The New Adventures of Daring Do

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.