Domesticity
Author's Note: Warnings for Strong sexual themes. This little one-shot takes place in the same universe as Looks Like a Lady, so also warnings for futa!Light.
-Domesticity-
*BLLLUUUUUURRRRRRAAAARRRPPP!*
No. It wasn't a Behemoth's mating call. Nor was it a Long Gui snoring, nor an Oretoise farting.
It was Fang.
Lightning's otherwise lovely wife let loose a horrendously loud belch that reverberated against the very walls of their moderate-sized home. Lightning let out a sigh, and tapped her fork agitatedly against her plate.
Adrien, their son, who was all of six years old, and his sister, Avery, seven years old, both covered their mouths with both hands clamped tight, though it did little to hold in the spasms of giggles.
Fang paused in her snarfing down of her portion of dinner, fork half-way to her lips, her eyes drifting to her annoyed wife.
That look meant she'd be sleeping on the couch tonight. Fang hated sleeping on the couch. The living room was drafty at night. It sucked.
"Oh…er…um" Fang coughed to clear her throat and fixed her spawn with her best version of the Farron Glare, thought it was nothing compared to what her wife and sister-in-law could do. Immediately, both children quieted. "Uh…s'cuze me…" Fang muttered aloud, averting her eyes from her wife.
Lightning spoke quietly. "You're excused, Fang," She continued eating in her reserved, quiet manner, praying her children would take after her, rather than her wife, who continued snarfing her food, smacking with her mouth open, talking while she ate, and otherwise being entirely obnoxious with her atrocious table manners.
"Bllleeeeeeeerrrrrppppp!"
Lightning's eyebrows both reached her hairline.
This hideous noise had come from her son. Her innocent young son, who favored Fang so much, he was her spitting image, the complete contrast to his older sister, Avery, who bore Lightning's resemblance, save for one green eye.
Adrien and Avery both snickered amongst themselves.
Lightning threw a Glare at Fang, who elbowed her son gently, the dark haired boy smiling innocently up at her with his large, sparkling viridian eyes. "Adrien…" Fang warned
"Yes, Mommy?" he asked, all innocence, as he chewed vigorously, swinging his legs from his chair.
Fang did her best to admonish him, even though she wanted to melt at his utterly adorable face. "That's very rude of you,"
"But it had to come out!" he rationalized, hoping his mothers would understand that his teeny little body could not possibly have held all of that air in. For good measure, he threw an accusation at his mother, "And you did it, too!"
Fang dropped her head into her hand. She was so sleeping on the couch tonight. She spared a glance at her wife, who was still Glaring at her, then turned to try to reason with her son.
"Yes, but I said, 'Excuse me'"
The little boy looked thoughtful for a moment, his head tilted to one side, dark brows furrowed in concentration. He glanced at Lightning. "S'cuze me, Mommy!" he declared loudly, and puffed out his chest, clearly proud of himself.
Lightning sighed. "You're excused, Adrien,"
The rest of the dinner passed without further incident. Lightning was glad that Avery had some manners, at least, not belching out loud like Fang and her younger brother, although, the pink-haired girl seemed to have developed a severe aversion to utensils, choosing instead to eat with her hands, and smacking with her mouth open, as Fang and Avery both did.
After dinner was over and baths were done, homework double-checked, and bedtime stories read, Fang walked quietly behind her wife, admiring the gentle swish of her backside.
Lightning whirled around and glared at Fang when she reached the door to their bedroom. A scowl accused Fang silently. Her words were not biting though, a gentle admonition. "You're a terrible influence on our children, Fang,"
Fang tried to defend herself, "Uh…I…try my best…?"
Lightning feigned defeat, even going so far as to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Remind me again… exactly why did I marry you…?"
Fang grinned, though Lightning couldn't see it. She sidled up to her wife and snaked her arms around the fair-skinned woman, pulling her close. "Ya couldn't get enough of my wild ways…" she whispered sensually in Lightning's ear.
Not to be won, so easily, Lightning swiftly reminded her wife who the Guardian Corps Lieutenant in the family was. Shifting Fang's arms behind her back and pinning them at an almost painful angle, Lightning shoved her wife, against the door, holding her in place with one hand fisted in her hair at the nape of her neck.
Fang gasped. She loved it when Lightning got rough. It meant they were about to have awesome, wild, unbridled sex, likely preceded by plenty of fun teasing. For all that Lightning Farron was a proper lady in the street, between the sheets, she was all freak.
"Well," Lightning purred in Fang's exposed ear, " wild is good in youth… but now, you've got an example to set…"
Lighting let her words hang for a moment, then continued. "Time to break this pony…" she said. Opening the door, she gave Fang a rough shove into the bedroom.
Fang stumbled, and found herself on all fours on the carpet.
"Stay down," Lightning instructed.
A shiver ran down Fang's spine. She could hear Lightning rummaging around in the top shelf of their bedroom closet. The shelf where they kept certain toys. She couldn't see what Lightning was getting, so that made it kind of a mystery, and all the more fun.
Lightning returned with what looked like an actual horse-bit, with two leather laces leading off either end -sort of a very simplified bridle- a saddle, and a riding crop.
"Is that thing real?" Fang asked.
Lightning only replied by placing the bit in Fang's mouth. "Time to domesticate you, my Wild Stallion," she purred, before placing the saddle over Fang's back.
Fang felt Lightning climb into the saddle and shift her weight around until she was comfortable. She took hold of the reigns and lifted her legs, tucking her feet into the stirrups.
The first sting of the riding crop lit across Fang's right butt cheek, coupled with a gentle tug on the bit as Lightning urged Fang forward.
"Rule #1-" Lightning said out loud as Fang carried her across the room, "Do NOT"
-WHACK!- the riding crop bit into Fang's right cheek again.
"Belch,"
-WHACK!- another, equally hard strike, in the same precise spot, had Fang reeling for breath.
"In front of,"
-WHACK!-
"Our children"
-WHACK!-
"Understand?" Lightning tugged on the reigns, allowing Fang to stop and turn to look at her over her shoulder.
Fang nodded her head, agreeing silently to do better. This earned her a gentle pat on the head.
"Good Girl," Lightning cooed. Her serious façade returned and she nudged Fang forward by pressing her heels into Fang's ribs. "Now…"
"Rule #2- In this family,"
-WHACK!- Fang flinched a little when her virgin left butt cheek was treated to the same vicious strike as the right had endured.
"we eat,"
-WHACK!- Lightning's precision was utterly amazing. Only a square inch of Fang's flesh ached and burned where the riding crop left its mark. A novice would have been all over the place, having her entire ass on fire.
"with our mouths"
-WHACK!-
"closed,"
-WHACK!- Lightning stopped her again. Fang glanced over her shoulder once more.
"Got it?"
Fang nodded vehemently in reply. Lightning smiled at her, a beautiful, genuine smile that reached her eyes. "You're doing so well.." she said, fondly stroking a hand through Fang's mane.
With a click of her tongue, and a tug on the bridle, Lightning directed Fang to turn around, as they had run out of room.
"Rule #3- In this family,"
-WHACK!- Fang's right butt cheek received the punishment once more, in the exact same spot as before. Fang trembled slightly with the blow. Damn, Lightning was good, oh, so good!
"we eat"
-WHACK!-
"with utensils"
-WHACK!- unf! Fang bit her lip. Cocoonians, or maybe, more specifically, her wife, had so many rules about eating… this foreplay was just beginning to edge the other side of discomfort.
"not hands!"
-WHACK!- that one had not been Fang's doing, but she endured the blow. She was the parent, and Avery, the child, after all. She needed to do better to encourage her daughter to use a fork, knife, and spoon with her food. Fang's aching right butt cheek would be a suitable reminder tomorrow at breakfast, when she would definitely have trouble sitting on it.
Lighting paused and tugged on the reigns. Fang nodded, without turning to her. She was so worked up already, she just wanted this to be over and receive her reward, allowing Lightning to ride her (in the bed) as hard as she wanted to.
Lightning patted the top of Fang's head and spurred her mount onward with a click of her tongue and a tug on the bridle.
"Rule #4-" Lightning continued, "in this family"
-WHACK!- Fang's left butt cheek was the recipient of the blow this time, her wife being kind enough and wise enough to even things out for Fang, instead of relying on only one side to get her point across.
"we do NOT,"
-WHACK!-
"speak,"
-WHACK!-
"with our mouths,"
-WHACK!-
"full of food,"
-WHACK!-
Fang nodded before Lightning could ask her if the message was clear. Lightning soothingly petted her head for a moment, smiling down at her wife.
The bedroom door opened with a creak, and the hearts of both women leapt into their throats.
Adrien wandered into the room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Mommy! I had a bad-"
Fang and Lightning gasped, eyes growing wide as saucers. Both tried to fathom some excuse, but were equally dumbfounded and speechless.
Luckily, Adrien was only six.
"You playin' Cowboys and Oerbans?"
Lightning was the first to regain her composure at her son's innocent words. "Uh… yeah… something like that…" she muttered, hiding the riding crop from his view by switching it to her left hand and using her body to shield him from adult perversions.
Adrien's eyes lit up, "Can I play? I wanna play too!" He ran over to Lightning and climbed up as she pulled him into her lap.
Lightning tugged on the reigns and Fang turned to make another lap across the bedroom.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Lightning ventured, her voice gentle and caring. Beneath her, Fang's heart tugged for the woman. Though she often had trouble showing it to Fang, deep down, Lightning really was a softie.
Adrien made a pouty noise that was somewhere between a whine and a "yeah". He snuggled into Lightning's side and held on tightly, seeking the comfort of his mother's arms.
Minutes later, he was asleep. Lightning nudged Fang to a stop. She carefully rose to her feet, mindful of not waking her son. She walked him back into the room he shared with Avery and laid him in his bed. Lightning pulled the covers up to his neck and laid a gentle kiss on his forehead. She turned and walked over to Avery's bed. Her daughter had managed to tangle herself in the covers, one leg poking out. Lightning straightened things out and tucked her daughter in. She kissed her on the cheek and quietly left the room.
Fang was still on the floor, saddle and all, when Lightning returned to the bedroom. Lightning smiled bemusedly. "What an obedient pet I have…" she mused.
Fang smiled up at her.
Lightning's expression changed. "Strip,"
Fang obliged and removed the bridle, saddle, and her clothes. When she was done, Lightning was still standing by the door, in her uniform, having removed only her underwear from beneath her skirt.
"On the bed,"
Fang eagerly complied, nearly running over to and jumping up on the bed.
Lightning positioned herself behind Fang.
Fang could feel the heat of Lightning's arousal, dangerously near her dripping folds. She bit her lip, waiting for the moment her wife would enter her.
"Crap! I almost forgot…" Lightning said. She moved away from Fang.
"What now?" Fang whined, ass in the air, horny and wanting to have that feeling sated. Her fingers closed tight around the pillows beneath her hands.
Lightning fumbled with something in the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Finally, she pulled out a small wrapper. Fang grunted, as Lightning opened the packaged and slipped the condom on.
"You made me wait, for that?" Fang complained, throwing a glare at Lightning over her shoulder.
Lightning looked at her, confused. "You don't want another one…do you…?" she asked, one eyebrow slowly raising.
Fang smirked, "Babe, I'll spit out as many brats as you see fit to knock me up with,"
For that, she earned a thwack to the back of her head.
Fang rolled her eyes, "The point is, just get on with it!" she begged.
Lightning mimicked Fang's smirk. "Then lets see just how domesticated you are now, My Little Pony" she said slapping Fang's right butt cheek with mild force as she slid inside of her wife, both women groaning in ecstasy.