The New Adventures of Daring Do

Chapters

Troubled Homecomings
Daring Do Meets the Minotaur King and Gets Fucked, Part 1
Daring Do Meets the Minotaur King and Gets Fucked, Part 2
Rainbow Dash Meets Daring Do and Has Sex

Troubled Homecomings

Author's Note

Gave the Chapter a proper title, and after months of real life yelling at me to pay attention to it I'm back to writing Chapter 2. Thanks for the patience all.

Troubled Homecomings

It was late night in Canterlot. The oil lamps lit the streets of the Noble District and while a few other homes still had their lights on, celebrating with various debauched parties, the light illuminating Twilight Velvet's study was not on for such a reason.

“I can't believe you'd do this to me, Daring! You worthless bimbo!” The off-white unicorn mare paced in front of her desk, a red collar cinched around her neck marking her as a mare of privilege, one who knew exactly what her place was in this new Equestria and embraced it. Her bared flanks were a sight to behold even in her enraged and worry-filled state, three purple stars emblazoned on both. A white and lavender striped tail that didn't even bother hiding anything hung above those toned cheeks, letting the world see her asshole as she turned. She was sure it was giving the Diamond Dog bounty hunter that brought back Master's slave a show, but she didn't quite care at the moment.

Daring Do meanwhile sat panting happily, recognizing the authority of her Master's preferred pet. The light gold pegasus mare's eyes had a blank look behind them as she positioned herself like a dog on the floor, waiting for a scratch behind the ear and call of 'good girl.' Her belly was swollen, carrying a litter after her latest adventure, and like her fellow slave she was nude, save for a purple collar that was clasped around her neck. When Daring had failed to report in, Velvet knew just what had happened; it had happened before and the weak willed bimbo in front of her would likely allow it to happen again. At the very least she had managed to keep a journal up until the point where her mind finally snapped; Night Light had gotten that a week after he hired the Diamond Dog to go find the slut in their caves. The bounty hunter had sent it to him ahead of time, letting Night Light know he'd expect recompense for having to barter for the pair's old friend. Still, Velvet had to admit Daring did look good with a swollen belly and large, milk filled tits. Night Light would likely agree with her on that. He was hardly alone, either; Daring Do and the Caves of the Diamond Dogs had been topping the bestseller list since its release. Caribou and stallions alike seemed to love something about a freshly-broken purple.

Velvet's palm slapped into her face, and the pegasus mare cocked her head, not sure what her friend and fellow slave was doing, “I can't send you out again like this! It's going to take months for you to push out those pups and for the damn memory wipe spells to take! What in the name of Tartarus were you thinking!?” Daring just whimpered, realizing she had done something wrong, and lowered her head to look at the floor and away from Velvet; even in her feral state she knew she'd displeased her oldest friend. Velvet had to admit though, this was better than the glare and argument Daring usually gave her during these talks, the headstrong mare was not coping with the new ways as well as she herself had. Velvet didn't quite return the feelings of concern right now however; she was in more trouble than Daring. Her publisher was already breathing down her neck for another big hit, one more bestseller this year and her contract was fulfilled until the next. She could almost take a short break without fear of reprisals, and her inspiration and muse just had to go and ruin herself like this? Typically, she would have a few books on standby, but Daring had been missing for four months, a slave to Diamond Dogs that entire time. She continued pacing, growing more frantic and more panicked as time went on. Then Velvet suddenly stopped as she spied them, the 'fan fiction' she had Twilight confiscate from her friend, Rainbow something. It was trite, terrible, and the titles were completely moronic, but they'd work as filler.

The unicorn let out a sigh, “It's alright Daring; I'll fix this. You'll be back in the field soon. I just need to do a few... creative rewrites in the meantime.” She reached down, placing her hand behind the pegasus' ear and scratched, mussing her gray and black mane and making Velvet muse on how cute the look she got from the broken bitch was. “You'll forget about all those big, meaty, veiny... knotted... oversized Diamond Dog cocks...” She looked at the Diamond Dog that had been hired to track her pet down, realizing just what she was saying. He was a bestial thing; like most Diamond Dogs he stood a head or two above ponies and caribou alike. Clothing didn't seem to be a concern for his race, Daring's journal described only seeing them in armor or in vests denoting leadership. This allowed Velvet an unrestricted view of his muscular, brown furred chest, and her eyes darted down to check how he was below the proverbial belt. She was forced to stifle a gasp, she had been so preoccupied with what she was going to do to Daring once he'd left, she failed to notice the growing erection spilling from his sheath. She was fairly sure it beat a majority of ponies, girth wise at least, which only left her wondering about length. She despised giving Daring the benefit of the doubt when it came to sexuality, but if this size was normal for the dogs, she was beginning to see why Daring had broken.

There had been a few of these 'Lone Wolf' Diamond Dogs who had been working with the stallions and Caribou to track down missing slaves. She had heard they were good at it and the one in front of her certainly took care of this quickly. They of course had never bothered to hire one before; Daring always came crawling back eventually. There wasn't exactly anywhere she could go; her adventures before the fall of the Celestial Sisters had left her with a lot of enemies. The gryphons would extradite her as per their treaty with the Caribou, the zebra bowed to the invaders and would do the same, the Diamond Dogs, well... the dogs would have her like this again in days, and the various Kingdoms beyond the sea were out of her reach thanks to the Caribou's tight hold on all ships, sea and air. Even when they weren't, the slave hunters were notorious for bringing their captures back, and enough skilled ones were popping up to even give Daring pause.

Despite the dire situation, Velvet had to smile though as she stepped toward the Diamond Dog, hand brushing against his chest, “And such a stunning body... alright Daring, I think I might be able to forgive you... this time.” She smirked playfully at the bounty hunter, though the dog remained silent. She hadn't memorized his name, ‘Spot’ or something most likely, “As for you, our Master will be happy to reimburse you for buying her back from your brethren. But I think you deserve a bonus for finding her so quickly for us, don't you agree?”

The dog smirked, turning to Daring and letting out a few barks. Her eyes lit up and ears perked as she crawled toward him on all fours. The dog then looked at Velvet once more. His voice was gravelly and hard, the same as any other Diamond Dog, and there was more than a hint of authority there that she'd only ever heard from a few stallions, “On knees, pony.” Of course those stallions at least had proper grammar on their side. Still, Velvet obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of the beast.

Velvet's mouth soon wrapped around the balls of the Diamond Dog, Daring joining her at the shaft, lavishing it with attention as the pair worked their magic on the guest. She could hear her friend begin to cough as the Diamond Dog's slammed his hips forward, the sack in her mouth traveling forward with each powerful thrust. Velvet released her mouth's grasp as she looked at Daring, her throat distending as she took that big, powerful cock with ease despite the strong thrusts of the bounty hunter. She giggled a little, “Oh Daring, I can't stay mad at my husband's second favorite toy.” She couldn't help but smirk at how happy the purple collared mare was taking him, eagerly meeting the muscular dog's thrusts by slamming her throat down around him; a nice little submissive streak broken into her by the cave dwellers. She of course wouldn't mind keeping her old friend like this for a while, but sadly she needed to have her back in the field soon. Otherwise she'd default on her contract, and she could expect to end up taken away from her dear Night Light and left in the same state as Daring. While she wouldn't mind a life of forceful males having their way with her, being taken away from her Night Light was a bit too high of a price for that luxury.

A whimper from Daring broke her concentration; evidently the bounty hunter had pulled his cock from the mare's maw, holding by her the hair just out of reach with the poor broken slut whimpering and darting her tongue forward as she tried desperately to reach his length. Velvet giggled once again at the scene before clearing space on her desk. She looked back when she heard Daring coughing and sputtering yet again, and saw the entirety of the Diamond Dog's thick cock now inside of her throat. Her tongue was extended out of her mouth, seemingly trying to massage and lick the beastly hunter's sack as she gagged on him, wanting nothing more than to please the male using her.

Despite this pleasant distraction, Velvet soon had her desk cleared and climbed atop of it. She knew she still looked good despite two kids, and she welcomed every chance to prove it to herself, such as this. “Excuse me, Sir.” her voice was soft, sensuous, and filled with desire. Her tail was lifted, presenting her glistening slit and tight ass to the male. As he turned back toward her, she wiggled her ass in the air, her taut rump as always a pleasing sight for anyone, “Perhaps you should leave the broken slut be and make this bitch a Dog lover?” she smiled over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded, and watched as the dog pulled Daring off of his cock.

“Come, Bitch.” The dog bellowed as he walked over to Velvet, his large, hardened shaft if full view of her. Daring followed alongside him happily, plodding along on all fours with her swollen belly and tits hanging lewdly under her. The off white mare soon felt his hands pick her up, and she was soon pressed to his muscular chest. She giggled a little, thinking he would slam that monster into her now, but to her disappointment he turned her, making her look directly at him. She was then placed back on her desk, her firm ass hanging over the edge as her legs dangled. After a brief moment of confusion she realized this position gave her the chance to watch him press that deliciously large tip at her entrance.

Daring was sitting under her, the bimbo's face directly in the path of the dog's balls as he finally split Velvet's slit open, the sizable intruder causing her to cry out in pleasure. She quickly found herself being taken over and over by the powerful mercenary and bounty hunter, moaning uncontrollably each time he buried himself within her. Her hands reached up and grasped her tits, kneading them in order to put on a show for her Diamond Dog lover, as well as for her own pleasure. This of course was nothing new for Velvet, and she loved it. On her back, moaning and shaking in pleasure for a powerful male, molesting herself to ring every ounce of pleasure out of the process, and wrapping her lovely legs around his waist, at least as much as she could, to make sure his load was deposited directly into her womb; Twilight Velvet was the perfect example of what a red collar should be for The Masters.

Daring meanwhile was playing the good purple, latching onto the sack of the nearest man, being careful of teeth, while happily sucking and licking at his two mammoth orbs. Even in her broken state she knew she liked Twilight Velvet to be happy, even if she didn't remember why beyond some vague feeling of friendship toward the mare. Her actions seemed to be egging on the Diamond Dog, causing Velvet to squeal even louder in pleasure as she was abused and treated as nothing more than an animal to rut by their guest. Even with her simpler mind she remembered Master Night Light's favorite toy was Velvet, and she remembered her duty was to please her Master. All the fighting she had done to keep her free will was lost to her now; even if she could recall it, the very idea of resisting The Masters control was abhorrent to her. She was a hole that existed to please, nothing more, and Master Night Light gladly shared her with the world. And the happier Velvet was, the happier Master would be, and the better she would have done her job. Even this simple logic was taxed her mind as she slathered the Diamond Dog's balls with her tongue, just as she had done with so many for the last few months, which were as much of her life that she could really recall.

Velvet meanwhile shuddered hard around the dog, the knot of his cock now forcing its way in and out of her with each movement, struggling to get stuck despite its owner's insistence on continuing to ream the lovely mare with a primal passion. She'd long since lost her ability to do anything other than grab her desk to brace herself, her breasts bouncing with every hard thrust from the dog rutting her like his personal bitch, “Oh Dainn, knot me you magnificent beast!” she was hoping Night Light didn't find out about this; after all she wasn't exactly approved to add a bonus of this kind to the hunter's payment. Though she was allowed to add a bonus as she saw fit… and her Master never said it had to be monetary… This wasn't the first time she'd gone behind Night Light's back through various loopholes in his commands; she loved her Master but other stallions and races could be so forceful. That's what Velvet desired more than anything: a forceful fuck as she was used as nothing but a cum dump by some strong male. And this hunter was doing the job just fine. Her flank smacked hard against the edge of the desk a few more times before the dog was unable to pull out, his knot finally stuck in the pony slut. Velvet moaned louder as the dog jackhammered into her tight snatch, and Daring took the chance to lap at both Daring's pussy lips and the Diamond Dog's knot, eager to serve her two superiors as they inched ever closer to their messy climax.

Velvet finally screamed in pleasure as the feeling of the bulbous intruder proved too much for her, sending her over the edge and making her cover his cock in her juices. The vice grip of the mare also had its effect on the dog, causing him to howl as he flooded Velvet, his sticky seed easily filling her womb and pouring into her tunnel. She sighed at the feeling of being full of seed once again, her eyes looking down as she gasped in surprise once more. Her belly was bulging ever so slightly just from how much the dog had filled her; her flat stomach temporarily ruined buy the monstrous creature that had its way with her. Still she broke into a giggle, half wondering if she'd wind up ballooning like Daring. Night Light wouldn't allow it of course; she'd been on herbs since Twilight, continuing those only at his insistence. Unfortunately, her fantasy of having a belly full of pups was cut short as her primal lover forced the knot from her folds with a loud pop, resulting in a rush of cum from the mare. She shuddered hard at that, the feeling of the thick seed draining from her gaping hole bringing another wave of pleasure. She allowed herself to fall into a daze, Daring's yelps as the Diamond Dog took one of her holes filling her ears as she let the dread of the coming month wash away for now. As her composure returned, Velvet’s hands moved to her breasts and stretched cunt as she watched the Diamond Dog ravage Daring's asshole. He was treating the little whore like the bitch she had become, her now fatter ass jiggling with every thrust of the powerful hunter's hips. She'd edit little Dashie's stories into real books starting tomorrow, but for now she'd enjoy the show.

Daring Do Meets the Minotaur King and Gets Fucked, Part 1

The rain pounded the roof of a small Inn outside of Baathens, capital of the sheep nation of Fleece. A ram bartender stood at the counter, cleaning the bar for want of anything else to do, fluffy black wool blocking his vision slightly as he worked. His white dress shirt's sleeves were rolled up, exposing his strong, muscular arms while a brown vest sagged over his broad shoulders. He reached up and scratched his snout, fingers rattling the iron ring hanging from his nose. It was of minotaur design, with the carvings of his forefathers. His family history was storied, but even his grandfather couldn't remember the meanings of some of the carvings. He was pretty sure most of them were made up anyway. A clap of thunder removed him from his memories and made him focus once more on the task at hand. But before long, another, much closer noise broke his concentration, and his eyes immediately followed it to the source. The doors of the empty tavern creaked open, the chill of the stormy night finding its way inside the bar. A figure wearing a pith helmet and hidden by a poncho walked across the threshold. As she neared it became obvious she was a pony mare, her light orange arms resting on the bar top as she reached it. She stared at him fora moment from under the rim of her hat, her rose-colored eyes sizing him up as he did in turn. She finally removed the helmet and placed it on the bar, beside several gold coins. “... Bourbon. Leave the bottle.”

The barkeep silently nodded a thank you before placing the bits in the register. She had to admit she was amused by that; it was a simple courtesy she'd forgotten about after the Masters took over. Now she'd likely find her muzzle shoved into a trough of sour wine if she went to somewhere like this back home. She sighed and raised the bottle, the burn of the alcohol washing away some of her worries. She had to eventually return to Equestria of course - they'd hunt her if she didn't - but while away on her adventures it was her time to be free. The look the ram was giving her made her smirk. Obviously he wasn't used to seeing a mare who could hold her liquor like this, especially one that looked tiny compared to him. By the time she put down the bottle, letting out another sigh as she enjoyed the rare treat of a belly warmed by something other than cum, the entire thing was empty.

Daring then smiled at the Ram, the guy who'd been so polite to her. He looked away when she noticed him staring, busily washing a new glass to keep himself occupied. Suddenly she reached up, jangling his nose ring, “Nice little trinket ya have there. Minotaur, right? A family heirloom, so I'm guessing one of your parents is a sheep, the other's a minotaur?” The bulky man nodded as Daring traced the designs, “ Let's see... This rune represents some great battle you guys won, this one the death of a powerful patriarch.” Of course she wasn't just showing off to the halfbreed, if her information was right that ring held the location she sought: the tomb of the first minotaur king. She knew the minotaurs kept their family history engraved on their rings; craftsman of their culture toiled as apprentices for decades to learn the craft well enough to create artifacts worthy of their long heritage. She listed off a few other accomplishments of his ancestors but stopped at the edge of his nostril. There it was, the name of the first of the Minotaur Kings, along with the word 'buried'. “Of course...” Daring thought to herself, as she realized the information she needed was hidden within the ram's Celestia damned nostril.

Meanwhile he watched her as her expression soured, a sudden disappointment spreading across her face. She let go of his nose ring, the metal gently landing against his nose as she did, as he wondered what killed the mare's mood. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a shining black collar under her poncho, and realized she must've been a refugee fleeing from Equestria and the Caribou. To him at least the sudden change in her mood made a little more sense now. Still the interest she had in him was flattering, even if it seemed mostly due to his nose ring. He smiled a little, opening his mouth to offer to take it out for her when Daring interrupted him, “Listen, I'd really love to see the rest of that ring of yours. I'm really into ancient Minotaur history, and that ring of yours is really fascinating.”

Daring watched the strong, silent ram reach for his ring and begin to pull at it. At first she thought he was going to remove it without question, but as he began to tumble it through his fingers she realized he was merely thinking over why she would want to see it, and what's so interesting in it. As much as she wanted to find the artifact linked to his family's patriarch, she really didn't want to explain to the man why. After a quick glare she forced her expression to soften. She hadn't been given a lot of funds, but she had one thing no man - stallion, caribou, or otherwise - could resist. “Look, I know nothing's for free, but I think I can give you a little something for your time.” She lifted the poncho over her head and tossed it to him. Her toned arms and belly were on display thanks to her military green three-quarter vest. Her breasts filled out the top of it rather nicely, and her brown khaki shorts just barely hid her crotch from view.

The ram's fingers slipped at the implication, in reality he had merely been having trouble getting the damned thing off as usual, but the sight of the mare was quickly changing his mind. She forced a smile at him as his vision was locked on her, and it only took him a few moments to change his reaction to a vigorous nod of agreement. Daring did find herself chuckling, the motion on the manly looking creature being an amusing sight when she was so used to tough guys in her line of work. “Well... you got a room or you just want me to hop back there?”

She could see the blush past that black wool of the halfbreed. He headed for the bar flap and opened it up, nodding to let the mare behind the counter. Daring resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she walked toward him, unbuttoning the front of her vest. Her breasts were soon free for the young ram. She plastered the best seductive look she could onto her face as she pressed herself to him, her breasts squashing into his chest. This wasn't the first time she'd done something like this and she knew it wouldn't be the last, but as always she found herself going through the motions, letting him feel up her tits, as she moved her hand down to trace his package. That however, was where she stopped.

Daring pulled away from him and looked downward, a large bulge had appeared in the half breed's slacks, a much bigger one than she was expecting. She quickly got on her knees and undid the man's belt, likely out of eagerness from his perspective, but more out of worry from her's. As his pants and boxers pooled on the floor, Daring mentally kicked herself; normally rams' cocks were shorter and thinner than ponies’, so she figured with his heritage he'd be about the size of a normal pony downstairs. Sadly for her, he seemed to have won the genetic lottery's jackpot, as the size of the silent male's tool would make some caribou jealous.

Still, her tongue slid along the length. She had started to get used to being used as a fuck toy anyway; what was one more cock being thrust into her? Even if it was part minotaur. Daring tried to reason with herself, this guy seemed nice at least. Big cock or not maybe he'd take it gentle with her? Really, after Equestria, most guys would seem gentle. Those hopes were quashed after her velvety lips clasped around the tip of the monstrous member. She had to stretch her jaw simply to fit it in, barely getting past the head before she stopped. Then came the large hand on the back of her head, causing her to gulp. She knew what was coming next.

The ram's large cock invaded her throat, his hand forcing her head down onto him. Even with how seemingly gentle the beast was before, as always contact with Daring seemed to make men raging perverts. Some small part of her didn't mind it, but she would never admit it to them, even if this guy was oddly cute to her. Despite all of her experience since the Caribou, this ram was making her sputter and choke as she gagged on his thick length, his strong hand preventing her from pulling away. She had been in this situation before, and though she was loathed to admit it, the bigger they were the easier it was to turn the black collared heroine into a shuddering mess. Given how big this guy was, if she wanted to make any progress and not be here for a week getting reamed she'd need to finish him fast, and hope he had no stamina.

Her tongue lashed against the underside of his cock, the black-collared mare just trying to get this over with as soon as possible. She'd become quite the skilled cocksucker since the sisters fell, a combination of rape and the desire to end her violation quickly had convinced her of the skill's necessity. Sadly this guy seemed to have the stamina of his minotaur half, as ten minutes of the rough skull fucking soon passed, the ram's massive cock cutting off most of the air to her throat. She thanked Celestia for her lung capacity. Before she just used it for diving in ruins, but now? Now it was coming in handy for some very different activities. Still, even she was nearing the end of her rope, dots danced in front of her eyes and her jaw was feeling sorer by the moment. Suddenly, she could breathe, the halfbreed's cock now outside of her throat and pointed at her face. She expected him to start jerking off into her face or something, 'marking her as his' like a lot of males seemed to enjoy, but instead he walked over to the door, locking up and flipping the sign on it to “closed”.

He looked back at Daring, the confused mare now staring over the counter at him as he made his way to a door beside the stairs. He opened it to reveal a simply furnished bedroom, unfinished plank furniture and plain linens. She hadn't taken him for the owner, but looks can deceive after all. Still while his offer was one purely of practicality and hospitality, she took it as meaning she'd be in for a long night if she wanted that ring. Without a word, Daring stood and walked, as sensually as she could manage, into the ram's bedroom, ready to submit to him... for the night at least. However much she tried to deny it, the throat fucking had left her soaked, and deep down her body wanted this. She knew that she’d be in for a rough night of being a toy for this well hung man, and while she hated to admit it, she was looking forward to the pleasures a good, hard rutting would bring her. She walked past him, dropping her clothing as she went, and climbed onto the itchy straw bed.

Gritting her teeth she then raised her ass in the air for him, giving a sultry shake before hiding her displeasure with the situation and turning to him, “Well? What are you waiting for big guy? Use this little slut like she deserves.” Despite the venom she had to hold back in her voice, her pussy was dripping and eager, betraying the mare’s true nature. She turned away as he made his way over to her, closing her eyes as she felt his hands at her hips, “Well? Hurry u-” her voice cut off as she felt it. Every inch of that massive shaft filling and stretching her almost at once. At the sight of her soaked pussy something clicked into place in the minotaur-ram’s mind, and now his breeding instinct was taking over. She drooled as the moans from the feeling of him fucking her senseless caught in her throat, his hard, fast thrusts reminding the uppity mare of her place as she succumbed to the pleasures all mares desired.

Velvet took her hand away from the typewriter and removed her other soaked hand from between her legs, her juices soaking between her fingers, “Damn it, I can't write distracted like this.” Her eyes turned to Daring, curled up in a doggy bed and sleeping peacefully, still fat with all the pups those dogs had stuffed into her. She sighed a bit, “I am so jealous of you Daring.” Her fingers pressed back into her folds, “Going out there, all those big, strong dicks just out for you.” She reached up, twisting her nipple and letting out a groan, “Being so masculine and assertive.... mm, maybe if I beg Master he'll let me go out there with you next time?” She knew he wouldn't. Night Light didn't take care of her need to be dominated as much as she'd like, but he'd never let her go out with Daring to scratch that itch. Though the thought of being lost out there and used as the fucktoy for some big cocked savage for the rest of her days? Velvet pressed her thumb into her clit as just that one thought was enough to push her nearer to a hard orgasm.

She growled a bit, frustrated with having to do this herself. She needed something big in her, now. Normally she'd simply go to visit Arcane to 'confirm Daring's findings' if it got to be too much, but he was still out on some expedition for the Caribou. Finally she stopped and headed for the door of the family's manor. They weren't as highly ranked in society as they once were, but they managed to keep her family home through her work. After all, Night Light was a mere 'commoner' by the old Equestria's standards while she came from a low noble family, but she loved the stallion more than anything, even now that she was his property. She giggled a bit at that and mused that maybe she loved him more now given how willingly she submitted.

Twilight's ascent to Princess had made them the talk of the town for awhile, but all good things came to an end. Of course Velvet didn't mind, the Caribou conquest may have ended her tenure as nobility, but they brought with them new and amazing things. She was never a very good hoity-toity mare anyway; she enjoyed working on her writing far too much to become a real socialite. That changed somewhat after the Fall. She still loved her work, more than ever, but she found herself instantly enthralled by the new world the caribou had created for the mares of Equestria. She was sure she was always like this now, and merely hiding it from even herself to keep appearances.

She peeked into her Master's room as she passed, spying the nude stallion sleeping soundly in bed. She licked her lips at the sight of his member, debating waking him with the ride of his life, but she knew she needed something... better this evening. She continued on to the front door of the estate, slipping out into the brisk night air of Canterlot. Walking through the abandoned streets of the city at night was always a danger for a mare, and that's exactly why Velvet liked it. It was so... inspiring for her. It had always been admittedly, first because of the beautiful night, and the feeling of the cool mountain breeze on her face, but now for some additional reasons as well. As the quiet gave way to the sound of bat wings she had to smirk: her 'inspiration' had arrived.

Two large bat ponies landed, one on either side of the older mare. The gray furred and armored brutes were a terrifying sight for any blacks on the run, but for Velvet they were something entirely different. Quick Dusk and Starry Shade, the two guards that patrolled this area of Canterlot, were intimately acquainted with the mare between them, “Trying to 'escape' again, Velvet?” Dusk grinned, standing in front of the mare. His cock hung flaccid between his legs for now, but it was a sight Velvet held dear. The shafts were the only way she could really tell the pair apart through their glamor, Dusk being longer while Shade was a thicker sort, though both were very dutiful when it came to escapees.

The older mare sauntered over to her impromptu captors, “Oh you know how I'm a bad little mare, sir. Always slipping out of my Master's home.” Between her recent writing spree and the sight of the muscled pair, Velvet's pussy was dripping. She was more than eager to begin. The thought of them had filled her mind since she stepped out of the door, as did the thoughts of her upcoming 'punishment'.

Starry soon had her shoved to the ground, her ass pushed up in the air allowing the thicker bat pony to rub his cock against her slick folds as her full breasts mashed against the cold cobblestone street, “Guess we'll just have to remind you of your place again, Bitch.” He reached forward and grabbed her mane, pulling her head upward to allow his partner better access. He and Dusk had done this a million times by now, and knowing what was coming Velvet pushed her hands to the ground and braced herself. They knew she wasn't actually trying to escape, of course. But what they knew most of all was just what it was she wanted. The whorish mare soon let out a cry as her pussy was spread wide by the huge cock of the bat pony only to be silenced as the one in front of her shoved his long shaft down her throat. Velvet quickly found herself bouncing back and forth between the two. The pair of guards outmatched her dear Master in both size and ferocity as they treated her as little more than a toy.

Velvet reached forward, her hands fondling the sack of the batpony in front of her as her tongue snaked and teased around the shaft. Her head bobbed in time with his hard thrusts into her throat as she was determined to show off her skill to the pair once more. Her pussy meanwhile clenched hard around the cock lodged deep inside of it, the white-furred mare moaning as the Nightguard behind her redoubled his efforts and pounded deep into her. This only escalated when Starry reached forward to grab the older mare's breasts, squeezing them and pinching at her nipples to tease her. It was all too much for Velvet, and between her masturbation session earlier and the attention of the powerful males in her now, she came hard.

Her eyes struggled to focus through the pleasure as her brain became foggy, a state she longed for but seldom reached with her Master. She always came like a good little mare with him of course, but rarely was it as intense as this. The wild thrusts were made with complete disregard for her enjoyment or pleasure in favor of the two stallions wrecking her holes, but this nonetheless made her go wild. The relentless fucking she was receiving as the stallions showed her her place was just what she needed, images now flashing through her mind of her body sandwiched between two minotaurs in an ancient ruin as her fantasy world and reality became one, Starry and Dusk proving to be her exceptional muses from the shadows of night.

It took a while but a flood of cum eventually filled Velvet from behind, her womb filling with cum as a stallion other than her master filled her once again. She could vaguely make out the two males talking to one another before her mouth was free of the taste of cock. Despite her pussy soon being emptied as well she remained in her dazed state, panting and still full of the bat pony’s seed. Despite it leaking from her now he had filled her with more than enough to guarantee it would take a while for her womb to empty once more. Regardless she was nowhere near done, and soon Velvet was lifted by a pair of strong, gray arms. Her eyes shot wide when a thick cock pressed to her ass, followed by her tight puckered hole being spread by the shaft. The longer stallion joined in not long after, the tip pushing right into her womb as they both hammered away, using her like a sheath for their cocks.

Her moaning filled the once quiet streets and she was sure at least a few neighbors were watching by now. They'd all likely take their turn with her after the Nightguards left her on the stairs of her home, but for now they were simply an avid audience, and Velvet loved them for it. Still, by now the mare was on her third orgasm, her eyes unfocused and rolled back as the only noises she could make were pleasured moans. Moans that only became louder as the Nigthguard, who's name she had now temporarily forgot in her stupor, deposited a load directly into her wanting womb. It was all too much for the poor mare and she soon zoned out, truly becoming a tool for their pleasure. She barely even noticed when her position changed. The one in her cunt, by now her brain had turned off a bit and she had completely forgot her favorite Nightguard duo’s names, was now on the ground, her body riding him on instinct as the one in her ass continued hammering away. Her gaze then met the cock of one of the neighbors and, on instinct like the good mare she was, she immediately latched onto it, choking on it as she fucked her own throat with the stiff rod. Velvet had given in to the pleasure now, her body on autopilot as she enjoyed the stallions using her like the brainless cum bucket she was inside, and she loved every moment of it.

It was almost dawn by the time Velvet finally came to. She was on the step's of her family home, covered in cum and leaking it from every hole she had. Her lips curled into a smile as she licked her lips for a taste of the numerous flavors deposited there. Despite her aching body she was happy, though tied by the hands and collar to the door handles of the manor house her master called home. Even Night Light, as comparatively prudish as he was, couldn’t ignore her sneaking out. She’d be punished for the rest of the week: whips, chains, orgasm denial. She could hardly contain her excitement or wait for her master to open up those doors.

Daring Do Meets the Minotaur King and Gets Fucked, Part 2

In a dark, dank maze in the sheep lands of Fleece, the adventurous Daring Do crept through the shadows. Her mission to find the Great Rod of the Minotaur King had led her here, to this labyrinth on the island of Blete. The lead she had found on the tavern keeper in Baathens' nose ring was a gift from above, and after a few nights of fun she was more than set to come here, to his family's old tomb. Still, even after that bit of fun being alone in ruins like this was hard on a mare, far away from anyone who could help scratch a certain itch she attempted to hide even from herself. The truth was obvious to her masters, she was simple mare who didn’t understand her place. Even after almost a week of staying with that powerful half-breed she refused to admit it to herself. Still the artifact she was tracking down would be worth the trouble. The Rod was a staff belonging to the first of the Minotaur Kings of Fleece several millennia ago. She wasn’t sure why the University wanted it so badly, but she was never one to turn down leaving Equestria to study a new artifact.

The twisting hallways of the structure were built under the palace of the first Minotaur King, which was hard enough to find on it's own. She finally tracked it down to the ancient city of Moossos thanks to that bartender, finding it's ancient palace with a little luck and skill. Still, as Daring found out, that was the easy part.This maze was, after all, designed to keep grave robbers out, and some would claim that’s exactly what she was. Her lantern flickered as she continued on her way through, hoping that the passage leading to the center chamber hadn't collapsed. The air was hot and heavy this deep into the earth; even with the tiny top and shorts the mare was forced to wear, Daring still felt sweat covering her fur. Murals on the wall told the story of the Minotaur King and his conquest of the Sheep of Fleece, the black-collared mare surprised at just how similar their order seemed to be to ways of the New Equestria.

The walls depicted female lambs bowing to the minotaurs or servicing them as the rams looked on, making Daring roll her eyes as she thought of how it reminded her of home. The paint had faded from them years ago and yet they maintained an oddly majestic look to them as she went on her way, the perverted subject matter notwithstanding, perverted subject matter notwithstanding. If she hadn’t been living the scenes she was seeing, she may have found them interesting or arousing. But as it stood she was sick of seeing it and didn’t understand why any mare would willingly submit to these degradations.

She was lying of course, to herself and others. She knew the pleasure of a man’s touch, of any race, and though she’d never admit it afterward, it was almost always an amazing a feeling. One that, unlike many mares, she had enjoyed on may occasions even before the Fall, though she kept those instances out of her books. She knew the Fall should’ve made her feel liberated, it should’ve let her enjoy her urges uninhibited, and yet she fought the desire every step of the way. Every day in Equestria became a struggle to resist those urges, even as they grew stronger, as they naturally did in mares who tried to resist like her.

A light ahead took Daring out of her musings; according to the nose ring’s symbols, an eternal flame burned in the Minotaur King’s burial chamber. Her eyes lit up when she realized she had finally arrived and Daring rushed forward, never noticing the trapped tile in front of her. As she moved forward however, an invisible mist filled the hallway and chamber, her ragged breath drawing it quickly freely into her lungs. By the time she entered the illuminated room, she had begun to feel its effects.

Her conscious mind however did not notice the dampening of her thighs, instead focusing on the gleaming gold in the room before her now. The treasure-filled burial chamber glittered from the ever-glowing torches, piles of gold and jewels filling the tomb in every corner. But there,on the far wall, she saw it. A solid gold statue of the first minotaur King, likely his coffin, with two cows bowing submissively to either side of him. She then noticed a pedestal before her. A golden rod over a foot long, standing erect from the base of the stonework. She rolled her eyes a bit, the shape of it obviously mimicking a dick, complete with a solid gold ball sack. While the thought of a prideful male losing his most treasured appendage after death amused her a tad, the fact he had turned it into an idol of his own ego put a damper on things for her. No matter how big it was or how good it would feel inside of her.

She shook her head clear of those thoughts; she needed to stay focused for now. Besides, she’d probably be subjected to more than enough humiliation by well-hung stallions when she got home, each of them degrading her over and over. Daring licked her lips, her arousal growing with every breath. It was unusual for her, but she didn’t want to wait until she got back to Equestria to indulge her secret fantasies. She wiped a bit of drool from the side of her mouth as she stared at the golden phallus in front of her.

A little bit of fun with the artifact wouldn’t hurt, and she did do the legwork to find it after all. She strode forward, slipping out of her clothing and dropping her backpack to the floor. Reaching forward she grasped the magnificent golden rod, struggling to pull it from its resting place. It seemed to be attached to the pedestal, and refused to budge off of the stonework. As she mulled over her options, wondering if she had a chisel in her pack, Daring noticed a rumbling sound from beneath her. Her eyes widened as the pedestal slowly sank into the floor, and she quickly grabbed it again, struggling in vain to get the shaft. The thought of her punishment for failing filled her head and caused her folds to moisten despite her dire circumstances.

Thankfully for Daring, the rod stopped as it reached floor level. The artifact then slid along a scarcely noticeable track until it came to rest in front of the middle statue. Then it rose from the ground on top of another, shorter pillar. And this one was just the right size for what the mare had planned for it. She licked her lips as she read the plaque attached to it. “Only she who is worthy to be my slave may handle the staff.”

"What in Tartarus is this tripe, Velvet!?" She cringed as Trenderhoof went off on her. Of all the males Parchment could’ve lost the company to when he was blanked, he had to lose it to him. She hadn’t liked how the orange-furred owner looked at her with pity of course, but it was infinitely better than Trenderhoof’s rants and insults. If her lover knew the way he treated her, like she was his, there would likely be a reckoning.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Trenderhoof. I’m doing my best, but with Daring’s condition-” a hard slap connected with Velvet’s face as her eyes widened and the mistake she made dawned on her.

“It’s Sir to you, you ignorant little bitch.” He glared at her from behind his tinted glasses, the blond stallion having less patience for her than normal. “Need I remind you of the contract that your husband signed? In this office you are mine. If you fail to deliver at least 3 best sellers a year, you are mine. You’re at two slut, and it’s not looking good for the third.” Before she could respond however, he began to undo the belt from his jeans. “In fact I think I will remind you.”

Velvet felt her heart racing; there were few stallions she would deny if she could, but Trenderhoof was one of them. Before the fall he was an annoyingly pretentious idiot with delusions of grandeur, but after he became a lot worse. Well few males had anything resembling respect for the opposite gender anymore, but Trenderhoof took it further. Every small infraction, every mistake was met with an abuse of his new found power. To say Velvet, as well as the other mares under his employ, hated him was an understatement. But as a Red, and and one bound by contract, there was nothing she could do to deny him.

Soon his half-flaccid cock was out, and his belt was bundled in his hand as a makeshift whip, “Now, get over here and show me you know your place.” She cringed as she crawled forward, taking his cock into her hands. She soon make her second mistake, showing reluctance. Trender brought his belt down, and Velvet let out a yelp as a red mark was ingrained on her flank. She quickly got to work after that, one hand moving to massage her temporary ‘master’s’ balls while the other stroked his shaft. Her mouth joined in as she suckled on his cock’s flared tip, each part of her body skillfully moving and pleasuring the male. Her lover made sure she knew how to please a stallion; he wouldn’t have one of his favorites unskilled in something like this after all. She was at least grateful the annoying male she was being forced to service wasn’t half the man of her loving master, let alone the one who showed her the true joys of the fall.

Still, Trenderhoof’s smirking face filled Velvet with disgust. Another mark was left on her flank when she made the mistake of glaring for even a fraction of a second. Velvet forced herself to soften her gaze when she looked up to him, but it didn’t change much else. She moved the hand on his shaft away and began to bob her head down his cock. Her tongue skillfully lashed and teased the underside of his rod, giving him a better blowjob than he deserved. Thankfully, he was ready to cum in no time at all. Velvet had been taught by the best after all, Trender’s whores could never keep up with her and the stallion wasn’t used to the tender treatment. When he finally let loose, she swallowed his thick cum as quickly as she could, not wanting to be hit again and not wanting to have to taste him.

He pulled out of her mouth, and Velvet held in a sigh. She was on autopilot now, as she turned on her knees and bent forward, presenting herself to him. She waved her tight, firm flanks in his direction as was expected of her and bent forward as she spread her legs apart, revealing her only slightly wet cunt to her temporary master. Any pleasure that the sudden insertion she got in response may have given her was ripped away by her annoyance and anger. She couldn’t do anything to him, and he knew it. But still a smirk crossed her lips. Trender wasn’t powerful, he wasn’t respected, Night Light meanwhile was just as powerless and lacking in respect, but others still considered him likeable. That wasn’t enough to help her current situation of course, but she had had options. Options that Night Light has opened up to her after he shared her with a family friend. A friend that found the two to be enjoyable company and considered Velvet one his favorite mares despite not owning her. More importantly, he was a stallion who despised the young man rutting her even more than she did.

So she let Trenderhoof have his way for now, spearing in an unskilled way into her cunt as he spanked her sore ass. She faked the moans of pleasure knowing one thing: no mistake she made today was as bad as the one the fool had made by daring to anger her, and by extension one of his creditors. Trender meanwhile enjoyed the older bitch’s cunt, hurling out insults and spankings in equal measure, after all a simple mare like her posed no danger to him in the new world.

Rainbow Dash Meets Daring Do and Has Sex

So then Daring took out this huuuuge strap on and slammed it right into my vag before grabbing my hair and making me moan. She was thrusting in and out like alot, it was so AWESOME! Then get this. A second Daring Do showed up like in the temple of the changelings, and shoved one down my throat and started humping my face-

That was all Velvet needed to throw the latest of Rainbow Dash’s magnum opuses into the trash bin next to her desk. None of them had been particularly good and she’d had to rewrite them from scratch more often than not, but this one took the cake. She muttered something about terrible fan fiction as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, a headache forming from what she just read. Normally she didn’t mind when fans wrote their own stories about her friend, Daring’s annoyed reaction was always hilarious, but Tartarus be damned she needed to speak to her daughter about Rainbow’s ‘writing’ abilities. Still, it was for the best, Velvet needed to cut her session short tonight. He was back, her other Master, and she and Night Light had been invited to his unveiling of Starswirl’s moving paintings.

He had discovered them in a hidden lab the wizard had kept, artwork which he claimed proved the art of female submission had been a time-honored tradition in Equestria, particularly between the beloved ancient unicorn, his apprentice Clover the Clever, and Princess Platinum. Some ponies were calling it the discovery of a lifetime, but they said that a lot about Arcane’s work, about as much as they once said it about any of Daring’s finds actually.

She turned to the still purple collared mare as she once more lay in the doggy bed Night Light had deigned to give her. She sighed, and smiled at the mare, “Arcane might like you better like this, you know. He likes purples. Says they make the cutest faces when you fuck them.” Daring’s stomach was once again flat, free of the pups that had plagued her. Even better, Night Light had decided to keep them, two females to be future slaves and three males, the perfect number to rut her once they grew. She had to admit, she was surprised at just how small the burly creatures began life, matching the size of a newborn foal. She also found it hard to find them anything other than adorable as they rough housed and ran around the estate, memories of her own foals flooding back to her as she watched them do so.

She knew it wasn’t proper for a mare of her status to take such a liking to what most other Canterlot denizens would deem savage charity cases, but as with all cases of appearance Velvet found herself unable and unwilling to care. She’d been that way ever since she met Night Light, not caring about what any of them said as long as she had him. Still, she once again felt jealous of Daring, and how she must’ve been used and abused to get those adorable bundles of energy. She still hoped Night Light would let her follow her out someday.

She blushed at the thoughts of that, noticing her hand reaching toward her privates. Sadly, before she could do anything she reminded herself there was no time for fantasizing and pulled away from her desk. She scratched behind Daring’s ear as she passed, “Can you believe, we’re all nude and on display for the fucking and yet court fashion still refuses to die.” Daring, now awake and smiling at Velvet, cocked her head at that. “I mean, I need a bath, makeup, those piercings and chains Arcane likes…” She chuckled thinking about the piercings. They were golden rings with small purple crystals dangling off of them that bounced along side her breasts. A chain attached them, while a second one went down to a third, smaller ring in her clit. Arcane loved pulling it when they fucked, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her as he did. But that wasn’t her only reason for wearing them tonight. No, if she was going to make Trenderhoof pay she’d need someone more powerful than a mare. She’d need Arcane’s complete attention, and this was the best way to get it.

Hours had passed by the time Night Light and Velvet’s carriage pulled in front of the wrought iron gates of a massive estate. Velvet smiled as she looked out the window at it, pre-Fall this area had been the home to various nobles loyal to the princess, their manors a stroll away from Canterlot Castle itself. Now only one remained, a massive gray stone mansion on a meticulously cared for field of green grass. Though it still paled in comparison to the size and shimmer of the palace just down the road, the structure still exuded refinement and authority with it’s dark purple tiled roof, impressive spires, reflective pools, and expansive gardens. The lord of the impressive manor had bought out or repossessed the neighborhood around him to build this grand structure, one that served to show the power of Equestria’s new rulers and the grandeur they could offer those who conformed to the new way of life they brought. The word collaborator was thrown at him by the black collars, of course, though in his words he’d merely been taking advantage of an opportunity.

“So he’s a caribou collaborator.” Velvet thought as she smirked, she could play the dumb mare all they wanted, but you don’t get to where she was without having half a brain. Her mother had wanted her to get into politics, be a courtier, and push her agendas with a steely resolve. Instead she decided to write books for a living for a stallion that likely spent half of his profits on mane care products, marry a charmer who had a knack for art, and have two kids who would still overshadow everything their grandmother ever did with her miserable life. Still, the lessons were there for her use now: make the right friends, know who holds the power, and never be afraid to use what you have to your advantage. She’d get her way tonight, and Trenderhoof would be stepping on eggshells around her by the next morning.

The silver-armored guards ushered the carriage onto the grounds, never even asking for their invitation, the pair were always welcome on this estate, especially when Velvet was on her way to entertain at the barracks. She smiled as they pulled up to the grand double doors of the house, the beautifully carved wooden entryway having been opened so the inviting light of the lamps inside would illuminate Arcane’s guests. She could see the other mares, her competition for the night. Fleur was the obvious challenger if Fancy Pants was looking to gain Arcane’s favor, her stomach was flat at the moment and Velvet knew Arcane loved little more than impregnating a mare in heat. Thankfully the stallion maintained his own status and while Arcane was a powerful man, Fancy Pants had been at the top of Canterlot for decades, and that hadn’t changed. Fleur was more than likely here simply as an accessory to him, with a tight corset that showed off her figure and piercings in her nipples with heart-shaped gems dangling from them there to garner jealousy in the other masters.

The Manehattan Oranges were the second ones to catch her eye, no surprise there. Orange had always been trying to get in nice with the upper echelons of society, and the caribou had provided him with the perfect ammo in the form of his wife. She was in a sheer, green dress, one that anyone could see through with no trouble. Pearl bracelets and a gold necklace adorned her for accessories, and underneath she wore nothing, her bountiful breasts and tight cunt in full view. Normally she’d be anxious as the pair were no doubt going to try to steal Arcane’s attention tonight, but not with that outfit. Sure it would be at home in a party for socialites in their home city, but here, you needed a bit more flash.

The last of her real competition was Spoiled Rich, as always. She was everything Velvet aspired not to be - self centered, cruel, arrogant, full of herself, and rude. Yet every step of the way the mare had been her rival in endearing the attentions of stallions. Arcane tolerated her, Trenderhoof liked her, even her own Night Light had gone balls deep in the bitch while Filthy had his way with her. She smirked a bit at that, the Ponyville stallion had been so rough with her, she knew she got the better end of that swap. The pale yellow corset the bitch wore exposed her breasts which had gold nipple rings dangling from them. A clamp was attached to her clit, no doubt making it hard for her to walk, but putting on a show for the stallions. Her master looked proud of her for being able to cope.

Still, Velvet smirked as the door was opened and she handed Night Light the loop of a purple, velvet leash. He stepped out first, followed by his beautiful mare, and all the stallions’ eyes were immediately on her. She wore nothing apart from the jewelry she had planned, the leash and chain between them the only thing concealing her body as she walked behind Night Light with a sensual saunter. Her stallion beamed with pride as the others stared, and the mares glared at her jealously, barring any unforeseen events she knew she had won before stepping foot in the door.

The mansion’s interior was grand as always, the decorative, dark wood paneling of the entryway’s walls contrasting with the marble floors. As always a mosaic in the center of the floor was dedicated to one of Arcane’s personal mares, this month it seemed to be his zebra assistant, the flat chested one, smiling and presenting to those on the balcony above. The model artfully enshrined in the mansion changed monthly, Velvet herself had been the one to pose at one time. Two flights of curved stairs at either side of the room led up above, to Arcane’s office and library. Velvet had climbed them more than her fair share of times when she came to service her second master. Of course it was different this time, various nobles and business stallions were gathered in the oil lamp lit room, discussing current events and the artwork that hung on the walls around them. In the paintings the bearded unicorn Starswirl was having his way with his two fabled pets, the Unicorn Queen and his student. One of them even featured the queen’s father with his own daughter, barely a woman by the looks of her, riding him wildly. Various artifacts also lined the walls in glass cases, the manor’s guards standing stoically by them even as mares clad in barely-there maid outfits wandered around offering drinks, snacks, and tugs of their exposed breasts to the stallions. A few even seemed to be pulled up against some of the men, their skirts doing little to hide the fact they were giving their temporary masters the full treatment. All of them red collars of course, Arcane was adamant about only reds and purples at his parties insisting the blacks spoil the fun. Truthfully, if she and Night Light didn’t want Daring healed they would’ve brought the mare with them, doubling Velvet’s pull with the noble stallion.

“Night Light, good to see you could make it.” Velvet’s ears perked up as she turned. There he was, Arcane Writ. A gray unicorn stallion, with a slicked-back purple mane wearing a black suit fit for a king. A white, frilled ascot in the front over a dark purple dress shirt added a hint of his distinctive flair to the look she’d grown to love. Seconds after he greeted her master, his gaze fell on her, his piercing gray eyes once again melting her where she stood, “And glad to see Velvet’s looking healthy, we need to arrange another swap sometime, my friend.” Her eyes fluttered at that, she knew Night Light was going to offer her leash to him any second, that was the plan. If there was one thing Velvet adored about her master and husband it was how supportive he was of all of this. True he’d never let her go out with Daring on her adventures where he could lose her, but here in Canterlot she was free to explore and experience whatever she wanted.

“Of course, Arcane.” Her husband smiled, “Great to see you’re back.” Velvet’s heart beat sped up, it had been awhile since she got to play with the kind of toys her other master brought to bear. The small talk between the two stallions continued as usual, though the gray unicorn was less formal around her husband than he was with the others here, talking more like old friends just catching up. Just as he reached out to willingly offer his wife’s leash to the other man, a guard at the front door called out. Velvet turned to glare at the the armored man, not caring about being punished when she was this close, when her eyes went wide. Along with everyone else in the room’s.

A caribou guard called out for silence, though the room gave him none. Nobles turned to one another, their conversations turning to confusion at the appearance of one of their conquerors. They only acquiesced when the king himself strode in from behind the tall beast of a caribou. Worried exchanges were shot between the nobility as the tension in the room was suddenly palpable. Dainn was, as always, stoic and sophisticated among the extravagant hedonism of the room. His silver breastplate shined, freshly polished by his personal slaves no doubt. Beside him stood a caribou female, a plump, large breasted one with spots on her fur, and a tuft of between them. A braid fell over the front of her chest while a ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and her hands bound behind her back. She bounced a bit as she looked around the fancy mansion, taking everything in and seeming almost giddy over her surroundings. Meanwhile, Fancy Pants had abandoned Fleur and quickly walked over to the trio, “Arcane, what is the King doing here?” the stallions were worried, annoyed, and caught off guard, however the pair were keeping their composure far better than her husband, who looked scared out of his wits.

“I invited him out of tradition. I didn’t expect him to show himself.” Her second master gritted his teeth, visibly nervous to those who knew him best. “He never makes unscheduled public appearances, and he didn’t respond to the invitation. I had assumed he wouldn’t be coming.”

Night Light’s eyes darted between the two, “So… how bad is this?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit. As Fancy Pants looked back to the other man.

“Well…” The cultured, white stallion muttered, “Either someone has done something that deserves a great reward…” he looked at the caribou bimbo behind their ruler, “Or…”

“Or, more likely, someone here will likely be leaving a mare…” Arcane gritted his teeth again and panic suddenly hit Velvet. If Arcane had somehow earned Dainn’s ire she’d have no protection against Trenderhoof, yet she was helpless as she watched Arcane and the King approach one another, her heart pounding out of her chest as the seconds ticked by and her master took a knee before Dainn followed by all in the crowd.

“Your majesty, I’m honored that you could join us.” The words coming out of Arcane’s mouth were well rehearsed as he offered his home to the leader of the caribou, though nervousness exuded from all present. They knew they’d insulted him with their murmurs before hand, and each rushed to make it right by showing the caribou the respect he deserved. Mares sat on their knees next to their kneeling masters, Velvet included, each ready to be used by the King and his guards to make amends, if need be.

Finally, Dainn spoke, “Arcane Writ. You’ve brought us another wonderful example of submission to the true way of things.” His eyes were cast to the artifacts on display. “You’ve been a stalwart ally to us throughout the invasion and it’s aftermath, showing the truth the Princesses tried to hide from the stallions of this land and making sure the mares know their true history and place.” He looked down at the bowing stallion, but giving him no permission to respond, “As such, the Council and I have decided a reward is in order.” The caribou ruler pulled on the leash, the bimbo stumbled forward, her freckled breast bouncing at the unexpected yank. “We believe this one will be sufficient.” The caribou girl righted herself and did her best to smile at her new master. The nervousness drained from the room quickly after that, the assembled nobles silently thanking the heavens the caribou king had come in peace to the party.

Velvet on the other hand had a fearful expression on her face. All of her work to make herself desirable to Arcane tonight, to be invited to ‘speak’ to him in private, was undone by the king’s appearance, and his gift to the noble Stallion. A pony owning a caribou was rare, it was a sign of stature. Blueblood owned one, as did Shining Armor and Fancy Pants, but to be given one by the King himself? Not only did she have that point of pride to contend with, but caribou women were soft, durable, and most of all exotic. Her dear Arcane adored the exotic: gryphon women, Diamond Dog bitches, there was even a minotaur cow in his private harem. She wouldn’t be getting to see him tonight as he’d be far too busy with his new slut. Her fear soon turned to anger, and Velvet glared daggers at the cow. A name tag bounced above her chest, letting Velvet know who to blame her sudden lose of attention on. Sigga. She’d pay for this, and dearly at that.

A cultured voice cut into her rage and got her attention, “You look jealous. Is that what you want? Them to treat you like playthings?” Velvet turned and saw a gray earth pony holding a cello on the stage beside her. Evidently in moving to get a better view of the proceedings, she’d managed to find her way next to one of the grumpiest mares in Canterlot, Octavia Melody. Though she was a black collar, a sign forbidding touching her was placed nearby, and guards protected her. One of Arcane’s favorite musicians before and after the fall. Her pink bowtie sat pristine over her collar, yet it was all she wore. The pair looked at her, as if warning her about speaking too loudly.

“Octavia. A pleasure to see you again.” The matronly mare said through gritted teeth. She didn’t know how Arcane could be in bed, he didn’t force himself on the mare like the others, anytime she stepped hoof in this mansion all she had to do was play that damn instrument for Arcane to adore her. That’s also why he wouldn’t let any of the stallions here touch her, he wanted her to play on through the night. Even as the two mares spoke her hand moved her bow, and Velvet hated to admit it but the music was indeed beautiful.

As Velvet turned to leave and passed the edge of the stage they had set up for Miss Melody, a hand pulled her behind the satin curtains draped behind the black collared mare. Backstage with her stood Clementine Orange, with the same look of concern plastered on her face that Velvet had been trying to hold back that night. “We need to talk.”

Velvet pushed the other mare’s hand from her shoulder, “I don’t see what we would have to discuss, Clementine.” She glared a bit not in the mood for games at the moment.

Clementine just shook her head, “Listen, we both wanted to get in to see Arcane tonight. That dumb cow out there ruined it for both of us. The mare opened the curtains slightly to show Velvet the caribou female being led upstairs by a pair of guards, along with a flat chested zebra girl wearing a red collar, her master’s assistant Alba. “I heard them talking, they’re getting her cleaned up and ready for him. Meanwhile he’ll be taking a mare upstairs with him for the fun.”

Velvet perked up a bit at that, then arched an eyebrow at her, “And why are you telling me this instead of cozying up to him?”

“Because it’s obvious he likes you, everyone here’s seen the magazines, everyone knows he’s your master in all but documents.” Orange said as she closed the curtain, “It doesn’t take a genius to know he’ll be taking you up there, I want you to convince him to take me along.”

Velvet shook her head with a smirk, she could tell this mare was new to all of this, “And what, exactly, is in it for me? He’s already taking me upstairs after all, I already have his ear.”

Orange had to hold back a glare before finally replying, “My husband and Arcane.” she paused, “They’ve already agreed I’d be staying here for the next month. My husband hopes I’ll be able to get his ear like you have, but I have a… problem around stallions more endowed than my Mosely.” Her face went crimson at that, though she glared at Velvet as she giggled, “I figured we could work together. Get his mind off the cow.”

Velvet smiled at that, maybe for the first time this evening. She was like this too when the Fall had just started, she could only assume Orange had a comparatively sheltered life given her reactions. Still she could use someone to help show this Sigga slut her place, and the mare had potential. “You know what, I like you Orange. I think we can…” she playfully walked a hand down the other mare’s frame, making her blush, “Help each other out. But you need to do exactly as I say if you want my Arcane’s attention.” Clementine blushed and nodded, enthralled by the other mare’s boldness. Velvet simply grinned, she knew she could make this work, with her new partner she could play any of these stallion like a fiddle. She knew she was ready.