The sound of wood against flesh resonated throughout Fleetfoot's home, followed by a yell of pain that could be heard from outside of its cloud walls.

"That's four so far!" Soarin yelled at the pegasus mare that was fleeing into the kitchen, her red bottom swaying from left to right and back again with each step she took. "Six more and your ass is mine!"

Fleetfoot scampered behind her kitchen table, her wrists attached to the front of her collar by half a foot of chain. She was breathing hard and her flank stung, but she couldn't help but smile as Soarin stepped leisurely into the room.

The two pegasi were in the midst of a game they called "Paddle Tag". Fleetfoot had to try and avoid the stallion the best she could as he attempted to land ten blows to her butt. If Soarin won he would be able to do as he pleased with the mare. Since there was no time limit he always won. Fleetfoot was fine with this though, for her the thrill was in the chase.

It had been a few weeks since the two had become a couple. Ever since that day they were very active with one another, spending most nights together at either one of their homes where they would play similarly kinky games, Fleetfoot only taking a few nights off so she could report to Fancy Pants.

They had even begun to use their breaks during practice to sneak off somewhere quiet so that they could pleasure one another, sometimes coming back more tired than they were when they left. It was a wonder that Spitfire hadn't caught on. If she had the two would've been reprimanded for sure.

"You know that table won't save you." Said Soarin with an evil look on his face. He placed the edge of the paddle on the tabletop and walked along its edge towards the female pegasus.

"I know." Fleetfoot replied. "But it does delay the inevitable." The mare did her best to stay opposite ends of the table as the stallion, matching each of his steps with one in the other direction.

Once they made it to their respective corners however Soarin grabbed ahold of the table's side and pushed it against the kitchen counter, blocking off the mare's path. "So you're just wasting my time!" He exclaimed as he rushed Fleetfoot.

Fleetfoot tried to duck under the table to make an escape, but Soarin was fast on her. Nabbing the mare by the collar he pulled her back to her hooves. "You know what happens to bad fillies that waste another pony's time." Forcing the mare forward, the stallion bent her over the table, making Fleetfoot present her shapely rump to him. Placing the paddle between the now helpless pegasus' legs he rubbed it back and forth against her lower lips. "Bad fillies get spanked." Said Soarin as he listened to Fleetfoot's coos and gasps of pleasure. Once he felt she'd had enough he moved the paddle away from her pussy and lifted it high in the air.

Fleetfoot winced and tensed her body, anticipating the blow. The stallion swung down hard, but stopped when the sound of knocking came to his ear. Holding still to try and identify the source he heard the knocking once more, this time louder, determining that it was coming from the front door.

"Looks like somepony called the guard on us again." Soarin chuckled. "You really need to learn to control yourself." Soarin released the collar and stepped back away from Fleetfoot. The mare relaxed, but then felt the paddle slam into her butt. She cried out in surprise and turned around to hide her rump. "And that is five." Said Soarin, setting the paddle down as he went to answer the door.

As he left the room Fleetfoot walked over to her fridge and took a moment to look at a mirror she had placed on it. Looking into it she saw her "other self" resting peacefully inside. At the moment she was sated, her games with Soarin fulfilling her masochistic desire. Fleetfoot thought it was odd at first that she could somehow see this part of herself in any reflection, even though no one else could. But doing a little research she found that ponies had all sorts of ways of displaying emotional trauma ranging from seeing odd reflections to having their bodies react outwardly. She had read that some ponies could even start losing the color in their coats if they got depressed.

While the mare was examining her alter ego Soarin was approaching the front door quickly. Hearing the knock once more he grabbed the handle and opened the door to find a blue pegasus mare with blonde and orange striped hair standing there. Looking the pegasus over he saw she was wearing a pair of black slim-fit jeans with a white tube top and a black leather jacket over top.

"Can I help you?" Soarin asked, unsure why the mare was standing at Fleetfoot's door.

"Yes, could you tell Fleetfoot that her mistress is here to see her?" The mare replied with a smirk.

"Her..... mistress? You mean as in..." Soarin said, trying to determine more about this strange pegasus that was asking for Fleetfoot's presence.

The mare chuckled a bit and placed her hands on her hips. "As in she is my bitch. Spankings, leash led walks, hoof cleanings by tongue. You name it, and she has let me do it to her. Now get her out here, I have things to do."

Soarin's brow furrowed. He knew now that this mare was legitimate if she knew of Fleetfoot's kinks, but he personally didn’t like the way that this mare was speaking about his girlfriend. Even if he played games with Fleetfoot that demeaned her and caused her pain, it was for her benefit, not his. He didn't like the idea of somepony talking about her with such a disrespectful attitude. "She isn't here, she went out of town. I am watching her house for her. Come back some other time." He said as he went to close the door.

The mare stopped the door with her hoof and poked her head inside. She knew the stallion was lying and decided to take matters into her own hands. "Fleetfuck! Get out here!" Lightning Dust yelled into the house.

As soon as the voice hit the athletic pegasus mare's ears she watched as the once resting "Fleetfuck" in her reflection shot awake. Her eyes widened as she saw the image’s expression turn into masochistic glee. "Oh no...." was all she could get out before she found herself once again shoved into her own subconscious.

It was not long before Fleetfoot was running to the door in eager devotion. To be able to see her cruel mistress again filled her with joy that could not be compared to. As she got there she noticed that Soarin was actively trying to force Lightning Dust out of her house. "Soarin!" She yelled annoyed at what he was doing. "What are you doing? Let her in."

Soarin gave Fleetfoot a stern look, showing his displeasure in letting the mare in the house, but he only got a glare in return. Even with her arms currently chained to her neck the glare sent a chill down the stallion's spine. Reluctantly he opened the door and allowed the mare to enter.

"Ah.. much better." Lightning said as she stepped inside, giving Soarin a sly look as she did. She only made it in a few steps before Fleetfoot went to her, falling to her knees and kissing her mistress' hooves. Lightning was pleasantly surprised by this. She had expected the mare to still be reluctant towards her position as a slave. "Huh, well this is a bit of a change. Not that I mind it." The pegasus sent a light kick into Fleetfoot's snout, making the mare recoil.

“Hey!” Soarin yelled at Lightning. “Don’t you dare hurt her you-!”

“No, it’s okay Soarin. I like it.” Fleetfoot said smiled brightly as she straightened herself upright on her knees. "What brings you here Mistress? Have you come to retrieve me? I’ve wanted to feel your touch again for so long."

Lightning Dust bent over and put her muzzle to Fleetfoot's ear. "No, I'm not here to take you back. You know who has sent me here on business. You're going to have to stay here and keep up appearances."

Fleetfoot frowned and drooped her head, she really want to spend time with her mistress. In her mind only Lightning knew exactly how to treat her. Soarin was a decent substitute, but he was far too caring and gentle. He was too afraid to give the mare the type of excruciating pain she truly desired.

Lightning Dust grabbed Fleetfoot's mane and forced her to look up. "Buck up slut. Just because I got to leave doesn't mean I don't have plans. Go get dressed, we have a party to go to." Fleetfoot was sadness quickly turned to excitement. A party? One that the mistress wanted to take her to. Her mind filled with the possibilities of what could come of this.

"Ahem!" Soarin closed the door and looked at the two mares in front of him. "Fleetfoot, we had plans to stay in tonight. Maybe your friend can stay here instead." The stallion didn't like the idea of his girlfriend slipping off with this new mare. Not even a minute of contact with Fleetfoot and Lightning had already showed that she was abusive.

"No way." Said Lightning Dust. "There is no way I’m going to miss this party and if I’m going then Fleetfuck is going too. Isn't that right?"

Fleetfoot cheerfully nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I’ll do whatever you ask of me." If Soarin was trying to make Fleetfoot choose between him and Lightning Dust the choice was obvious. Lightning held her heart after all, both her crystal one and her real one when it came to "Fleetfuck".

“Good, now do as your told and get some clothes on your bitch ass.” Said Lightning. Fleetfoot nodded and got to her hooves as her mistress released her grip on her mane. As she went to go to her bedroom Lightning Dust sent a slap across her ass. “And make sure it’s something sexy. I want everyone to know what a whore you are.”

Soarin crossed his arms and let out a grunt. "Who are you anyways?" He asked wondering who this mare that had so much sway over Fleetfoot was.

"Oh, Fleetfuck hasn't mentioned me?" Said Lightning. "I guess she wouldn't have. I'm Lightning Dust."

Soarin had heard the name before. Spitfire had brought it up in the past saying that Lightning was a pony with lots of potential, but was too focused on being the best to care about others. It would seem to Soarin that attitude extended to more than just her flying.

Soarin got right up in Lightning‘s face. “I’m not going to let you just take her.” Said Soarin, trying his best to be intimidating.

"It doesn't really look like you can stop me." Lightning Dust said as she gave the stallion a quick inspection. "You know.... if you wanted you could join us. I know a mare there who would just love to met you."

Soarin was not sure if he liked that idea, if the mare in question was anything like Lightning Dust he didn’t want any part of that. Even if she wasn’t, Soarin wouldn’t be able to enjoy himself with another mare. It would feel like he was cheating on Fleetfoot and he didn’t want to do that, even if it seemed she had no qualms doing the same to him. The only advantage in going to the party would be that if he went he could keep an eye on the two, just so he could make sure Fleetfoot would be ok. "Where are you going?"

"Just a place on the outskirts of Canterlot." Said Lightning.

"A party in outer Canterlot. And what will be going on there?" He asked curiously.

"Just some important ponies getting together, having some fun in amazingly kinky ways. If you don't want to come though it's up to you, I just thought I might offer so you didn't get left blueballed when I take Fleetfuck with me."

Soarin gritted his teeth. "Would you stop calling her that?"

"What?" Lightning shot back. "You don't like my little pet name for her? She seems to enjoy it."

Soarin pushed the mare aside and headed to Fleetfoot’s room. He’d had enough of the Lightning’s bitchy attitude and hoped that he could talk some sense into Fleetfoot. Entering the room he found that Fleetfoot had removed the chain that had bound her arms, the key to its lock having been in the room, easily accessible for safety purposes.

The mare was now slipping on an red, short sleeved shirt the exposed her midriff and had a neckline that went down her chest in a way that would of shown off the mare’s cleavage if not for her small breasts. Accompanying this was a red miniskirt that was so short on the mare that it threatened to reveal her crotch even as she stood up straight.

“Fleetfoot....” Soarin said addressing his girlfriend. “Can we talk?”

The pegasus mare looked back at the stallion. “Sure Soarin, what about?”

“I really don’t want you to go with Lightning Dust. Could you please just stay here with me tonight?” Said Soarin.

“Awww, how sweet.” Fleetfoot replied in a tone that Soarin couldn’t tell was sarcastic or not. “You’re worried about me.” The mare said as she approached the stallion. Giving him a small peck on his muzzle she walked right past him. “You don’t have to be though, I’m a big girl.”

“But... I... wait!” Soarin tried to stop the Fleetfoot, but as he tried to grab the mare she slipped just out of his reach as she exited the room. The stallion let out a sigh. It was obvious to him at this point that there was no getting to Fleetfoot. There was only one thing he could do.

As the two mares were just about to leave, Soarin went up to the front door and pushed it shut. “Ok...” The stallion said, making his displeasure in the situation clear. “While I don’t want Fleetfoot to go, I can see that I can’t stop her. That being said if you are going to some party where Celestia knows what will happen, then I’m going to take up your offer and go too. That’s still ok, right?” Soarin didn’t care if it was ok or not, at this point he was going to that party.

"Well...." Lightning said as she released Fleetfoot from her hold. "There is one issue with this. If you come along it will have to be as a submissive."

"Wait what?" Soarin said in slight confusion. "Why is that?"

"Rules of the party, each invitation only allows one dominant and up to two submissives. If you don't like it then you can stay here." Lightning Dust could see the conflict the stallion was facing, not wanting to be at her mercy or allow Fleetfoot to go alone. It satisfied her to no end. "So what's it going to be stud? You going to come as my pet, or stay here and jerk it?"

Soarin wanted to refuse, he had never played the submissive in his games with Fleetfoot, and even if he had he still didn't want to be considered Lightning's "pet". If he thought he could, Soarin would simply tail them to where the party was being held, but hearing how fast Lightning was supposed to be along with how fast he knew Fleetfoot could get he knew there was no way he could follow. "Ok.... what do I have to do?"

Minutes later Soarin found himself flying through the air. He had no idea where he was, however, as Lightning Dust put a blindfold over his eyes, telling him that the party was in a secret location that newcomers were not allowed to know. He also had a leather collar around his neck since he was to play as a submissive. He didn't like it, it was a bit too tight and chafed his neck. He couldn't believe that Fleetfoot actually enjoyed wearing one all the time at home, but perhaps that was the difference between a true submissive and one just acting.

As he flew blindly through the sky he squeezed the hand that was in his tightly. Fleetfoot was told by her mistress to lead the stallion as she followed her and she was doing her best to follow that command. Despite the comfort that holding his lover's hand gave him, Soarin still found the experience intimidating. It felt like at any moment he could hit something or that he would plummet to the ground. "Are we almost there?" He asked, trying to sound brave against this situation where he had no control if he wanted to be with Fleetfoot.

"We will get there when we get there." Replied Lightning Dust. "You know if you weren't so slow we would be there already." She added as insult to the stallion.

Fleetfoot went close to Soarin's side. "Don't worry, we are closing in on it. I can't wait!" The mare squealed in excitement, catching the attention of her mistress.

"Hey Fleetfuck! No talking to the boy toy till we get to the party!" Lightning yelled at the mare.

"Oh, sorry Mistress...." Fleetfoot made a bit of distance between her and Soarin.

The three pegasi soon landed in the streets of Canterlot, the sun starting to set on the city. As they touched ground Lightning Dust quickly stepped into an alleyway, Fleetfoot followed closely behind as she dragged Soarin along.

"Fleetfoot.... where are we?" Soarin asked hoping to get information from the mare, but she remained silent. There was no way she was going to disobey her mistress' orders.

After going down the alleyways for a while, Lightning Dust finally stopped at a door marked "Do not enter". Putting up her hand she gestured for Fleetfoot to stop a safe distance away. As the mare complied, keeping Soarin out of listening distance, Lightning Dust knocked on the door exactly four times in a beat of one knock every three seconds. On the fourth knock the door opened and an earth pony stallion in a chef's uniform poked his head out.

"Why are you knocking on the back door of my kitchen?" The pony said angrily.

Lightning Dust in return pulled out a slip of paper from her jacket. Unfolding it she cleared her throat and read from it. "Wer hab'lezrojth nishka faestir." She said as she spoke the odd writings from the paper.

The earth pony raised an eyebrow at the pegasus mare. "What are you doing speaking these nonsense words at me. Get out of here you nuisance." The pony waved Lightning Dust away and started closing the door.

"Wait!" Lightning yelled. "I almost forgot." Reaching into her jacket again the pulled out a small pinion in the shape of a red talon or fang. She pinned it to her jacket collar and looked at the paper once more. "Now let's try this again. Wer hab'lezrojth nishka faestir."

The pony looked her over once more and then opened the door wide. "Your accent on the words is terrible." Looking around the corners of the doorway the chef pony spotted the two Wonderbolts. "Are they yours?" He asked.

"Yes, one is my personal pet and the other is fresh meat." Said Lightning.

"Don't you know that the untrained are not permitted?" The earth pony said, showing his anger once more.

"This one is a special case. I even got permission from S.T. herself." The pegasus mare reached into her jacket one last time and pulled out a blue card with a symbol on it that looked like a pegasus wing with a chain encircling it. The earth pony looked it over and nodded, moving out of the way and bowing as he bid Lightning Dust entrance. Lightning then gestured to Fleetfoot and Soarin to follow her inside.

Once inside the pony chef locked the door behind the pegasi, causing Soarin to fidget a little. The implications of what he agreed to were starting to hit him hard. "Calm down Soarin, this is just a bit of playful bondage. They might be a little extreme, but I'm sure they won't do anything that you would object to. Just take a look at what they have to offer and if you don't want to do it then tell them." He thought in an attempt to calm himself.

The earth pony chef moved away from the door once it was secured and then guided the other ponies through the building. The group passed through a kitchen full of ponies working on preparing meals, indicating that they had entered into some sort of restaurant. As they passed through quickly and silently the kitchen staff paid them no mind, treating the situation as if they didn't exist except for moving out of the way if they were in the direct path of one of them.

Upon exiting the kitchen they were led down a set of stone steps and down a long hallway until the reached a room filled with racks that held an assortment of wines. The chef pony went to the back wall and pushed on a spot in a corner of the room to reveal a hidden passage. "Go down this path, then take the left turn followed by the right. If you stray from the path the consequences will be dire." Lightning nodded in understanding and entered the passageway, Fleetfoot and Soarin following close behind.

Following the directions given to her Lightning made her way through the tunnel, finding that each turn had two other options that were assuredly intended to mislead unwanted visitors, perhaps leading them in circles or booby trapped with unpleasant surprised. The group approached a door at the end of their path and went through, once through they found themselves in an entirely different setting. Lightning Dust turned to Fleetfoot. "Remove his blindfold, we are here."

As his eyes adjusted to the brightly lit room Soarin found himself in a large ballroom setting. The walls were painted in gold and silver and had scarlet drapes hanging on the walls for decoration. The room was filled ponies, slightly less than half of them clothed in fancy dress while the rest were naked, aside from collars around their necks and the occasional added binding on their appendages.

There were several circular platforms scattered around the large room, each of which had ponies on it that were demonstrating different acts of bondage and domination on other ponies. Catching one of the performances, Soarin had to look away to hide his embarrassment as another pegasus male was being stroked into climax by his unicorn mistress, moaning into the bit in his mouth.

"Okay you two, strip off your clothes." Said Lightning Dust to the other two pegasi.

Fleetfoot immediately started taking off her shirt and skirt, not wearing anything underneath. Soarin however was not as eager to oblige. "What?! No!" He replied to the demand.

Lightning shook her head in disappointment. "Look, there is obviously a dress code for the submissives here and I am not getting kicked out because of you. Now get naked or get out. I am sure Fleetfuck will have plenty of fun getting pounded by stallions without you."

Soarin growled at the mare's words but decided to obey for now, for Fleetfoot's sake. Removing his pants, shirt and underwear he handed the bunched up clothing to Lightning Dust. "Here, just don't lose them."

Lightning took the clothes, laughing as she did. "I'll keep track of them. By the way nice stiffy." Soarin looked down and found that his penis was erect. Letting out a gasp he covered himself in shame. "Oh come on, don't do that. Nopony here cares if your dick is hard as a rock. Well that is unless they want to ride it like a rodeo pony on a bull. Now come on you two, let's mingle."

The mare headed into the crowd and Fleetfoot joined in right behind her. Soarin removed his hand from around his cock as he tried to keep track of the two mares, figuring it was kinda silly to act ashamed when there were so many that were walking around in the nude unabashed.

Soarin walked his way through the ponies that were enjoying the activities of the event. “How many ponies came to this thing?” He thought. “There has to be at least a hundred of them. Are they all really that into bondage?” He passed by another platform, seeing a tied up earth pony mare get tickled by a male pegasus’ wing feathers to the point that she was laughing hysterically .

Looking back in the direction of the pegasus mares he found that he had lost them in the crowd. He frantically looked around in the direction that he saw them last, standing on his tippy hooves to try to spot the pair. As he looked around he felt a pair of arms his waist and a hand wrap its fingers around his penis.

"Why hello there." Said a unicorn mare from behind him as she started rubbing his firm cock. "I do believe I found a stray pegasus. Would you like to go on stage with me birdie? I can make you feel wonderful."

Soarin's wings extended out in full spread against his will, attracting the attentions of many of the other party guest which only increased his humiliation as he started to hear them speak.

"Wait a minute, isn't that Soarin?"

"Soarin? You mean from the Wonderbolts?"

"I wonder who's slave he is."

"Not as big as I thought he would be."

"He has a nice physique, even for a pegasus."

Soarin was starting to realize the mistake he had made by coming here. In all his worry over Fleetfoot he hadn't even thought about the fact that ponies actually knew who he was. The idea that he was in the middle of this crowd of ponies who would recognize him didn't even cross his mind until this moment, and now that it had, it terrified him. He pulled himself away from the unicorn caressing his shaft and tried to lose the prying eyes of the ponies looking at by going deeper into the crowd.

"Stupid, stupid!" The stallion thought. "I've got to get out of here. Get my clothes and-" His thought stopped dead when he remembered that he had given his clothing to Lightning Dust. Until he found her, Soarin was stuck here. His only hope was to look for her while trying to remain inconspicuous.

First thing he needed to do was retract his wings. Closing his eyes he focused hard and after a few moments he managed to get them to fold down on his back. "Good, now find those mares and get the heck out of here." Soarin took a few steps and then noticed that despite him being able to get his wings in check his penis was still at full mast. He couldn't for the life of himself figure out why though, the eroticism of this place had now left Soarin's mind. Regardless his body knew what he did not and could not resist the atmosphere of the party, being rich with the pheromones of all the slaves that were in the room.

Not being able to calm his throbbing erection, he decided to pursue Lightning Dust despite it. He only hoped that no more guests would try to touch him. "Ok, I just need to get my bearings straight. Last time I saw them they were heading that way I think. If I start there and then work my way around I should be al- Oh fuck Celestia that feels gooood"~

Soarin opened his mouth for a moment and let his tongue hang out. A sensation of pure, wet bliss had covered his aroused cock and was sending him quickly to his peak. Getting control of himself he looked down to see a naked cream-colored unicorn mare with short, wavy light green hair and eyes in the most lovely shade of greenish-blue wrapping her lips around his shaft, her tongue greedily lapping at his sensitive flesh. Somehow she had slipped herself on him without Soarin even noticing. His mind told him to move away from this mare, but her skill at pleasing a stallion orally was enough to let his body's desires get the best of him and make the pegasus ignore this warning.

"Lonely Heart! What in Equestria do you think you are doing?!" said a scolding voice from the crowd. Facing the direction of the voice he saw a dark blue pegasus stallion in a matching suit approach. This pegasus had a short, straight brown and purple mane and brown eyes. He was also holding a leash in his hand that connected to the unicorn mare's collar. "Did you ask this stallion's owner if you could suck his cock?" The mare shook her head, never allowing her mouth to let go of Soarin's cock. "Well then you know better than that. Get off him this instance."

The Unicorn mare obeyed and removed herself from Soarin, making sure to run her tongue along the bottom part of his now saliva covered shaft as she did. "She is such an eager little slut. She just can't hold herself back sometimes." Said the dark blue pegasus.

Soarin was a bit disappointed that he had made the mare stop. He was so close to cumming and she was much better at sucking dick than Fleetfoot. That he wanted her to continue made him feel a bit guilty, feeling like he was betraying Fleetfoot's trust. Still excited from Lonely's touch, Soarin shook as he tried to move.

"Where is your owner." The pegasus continued. "I want to apologize about this."

Soarin thought about that. Technically he didn't have one, but he guessed that Lightning was acting as his mistress. He also hoped that "owner" was just a term these ponies were using as a gender neutral version of mistress or master. "I-I don't know. I lost track of her."

The dark blue pegasus tugged on Lonely's leash a few times, signaling her to stand up on her hooves. "Well that will not do at all. Tell me what she looks like. I might of seen your mistress around."

"She is.... is light blue. Has yellow striped hair. She was wearing.... a black leather jacket I think." Soarin said trying to recall what Lightning looked like.

"I think I did see a mare fitting that description. Come with me, I will get you back to your mistress." The blue pegasus walked towards the direction that Soarin had seen Lightning Dust last with Lonely Heart following in tow. Having no other leads on where the mare was, he decided to go with him as well. Hopefully the pegasus would lead him in the right direction and if he had to be brutally honest it was a better option than just wandering around. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to relax once more he went after the stallion, willing to take his chances. The night was already a mess and how much worse could it get?

Author's Note

Sorry I am a bit late. This week was pretty bad for me as I was pretty sick, but I managed to get it done and hopefully you all like it.

This chapter marks the first OC cameo of the story. Lonely Heart and Stirred Brew (The blue pegasus) belong to Stirred_Brew

Next time we will finish the Fleetfoot arc with the second half of the party. Hope to see you all then.