Servile

The morning after my first evening with Lune started with the hollow sensation below my tail. Strange to say, but I felt… strangely empty without him. It was almost as if he belonged down there, fitting inside me perfectly. As I opened my eyes I realized that he was indeed curled around me in a perfect spoon, his morning wood stiff against my back. I rolled my eyes and smiled, deciding that I could catch a few more minutes of sleep. Then again… I could always wake Lune up with a surprise. I looked back at him, seeing that he was still completely unconscious. I slipped my hoof under the blanket and pressed it to his head, that way he didn’t notice when I wasn’t against him anymore. With the utmost of gentleness I slid under the covers, licking my lips at the prospect of possibly getting him off without him even waking up. The whole idea stuck in my head, and I knew it must be tried.

I fastened my lips to his crown, swallowing his length from the side to keep my mane from brushing his stomach. I worked his shaft with my hooves, prompting him to moan and his breath to falter, but he returned to normal after a second. I grinned, my tongue flicking over his cleft, caused his back legs to spread along with his wings. I enjoyed my fun with him for another moment before the unthinkable happened.

A knock came at the door.

“LUNE!” An irate, yet very familiar voice shouted through the door. “You’re three hours late to open court!”

Lune opened his eyes, struggling to absorb everything that was going on. Dusk Shine was at the door, I was doing my best to pull my cock out of my throat and we were half a second away from the worst possible walk-in in Equestrian history. Quickly taking control of the situation, Lune gently extricated himself from my lips by pushing up on my chin with a hoof, until I finally surfaced from under the covers so that I could look him in the face. I glanced at the door in panic, not knowing what I could do. I was too excited to open the door, and Lune was obviously wasn’t either, seeing as how my back hoof was still brushing against his fully erect member.

“Dusk, do not come in here!” The Night Prince said frantically, looking around for something that could help us. “If you do there isn’t an amnesia potion in existence strong enough to erase what’s going on in here!”

After a brief silence Dusk Shine answered, in an extremely hesitant tone. “Look, if you summoned another one of those tentacle things on accident I could probably blindfold myself and put up a barrier. That might help! I remember last time it took you three days to escape, so I think it’s worth a shot.”

I glanced at Lune with confusion, and he shook his head as if to say ‘It’s a long story’.

“No, Dusk. I have a very special guest and we were having a moment together.” He said, putting a hoof on my shoulder. “Just stay out there until we’re presentable again.”

Both of us heard a groan from the other side of the door, as if Dusk couldn’t believe that was the reason for Lune’s tardiness. “Gosh, if I knew that having a significant other automatically entitled me to miss court duty I would have slept with a random pony much sooner. Hurry up! Solaris is gonna have a fit if he figures out that you’re slacking. Again! Not only that, but you’re lucky I covered for you, too! Sometimes I feel as if I make way too many exceptions for you!” The purple prince complained incessantly, ranting on and on about how he was always helping the lunar alicorn out.

After three minutes and a quick once-over with a towel, I had on a gray sweater and a brilliantly blue pendant in the shape of a dove, which hung to about my mid-chest. Nothing was more of a turn-off than the studious young alicorn grouching outside the bedroom door, as I soon learned. It was literally impossible to stay horny with him going on about the specific things that he did for Lune during his hour-long tardiness, including intricate details of which papers he’d signed for him. I threw open the door and stared up at the purple stallion, irritated beyond reason that my morning with Lune had been interrupted. His eyes widened in shock as he saw who Lune’s ‘very special guest’ was, and he frantically backpedaled, knowing the way he’d acted would probably earn him a long billing report courtesy of the lunar prince.

“Oh, it’s… you.” He said, searching desperately for my name. “Fine Feathers, right? Sorry about interrupting you two, really. I know Lune has quite the thing for you, as he’s told me a lot about you, and words cannot express how apologetic I am for barging into your time together.”

I glared up at him, being unable to stand up to his height. “The next time you know a pony is having a moment alone, the proper way to get their attention is to knock lightly on the door and ask for their presence. If they tell you to wait a bit, then you shut your yap and quietly wait a safe distance away for them to get done and get back to you.” I grated, my annoyance hardly contained. “And my name is Felt Feathers.”

Lune approached with his eyebrows raised, surprised that I had such spice. He then looked up at Dusk, who looked positively stunned at how venomous I could be. He’d obviously mistaken me for the pony to lay down and let a pony trod on my special moments, as well as my special someponies. A pony can use me as a doormat as much as they want, do as they please with me and throw me out in the cold as much as they want. The moment a pony disrespects somepony who I call my master, the line is drawn quite clearly. There isn’t a pony that could talk to Lune that way except maybe Solaris, and he was another pony I considered myself to bear fealty towards.

“Well… you’re wanted down in the courts whenever you’re in the mood.” Dusk said, turning to leave. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Lune extended a wing and lay it on my back, sharing his satisfaction with me, but also a slight warning. “I know that he was quite rude, but remember that he’s new to castle life. He doesn’t realize that nopony cares if I miss court duty, and they don’t dare tell on me to Solaris, for fear of their lives. Remember, everypony still thinks I’m some sort of volatile bomb waiting to go off. He’s just stressed from all the paperwork that comes with the first few months of princedom. Next time you see him try to clear the air, if you can.”

I nodded and sighed, knowing I’d probably behaved a bit out of turn. “Yes, Lune.”

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, taking my mind off it in the one surefire way to take my mind off anything.

“Does a one legged duck swim in a circle?” I replied rhetorically.

His face contorted in an attempt not to laugh. “Yes?.... No? Maybe? What kind of question is that?!”

My good day ended the moment that I left the upper tower. When I walked downstairs, to the part of Lune’s home that wasn’t a labyrinth, sitting on the half-circle couch was Solaris, appearing quite pleased with himself. Lune trotted down the stairs after me and immediately felt the urge to pull me back up them; he knew that Solaris never just dropped by with good news, or to talk about his day. Unless he had some business there, the prince never stopped in his younger brother’s living room. Although I heard from Lune that he did sometimes raid his pantry, which caused him no end of annoyances. For some reason he always took the peanut butter and never returned it. It proved too late however, because the Prince of Light spotted me the moment I laid my hooves on the living room carpet. He smiled, and again I could see the marked differences between his brother. When Lune smiled he did so because he was enjoying himself, or he was happy for something. Whenever Solaris flashed his teeth to somepony it could mean any number of things; he could have something planned for you, he could be contemplating your demise, or he could be thinking of something totally unrelated. Quite simply, the stallion was impossible to read. So far, however, his wide smiles never boded well for my health.

“Felt!” He said, his horn flashing with magic. “The night felt like it lasted forever! How did you two get along? Well, I’d hope. I know I felt awfully cold sleeping alone.”

The alicorn picked me up by my wings; something that I was getting quite tired of at this point. It was as if everypony could perform magic except for me, and they reminded my constantly by levitating me places against my will. I tolerated his exuberance as he sat me down next to him, putting his hooves around me. I sighed and returned the embrace. Although he wasn’t my favorite pony, him and I had history behind us that couldn’t be unwritten, and besides that I’d probably be seeing him for the rest of my life. It was no use bearing animosity towards him when I knew that I’d be spending years with him. He leaned over and planted a kiss on between my ears, within plain view of Lune. I paled, knowing that after last night he would be a thousand times more likely to start something if he continued to be openly affectionate in front of him.

“What’s the matter Lune, can’t I hug my favorite assistant?” Solaris asked, tightening his grip on me and burying my muzzle into his chest. “You look as if you caught a cold in the night. Very red in the face, if I do say.”

I didn’t dare move to push away from Solaris, knowing that would increase the likelihood of Lune getting more agitated. I could hardly breathe with how tightly the Light Prince was holding me, so I pressed my hooves into his sides as a signal for him to let me out. He did, releasing me. I sat back on the couch, doing my best to act as if Lune wasn’t about to launch into a shouting match with his older brother. I sighed; I honestly wished that Solaris didn’t antagonize him, but I knew very well how the eldest alicorn felt as far as who’s assistant I was. He would only tell me that he was right because he’d been searching for me longer. Lune would tell him that I preferred him, and then the two would get into a huge fight over whose I was. Instead I did my best to dispel the tension.

“So Solaris… what’re you doing here, if I might ask?” I questioned.

The alicorn looked at me, almost disappointed that I hadn’t given him another chance to annoy his brother. “Well, I’d like to inform you that it is my day with him. You had him all last night,I should get him tonight. The best part is that, with today being Tuesday, I finished all my work! I get to spend every waking moment with Felt for the rest of the evening… isn’t that grand, Lune?”

Lune was well aware that his brother was trying to infuriate him when he replied. “That is truly wonderful, brother. While I’m working you get to have him. I want him returned at the end of the night, though. I hired him as my assistant, so he will be staying here in my tower. Also, no unwanted advances. He told me about your incident… he so much as says my name I will be there, and we will have problems.”

“I assure you he won’t have any reason to complain. Not a single word will pass his lips about me overstepping my bounds without his consent.”

“It had better.” Lune warned. “Now shoo. I have work to get to and I need to lock the tower door.”

A few moments later Solaris and I were standing outside the tower, watching Lune trot off down the hall. Solaris looked down at me, that unreadable smile on his face again. I couldn’t help but wonder how bad this day would get before it was over. I think that, had I known his intentions, I wouldn’t have been so eager to follow him as he set off down the corridor, in the opposite direction from where Lune was headed. The look of confusion must have been plain on my face, because he began to reply to my unanswered question.

“We’re headed to my tower for the night. It’s in the North part of the castle, and Dusk is living there with me for now. He’s in the process of having his own tower built but until it’s completed he insisted on staying keeping his hooves in charted territory, so the phrase goes. He also seemed to be moping about something… told me that somepony had told him off.”

“That might have been me.” I confessed guiltily. “He, er, woke me and Lune up rather… loudly, so I said my mind about how he should have gotten us up.”

“Well he seemed rather upset.” Solaris repeated, as if he didn’t want to give his opinion on the subject. I’d advise making it up to him somehow.”

“That’s what Lune said, too.”

“Obviously he’s correct, then, if he agrees with me. It isn’t often that either of us concurs on any subject, let alone one so subjective. Obviously you put Dusk in a tough spot by saying what you did. Despite what you thought you were doing, standing up for Lune, I do believe that you forgot Dusk Shine isn’t the most forgiving individual. He also doesn’t do a very good job with criticism, as he’s gone great lengths to avoid it throughout his life. He holds onto anything you say to him, Felt. He will keep it until you go back and remedy what you said, otherwise he won’t attempt to fix or alter it himself. He acts perfectly fine the next time you see him, but he secretly holds onto the last grievous comment you made towards him and modifies his own behaviour based on that. He does his best to make friends, to make himself likable, but it takes a toll on him, and his view of you will slowly degrade based on how much he has to change to be around you.”

“I’ll apologize the next time I see him.” I promise, nodding. “I didn’t realize he was so sensitive… he always struck me as distant and bristly… but we’d only met on two occasions before that. I guess I fell for what he put out there instead of what was really going on.”

“That’s surprising with that gift of yours.” Solaris observed. “You’d seem to be the pony to see right past to his cold, unfeeling intellectual ruse.”

“I never got the opportunity to so much as brush a feather against him. He’s… done too good a job of playing up the antisocial shutin.”

“Oh, that’s the truth though.” The Light Prince chuckled. “Do not mistake the fact that he does his best to hide his emotions for secretly being social. He simply isn’t that good at feeling and managing emotions. He truly is an antisocial shutin, always has been.”

We continued down the corridor until we reached a large rotunda, where the ceiling extended off into the sky and plants grew wildly up the marble pillars. I recognized this place from an artwork, it actually used to hang on my living room wall. This was the entrance to Solaris’ tower, with the gates to his personal abode resting ahead of us, nestled into the surrounded with green obsidian and glinting with linings of silver. I kept in stride with the long legged alicorn by speeding to a jog, almost winded by how fast he could walk sometimes. As we reached the doors he pulled out a key, his horn flashing as he unlocked the door both physically and magically. I followed him into the main chamber of the tower, not knowing what I could expect from the ancient leader. The room we walked into was shocking until I thought of how he’d behaved around Lune and me, and then things made a peculiar amount of sense.

The room around us looked as if it was a scene torn straight from a fairytale, and I couldn’t help but stop and stare at the majesty for at least a moment. The main hall of the stallion’s home was decorated with massive slabs, nay, boulders of marble, ancient stone that seemed to have been cracked and repaired thousands upon thousands of times. The walls were monumental slabs of sedimentary stones, bright red in color and but cut perfectly, as if with some sort of monolithic razor. As I set my hoof to one I reveled in how smooth it was, looking up to where the stone faded back into marble , but with a tinge of reddish pink in the rare metamorphic rock. In the center of the room was a statue, depicting Discord and him sitting at a table together, a myriad of papers between him and the draconequi. Many plants and creeping vines covered the work of art, and it looked as if it was older than many of the other things around the castle.

Solaris smiled down at me, glad I was impressed with his home so far. He herded me towards a door in the left side of the tower, which once we entered through I noticed didn’t seem to obey Euclidian physics any more so than Lune’s tower did. For some reason, no matter how a space looked on the outside the alicorns seemed to be able to expand it far beyond anything that should exist. The room he’d led me into was something akin to a warehouse of clothes, with factory lights running on unto the horizon. He looked at me and gestured with a hoof, as if to say that it was all mine if I wanted it. I gestured to myself; I couldn’t believe that he would go to such great lengths to simply welcome me into his home. Although I thought about how Lune would feel about me accepting gifts from his older brother, I couldn’t help but reach out and run my hoof down a sheet of fabric that was used to make up a larger gown. It was beautiful, and I wanted little more than to see how I looked it.

Before I could so much as take the garment off the rack I felt magic lifting me and pulling me back to Solaris’ side. I looked up at in confusion, secretly annoyed that he’d wave something in front of me like that just to pull me away. He summoned a single plain white box, setting it down in front of me with a grin. He looked ecstatic, as if he wanted nothing more than to see my face light up when I opened the gift. I humored him, knowing it would be rude to save it for later when he clearly looked so happy about the prospect of giving me whatever was inside.

“You can have anything in this tower for yourself, but you must first accept this gift from me.” He said, shifting his weight from one hoof to the other like a stallion asking out his first crush. “It’s not much, really. Merely a piece of me that I put into the form of something wearable.”

His anticipation was contagious as I smiled back, knowing it obviously meant the world to him that I accept whatever he’d made. With him holding his breath over me, I opened the box. My face fell from happiness to near anger in the fraction of a second it took for me to register what the ‘gift’ was. I felt myself saying the word in my head, as if to confirm that indeed this was the catch to the deal. I could have anything in the tower, so long as I wore a small, perfectly fitted leather collar, two sapphires fitted into the front of it beside a silver bell, gleaming lightly in the bright light. I looked back up at him, righteous fury burning in my eyes. I might be his servant, but I was nopony’s pet.

“You’re obviously expecting me to take this.” I stated venomously.

“Of course!” He said, levitating the collar up so that I could see it from all angles. I nearly bit right through my lip when I saw the buckle to it, which was a single brass plate with both Lune’s and Solaris’ Cutie Marks cast into it. As he opened it I noticed text on the inside of the buckle, reading ‘Property of Prince Solaris & Prince Lune’. “I made it especially for you. Both of the gems are enchanted, so they facilitate the sensation that we have physical contact even though we could be miles away. This way you’re constantly in tune to my needs. I was also a good brother and included Lune, giving him both space on the buckle and including him in the enchantments. This way both me and Lune won’t have to go through the hassle of telling you to do something when we can just will you to.”

I couldn’t tell what shocked me more; how bold he was, or the fact that he was masking the whole reason for the collar behind logic. A blind pony could see that he wanted nothing more than to force this collar on me and feel smug as he watched me do whatever he wished. Even more insulting was the fact that he wasn’t even being subtle about the fact that it had a bell. A hoof-sized silver bell on the front of it that chimed much like a cat’s whenever it moved. Anypony who saw me in it would get the point immediately, between the brass buckle and the fact that it was basically a pet collar. The whole point of it was printed on the back of the buckle. It stated that I was their property, and they owned me. Mind, body and soul. Lune himself would balk at the purpose for this bejeweled monstrosity. He would want me to be considered his partner, not another one of his possessions.

I took a while to formulate my response, but when I finally replied I simply pushed the collar away, shaking my head. “You mistake my servitude, my obedience towards you as permission to make me a slave. Lune considers me my partner before I’m his servant, and I still have dignity. There is a difference between pride and dignity, by the way. One is necessary; the other can be ignored sometimes. You either don’t understand that, or you truly consider me to be your property.”

Solaris only sighed, his shoulders slouching. “Firstly, I recognize you the way everypony else recognizes you first. That is, as a servant. Secondly, you signed any rights to dignity away the moment you filled out those forms. Thirdly, I do consider you to be one of my possessions, which is because of both reasons one and two. Finally, why can’t you be proud of the fact that you’re our property?”

“Because I know the moment that I put that collar on you’re going to do the same thing that you did to me on my living room floor.” I countered. “Plus, you aren’t too high on the ‘respect my body’ list. I can imagine you showing me off like some prized pedigree pet to somepony else.”

“What’s the matter with that?” He asked, seemingly hurt. “You openly admit that you enjoyed what I did to you that day, and secondly you know that I would never let anypony hurt you.”

“That wasn’t what I meant. You might not let somepony hurt me physically, but you’ll let them do whatever else they want to me. I’ve gotten to know you, Solaris.”

Solaris scowled. “Hardly.” Was all he said.

What happened next both appalled me and made me want to cry at the same time. The prince shook his head, the air being filled with the sounds of ‘tsk, tsk’ as his horn lit. I gasped as he seized me by my tail, hoisting me up in the air against my will. I have an instinctive fear of being levitated to this day because of what he did to me next. Invisible ropes fastened around my hooves and midsection, leaving me to struggle fruitlessly in midair. I hovered a mere few inches above the ground, unable to help myself as the prince, still somehow above me, looked down at me, smiling with intentions I could only infer at that point. Solaris tilted my head up to his with a hoof, leaning down until his perfectly shaped muzzle was barely an inch from me.

“You do not know me. A pony as young, as naïve as you will never guess why I do the things I do. Though things like this have simple short-term reasoning, think about this… this collar, the one I made just for you, serves another purpose. It heals you, every second of every day, as well as prevents magic from being used on you. This whole dilemma you’re in here, with me levitating you, could have been avoided.”

I got vertigo as he flipped me upside down, my ears scraping the floor as he stared pointedly down at me, his expression contemptuous. He turned his gaze to my flanks, smirking as his horn let out an additional flash. I nearly screamed for help as I felt my tail lifted, exposing me to anypony who could be watching, as well as his hungry eyes. I could only close my eyes ashamedly and try to pretend that what he was doing to me was no big deal. The prince knew, though, that this hurt me more than any other sort of punishment. He licked his lips, laying a hoof on my left flank and tracing small circles around my Cutie Mark. I did my best, exercised all my willpower to pretend that I wasn’t enjoying any of this. My body betrayed me, though. Almost as soon as his other hoof met the inside of my leg I felt myself blush vividly. I prayed to the gods above that the potion that I’d taken last night wasn’t still in effect, because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to control myself getting excited. He might not notice my stallionhood loving/hating his molestations, but me most definitely notice the clear lubrication leaking unnaturally from under my tail.

A slap echoed throughout the massive room and my yelp of pain followed shortly afterwards. Almost directly after he’d struck my flank he put his front legs around my waist, pulling my loins closer to his muzzle. I simpered miserably, hating that I was enjoying this on a carnal level but every other part of me was rioting in response to this treatment. A completely lewd sound escaped me as he traced his tongue along my taint, ending at my ring. He backed away from me and grinned as I grew wet, my anus flushing with moisture. I blinked and found myself to indeed be crying, a single tear running down my muzzle and falling to the floor. This was so wrong.

All of the sudden he flipped me rightside up and dropped me, watching with vague amusement as I missed and stumbled, my back legs shaking furiously from unspent sexual tension. Tears ran traitorously down my cheeks, though my facial expression was stubbornly willful as he regarded me once again, satisfied that his ministrations would have changed my mind to his fashion accessory of choice. His smile became a grin as I heard the soft plip of my own liquid dripping to the floor, running down my sack, creeping down my legs and filling the air with a mareish musk. I tried to remain defiant, standing my ground on all fours, my stance squared. While the prince was musing over how good I smelled, I couldn’t help but loath my own body at that moment. It told him whatever he wanted to hear, whatever made him happy with himself. Right now he was reading my excitement as a sign that I was weak, and unable to defend myself. I hate to admit that indeed, he was right in that respect. My entire body shivered, craving something touching me under my tail. I felt myself clenching and relaxing internally, the muscles inside me craving something to grip. It didn’t care what it was or who the generous donor would be, my body just wanted something to fill the empty space inside me.

“Are you going to permit me to help you?” He asked, licking his lips. “I assure you, it’d be so much easier if you simply agreed to what I say. If you’d only accept what I give you and trust that I am just in my actions. Then I can relieve you.”

“Blind obedience leads to slavery.” I grated, my body wanting nothing more than to be made a slave, to be dominated by him right there where anypony could see. “I won’t be another listless sheep, herded into whatever pasture you want.”

Solaris sighed, his smile fading. “You can only lead a horse to water, Felt. I’ve given you every opportunity to give up on this silly insistence that you still have free will. You don’t. You are a servant; you signed any right to privacy, free speech, dignity or personal space. Whereas Lune might lie to you and say that you do, and insist that you are his partner and not his servant, I cannot and will not lead you to believe something that isn’t true. You are mine and his, and Dusk’s and Cadenza’s. You are our collective, shared possession.”

Before I could protest how wrong he was I felt an invisible pair of shackles bind my front and back legs, locking me in place. I tried to lift my hooves in panic, but they were locked to the floor. The prince shook his head again, holding up the collar with his magic. I shook my head vehemently, rejecting the leather binding in its entirety even though I was physically incapable of denying him. I felt something close around my neck, holding it out in the open air, my soft nape exposed as he trotted up to me. I shook and shouted loudly, but no sooner did the first word part my lips did all sound cease to come from me. I attempted to yell for help, to alert somepony that I was there, but the cunning prince had prevented me from making any noise save for what I could without my vocal cords. He finished his approach, putting a hoof on my cheek as he levitated the collar up to my neck. I barred my teeth and fought to bite at his muzzle as he fastened the collar perfectly, clapping his hooves against the floor happily as he finally buckled it into place.

The bindings around my limbs fell away, and I felt Solaris’ will pressing against my own. Even with every single atom of my existence fighting against him, I was nothing compared to his infinite willpower. He smiled as he saw my furious expression give way to sorrow and acceptance, and I bowed my head, wishing Lune was there. All of the sudden it clicked in my head, and a lightbulb came on. I opened my mouth to shout the lunar prince’s name, to call for him and have him fix this mess I’d fell into. Just as I did I stopped, unable to perform the action. Solaris only admired me in the collar, but I knew what he was doing. He wasn’t going to let me do anything he didn’t want me to, and calling in his younger brother to see what he’d done to his most precious pony was the last thing he wanted to happen. I crumpled into a miserable heap, my legs giving up on holding my weight. I sat on my knees, wondering when I’d ever see my true prince again.

“You can help me now.” I said.

I roared in outrage as the words parted my lips, knowing they weren’t my own. Solaris only smiled and moved behind me, crouching down over me and whispering in my ear. I stopped listening to him, focusing only on how much I wanted to sink into the floor. That was, until I felt his pink member press against my already slick entrance. I gasped involuntarily, arching my back and pushing back on him. In my head he told me to submit, cease to be an individual as he pushed into me. I began to cry again as my mind did as it was told, throwing any reasons not to accept his warm, firm member inside me away. He moaned as my walls stretched to fit his larger stallionhood, and I prayed Lune wouldn’t notice when I came back to him. Soon his entire length was in and he was biting my ear, the nape of my neck. I behaved exactly how he told me to; I moaned his name, pushed back on him and made bestial noises as he violated my existence. In all honesty, I didn’t get to have any true enjoyment. He told me to act like he was giving me a good time, but nothing he was doing was enough to give me an orgasm solely from his admittedly frantic, hurried stimulation. He thrust into me with shallow gyrations of his hips, wet slaps echoing around the empty room.

He came inside of me and didn’t even bother pulling out, instead passing out, rolling over onto his side and pulling me with him. I couldn’t move, as I was still speared on his stallionhood and any movement would wake him up. I could only lay there, his front legs wrapped around me, bell on my collar jingling lightly, his heart beating in a completely different rhythm than mine, wondering where I’d gone so wrong.