Fleetfoot stared dumbfounded at the crystal mare sitting across from her. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, but a quick look to her mistress confirmed that she wasn't just hearing things as she wore an expression of shock. The two put their hands on the desk in front of them in near unison and leaned in close.

"You're letting me go?!" Fleetfoot said in excitement.

"You're letting her go?!" Lightning Dust yelled in dismay.

The crystal unicorn didn't even look at the two pegasi, her gaze firmly planted in a book in her hands. "Did I not make myself clear?" Schorl said as she flipped a page with her finger.

Lightning Dust got out of her seat in outrage. "Schorl if this is about how I had her and that earth pony whipped during class yesterday after you told me to go easy on the slaves, I can explain. There is no reason for you to take my slave away!"

Schorl paused for a moment and then closed her novel, placing it on the desk. "Lightning, I never said anything about taking Fleetfoot away from you. I only said that she was being sent to Canterlot to rejoin the Wonderbolts."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Lightning Dust said confused.

"You are one of our best trainers." Said Schorl. "You might push the slaves a little hard for my taste, but I cannot deny the overall results. As long as they can serve I don't care if you have your fun with a mare or two."

Schorl got up and went face to face with the pegasus. "That being said Fleetfoot has been here for three months now. I wouldn't mind keeping her if she needed further training, but she has undergone the crystal heart ritual and I am sure by now they are looking for her. We don't need a bunch of guards breathing down our necks."

"Three months..." Fleetfoot thought to herself. It was hard for her to believe that amount of time had passed since she was captured by the society. It seemed like such a short time compared to how long it had felt to her. It also added a bit of shame to the pegasus, she would have hoped she had lasted longer.

Lightning Dust was still a little indignant over the idea. "Then why is it that I'm the only one who has to let their pet leave the club?"

"You aren't." Replied the crystal pony. "I make all the members take their tamed slaves into the general public to allow their friends and family not to worry about them. This is even more important when one has such a high profile slave such as yourself."

"Excuse me, but if you send me out there where am I suppose to get my fruit?" Fleetfoot interjected."I don't think I could last long without it."

"Don't worry. I am aware of your condition and have prepared a small supply for you to take on your trip, as well as someone to give you more once you are in Canterlot. That is... unless you decide to act up." Said Schorl.

"Act up?" Asked Fleetfoot.

"Yes, just because you're being released it doesn't mean you are not still a slave of the society." Said Schorl. "You will be given responsibilities while in Canterlot. Failing them means that your supply of fruit will be cut off, as well as further punishments. Never think that you're free from your new life."

"And what about me?" Said Lightning. "Am I going with her?"

"No, you still have duties here. She'll be assigned a temporary handler while in Canterlot." Taking a piece of paper and a pen Schorl quickly jotted something down and handed it to Lightning Dust. "Now take her to the room number I wrote to get her dressed and supplied with what she needs. After that tell her these instructions." Schorl grabbed a pamphlet on her desk from a stack, handing it to the pegasus as well. "As the owner of her heart she will have to obey you. Once done take her to the train station and send her on her way."

Lightning didn't like it, but she couldn't refuse the crystal mare's orders. "Come on FleetFuck. Let's get this over with."

Fleetfoot got out of her seat and followed her mistress to the exit.

"Oh and Fleetfoot...." Schorl said, smiling as the pegasus was about the leave the room. "Enjoy your vacation." With that Fleetfoot and Lightning left.

Hours later Fleetfoot found herself on a train heading for Canterlot. It was odd for her being back in public to say the least. Watching other ponies sitting in their seats, talking and laughing with each other, completely unaware of the terrible things happening around them. For her this was the first taste of freedom she had for a while, but for them it was another day. They took everything for granted and it frustrated the pegasus to see the smiles on their faces.

She tried to focus on something else so she took another look at the clothing the society provided her. She was wearing a simple outfit consisting of a pair of blue jeans with a white t-shirt, both felt like they were a size too small and hugged her body tightly. She found the clothes restricting, having been naked for so long. She was happy to have her wing binders off though, it was nice to move them without the added weight.

Fleetfoot spotted Canterlot outside her window as the train approached it. Her thoughts drifted and the images of her team entered her mind. "How am I gonna be able to face them." She whispered to herself as she leaned back and looked out the window. "Spitfire is going to have my ass.... I wouldn't be surprised if I got kicked off the team. I guess if that happens I would just get sent back to the society." Upset at the idea of just being sent back to the club Fleetfoot put her face into her hands and waited for the train to stop.

It didn't take much longer for the train to stop and allow Fleetfoot to get off. Taking a duffle bag of supplies she got from the society with her she decided that the best place to go would be the racetrack, as that would be the place the other Wonderbolts would be if they were in Canterlot. Before she got too far though she a familiar voice reached her ears.

"Fleetfoot! There you are!" Whipping her head around to find the source of the voice, landing her eyes on a light blue pegasus stallion.

"Soarin!" Fleetfoot was elated at the sight of her teammate, running over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She never thought that she would be so happy just seeing his face.

"Woah!" Soarin yelled as she practically slammed into him. "I am glad to see you too." He put his hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed her back a bit. "What happened!? You just vanished a while back without telling anyone. Spitfire was beginning to worry and had us look everywhere for you. She even said she was going to call in some ponies to help the search."

Fleetfoot gave Soarin a sheepish look. "Right, sorry about that. I'll explain everything, but first let's get to the others. It will just be easier if I tell everyone all at once."

"Well ok, but we better be quick about it. The sooner Spitfire knows you are back the better." Soarin said as he escorted Fleetfoot out of the station. "You know, it would be much faster if we fly there. Wanna race?"

"Right, fly..... of course." Said Fleetfoot, not sure if she could anymore. She had the wing binds on her for so long and even with her mistress' strict training she was unable to ever get off the ground with them on. She felt like she might have forgotten how to fly all together.

"Is something wrong?" Soarin asked with concern.

"No, its nothing. Let's go." She replied, not wanting to act suspicious.

The two pegasi stood side by side and got into a starting position, crouching slightly and spreading their wings wide open. "On your mark." Soarin said loudly, getting notice of the ponies around them. "Get set!" The two flapped their wings once in preparation. "GO!" The two launched themselves into the air and started to flap their wings as fast as they could.

Fleetfoot had her eyes clenched tightly. She didn't want to watch if she failed to take off, the embarrassment would be too much. It took her a second to notice the wind passing by her face; she was flying. She was relieved, at least she was not grounded. She opened her eyes to see how far behind she must have been to Soarin.

First she looked to her sides to see if she was anywhere close to him, but he was nowhere to be found. "He must be ahead." She thought looking in front of her, but still she could not see him. "Wait.... he couldn't have gotten that far." She quickly looked behind her and was surprised to she Soarin there, getting farther away by the second. Looking down to the city beneath her she finally noticed why.

She was going fast. Faster than she could remember herself going in the past, even with the extra weight on the bag she was holding. She couldn't believe it as the buildings and ponies below simply zipped by her line of vision. "Perhaps that wing training with Lightning Dust did do some good." She said and pushed herself to go even faster as she was filled with a new determination. Before she knew it she was landing at the outside steps of the racetrack. She was gasping for breath, but Soarin was nowhere in sight. Propping herself against a wall she couldn't help but laugh at her triumph.

A few seconds later Soarin landed next to Fleetfoot, gasping for air harder than she was. "The heck was that?!" He panted out. "I didn't think you would take a friendly race so seriously." He bent over and placed his hands on his knees. "I haven't seen anyone go that fast since Rainbow Dash at the Equestria Games qualifiers."

Fleetfoot stopped laughing once his words hit her ears. "The.... qualifiers...." She put her hand to her face and shook her head. "Oh Celestia, I missed them."

"Yeah, actually we were going to start the search for you sooner but we had to go make sure Cloudsdale would be in the Equestria Games. We just got back today ourselves." Said Soarin. "That's why I was at the station."

Fleetfoot sighed. "Who did you get to replace me..."

"We brought Surprise. She was the next best choice." Soarin replied.

"That makes sense." Fleetfoot looked to the entrance of the race arena. "Might as well go face the music." With that she and Soarin walked inside and to the tracks.

They found their way to the track easily, they had been there plenty of times after all. What Fleetfoot saw waiting for her made her freeze on spot. There standing next to Spitfire and Surprise where two Alicorns, Princess Twilight and Princess Celestia themselves.

"What are they doing here?!" She asked Soarin in a quieted panic.

"Like I said before, Spitfire was getting help to find you." He said as he took her hand in his and lead her to the group.

As they approached the two were spotted by the group. "Fleetfoot!" The group said in near unison as all but Celestia ran over, crowding around the now nervous pegasus mare as they bombarded her with questions.

"Wait!" Fleetfoot yelled over the other ponies. "Give me a moment and I will explain everything."

"Explain?" Spitfire said with a concerned look on her face. "We looked everywhere for you! We thought that something terrible had happened. Where have you been?!"

"Now, now Spitfire." Said a voice that was filled with elegance and regality. Everyone knew to go quiet as Princess Celestia approached. "I am sure Fleetfoot has a reasonable explanation for being away so long. Please tell us what happened."

Fleetfoot gulped. She wanted to tell the truth, to try to end this problem here and now, but even as she thought of it the image of Lightning Dust flashed in her mind.

"Rule one Fleetfuck, don't tell anyone about the society. Not about its members, not about the slaves, not about the location of the club. Unless it is to another member, discussion about this is off-limits."

Lightning's voice echoed in her mind, preventing her from even considering telling the truth. She had to tell them something though. Thinking back to something Schorl said earlier she braced herself and gave her excuse.

"I.... went on vacation." She said as she tried to avert her eyes.

"You went.... on vacation?" Said Spitfire, her concern turning to irritation.

"Umm.... yes." Fleetfoot replied with a sheepish smile.

The crowd groaned at Fleetfoot's answer. "How could you be so irresponsible?!" Spitfire yelled. "We thought that you were trapped somewhere or kidnapped or worse!"

As Fleetfoot looked to each of her team members and they seemed to share Spitfire's anger. "Look, I'm sorry. I got a bit stressed, decided to go relax out of town and stayed longer than I intended. I thought I would be back before the qualifiers."

Fleetfoot bit her lip and held back a few tears. She hated lying to her friends, but she had no other choice. "It's my fault and I will take any punishment that you want to give me."

"Personally I'm just glad you're safe." Said Twilight as she cut into the conversation. "All things considering this could have been worse."

"Yeah, but-" Spitfire started before getting cut off by Twilight.

"Spitfire, don't you think that after what you and Surprise did to Soarin in Rainbow Falls that you should give Fleetfoot another chance?" Twilight said giving the pegasus a stern look.

Spitfire rolled her eyes. "Fine, you're right princess." She said and then turned to Fleetfoot. "Go home, get some rest and then meet us back here tomorrow. I won't kick you off the team, but you're gonna be run through the ringer."

Fleetfoot smiled, she was glad she was not off the team at least. For her to no longer be a Wonderbolt would have been the greatest loss since this ordeal started. Even more than the humiliation she suffered by being raped, tortured, forced into an addiction and treated like an animal. Being a Wonderbolt was the last thing she felt she had left.

"Well then, since this problem has been solved I think that Princess Twilight and I will take our leave." Said Celestia, happy to see the situation resolved. "Fleetfoot, might we walk out with you?"

"Of course princess." Said the pegasus.

As the three ponies headed outside the arena Spitfire called. "Be here bright and early Fleetfoot or I'll make you do laps till sundown."

Fleetfoot chuckled. She knew Spitfire was serious, but the idea of doing laps was tame by comparison of what she went through at the society.

As the pegasus and the two alicorns made their way to the exit Celestia decided to speak up. "Fleetfoot, are you sure there is not something you aren't telling us?"

Fleetfoot froze. "What are you talking about, why would I lie to you or my team."

"Well I was just wondering about those marks on your wrists." Celestia said pointing to the small imprints of shackles that had formed in her skin. Fleetfoot hadn't even noticed them before, but seeing them now she quickly tried to cover them.

Twilight rushed over the Fleetfoot and looked at the marks. "Oh my.... how did these get here? Did someone hurt you?"

"Damn it, of course the princess would notice something like that." Thought Fleetfoot. She had to come up with another excuse quick and this time one that the princess would believe. "Well..... it is kind of embarrassing. It is not like I was lying, I did go on vacation to work some stress off. Just not in the way you might think." Fleetfoot let out a nervous chuckle, she wasn't sure if the two alicorns bought that.

Celestia gave Fleetfoot the kind, understanding look that she normally gave her subjects when speaking with them. "Can you please tell us, otherwise Princess Twilight and I are just going to worry about you."

"Ok... but please don't laugh." Fleetfoot set down her duffle bag and opened it. Reaching inside she pulled out a set of leather cuffs and a collar. "I'm kind of.... into S&M Princess. While I was out I found myself a partner to help me fulfill some of my desires."

"S&M?" Twilight asked with a puzzled expression, not knowing the term.

Celestia walked over and crouched down next to Fleetfoot. "I assumed that could be the case. I understand that some ponies like that kind of play with each other, but you can't let that detract from your responsibilities."

"I know Princess. I am sorry. It won't happen again." Said Fleetfoot, putting the items back in the bag.

"And please try to use a little moderation from now on. I would hate it if you hurt yourself." Said Celestia. Fleetfoot nodded in return, though she knew that it was not up to her how far those that used her would go. After all, there was no such thing as a safe word in the society.

Twilight looked on with confusion. "Princess Celestia, what are you two talking about?"

Celestia smiled to her fellow princess. "Don't worry Twilight, once we get to the palace I will explain."

Once the three ponies made it outside the arena walls they parted ways, Twilight and Celestia heading for the palace while Fleetfoot decided to go get something to eat. It had been three months since she had a real meal or at least one that wasn't spiked with passion fruit.

She went to a restaurant she knew of near the racetrack and ordered herself a fruit salad, a lettuce leaf sandwich and a wheat grass smoothie. Biting into her sandwich and taking a sip of the smoothie she had to hold back her near orgasmic sounds of delight. They tasted amazing, much more than she remembered. It was amazing how much three months away from simple pleasures could do for a pony. It took a good amount of her will not to scarf down the two because of how great they tasted on her tongue.

The salad was another matter though. For some reason the apples, oranges and banana did not sate her appetite at all. Compared to the sweet taste of the passion fruit they just seemed bland. She ended up forcing herself to eat it anyways, knowing she would need the vitamins and potassium they would give. As she finished she noticed the waitress coming back to her table, most likely to give her the receipt.

She reached in her jean pockets and pulled out a few bits that she was given as "allowance" by the society. It wasn't much, but it would cover the meal. She prepared to hand it to the waitress, but as the mare came to her she refused to take it.

"There was a gentlecolt that already paid for your meal." Said the waitress.

Fleetfoot was actually used to this happening. There were plenty of times where a fan or stallion would pay for her meal just so they could talk to her in return, probably try to get a date if it was the later. "Who paid for it?" The pegasus asked.

"They left and asked me not to say, but they did want me to give you this." The waitress said handing over an envelope. Fleetfoot opened it quickly and read it, the first two words being enough to tell her where it came from.

"Dear Fleetfuck" It started. "I am sure that you were informed about me. Come to 5108 Coltenvale Drive at around sunset. Wait in front of the gate until you see a signal and follow it. Don't be late, make sure to bring this with you and no flying."

Aside from the address the letter was vague, not naming anyone or the reason she was going. It was probably just incase she was stupid and lost it or someone read it without her knowledge. She folded up the letter and put both it and the envelope in her bag. She had wanted to fly back to Cloudsdale and rest for tomorrow, but now she would have to stay in town and wait. Letting out a small groan she took a walk until it was time.

As the sun started to set she found herself walking down Coltenvale Drive, seeing that it was actually a residential area for the higher class ponies in Canterlot. It made sense, since most of the members were part of high society. She found the address that the letter spoke of, a large mansion with a large brick wall around it. As the letter instructed she waited at its gate, keeping on the look out for any kind of sign.

She stood there for some time, watching as the sun set on the horizon. Just as the sun was about to vanish out of sight the moon started to poke its self up. It was at this moment that a flash of red light hit Fleetfoot's eye. She covered her eye in reflex, the light bothering her slightly, and looked for its source. While she couldn't track the light she noticed a red dot on the ground near her. Watching it for a moment it started to move back and forth in a direction. It was obvious that this was the signal and it looked like it wanted her to follow it. Taking a deep breath she obliged.

Walking just a small distance away from the place she was told to go in the letter she found herself heading to the gates of another mansion. As she approached the gate opened for her, not delaying her stride for even a moment as she followed her little red guide up the cement path to the manor's double doors. Once she got close enough the light vanished and the doors opened as well, making it clear that this was the right place.

Stepping through those doors immediately gave her a strange feeling, as if stepping into another dimension, as she looked at her surroundings. It was not the main hall of the manor itself that gave her this strange sensation, but the ponies that were lined up in rows on either side of her.

To her left was a row of assorted unicorn, pegasi and earth pony mares dressed in maid uniforms. The outfits were made of a shining rubber material, the area around the chest cut out to reveal each of their breasts as well as the front part of their skirts to show that not only were they wearing nothing underneath, but that they each had a phallus shoved deeply inside of them.

On the other side was a row of stallions, all of which wearing normal butler attire save for the parts of their pants that covered their crotches and flanks that were removed to show their private areas. Further inspection of the stallions allowed Fleetfoot to see that they each had a leather ring tightly wrapped around the base of their shafts, keeping them fully erect, along with anal plugs in their sphincters.

All of the ponies wore matching collars around their necks and an assortment of gags ranging from bit gags to ball gags to simple straps around their muzzles. The unicorns all had all anti-magic rings around their horns and the pegasi had straps around their wings so that they couldn't open them. Despite all this the ponies didn't seem embarrassed as they stood in attention. They even seemed a bit dignified in their own way.

"Ah, Miss Fleetfoot. I am so glad you could come." She heard a stallion say from above her. Looking up she saw two unicorns, a stallion and a mare, walking along a mezzanine to a set of stairs at the end of the main hall. "Sorry that you have to come at such a late hour, but this is the only time that we can assure that our benevolent rulers are occupied with other matters."

Once the two pure white unicorns had descended the staircase they walked in between the rows of servants, each one bowing slightly as they passed, and right up to Fleetfoot. "My, you are even more stunning in person. My congratulations to the pony who captured you."

Fleetfoot recognized this pony, there were few in Canterlot who wouldn't. "You're Fancy Pants." She said. "What is somepony like you doing with the society?"

Fancy Pants gave a slight smirk and gestured to the two ponies closest to the doors. They quickly went to close them, locking the doors once they were shut. "My dear, we have never met and you ask such a brash question." Said Fancy Pants. "No matter, I will gladly give you an answer. It's quite simple really. Me and my wife here just adore attractive, submissive ponies. So one day we were confronted by a recruiter and joined with the society at the prospects of having ponies trained to become submissives to amuse us."

Fleetfoot really didn't know what she expected him to say. She guessed she just hoped that such an esteemed pony, one who had direct relations with Princess Celestia herself, would not of given in to such a temptation or even had such a fetish.

"Now how about we have the servants take your bag and get you ready for our conversation." Said Fleur.

"An excellent idea." Added Fancy Pants, snapping his fingers.

At the click of the fingers the servant ponies broke their lines and beset Fleetfoot. "Wait! What is going on?!" She said backing up to the door, only to find herself grabbed by the arms by two of the ponies.

"I'm sorry, but I was given explicit instructions to make sure you know your place while we speak. You will be stripped of your clothing and then properly dressed in the attire you brought with you in your bag." Replied Fancy Pants.

"Attire?" Thinking about it for a moment she remembered that her bag was halfway filled with bondage devices and sex toys. She knew what was going to happen and that she had no choice in the matter.

The servants quickly and efficiently removed every article of clothing from the pegasus' body. Fleetfoot felt like she should feel humiliated being stripped unceremoniously in front of so many ponies, but she had become disturbingly used to being naked in front of others.

Next she watched as the ponies opened her duffle bag, pulling out several items from it. They once again surrounded her with the same unreal coordination as before and begun to go to task putting them on, or inside, her body. She watched silently as three of the maids put a leather body harness composed of belts around her torso, making sure to buckle each of the belts tightly around her form. As that was going on she allowed two of the butlers to attach a bridle on her head, opening mouth so she could take in the bit.

Her silence was finally broken in a yelp as she felt something press in between the cheeks of her flank. Looking back she watched as one of the maids spread her ass as a stallion pushed a string of beads inside. Distracted by the beads being pushed inside her butt one by one she was once again caught off guard, gasping loudly as another mare thrust a phallus deep into her pussy. The initial penetration wasn't too bad, but then the mare flipped a switch at the bottom of the object, causing it to start vibrating.

In response Fleetfoot's legs buckled at the sudden sensation as the thick rod hummed inside her body. The ponies around her caught the pegasus though and simply continued their work by cuffing her hands behind her back, attaching the chain of the cuffs to a clip on the body harness that was just above her tail, and running one last strap from the harness between her legs. The last strap covered both her butt hole and her slit, making it so the items inside her would stay there. With the final addition of her collar the ensemble was complete.

One of the stallions handed off a set of reigns attached to Fleetfoot's bridle to Fancy Pants. "Thank you." He said politely. "You all may return to your duties. We will call if we need you." The group bowed and left, going off in different directions. "Such loyal servants. Society training at its finest. Now come along Fleetfoot, we have much to talk about." With a tug of the reigns Fleetfoot moved her hooves so she could be guided by Fancy Pants, Fleur following behind the pegasus.

"Now I am sure you are wondering why you are even here tonight." Said Fancy Pants as he led Fleetfoot through his manor. "I assure you it is not simply to lead you around by your mouth."

Fleetfoot was hardly listening, too distracted by the buzzing between her legs. She had to focus just to stay standing. Worst of all she knew that the vibrator wasn't going to be enough to make her cum, only to get her riled up. It was only when she felt a slight sting hit her flank that she snapped out of her thought.

"Pay attention slave. You are being spoken to." Fleur said, smacking the pegasus with a switch she picked up along the way. "Also pick up your legs. I want to see those knees up high." Fleetfoot did her best to comply, bringing her knees up above her waist as she tried to keep up with Fancy Pants' steady stride. "That's it. Back straight, chest out, eyes forward, wings spread. You are someone's property, present yourself with some pride." Fleetfoot didn't see what there was to be proud about, but she didn't want to get swatted again so she obeyed the best she could.

"Thank you my dear." Said Fancy Pants as he continued. "As I was saying I am the one who will be supplying you with your weekly allotments of passion fruit. Three a week as prescribed by Lady Tourmaline. This, of course, will stop if you do not obey completely to the orders I give you."

Fleetfoot felt the switch hit her flank once more. "You're slouching." Said Fleur. The pegasus corrected herself, straightening her back.

"I will also be giving you assignments and will be the one that you will check in with to confirm your progress in said assignments." Said Fancy Pants, ignoring Fleetfoot's cry of pain. "And if you do well I have been authorized to reward you as I see fit."

Fancy Pants opened a door and lead Fleetfoot into a large ballroom. Looking around Fleetfoot saw that all the windows were covered with curtains and that the only thing in the room was a single folding chair. Fancy Pants made his way to the chair and took a seat. "Fleetfoot, on your knees please."

The pegasus obeyed, getting on her knees before the unicorn who still had a firm grip on her reins. As she did though Fleur got down right behind her and groped the pegasus' small breasts.

"Tonight Fleur and I will be using you. Not for our own sexual gratification, but simply for our amusement as we tease your body. It will allow me to see how willing you are to obey and how far we will have to go till you can start your first job for the society." Said Fancy Pants.

"Oh honey, can't we at least show her the first target?" Said Fleur, rubbing Fleetfoot's mounds. "The sooner she knows the sooner I can get my new stallion. She seems obedient enough."

Fancy Pants smiled. "If that is what you wish my love I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

Fleur smiled back and twisted one of Fleetfoot's nipples, forcing her to scream against her bit. "Settle down slave, this is just a taste of what you will feel tonight."

Fancy Pants reached inside of his lapel and pulled out a photograph. "You see, recently I acquired a mare to add to my collection. You might have met her during your time at the club, goes by the name Octavia."

"Honey..." Fleur said, giving her husband an annoyed look.

"Ah, yes. That is doesn't concern her. The point of the matter is that to be fair we are also going to add another stallion to my wife's collection. That is where you come in, since you know the stallion in question." Fancy Pants put the photo in front of Fleetfoot's face. She couldn't believe who she saw.

"Soarin..." She thought as she looked at the picture of her teammate. She was unable to dwell long on it though as Fleur slipped her fingers under the strap covering her pussy so she could rub her clit.

Seeing that Fleetfoot was too distracted to focus on the image Fancy Pants put it away and watched as his wife sexually assaulted the pegasus mare. It always filled him with delight when she played with the slaves, making them cum at her touches or keeping them on edge for hours on end. Seeing how she was teasing the bound mare he knew Fleur wouldn't give her release anytime soon and the night was still young.

Author's Note

For those who might be wondering about the story timeline Fleetfoot's arc takes place between "Lights in the Darkness" and "Heart of Stone".