Clickly and looked into her eyes, then looked at the machine working on her.  She bent to take a closer look, and inhaled her scent.  Oh.

She watched in amazement as her cock filled with blood, erectile tissue engorged, stretching the skin to the point where it was now shiny, the meat throbbing with her pulse, almost doubling in length and thickness.  Oh, that actually hurts!  But it hurts so good...

She glanced back at the pussy being tormented by the mechanical device, and growled deep in her throat.  "Oh, there is no way I'm not using this on you!  You're coming, right now!  Do you understand?"  She reached down and twisted the knob to the top setting, five.