"No! Stop! Somepony help!" Anypony! Save me!" Fleetfoot yelled as she struggled in vain. The athletic pegasus pulled her arms and kicked her legs, but the shackles connecting her to the table she was laying on would not give. Looking around in panic she could only see a bright spotlight shining down on her from directly above, the rest was darkness. She did not know how she got in her current situation and she didn't care.

"Come now Fleetfoot, you know that you enjoy this. You know you want to feel the pain." She heard as a voice echoed from the darkness. Trying to pinpoint where it came from she spotted a large crystalline claw come into the light and slide along her bare flesh, leaving a shallow cut along her stomach.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" Begged Fleetfoot, squirming as much as she could to escape the blade-like claw.

"Of course I am. You want me to. It is your desire to suffer." The voice replied coldly.

"Why would I ever want something like that?!" Fleetfoot's eyes began to shed streams of tears as fear set in her mind. There was nothing she could do and she knew it.

"You ask a question like that in your current state? Perhaps my dear..." The creature emerged from the shadow and Fleetfoot could see the horror that it was. It looked like a crystal pony for the most part, but in a twisted form. Its hands bore long knife-like claws, its snarling muzzle was filled with large fangs and atop its head was a gnarled horn. "Perhaps you should reflect on your words."

The light hit the demonic crystal pony's skin and what the pegasus saw filled her with terror. Reflected on the body of the monster was herself, but not as she thought she was at the moment. She was laying on the table, cuts and bruises covering her body. Her arms and legs were not restrained and instead she was touching herself as she spread her legs apart as far as she could. Her face gave lewd expressions as juices flowed freely from her crotch.

"No! That's not me!" Fleetfoot screamed in disbelief.

"You still doubt your true nature. Well then I will have to show you what lies inside." The creature placed its clawed hand between Fleetfoot's breasts.

"Don't!" The mare yelled, but it was too late. The creature pushed down and it's hand entered Fleetfoot in a flash of light. Pain filled her body as it searched around inside her.

"Ah, here it is." The creature said, gripping something inside her. With one mighty pull it brought its hand back out. Fleetfoot watched in shock as it opened its claw, revealing a heart shape crystal. Huffing a few more times she let out one final scream of terror.

Fleetfoot suddenly sat straight up, regretting it immediately as her head hit against something directly above her. "Oww...." She moaned as she rubbed the hurt spot of her head. She knew what it was she hit, the top bunk of the bed she was sleeping in. "Dang it, that dream. What was that about?" Trying to dismiss it, the pegasus got out of her bed and walked around the room.

The room she was in was part of the society's club building in a lower level for storing slave ponies who were "tamed". As much as it hurt Fleetfoot's pride to admit to herself she had recently joined their ranks, submitting to her mistress, Lightning Dust.

It was not that she didn't try to resist. She had lasted for what she felt was a long time, though she had no way of telling. If they had done to her what they done to most of the ponies then she would probably still be in the kennels sleeping on a cage floor. Instead the Society made sure early on to focus on breaking her.

Constant sessions with members, her mistress' own personal training and a liberal supply of straight passion fruit had turned Fleetfoot into a semi-masochist. Each time she ate the fruit another side of herself arose from her subconscious that desired the abuse the members gave her. Even though she knew that her body ached for her daily ration of her "drug", to be sent into a lust so great that nothing could sate it. As cold sweat formed on her nude body she tried to focus on other things.

She looked around the room that had been her home since she was tamed. It was a simple room with pure white walls and a wood floor. There was hardly any furniture in it aside from the bunk bed, just two small dressers. The only other thing in the room was a small speaker in the corner ceiling. Looking at these objects she then moved her gaze to the top bunk of her bed and spotted her roommate still sleeping.

The mare laying under the covers was another pegasus with pink hair and yellow fur by the name of High Spirits, which Fleetfoot felt was kind of ironic considering the situation they were in. Regardless she was the only pony aside from her mistress that she had constant contact with. Because of that and their sexual desires the two had become somewhat lovers out of necessity of fulfilling each others' needs.

Fleetfoot was not able to dwell on the mare long before a sudden burst of bright light filled the room. "Ah!" Fleetfoot yelled as the light hit her unprepared eyes. It was just the lights of the room, but even something as simple as that seemed like an instrument of torture at times. High Spirits grumbled and grabbed her pillow, putting it over her face. Fleetfoot could sympathize. They were never given enough time for proper rest. It helped to tame them as it kept the slaves weak, docile and subject to suggestion. Fleetfoot had hoped that since she had given in that she would at least be able to get a decent nights sleep, but aside from a more comfortable place to lay her head it was hardly any different.

"Attention." The speaker sounded. "Fleetfoot, prepare yourself for your daily training. High Spirits, you have an appointment scheduled."

High Spirits sat up in the bed, showing her annoyance of being awake. "Stupid minotaurs... stupid.... ugh...." High Spirits rubbed her eyes and stretched out her wings, revealing the metal wing binds locked on them.

The binds were little more than weighted metal that wrapped tightly around the bones of the appendage, having straps at the bottom of them that slipped between the feathers. Fleetfoot flapped her own wings, reminding her of her own bindings. The metal against her skin was very uncomfortable and made it difficult if not impossible to fly, but there was no way for her to take them off without taking her feathers with it.

"Morning Fleety." High Spirits said climbing off her bunk. "Couldn't get any sleep again?"

"Yeah, had a bad dream." Fleetfoot replied.

"Well not much to do about it now. Just try not to fall asleep in class." Said High Spirits.

The two pegasi each went to one of the dressers and opened the drawers. Looking inside Fleetfoot saw an assortment of toys that the society left for the two. The society seemed to want them to have sex all the time, perhaps so they would be more experienced at pleasing the members. Pushing aside the phalluses, bead strings and nipple clamps she found her collar. It was one of the few benefits of submitting that she was allowed to take it off when in her room.

She took a moment to touch a small tag on the front of it. The tag was in the shape of a pegasus wing, having "Fleetfoot" engraved on it. She then took the ends of the collar and wrapped it around her neck and strapped it on tightly. "Right, training... That means I will need these too." She said pulling out four leather shackles. She quickly put them around her wrist and ankles and then went to the door.

As she walked up to it she saw that High Spirits was already there, sitting on her knees with her head bowed and her hands placed on her thighs. Fleetfoot walked to stand beside her, shortly before assuming the same sitting position the other mare was in.

"Any idea who you're gonna be with today?" Fleetfoot ask, trying to pass the time until they were retrieved.

"Not really, I just hope they only want to screw me this time." Said High Spirits "The last one made me walk with a taut rope between my legs. Ten feet of it with five trips back and forth. Surprised I didn't get rope burn."

Fleetfoot was about to share her own recent experience of torment, but the door handle begun to turn. She quickly faced forward and bowed her head. "Good luck."

"You too" High Spirits replied.

As the door opened the two pegasi kept their eyes to the floor. It was only when they spotted the hooves of the ones who entered that they dared to raise their eyes even a bit. Before them stood one of the minotaur guards and a light blue pegasus with an orange and yellow mane that Fleetfoot had come to know by two names, Lightning Dust and, more importantly, Mistress.

"Hey there Fleetfuck, ready for some more intense training?" Lightning Dust said in a belittling tone.

Fleetfoot cringed. She hated that nickname that Lightning Dust had made for her, but it had spread around the society so much that it had practically replace her own. No matter if she hated it or not though she could not argue with her mistress. She lifted her head and greeted her with a smile. "Yes mistress, I always enjoy training with you."

"Well then sorry to disappoint you, but the sexual stamina course is canceled today." Said Lightning, crossing her arms and looking a bit miffed. "Seems that some of the losers couldn't keep up with a Wonderbolt and were too exhausted to perform after the last class."

Fleetfoot's face begun to turn a shade of red. Lightning was one of the ponies whose task it was to train the tamed slaves to be better at performing their roles as sex slaves. There was one problem though, because Fleetfoot was an athlete, Lightning tended to use her as an example to push the others.

Last time Lightning used her to test the limits of some of the other mares and by the time they finished even she was left trying to catch her breath from the strain of the training, many of the others simply went out cold before Lightning let them stop.

"Anyways Lady Tourmaline said that today we have to do something that will allow the slackers to relax." Lightning continued.

"What are we going to do then Mistress?" Fleetfoot asked. Honestly she was glad to hear that. There were limits even for a Wonderbolt and Lightning always wanted to push them.

"You'll see once we get there." Said Lightning. "For now let's get you with the rest. Stand up."

Fleetfoot obeyed and got to her hooves. As she did the guard placed a leash on High Spirits' collar. Pulling up on the leash hard he brought the pegasus up before she even had the chance to try to stand, choking her a bit as she got to her hooves as well. Fleetfoot wanted to hit the minotaur for hurting her roommate, but she knew that would only get her and High Spirits punished. Instead she held back her anger and followed Lightning into the halls.

Once the two got out of the room Fleetfoot spotted a long line of ponies, her classmates. The line was nineteen ponies long. Starting from the back of the line each pony had their hands bound together in front of them by shackles on their wrists. A chain went from each pair of shackles and attached to a D-ring on the back of the collar of the pony in front of them. Likewise they had shackles on their ankles that were chained from one pony to the next, making a hobble. Lastly each one was wearing a blindfold.

"Get in line Fleetfuck." Said Lightning. Fleetfoot got behind the last pony and put her hands out in front of her. She had done this enough for it to become routine for her. She waited as Lightning took a blindfold that was hanging on the wall just outside her room and slipped it over Fleetfoot's eyes. Fleetfoot let out a small yelp as her mistress tightened the strap. "Suck it up. You're a Wonderbolt, aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress." Fleetfoot had no idea how many times she had repeated those words. The fact that she was a Wonderbolt always seemed like a double-edged sword. On the one side it seemed that Lightning Dust was proud to have one as her slave, always showing Fleetfoot off to the other owners. On the other hand Lightning always seemed to bring up every one of her short comings. Every time she couldn't perform a sexual task or passed out from exhaustion she would hear about it and have to apologize. She even once had to apologize for having A cup breasts, even though there small size made her more aerodynamic and was one of the reasons she was a Wonderbolt.

Fleetfoot felt chains attach to her shackles, joining her to the group. "Ok slaves, let's go. One, two! One, two!" She heard Lightning yell to the group. Feeling a slight tug on her left shackle she lifted her hoof up and stepped forward. Placing her hoof down she waited for a tug on her right shackle and in turn lifted it up. It did not take long to feel out the pattern of the hobbled groups' walk.

The group walked around for some time. Being led while blindfolded was the norm for heading to classes, or to one of their appointments. It made it difficult for any of the slaves to get a layout of the area. Fleetfoot had no idea why they were led around this way when they were suppose to all be the tamed slaves and the ones kept in the kennels were usually allowed to see where they were going. She had her suspicions that it was just a way of showing that while submission came with certain privileges it also came with even more restrictions.

"Ok slaves, halt!" Said lightning, causing the group to stop on spot. "Take a seat you slackers."

The group slowly lowered themselves to the floor at the pegasus' command. They sat, waiting for the chains to get removed from their bonds. After a while Fleetfoot felt her blindfold get removed, being the last of the group to get theirs taken off. Opening her eyes she looked around to take in her surroundings.

The room was a large gymnasium. It was not the first time she was in this room or at least one that looked like it, she was not entirely sure it was the same. She and the others were sitting in the center of the room, Lightning Dust pacing the line as she sent dirty looks to some of the ponies. While she focused on the others Fleetfoot took the chance to look around. She noticed a bunch of equipment set up in one part of the room and thought that it looked like some sort of obstacle course.

More importantly though she noticed that there were an assortment of ponies and minotaurs sitting in seats near the walls. She recognized the ponies as other society trainers, the minotaurs were probably just random guards. They seemed arranged randomly, which was odd since the society seem to have an order to everything they did. One wall only had a lone minotaur sitting there. It just gave Fleetfoot an ominous feeling that they were set up that way for a reason.

"Ok slaves, eyes forward." Lightning said as she stopped near the center of the line. She grabbed a whip strapped to the pair of jeans she was wearing and unraveled it, getting everyone's attention. "Because some of you had to cry to your owners about the toughness of my training, I was told to take it easy on you all today by Lady Tourmaline." The group seemed to let out a large sigh of relief, but instantly tensed up as Lightning cracked the whip on the ground. "That being the case anypony who slips up on something as simple as this will taste the pain of my whip." The group groaned to the pegasus' enjoyment, as usual every time they got an inch a mile was taken from them. "Now that we all understand each other I'll explain the class. It isn't anything hard, just a little thing we call 'Pet Play 101'."

Fleetfoot had heard the term before. Some of the members enjoyed the idea of having their slaves act like animals and act affectionately towards them or perform tricks while not breaking their character.

"From this point on till the end of the class you all are dogs." Lightning continued. "You will speak only in barks and woofs. You will crawl on your hands and knees. Most importantly you will all obey any command given, but only to the extent that a dog could. Are there any questions?"

"I have one." A unicorn stallion said raising his hand. Fleetfoot knew immediately that this was a mistake. A split second later the crack of the whip was heard as it hit, the stallion screaming out in pain as he gripped his hand.

Lightning smirked as she shook her head. "Tsk, tsk, seems some of you are too stupid to understand me. I'll have to give you all an example. Fleetfuck, get over here." She said tapping her thigh with the hilt of the whip.

Fleetfoot got on her hands and knees from her sitting position, slowly crawling over to her mistress. She got beside her and looked up, waiting for another command.

"Good girl, now sit." Said Lightning Dust

Fleetfoot moved her legs so that she could place her rear on the floor, keeping her hands firmly on the ground in front of her to mimic how a dog would sit. To add a little flavor to the action she then opened her mouth, let out her tongue and started panting rapidly.

Lightning crouched down in front of her pet. "That's a good bitch." Bringing a hand behind Fleetfoot's head she scratched the pegasus behind her ear. Fleetfoot whimpered slightly at her touch, she couldn't deny that the touch was pleasurable. "I bet you want a treat." Lightning said as she reached for a pouch on her jean belt. What she pulled out got Fleetfoot's full attention.

In her hand was a round purplish-pink fruit. Fleetfoot closed her mouth and stared directly at it. Her body started to shake, every part of her being wanted her to eat it. Just the sight of the fruit made her pussy start dripping with fluids, knowing the desire that would fill her once she consumed it.

Lightning tosses the fruit up and down in her hand a few times, watching as the irises of her slave's eyes followed its every movement. "Do you want it? I bet you do. I bet you do!" She said in a demeaning tone. Fleetfoot didn't care. She just wanted her treat. Knowing that her mistress wanted a response she let out a bark. Lightning laughed and brought it close to Fleetfoot's mouth, only to pull it away as she went for it. "Not so fast. A few more tricks first. Let's do one I know you're good at. Beg."

Fleetfoot quickly got up on her hooves, staying in a crouching position, and curled up her arms in front of her. Lightning Dust gave her an annoyed look. "Come on, you can do better than that." Seeing that her performance was not enough she whimpered loudly and concentrated on wagging her tail. "That's better." Said Lightning after a few seconds. "One more trick." She tossed the fruit underhanded along the ground.

A spark of panic ran through Fleetfoot's mind as the object of her obsession rolled away from her. She was about to run after it, but as she tried to move she felt something gripping her collar. She didn't even have to look, she knew it was Lightning.

"Not so fast. I want you to go fetch it and bring it back. Don't you dare take a bite out of it." Said Lightning letting go of the collar. Fleetfoot drooped her ears and crawled over to the fruit. Placing her mouth around it as gently as she could she picked it up, biting into it slightly.

She headed her way back to her mistress, resisting her every urge to just devour the fruit on the spot. Each step was a trial, a test of her mental fortitude. "She said don't bite it." The pegasus thought. "But a little taste couldn't hurt." She pressed her tongue against the fuzzy outer skin of the fruit. Even the texture of it against her tongue drove her crazy.

It was like the rest of the world didn't exist, it was just her and the sweet object in her mouth. She wanted it, she needed it. It was like she was under some sort of spell and she could hold out no longer. She was about to give in, to let her teeth sink into the fruit, but she felt something touch her face. Coming back to reality she saw that she had run right into Lightning Dust's legs.

"Drop it." The pegasus said to Fleetfoot as she looked down at her. Fleetfoot made a loud sound of anguish. As strong as her addiction was she had to obey. She opened her mouth and let the fruit drop to the floor. The fruit bounced and rolled across the ground until it was stopped by Lightning placing her hoof on top of it. "All you mutts get it? Good, time for a little game."

Rolling the fruit around in circles with the bottom of her hoof Lightning addressed the other slaves. "The name of the game is 'Find your trainer'. As you all might have noticed there are some guests here with us today. There is one for each of you. On my mark you all will go as quickly as you can to any one of them you want, but once a trainer is taken you will have to head for another one. Break your character or make it to a trainer last and you get to be a pain bitch instead of just a regular bitch." Lightning Dust stopped moving her hoof, lifted her hand and put up three fingers. "On your marks." She put down her first finger. "Get set." She lowered a second finger. "GO!" She yelled as she stomped her hoof down, obliterating the fruit beneath it.

The group scattered on Lightning's signal, each pony heading for the wall closest to them. It was utter chaos as the slaves crawled as fast as possible to get a trainer that they thought would not treat them poorly. Some of them even resorted to knocking over or tripping their fellow slaves as they swooped in to get a pony trainer, knowing that the minotaurs would be the worst among the choices.

As the ponies ran to their trainers Fleetfoot stared with widened eyes and mouth agape at the ruined treat. "N-no!" She yelled as she dived to the pulped fruit. Lightning moved her hoof and allowed the pegasus to drive her muzzle in the mush and eat it.

"What am I going to do with you? You were doing so well, but you had to go and trip at the finish line. Now you are going to have to be punished." Said Lightning with an evil looking grin.

Fleetfoot ignored her mistress' words as she shoved the fragments of the sweet fruit into her mouth. Each piece was like a little taste of heaven. She wanted to take her time and savor it, but she knew that any moment lost could get her dragged away from the fruit. Once she finished greedily gulping down the solid parts she turned her attention to the juice on the ground. Pressing her snout to the floor she went to licking it up, abandoning any dignity she had to do so.

As Fleetfoot put on her pitiful display the others finished their task. It didn't take long for all the trainers to get a pony except the minotaur that was sitting alone at the far wall. The last trainer-less pony, an earth pony mare with blue fur and brown hair, realized that she had failed and headed to her fate, ears drooped down.

Now that everyone had a partner for the class Lightning spoke up again. "Trainers, you have your mutts. Have fun with them." The trainers took their "dogs" to different parts of the gym. Some of them started by making the ponies perform simple tricks like making them roll over or speak like dogs. Others had items like rubber balls that they made their designated pony fetch or plastic hoops for them to jump through. A couple even took theirs to the course and started having them go through it was as if they were performing at some sort of pet show.

Seeing that everyone else was doing fine Lightning Dust reached down for Fleetfoot's collar, pulling her away from what little of the fruit was left. "As for you.... let's get you set up for your date with the end of my whip."

Lightning dragged Fleetfoot past the obstacle course to another structure behind it. The structure was made of two wooden poles standing straight up from the floor, a long metal pole going between them. The blue earth pony mare was already there bent over the bar with her wrist shackles chained to a metal ring bolted to the floor, stretching her arms towards the floor, with the minotaur trainer standing behind her holding a whip of his own.

"Fleetfuck, get yourself over that bar." Said Lightning, pointing at the device. Getting to her hooves she obeyed and bent over the bar, facing the opposite direction of the other mare. She hung her arms over the pole and waited for her mistress to chain them down like the earth pony.

"You two failed to do as you were told. As your punishment, me and my bovine friend here are going to whip you 'till we get bored." She said looking over to the minotaur, who responded with a snort. "As we do I want you to think about how bad you two are and how you can do better in the future."

"Miss Dust, I'm sorry." Said the blue earth pony mare. "I tried my best, but the others kept knocking me over. Please don't whip me."

Lightning went in front of the mare and looked her in the eye. "What is your name slave?"

The mare gulped. "Berry Dre-Eeeemmm!" She screamed as the crack of a whip connecting with her flank filled the gymnasium. Fleetfoot watched as the minotaur arched his arm back again and could see where this was going. Even worse was that she could feel the effects of the passion fruit taking hold and her now aroused body was starting to make her masochistic desires arise from her subconscious. She unconsciously licked her lips, her body starting to want to the pain for itself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that? Could you repeat yourself?" Said Lightning, putting a hand to her ear.

Berry sobbed in pain, but tried to comply with the request. "Berry.... D...Dre-EEEMMM!" She let out as the whip once again went across her rump.

"I guess you can." Lightning laughed. "Well listen up Berry, there is no honor among you slaves. Any one of them will let you suffer if it means that they won't. You have no friends, no family, and until you realize that and do the same you will always be the one who feels the sting of the whip. Do I make myself clear?"

Berry hung her head. "Yes Miss Dust, I under-Aahhh!" The whip dug into her flesh a third time, this time causing the mare to lift her leg in reaction to the stinging sensation.

"Good, glad I could teach you something." Lightning said and walked a few feet away from the two bound mares. "Now for you Fleetfuck. You ready?"

Fleetfoot didn't respond, she knew that it was meaningless to speak. Closing her eyes she relaxed her body and focused on the moment, waiting for the inevitable searing pain that would enter her mind. Time seemed to slow down to a near crawl as her mind was in the midst of changing from that of her normal thoughts, to that of a passion fruit fueled, sex crazed beast.

She recognized the sound of the leather flying through the air, the pain was moments away. She felt the impact of it against her butt, milliseconds remained before she would feel it. She could almost keep track of the explosion of synapses as it sent a message of agony to her brain.

"OH FUCKING CELESTIA! THANK YOU!" She screamed to the heavens as the intense pain registered. Her knees threatened to buckle under the stimulation, her body becoming sensitive and was turning all she felt into pleasure. She took heavy breaths, chest heaving with each inhale. "More..... please mistress... mooooorrrrreeee!" She begged. Lightning was eager to oblige and sent another lash to her slave. "Yeeeesssss....." Fleetfoot moaned out. Her pussy was now simply flowing with female fluids, forming streams down her legs, and her wings stretched out wide.

"Wow Fleetfuck, every time I get a hold of you it seems that you become more and more of a pain slut." said Lightning as she started cracking the whip against her pet's rear rapidly. Each hit issued new cries of pleasure and admiration from the pegasus as she writhed and screamed. Red marks covered the pegasus' posterior and her wings flapped uncontrollably in happiness. For Fleetfoot it was like being simultaneously in heaven and hell. She wanted it to stop, yet she never wanted it to end.

Lightning brought her whip back one last time and aimed for the cruelest spot she could think of. Flying true to its destination it struck Fleetfoot directly on her slit. Fleetfoot's entire body tensed up, increasing her pain as she felt her muscles cramping up all over her body. She let out one final loud yell of mixed pain and pleasure as she violently spasmed, cumming harder than she ever had before.

"Not bad, not bad." Said Lightning as she approached her slave's limp form, now hanging over the bar. The earth pony next to her stared wide-eyed at the sight, half in terror and half in amazement. "What is wrong Berry? Do you wanna be able to cum like this whore?"

"No, no, please Celestia no." The mare replied, shaking her head and tugging against her bonds. Lighting looked to the minotaur and he gave her a nod before restarting his own assault on his helpless victim. "No!" Crack! "Stop!" Crack!! "Somepony help!" Crack!!! "ANYPONY! SAVE ME!"

Fleetfoot hung on the pole, her ears deaf to the pony pleading beside her. She was in bliss. Pure, mindless pleasure. If she could she would never leave this feeling. Her muscles screamed and her mind threatened to black out from the sensory overload, but at the back of her thoughts she could feel the beast reawakening. The unrelenting sexual desire that the fruit gave her, it always hungered for more.

"More....." She let out, still in a daze from her powerful orgasm. "I need more...." She wiggled her flank weakly. "Make me feel more... make me cum.... make me a whore...." Fleetfoot thought she heard someone reply to her, but it sounded too distant for her to understand. The feeling of a tongue slipping inside her dirty hole however spoke volumes. She let out a few squeals of joy and let herself go.

Later she would try to resist, put up the good fight, but right now she was Fleetfuck and she was happy right where she was.

Author's Note

Beginning of the Fleetfoot Arc. This story arc will show the life of a pony that has submitted to the society.

This chapter's guest background ponies are High Spirits and Berry Dreams