Equestria Trainers' Society

by Schorl Tourmaline

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Coco Pommel, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Octavia, Sex, Wonderbolts, DJ P0N-3
Length: 141959

In Equestria lies a secret society of super elite who find sport in kidnapping, imprisoning and taming unsuspecting ponies into submissive sex slaves.

In Equestria lies a secret society of super elite who find sport in kidnapping, imprisoning and taming unsuspecting ponies into submissive sex slaves. In an anthology of enslavement and torment, starting with the recruitment of Suri Polomare and going onto the enslavement of Coco Pommel. Join in this story and see if she and many other poor ponies can escape the clutches of the evil crystal pony, Schorl Tourmaline.

Warning! This fanfic contains themes of Rape, Humiliation, BDSM, Torture and Submission as well as OC characters including one that is the writer's ponisona. Do not read if you don't like any of these

This is part of an ongoing tale, so to get the full story you may wish to read all of stories in the series. Here are all the stories so far in order of publishing:

Equestria Trainers' Society
Equestria Trainers' Society: Appraisal
Equestria Trainer's Society: Recruitment

Published 2014-01-14 23:00:12 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-07 03:13:53 UTC

Coco Pops

The sound of applause filled the packed theater hall, echoing off the walls in a symphony of loud claps. The audience was up in standing ovation for the actors on stage as the curtain came down. It was the last performance of Hinny of the Hills for the year and among the crowd was Coco Pommel, happily clapping along with the rest of the ponies that had come to watch the musical performed.

It had been just under a month since Coco had quit from Suri's employment and she hadn't felt so happy for a long time. Not only had her life become less stressful but without Suri breathing down her neck all the time her work had greatly improved. She had even finished all the new dresses for the next musical and she was given a front row seat to the last performance of one of the hottest new shows for her hard work.

"This night is simply perfect." She thought to herself. "Absolutely nothing could ruin it."

As the theater hall lights came on the audience filled the isles as they headed to the exits, all of them except for Coco who went to one of the doors leading to the backstage area. She wanted to thank the costume designer of the musical once more for allowing her to replace Rarity as his new dress-maker and for the free ticket to the show. Coco walked through the set props and past the actors heading to the costume storage room. As she did many actors waved at her and she waved back with a smile. She had gotten to know so many great ponies who had been so nice to her.

Making to the costume room she opened the door slightly. Taking a peek she saw that the costume designer, a brown unicorn by the name of Silk Style, was inside. She was about to go in but she then spotted a red stallion in a business suit and tie, and a blue pegasus mare, who was in business casual and wearing a skirt that hardly came down to her knees.

Not wanting to disrupt the conversation she closed the door, but her curiosity got the better of her and she left it open a crack so she could see the red stallion. "Look, I don't care about your concerns." the red stallion said with a stern tone. "Remember it is us who know what is best, not you."

"But she..." The unicorn replied.

The stallion shook his head. "It doesn't matter. This is how it will go unless you want to have Miss Finish hear about your behavior."

Coco pressed her ear up against the crack to listen in better and as she did the door suddenly flew open. Coco, not expecting the door to move, lost her balance and she stumbled into the room. "Sir, we seem to have company." Said the blue pegasus, who was standing next to Coco holding the door open.

"Ah, thank you Silver Tail." The red stallion said as he came over to Coco. Silver Tail closed the door behind her and the stallion extended his hand before saying. "I am Golden Locks, CEO of Manehattan Manes Magazine."

Coco, without even thinking, put her hand into his. "I'm... uh... I am-" She was finding it hard to find the words as she looked up at the stallion. Coco was always a bit small compared to other ponies, but she hadn't noticed the stallion's size till he was right in front of her. He was towering about a foot taller than her, her head measuring up to his shoulders. "He must be a clydesdale." She thought in her embarrassment.

Golden turned her hand and brought his head down to kiss it. "You are Coco Pommel." He said to the Coco's shock.

"You know who I am?" Said Coco as she took her hand back, blushing a deep red.

"Why of course." He said and gestured to a rack of costumes. "Silk Style here showed me all the lovely costumes you have made and I agreed with him that they were spectacular. In fact I was wondering if you would want a job opportunity at the magazine. We have been looking for a new clothing designer and perhaps you are the fresh mind that we need."

"Work at Manehattan Manes?" Coco said and then added. "But I'm working here at the theater right now. I can't just abandon it."

Silk Style rubbed one arm with his hand, a slightly discouraged look on his face, and said. "Well you have actually finished all the costumes that I was going to have Rarity do. If you want you can go work for Golden." He gives a half-hearted smile. "At least until we really need you again."

Coco's mind was filled with thoughts and questions. "But don't you want someone more experienced?" She said.

"Everyone has to start somewhere and I believe you have what it takes Miss Pommel." Golden replied.

"But I don't have any designs ready." Coco said, realizing that so far in her career she has just done what Rarity and Suri had told her to do.

"Well we have enough outfits to last for a while. This is simply so we can have a steady flow of fresh ideas. You will have plenty of time." Golden replied again. "Besides I bet you have made many dresses before. I also bet you were the one who made that dress you are wearing now."

Coco looked at her dress. She had indeed made the dress for the occasion. It was a simple dress, a white button up blouse with a skirt that went past her knees and had vertical stripes that matched her hair colors. "Well yes, but-" Coco tried to give another excuse, but this time Golden put a finger to her lips.

"No matter what you say I'm going to say that I think you are ready for this and I am not going to take no for an answer." Said Golden. Coco looked over to the brown unicorn, looking for an answer, and he gave her a nod in return.

Coco closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking Golden in the eyes. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Perfect. Then how about we go to my office and talk about your future responsibilities." Said Golden as he went around Coco and opened the door Silver Tail was standing next to.

"Now? But it is awfully late in the evening." said Coco.

Golden patted her shoulder to assure her. "My office is just a few blocks away and it will be better to explain your new role sooner so you can start right away. That is unless you had other plans tonight?" Coco shook her head, the only plans she had tonight was the musical. "Well then I don't see the problem. Just come with me, we can celebrate your new job as soon as we get to my office." Golden said walking out into the backstage area, Silver Tail following close behind.

"I'll be right there!" Coco yelled before looking to Silk Style and bowed her head. "Thank you." She said and ran right after Golden and Silver to catch up. As she left the room the brown unicorn took a seat and put his hands over his eyes, knowing well what he had just let happen.

A few minutes later Coco found herself in front of Manehattan Manes HQ. The building was about seven stories high and as far as she could see there were no lights on in any of the windows except in the lobby. "Is anypony in there?" Coco asked curiously as she watched Golden Locks open the front doors.

"No, everypony else went home about an hour ago." Golden said holding the door open for the two mares. Silver Tail entered and Coco followed in. As Golden entered he locked the door behind him and headed for a door in the main lobby that was next to an elevator. "Sorry, but they turn off the elevator when the building closes, we're going to have to take the stairs." Said the stallion and he went on ahead, turning on the stairway lights.

Soon the three ponies were climbing the steps. Golden and Silver Tail seemed to be doing fine as they went up them with ease, but Coco was finding it hard to keep up, panting and taking small rests along the way. "Just how... far up.... is the office." She said looking towards Silver, who was a floor above her. As she did though she was caught by surprise as she accidentally looking up Silver Tail's skirt.

Normally this would only make her turn away in embarrassment, but Coco noticed that the pegasus wasn't wearing anything underneath. She had a full view of the mare's rump, which made Coco's entire face turn red. "It is not too much further." Silver said as she leaned over the stair railing to look at Coco, spreading her legs ever so slightly so Coco could see her vagina.

It was a bit too much for the mare and Coco averted her gaze back to the stairs. "Ok, you go on ahead. I'll catch up." She said.

"Are you ok?" Asked Silver Tail.

"Yes, I-I just need to catch my breath." Coco replied. She waited and listened to Silver's hoof steps for a few moments before steeling her nerves and continuing to go up the steps, keeping her eyes on them at all times.

Shortly after the three made it to the top floor and to Golden's office. Golden clicked on the lights and entered the room. "Sorry about that Miss Pommel. I should have been more considerate about the stairs. A gentlecolt would have carried you up." He said as he went behind his desk and closed the blinds.

"No.... it's fine..." Coco said now exhausted from the climb. "I just... need to.... sit down...." She huffed out and headed for a wooden chair in front of the desk.

"Well then at least let me offer you a drink." Said Golden.

"Oh... that would be lovely." Said Coco. Taking a seat in the chair as she looked around in the office. It was a nice office and aside from the desk there was a bookshelf behind his desk with several thick books on it and several framed pictures of blown up magazine covers on the wall. Looking over them she noticed that on one of them was Silver Tail. "Silver Tail, you were a model?" Coco asked curiously.

Silver Tail, who was busy making drinks over at a table on the side of the room, looked to Coco. "Yes, I was at one point." She said in a meek tone. "but then I was offered a job here as a personal assistant by ma... Mr. Locks." Silver picked up three glasses in her hands, two in her left and one in her right. Taking them over to the desk she set the two in her right hand on it and handed Coco the remaining one.

"Thank you." Said Coco and she took a sip. The drink had a fruity flavor that Coco had never tasted before. It was sweet and delicious, so much so that Coco quickly took another sip. "Mmmm, this is pretty good. What is it?"

Golden sat down at the desk across from Coco. "It is just juice from a fruit called a 'passion fruit'." Golden glanced over to Silver, giving her a nod. Silver then grabbed her glass and downed it quickly.

Coco drunk down more and looked at the glass, seeing that it was still half full. "Passion fruit? I have never heard of that."

"Well it would be hard for you to." Golden replied. "The passion fruit is only grown on a far away island called Minopolis."

"Minopolis?" Coco said as she took another drink.

"Yes, it is run by a tribe of minotaurs native to the island. I have never been there but I hear it is nice." The red stallion took his glass and looked at the purplish-pink liquid inside.

Coco finished her drink. "So why did you quit modeling to become an assistant Silver?" Silver Tail didn't respond. She was holding herself up with her arms against the desk and had her eyes closed as she panted lightly to herself. "Are you ok?" Coco said with concern.

Golden Locks chuckled and leaned forward on his arm, resting his head in his hand. "She is fine, but to answer your question she quit modeling because of me." he said in a sinister tone

Coco felt a sudden unease fill her, not only from Golden's sudden change in tone but also from a warm feeling that was growing inside her. "What do you mean?"

"I gave her an offer she couldn't turn down. See me and Silver Tail didn't always see eye to eye." He said taking an object out of his jacket pocket. Coco only caught a glimpse of it, seeing it was some sort of crystal, before he put it back. "One night though I got a hold of her, one thing lead to another and she now enjoys spending her nights servicing me with her body."

Silver Tail cried out loud, getting Coco's attention. Somehow without Coco noticing the pegasus had unbuttoned her shirt and lifted her skirt up to reveal her breasts and dripping sex. Silver had already had her fingers from one of her hands deep inside of herself and another hand groping on one of her breasts, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted and moaned aloud, moving her fingers along her wet vaginal walls. The sight of the pegasus in a near animalistic act of pleasure in front of her was so surreal for Coco that she couldn't take her eyes off of Silver Tail, a stunned expression across her face.

Only the sound of a belt being removed from a pair of dress pants snapped Coco back to reality. "Before you try to leave let me tell you that the passion fruit has a lovely effect on those that eat it or drink its juice." Golden Locks said as he tossed a leather belt that he had worn the table and started to undo his tie. "It excites the body and causes the sexual organs to become very sensitive. You might be feeling warm inside, maybe a little wet between your legs." The red stallion picked up his still full glass and put it in front of Coco. "Can I offer you another drink?"

Coco, now filled with fear at the realization of what the stallion had done, she tried to force herself to run from the room and managed to get out of her seat. She tried to turn towards the door but her legs suddenly gave out and she hit the floor, knocking over her seat as she did. "No! Leave me alone! Help! Help!" She cried out in vain, hoping that anyone would hear her.

Golden got up out of his seat and grabbed the belt once more. "Sorry about that, I forgot to mention that those not used to the fruit tend to have trouble walking the first few times. All that desire building in your crotch and all." As he walked towards her he put the end of his belt into its loop. "Lets relieve some of that, shall we?" Coco tried her best to crawl away in her panic, but soon found the belt noosed around her neck. "Come now, none of that." Golden firmly held the end of belt and walked back to the desk.

Coco tried to put her fingers into the loop around her neck as it choked her. Kicking against the floor the best she could in her state. Her screams were stifled to croaks and coughs as rivers of tears poured from her eyes. She was finally able to take a breath as they made it to the desk, but her relief was short-lived as the stallion pulled straight up, lifting her up from her sitting position.

"Please! Stop!" Coco managed to cough out as Golden started walking back around the desk, pulling Coco across it as he did. "Have mercy!" She flailed around and knocked over the glass on the table, the juice inside spilling all over the desk top and her dress, staining it in the purplish-pink color. Coco, now weak, wet and tired from her struggles, looked to the only other person in the room.

Silver Tail had taken to grinding her lower lips against the desk corner, seemingly ignoring the other mare's assault by the large stallion. She moaned and whimpered against its pointy edge, fluttering her wings in ecstasy with each movement. She was so in her own world that Coco even wondered if she realized what was going on right next to her until Golden reached over with his free hand to tug Silver's ear, making the pegasus yelp in surprise.

"Silver Tail, could you be a dear and help me get this mare prepared?" Golden said calmly.

Silver Tail pouted, but then stepped back from the desk and came over to the two ponies. "What should I do sir?"

"Take off your clothes and then hold down her arms." Golden replied.

Silver Tail obeyed and took off her shirt and skirt, making herself completely naked. She then took Coco by the wrists, pulling her arms above her head and over the side of the desk.

Golden then let go of the belt and completely undid his tie. "Now that we are all worked up...." He said looping the tie around the handle of one of his desk drawers before tying and knotting it around Coco's wrists. "How about we get this party started."

The stallion went to the side of the desk where Coco's legs were. As his back was turned Silver put her muzzle to Coco's ear. "Don't fight it." She whispered. "The more you fight the more it hurts. Just try to relax and let him have his way. I will try to make it easier for you."

Coco looked into her eyes and saw the pity reflected in them. With that she knew that Silver Tail was another victim of Golden. "O-ok." She whispered out with a sob. While she said that, she knew it would be impossible to relax under the circumstances.

Golden Locks got to the bound mare's front and reached up to the collar of her blouse with both hands. With a strong pull against it he popped the buttons one by one, exposing the bra she wore underneath. "What a pointless piece of clothing." Reaching down he slipped his hand into the center of the bra and pulled on it. He lifted Coco up by the thin lingerie until her weight and his pulling force caused it to rip open, causing her to fall back down with a loud thud. Coco cried in slight pain out as her back hit the desk. "How cute." He said licking his lips bending over her. "Not big, but just perfect for a filly your size." He runs his tongue from the bottom of her size B breast up to her nipple, swirling it around the areola.

Coco's back arched as unwanted feelings entered her mind. She didn't want to give the stallion the satisfaction of forcing her to feel pleasure, but the passion fruit's effects were taking its toll on her at this point. Her body felt like it was on fire and even she could not ignore the wetness growing between her legs. She let out a sharp gasp as Golden gripped her tit and sucked on her nipple. The gasp quickly turned into a throaty moan as Silver went beside him and did the same as Golden, wrapping her lips around Coco's now hard nipple and gently massaging her breast.

Golden took his mouth from Coco and then took the bottom of Coco's skirt in his hands. "You know, I think that this dress would look better with a mini skirt." With another use of his strength he ripped a line down the front of the skirt and then tore it sideways till it had ripped most of it away from the band on her waist, exposing her panties. "Typical." He said as he grabbed the cotton underwear and slid it off her legs. "A little sip and you mares get all dewy down there." He said getting to her face once more and putting the soaked undergarment before her eyes.

Coco knew it wasn't her fault, but she couldn't help but feel embarrassment at the sight of it, especially with her body working against her as it was. She tried to look away, but the stallion grabbed her snout and forced her to look back at it. "Open your mouth." He said in a commanding tone.

It took a moment to understand what he wanted, but when it hit her she panicked once more. "No, no, no!" Coco yelled moving her head from side to side, eyes clenched, and tugged against the tie knotted on her wrists. She did this until she felt the belt around her neck squeeze tight again, cutting off her air. Opening her eyes she saw that Golden had the end of the belt in his hand.

Glaring down on her Golden gave the belt an additional tug. "Remember your place. You are helpless and you cannot escape. I am in charge and if I say you open your mouth then you open your mouth." Giving the belt one more tug he eased up on it to let Coco breath again. "Got it?" Coco nodded in response and opened her mouth.

Golden put the mare's panties into her mouth and then started folding up the section of Coco's skirt he tore off into a long strap. Taking the strap he placed it in her mouth, stretching it behind her head and tying it to make a makeshift gag. Coco felt like she was going to choke from the taste of feminine desire filling her mouth. "That does it...... this can't get any worse...." She thought.

"Ok, let's finish this filly off." Said Golden as the sound of a zipper came to Coco's ears. She knew what it was. She didn't want to look. She knew she had to though and looked towards her fate. Before her eyes was a foot long penis sticking out of a red sheath standing fully erect from Golden's crotch. "Turn her over and ready her for me Silver." He said sitting down to take off his pants.

Silver complied and removed herself from the mare's now saliva covered breast. She then grabbed Coco's legs and turned her onto her front so that her feet could touch the floor.

"So Miss Pommel." Golden said removing his pant completely. "It seems that the position of clothing designer has been filled. An intelligent young mare by the name of Suri Polomare took it."

Coco's eyes widened at the mention of Suri's name and she was about to yell into her gag in protest, but she felt a sudden surge of pleasure enter her mind as Silver Tail stuck her tongue into Coco's pussy, swirling it around, causing her to moan loudly into the gag instead.

"But as you see." Golden continued. "We have found another position that we want you to take instead. We want you to join as Miss Suri's assistance." He let out a small chuckle. "Well more like her slave. I would have taken you directly to her, but I really wanted to get to you first. After all you are a very attractive filly."

Silver looked up from behind the bound mare. "Sir, we have a problem.... I think...."

"What is it?" Golden replied, getting up from his seat so he could see what was the matter.

"Well.... I think she is a virgin." said the pegasus.

Golden stopped halfway to Silver and the cracked up laughing. "That's great!" He said in an uproar of laughter as he went to Coco's flank. Lifting his hand he slapped it down on her rear. "Seems I really will get the first crack at you."

Coco hung her head in shame. It was true that she had never been with another pony, neither stallion or mare. There were ponies in the past who had asked her out on a date and she had a "special somepony" at one point, but when it came to sex she just couldn't go through with it. The fact that her first time would be at the hands of this stallion instead of somepony she loved made her feel utterly defeated.

"You want me to continue licking her pussy sir?" Asked Silver.

Golden shook his head. "No, I don't want to take that pleasure away from Miss Suri." He then grabbed Coco's tail and lifted it up. "Instead get this ready for me." Silver looked sadly at her master, but she move to the mare's hole. She knew that she couldn't resist his will. Letting her tongue out of her mouth she started to lick the outside of Coco's sphincter.

Coco's back arched in extreme pleasure the moment the pegasus' tongue touched her flesh. She wasn't sure if it was because of the passion fruit, but the feeling of the other mare's tongue against her hole made her cry out in ecstasy and buck her legs, forcing Silver to have to hold them down so she could continue her oral violation of the mare.

A few minutes later Golden grabbed Silver by the mane and moved her away. "Ok, that is good enough. It's time." Tossing Silver Tail aside Golden moved into place, Coco's tail still in hand, and stroked his shaft a few times before aiming the head of his dick right for Coco's small opening.

Pushing with his hips he slowly forced himself inside of her. Coco screamed into her gag as her anus stretched wide to try to accommodate the stallion's girth. Her body trembled as a pain like fire filled her small frame. She kicked and pulled violently against the bonds on her wrists, but she could not get away and with one final push Golden Locks popped the head of his rod inside of her and simultaneously robbed the mare of her virginity and all the self-confidence she had built up over the last month. Coco was simply crushed emotionally.

Golden pushed deeper into the mare, trying his hardest to push his whole length inside. "Ah, the sweet sounds of a mare's cries. Don't worry though, it will only get easier after this." He said stopping at about halfway in, realizing that was as far as he was going to get. "Eventually you will even beg for this kind of treatment."

Coco didn't even hear his voice. She was too focused on the pain. She bit down against her cloth gag trying to focus on something else but it was no use as the stallion inside her started moving in and out of her. She didn't even know how much time had passed since all this started. It felt like hours, but it didn't even matter. The worst thing was that despite the pain, despite the humiliation, her body was still incredibly aroused and she could feel herself peeking into orgasm as she was fucked.

Golden finally released himself inside Coco, flooding her anus with his hot sperm. At the same time Coco's body finally gave in and climaxed against her will. It was over. Golden pulled out of her now limp body and went over to Silver tail, who had fingered herself into orgasm as well while she was not being used.

"Get up." Golden said to her coldly. "Get dressed and go to the club to get a pick up for Miss Pommel." Silver nodded and quickly went to get her clothes on. She then went to the door, giving Coco one last sorrowful look as she left her alone with the stallion who just raped her.

Golden went back to his seat and looked at his most recent conquest as he put his own clothes back on. "That was a good time my dear. You will be a big hit in the society." He went to stroke her hair but Coco recoiled from his hand. This only incited a smirk from him. "She'll love it soon enough." He thought.

Forty-five minutes later Coco and Golden stood in the basement level parking garage of the Manehattan Manes building. Coco had now been striped completely naked except for the tie that now bound her hands behind her back, the gag that was still in her mouth and a cloth over her eyes that was one of her blouse sleeves that Golden had torn off. She shivered as she stood barefoot on the cold cement.

"Don't slouch." She heard from the darkness as a hand smacked her flank. She whimpered in dismay as she noticed she could of known at this point it was Golden Locks' hand, even if he hadn't said anything. "Your ride will be here any moment. From there you will be starting your new life." Not wanting to be smacked again Coco stood up straight which made her breasts stick out. "We will have to do this again sometime, maybe next week." she heard. "And maybe then we can use that other hole of yours, if your mistress says it is ok." The sound of a garage door opening hit her ears, then the sound of wheels and then a door opening. "Here they are, come on." A hand gripped her shoulder and guided her forward.

The cart before them opened it's doors and Silver Tail exited it with two male ponies and a female crystal pony. "Miss Tourmaline" Golden said greeting the crystal mare.

"Golden." She said back as she looked at Coco. "Looks like you had fun."

"Well you know I can't resist a beautiful mare." The stallion said and pushed Coco forward into the arms of the other male ponies. "She is a virgin, at least in her pussy."

"Very well, we will treat her as a Type 3 until Miss Suri comes to start her training." Schorl Tourmaline said as she watched the male ponies put Coco into the vehicle. "I expect to see you tomorrow at the club."

"Of course, I have scheduled myself to be there anyways." He replied with a bow as Schorl closed the door of the car closed. The car then drove away and left Golden and Silver alone.

As the car drove back to towards the Trainers' Society club Coco sat in Schorl's lap with her legs spread wide as the crystal pony felt up her helpless body, rubbing her clitoris and pinching her nipples. "You will be fine addition to the Society's slave stock." She said to the moaning mare trapped in her clutches. "Your mistress is very lucky to have you, but until she comes to claim you..... " She stopped speaking for a moment to licked the nape of Coco's neck, causing her to yell into her gag as she came from the crystal pony's touches. "You can entertain me."

Whipped Coco

Author's Note

At the request of many of the commenters I have gotten myself a person to edit my story. As of now all chapters have been gone over by the editor and should be mostly free of errors and bad grammar. If you have read the first two chapters before the posting of this chapter feel free to read the earlier chapters again to see the improvement.

Whipped Coco

Coco stared at the ceiling of the room she was in, thinking hard about her current situation. She had no idea where she was, but from a clock in the room she knew that it was morning. She sighed and looked around. She was laying in a king sized bed. The mattress was really soft and comfortable. It was perhaps the most comfortable bed she had ever laid in, but she really couldn't appreciate it at the moment.

"How did I even get here...." Coco thought to herself. Thinking back to the night before she remembered how she was lead into a trap by Golden Locks and raped in the stallion's office. How she got handed off to a group of ponies she didn't even see, and how her humiliation continued as she was cuffed to the bars of the bed's metal headboard.

Coco then looked next to her to the crystal mare sleeping peacefully next to her. The night before was spent being forced into orgasm again and again at her touches as Coco was unable to escape or resist because of her bonds. Now the mare had her arms around Coco's body, hugging her like she was an over sized stuffed animal. She shivered slightly as the image of the mare licking her pussy intruded her mind, still able to feel the texture of the tongue against soft flesh.

Suddenly Coco heard a light tapping at the door and it opened slowly. A green unicorn mare with a white mane done up in a ponytail entered the room, bringing a food cart in with her. The unicorn was in a maid's uniform and had a leather collar around her neck, as well as a strap muzzle that kept her from opening her mouth. Coco could also see a metal ring around the unicorn's horn as she laid out food from the cart on a table in the center of the room.

Once the unicorn finished setting the food on the table she walked over to the bed. Coco, remembering all that happened the night before, was scared that the mare was coming to do something to her like Golden and Schorl had done. She scooted to the far side of the bed as her cuffs, and the mare's arms around her body, would allow her. The unicorn reached down towards the recoiling earth pony and then shook Schorl a few times.

Schorl stretched with a closed mouth moan and opened her eyes. "Ah.... is it morning?" The unicorn nodded in reply to the crystal pony. "Thank you Sweet Mint." She said and then reached under the unicorn's skirt, rubbing the mare's slit.

The unicorn closed her eyes in pleasure and made heavy pants at Schorl's touches. Coco was not sure if she was enjoying it or if she was simply putting up with it, either way after a few minutes of rough masturbation the unicorn yelled in pleasure and fell to her knees.

"Tsk, tsk, still not lasting as long as I want." Schorl said with disappointment and undid the strap on the unicorn's muzzle with the magic of her horn.

"I am sorry mistress." Sweet Mint replied. "I have practiced, but your touch is just too much for me to take."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." Schorl said bringing her fluid covered fingers to the unicorn's lips. Without even a word, Sweet Mint wrapped her lips around the fingers and licked them clean. Once done Schorl removed them from Mint's mouth and patted her on the head. "Go set up two seats at the table for you and our guest."

Mint nodded and grabbed two cushions from the bed before heading for the table. Schorl made a sigh of contentment before looking to Coco. "I see you are awake my little screamer. For a virgin you sure like to make a lot of noise when you cum."

Coco gave a glare back to her molester. As helpless as she was, she wasn't going to give the crystal mare the satisfaction of seeing her weak.

"Oh, I see. Well then...." Schorl looked over to her nightstand levitating a metal butterfly clamp off of it and over to Coco's exposed pussy. As it hovered over her clit, it opened wide, a row of pointy teeth revealed in its mouth.

Coco panicked and tried to kick at it to no avail as it moved side from side only to return back to position. "Please! Don't! I'm sorry!" Coco screamed. While Schorl had forced herself on Coco she had not yet caused her any pain, but Coco quickly realized that this was the price of resistance.

The clamp got close to her sensitive nub and closed a mere centimeter away from it. "I am willing to let it slide this once, since you are new." said Schorl as she moved the clamp away from the terrified mare. "Know that further defiance will result in pain." Schorl placed the clamp on the nightstand and replaced it with a key.

Floating it over to Coco's cuffs she unlocked one of them from the bar on the bed and released her hand from the other. Now free, Coco rubbed her sore wrists. While she still had a cuff hanging off one of her wrists it was nice to move her arms freely.

Schorl got up from the bed and went over to the table. She took the only seat at the table and started stroking Mint's mane, who was on her knees as she sat on a cushion. "Coco, is it?" Schorl asked. "I am sure you have questions. If you obey me then I will answer them until your mistress arrives. Now come, take your place next to me." Coco was a bit reluctant, but she remembered what would happen if she did not obey.

Getting up off the bed and walked over to the table. Seeing the pillow on the ground next to Schorl she got on her knees, following Mint's example. She thought about how the crystal mare said that she was willing to answer questions. Searching her mind she could only come up with one. "Why?" She asked, looking up to Schorl.

"Why?" Schorl replied as she fed herself a pancake from the plate on the table. "What a vague question. Be more specific."

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Coco yelled at Schorl.

Schorl gave her an unamused look and then grabbed a spoon on the table. "No yelling." She said and then hit the spoon down on Coco's snout, causing her to yelp in slight pain. "So you want to know why you are here. I guess that is fair." She took another bite of her food and swallowed before continuing. "It seems that you made a mistake. Crossed the wrong person, tried to act as though you were more than what you are."

Coco rubbed her nose. "I never did anything to you."

Schorl scooped up a bit of her scrambled eggs and brought it to Mint's lips, who happily ate it. "I never said you did, but a certain acquaintance of mine was awfully offended when you quit her employment." said Schorl. "and after all she did for you."

Coco scoffed at that remark. After what Golden said the night before she knew who she was talking about. "Suri did nothing but make my life miserable."

The crystal pony lifted her spoon, about to strike again, but stopped when Coco flinched. "Your mistress was doing you a favor." She said with a smirk. "You are a pony who is naturally meek. I can tell just by looking at you. Suri however pushed you to improve your skills in dressmaking. Despite how you might feel about her she is the one who made you as good a seamstress as you are." Scooping another spoonful of eggs up, her unamused look turned to one of anger. "And you pay her back by quitting and wasting your talents by making stage costumes." She put the spoon up to Coco's mouth. "Eat. Eggs are good for your coat."

Coco decided not to argue. It was obvious that if she did it would only cause her more pain. Opening her mouth she let Schorl put the food in. As the eggs touched her tongue she was surprised at the flavor. The eggs were very well prepared and they tasted better than any she had tasted before. She couldn't help but smile as she made an "Mmm" noise.

"So now we have decided that you are incapable of making good decisions." Schorl continued "and we are taking that privilege away from you. You are to become Suri's slave and she will now decide what is good for you."

"What gives you the right?" She replied after swallowing her eggs.

"We at the Society have made it our business to train mares and stallions on how to become proper slaves and pets. We have many here who were once like you. Resistant, but unaware of their true selves. I heard you last night. You might deny it, but you body wouldn't let you lie." Schorl said taking a sip from a glass at the table.

"That doesn't really answer the question." Coco muttered.

Soon a tapping at the door reaches the ears of the three mares. As the knock got Coco's attention she felt the cuff on her wrist start to move. A quick glance allowed her to see that Schorl had a hold of it with her magic. With a hard tug on the shackle, Coco's arm was forced behind her back. "Put your other arm behind your back or else I will have to punish you." Coco obeyed and allowed Schorl to bind her arms behind her. "That should be Suri. Mint, would you please let her in."

Mint got to her feet and answered the door. Standing in the doorway was the pink pony, Suri Polomare, holding a small bag in her left hand. Not even waiting for Mint to move out of the way, Suri pushed past her into the room, going straight for Coco. "There is my wayward assistant. Did you enjoy your stay with my friend? I bet that you two had a lot of fun without me."

Coco's resentment for the pony was clear as she scowled at Suri. Despite what Golden and Schorl had done, she knew that none of this would have happened if not for Suri. That piled on top of the daily torments of working for Suri and the thought of being forced to go back to her pushed her over the edge. She got to her feet and walked right up to Suri, looking her right in the eye.

"How dare you!" Yelled Coco trying her best to seem intimidating, despite being completely helpless. "I was doing good away from you. I had a good job, ponies that liked and supported me, and I was finally feeling good about myself." Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook with rage, her hands curling up into fists behind her. "All you want to do is take that away from me!"

A swift hand went across Coco's face, slapping her hard enough to cause the mare to lose her balance and catch herself as to not go crashing to the floor. Suri shook her hand to shake off the sting of her powerful smack.

"You stupid filly. After all I have done for you, this is how you speak to me?" She said with a calm fury. "Who was it that gave you a chance when nopony else would. Who taught you everything she knew. I trusted you more than anypony and you quit because some bitch you hardly know made you feel bad." She went around Coco, laid her bag on the table and started rooting around in it.

Coco was still stunned from the shock of the unexpected slap. The pain spreading across her face stung and she could feel the imprint that it had made. She stood there, unaware that Suri had pulled from her bag a rubber ball gag. Suri got up behind her and put her palm under Coco's jaw, placing her thumb and fingers at the hinges of it. Squeezing against it, she forced Coco's mouth open before shoving the ball inside. Grabbing the straps, Suri pulled them behind her head and made it nice and tight.

"There we go. What do you think?" Said Suri grabbing a mirror from her handbag. Coco shook her head furiously, trying somehow to get the gag off of her as it reminded her too much of what Golden had done to her the night before. She only stopped when Suri put the mirror in front of her face.

Looking into it she could see that the ball in her mouth was made of a blue rubber that matched the blue in her mane. The center of the ball had a hole in it. As she poked at the other side with her tongue she found that there was another hole on that side, allowing her to breath through it. The straps that held the ball were likewise made of a dyed white leather, matching the color of the stripe in her mane. She had to admit that it had a kind of cute quality about it, despite it forcing her to keep her mouth open in a slightly uncomfortable way.

"Do you like it?" Suri said coming in view in the mirror's reflection. "I made it just for you. Took me weeks to get it right, never worked with leather before. Oh, and there is this too." Suri put down the mirror and went back to her bag.

This time Coco watched her as she pulled out a leather collar made of the same white leather as the straps. Suri then placed it around the bound mare's neck and buckled it on tight so it firmly hugged her throat. Coco noticed immediately that the inside was lined with a soft padding that made it fit comfortably, not choking her or letting the leather brush up against her body. Once again looking into the mirror she could see "Coco" embroidered on the front in red letters.

"She looks lovely. I think my Mint here might get jealous." Said Schorl as she stroked the mane of her maid, who had returned to her cushion as Suri was putting on Coco's accessories.

"Well I was planning on making little Coco a full ensemble, but I have not had enough time for her gloves or boots. She will be a vision of beauty once I'm done with her." Suri replied.

"I bet she will be," Schorl said with a smirk. "but for now I think that it is time we got things ready for her debut." Schorl slid a paper over to Suri, which she picked up and skimmed over.

"These are the choices huh?" Getting a pencil from her bag she circled a few of the words on the paper and handed it back to Schorl. "I suppose these will have to do."

Schorl looked it over and nodded. "I will get everything ready for you. The time has been scheduled already and since you got here sooner than I expected we can go see Golden's performance."

"Oh? I didn't realize that Golden went up on stage." Suri said taking out a leash from the bag, attaching it to a D ring on the front of Coco's collar. "So it will be him and Silver Tail?"

Schorl shook her head. "No, he is actually taking up another pony's slave. A light grey mare with dark grey hair, her name escapes me at the moment."

Going over to the bed, Suri took a seat on it and made Coco sit next to her. "I didn't know you could do that. I thought that it was just owners with their own slaves."

"Pony's like showing off their slaves on stage, but they also tend to leave them here for training by the other members." Schorl replied. "They are open to the public and there are rooms for private use as well. It is a nice way for members to get to use their favorite mares and stallions they see on stage. There are rules though."

"Rules?" Asked Suri.

"Yes, such as you cannot leave any permanent marks on a slave without express permission from the owner." The crystal pony continued. "No piercings, tattoos or the like. Also each slave is designated a 'type' by the owner. This tells what members are allowed to do with them. Type 1s are full use. They can be fucked and played with in any way a member wants. Type 2s can be used sexually, but torture is off-limits. Then there are Type 3s. They can be teased and tortured, but no penetration is allowed. Lastly there are Type 4s. They are left here for kenneling purposes only and are not to be touched. Many of the serving mares and stallions you see in the lounge are Type 4s."

Suri was happy to hear this. "So I can have other ponies serve for my amusement. That's a really good idea."

Schorl got up from her seat. "Yes, it allows slaves to get use to being used often, and speeds up their training since many members do have more important things to do. If you take advantage of this perk of the society I will expect you to offer a slave of your own for public use too."

Suri put a hand under Coco's chin and turned her head to make the mare look her in the eye. "I don't think I would have a problem with that, but let me think it over until her debut is over."

"Take all the time you need." Said Schorl. "Until then let's go relax in the lounge. Sweet Mint, you are dismissed. Go sign yourself in for public use and find a room to wait in."

"Yes mistress." Mint replied. With that the room was vacated and Schorl and Suri made their way to the lounge with Coco in tow.

An hour later Coco was sitting on a cushion in the lounge as she had in Schorl's room, only this time she was next to Suri. She had been in the lounge room for a while, it being just a short walk from Schorl's room. During that time Suri had shown her to many of the other member, who each had their own slaves with them. As soon as Coco had been introduced, sometimes getting a quick compliment about how lovely she looked or how cute she was, they would immediately return to talking about business or other daily matters.

Coco found it odd how they could do such a thing while surrounded by naked ponies, but she also figured that the point of it was to show that they were not important. That they could be ignored and no one cared if it was embarrassing for them to be forced to expose themselves in front of everyone. She did find some comfort in the fact that she was not the only pony in this situation though. She had even seen a cute earth pony stallion with brown fur and blonde mane that she felt she would have liked to date if not for their current situation.

Now however, she was waiting while Schorl and Suri talked. As much as she was glad she wasn't being molested or hurt she was starting to find it dull just sitting there unable to talk or even move around since her leash was tied to the table and bolted to the floor. She tried to occupy herself by looking around the room until her eyes landed on the cute stallion from before. He was sitting at another table bound much like she was, except he had an added ring around his cock that made it stay erect.

"I wonder how he got wrapped up in this." She thought, remember that his owner was a stallion as well. She blushed at the thought of his owner teasing him the same way Schorl did her. "I wonder if he even noticed me. No, that is silly. How could he care about something like that in a place like this. Why am I even thinking about this?"

She was just about to look away, but then she noticed the stallion turn his head to her and wink. "Wait, did he.... no, it can't-" Before she could finish that thought he nodded as if to answer her and gave another wink. Seeing that made her feel excited and she winked back at him. "Wait a second, am I really flirting with him?" Catching herself she averted her gaze. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but this was no place to try to get a stallion to notice her.

It only took a few minutes longer before the lights in the room began to dim. Coco could tell that this meant it was show time. "What did the crystal pony say? Golden was going to 'perform' on that stage." She shuddered remembering what he had done to her and realized that she would be watching him do the same to some other mare.

A spotlight turned on and shined on the entrance to the lounge. The door opened wide and Golden Locks walked in, wearing a tuxedo and holding what looked like a violin bow in one hand and a long bar in the other. Behind him followed a minotaur with a chain in his hand. Following the chain several feet from the minotaur's hand Coco saw that it led to a pair of shackles around the wrists of a grey mare. The mare gave little resistance, only stopping once until the minotaur gave the chain a good tug.

Coco watched as the mare was forced on the stage. While she would have rather focused on other things this event was demanding the attention of all in the room. As she kept her eyes on the mare she begun to notice how attractive her figure was. Her shapely hips, round butt, large breasts and beautiful eyes. The way that her tail moved side to side with each step. This mare was leagues above Coco in every way, at least that was how she felt.

The minotaur tossed the chain up into the rafters. Catching it as it came back down he then went to a crank reel placed a little off the side of the stage. After wrapping it around the reel a few times the minotaur turned the crank and as he did the chain pulled into it. Coco watched as the chain forced the mare to raise her arms above her head. As her arms went up, Golden went to her hooves and attached the end of the bar he had to a set of leather cuffs on her ankles, causing her legs to spread far apart from each other and exposing her dripping sex to the crowd.

Suri got close to Coco's ear. "Are you having fun?" She said. Before Coco could try to reply Suri shoved a bottle into the hole in her gag. Coco could hardly get out a sound of protest before the bottle tilted up, pouring the liquid into her mouth. The moment the taste hit her senses she knew that it was passion fruit juice. She tried to pull away but Suri grabbed her mane and held it firmly. With her mouth full of juice, Coco swallowed so she could breathe and soon the bottle was empty. Suri patted her head. "Good girl." Suri said, giving her attention back to the stage.

"Fillies and gentlecolts. Please give your applause to Golden Locks and his assistant Octavia Melody." The crowd clapped at the announcer's request.

Golden came up behind Octavia, grabbing her breast with one hand as he tapped her ass with the bow in his hand. "Ready for your recital?" He said squeezing her tit harshly, inciting a moan from the grey earth pony. "Remember, just like we rehearsed." With that he removed his hand from her breast and grabbed hold of her tail instead, lifting it up. He then moved the bow in between her legs and pressed it against her lips. "Let's begin."

Coco watched as the stallion slowly ran the bow along Octavia's soft mound. The mare threw her head back as she cried out in what sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure. As the bow was about to reach its end Golden began pulling it back, running it at another angle, which caused the grey mare to lurch forward and start her moans anew at a slightly different tone. He continued until the tip of the bow was all that was left touching her and then pushed it forward once more, again changing the sound of her moans.

"Dear Celestia, he is playing her like a musical instrument." Coco thought to herself as she noticed the cries of lust and pain turning into a sad melody. The melody was strangely mesmerizing. It was as if Coco could hear the all the emotions that the mare on stage had gone through in her time here. Her humiliation, her sorrow, her inevitable surrender. Coco had no idea how long Octavia had been in the hands of these ponies before this performance, but it was clear that she had suffered.

Coco wanted to look away, to turn off her ears to mute the sounds coming from the grey mare. She couldn't though, something about this moment demanded her full attention. She could see the mare's ample breasts heave as she took heavy breaths in between movements of the bow, the sweat forming on her body as the stimulation strained her body, the bow glistening in the light as the mare's dirty juices covered the strings.

As Coco stared, a burning desire begun to fill her. She wanted to be up there, to be used. "No" She thought shaking her head and whimpering in a near inaudible tone. "Its the passion fruit. Its making me feel this way. There is no way I want this." Despite her mental protests, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy begin to get wet.

Five minutes into the performance, Golden finally removed the fluid soaked bow from between Octavia's legs. Her body hung limp from her chains and she huffed loudly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she looked out to the crowd. Golden put the bow to her face, and as if out of instinct Octavia licked the strings, cleaning her juices from it as Golden allowed her to get at every inch of it.

"Anything to say my instrument?" Golden said grabbing her mane, pulling her head back.

Octavia gulped and replied. "Thank you for using me as your bitch, sir." She let out a few more pants before continuing. "Can you please make me cum. I need to cum."

Golden let out a sigh. "Can't help yourself, can you? Fine, I guess you have earned it." Golden pressed the bow on the mare's clit at its base, keeping a firm grip on her mane. He pulled up against her vulnerable flesh slowly and with one last loud moan that seemed more pain than pleasure her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably, squirting her fluids out on the stage floor.

The crowd applauded loudly and Golden took a bow. He then gave Octavia a kiss on her lips and left the mare to hang, her eyes rolled into her skull from her powerful climax. As Golden got off the stage the minotaur from before came over and took Octavia's bonds off of her. Tossing her over his shoulder he carried her limp form out of the lounge.

As soon as she was out of sight the announcer from before could be heard once more. "There will be a ten minute intermission before the next act featuring Miss Suri and her new slave."

Coco hung her head, knowing she was the next one on stage. The idea of being sexually abused in front of the crowd, that Suri would not be punished for such an act but instead be praised for it. It was too much. She didn't have long to dwell on it though as she felt something grip her hair and pull her upright.

"What is the matter Coco?" Said Suri in a condescending tone. "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

Coco, in a state of desperation, placed her face on Suri's thigh and rubbed it against her in an act of submission. She hoped that the gesture would get her some mercy. To Coco's relief Suri let go of her mane. "That is more like it." She reached down, unbuckled the ball gag and removed it from Coco's mouth.

Coco moved her jaw, finding it sore from being open for so long. Looking up at Suri she decided to try to appeal to her. "Suri, please let me go. I didn't mean to insult you when I quit. I was.... I was stupid. I know you were only trying to help me, to push me to better myself." Coco lied. "Please don't make me do this."

Suri patted Coco's head. "Don't worry my pet, after you go on stage and I give you your 'initiation' you will feel much better."

"You can't do this!" Said Coco.

Suri reached under the table and untied the leash from it. "I can. Trust me, I have done it before." Getting up from her seat she gave the leash a tug. "Now come on, we need to get ready." Coco stood up and followed Suri on stage. As much as she didn't want to, she knew that resisting at this point would only make things worse.

Moments later Coco found herself suspended upside-down above the stage. Suri had the minotaur stage hand pick her up and lock the shackles that were on Octavia before around her ankles. She could feel the entire weight of her body strain on her hooves. Her arms were still bound behind her and there was a chain now going from them to the shackles around her ankles to keep them from hanging.

Coco herself had gone silent. All eyes were on her as she dangled from the rafter. She couldn't help but feel nervous and embarrassment. The blood rushing to her head didn't help stop her blushing, nor did the ever-increasing heat welling up inside her. The lights dimmed as they had before and Suri came into view.

"It's time." Suri said, tapping Coco's nose with a whip she had acquired while Coco was suspended. "Just relax and let your feelings tell you what to do." Just then Coco heard what sounded like wheels moving across the floor. "Oh right, I wanted to make this moment special for you so I prepared a little something."

Suri put her hand on Coco's shoulder and turned her around to see the stage hand push in a large transparent vat filled with water. The minotaur pushed it till it was under Coco, her hanging hair barely touching the water inside. With one hard push, Suri sent Coco spinning on her chain and then walked a few feet away, uncoiling the whip.

Suri pulled back her arm and flicked it forward, sending a quick lash to Coco. The whip hit with a loud cracking sound against one of Coco's breasts, sending a sharp pain into her body.

The pain made Coco flail around on the chain, bouncing around wildly. "It hurts! It hurts!" She cried out, only to receive another lash against her ass. "No! Stop!" Her cries fell on uncaring ears, the only reply to her screams being the whip's crack as it struck her again.

Suri chuckled with wicked glee. She sent her gaze to the minotaur, who was standing next to the crank reel. Giving him a nod he released the stopper in the device and let Coco's weight drop her into the water beneath her.

Coco struggled under the water, the pain of the lashes still fresh in her mind. Every instinct told her body to run, to get away, but it was impossible for her to do so. Not only that, but the water she was in was very cold and made her body go tense as it covered her. She wasn't sure how long it took but she was eventually pulled back out of the water by the chain.

As she tried to catch her breath her gasps turned into a sharp yelp as she felt the pain of the whip enter her mind again, this time on her arm. "Damn it! Let me down!" She cried, receiving two more strikes to her wet back and being dunked back into the water.

This time Coco was caught off guard, having screamed as she fell into the water. She had little air, which only made her panic more. She made efforts to "swim" out of the vat, but with her arms and legs chained up as they were she could not control her body. She managed to hit the side of the vat, knocking her head on it hard. She was starting to feel her lungs burn, but then was once again dragged out of the water.

Coco coughed and sputtered as her head was brought out of the water. She wanted this to be over, but the returning pain on her shoulder reminded her that she was at the mercy of Suri. "Suri!" she yelled. "I hate you! I've always hated you! You are the worst pony I ever m-" She was cut off as her head went under the water, being slowly lowered back in. A final lash hit her right on the nape of her neck, just below her collar, and Coco's scream of pain came out in the form of bubbles from her mouth.

Suri stood next to the vat as Coco was pulled out. Coco had gone unconscious, but Suri didn't keep her under the water long after her last lash, and Coco was still breathing. Suri pulled her off to the side and allowed Coco to be lowered to the stage floor. She stroked the unconscious pony's mane as the minotaur removed the shackles from her wrists and ankles.

Coco finally opened her eyes slowly and found herself still on stage in Suri's arms. Her body was shaking, partly from cold and partly from the pain she felt. "Please.... no more pain.....please...." She said to the pony holding her.

Suri continued to pet the weak and helpless mare. "Very well Coco, but only if you do what I say from now on."

Coco hesitated, she didn't want to but she now knew what would happen if she didn't. "Yes.... I'll do what you say.... just no more." saying that, Coco drifted back to sleep, submitting to her exhaustion.

Lights in the Darkness

Coco peered into the darkness in front of her. She had no idea how long it had been since light had touched her eyes, she only knew the strain her body was feeling and the burning feeling of lust building in her. Trying to take her mind off of it she attempted to concentrate on something else, anything else.

She thought back to days before, or maybe it was weeks. It had been so long she could no longer tell. After she had recovered from her debut on the stage, Suri had made her a Type 1 slave and she started her new life under Suri's thumb. The first day, hour maybe, Suri handed her over to a unicorn stallion and allowed him to take her virginity.

"Ah...aaahhh...." She moaned from her wide open mouth as images of an unknown unicorn forcing himself into her flashing before her eyes. The feeling of his rod inside of her, popping her cherry still fresh in her mind. She wanted to be back in his bed, to feel him grope her tits or pull her hair as he thrust himself in her again and again.

Coco shook her head violently to shake the memory from her head and try to focus on another. Her mind landed on Suri. As Suri promised, Coco was spared pain as long as she obeyed, at least the worst of it. Coco however was not always obedient. Suri would ask her to do things that she found too embarrassing and true to her word Suri would make her suffer. Something as simple as her refusing to masturbate in front of a crowd would turn into her being spanked by the same crowd with a wooden paddle until she begged for the "privilege" to stroke herself in front of them.

It was a similar mistake of her's that had her in her current position. The simple hesitation to fellatio a stallion had now gotten her bound and blindfolded with her mouth force open for public use. She was squatting down so her head was at crotch height, a wooden stockade resting on her shoulders held her head and hands in place.

It did not take long for the now familiar feeling of a stallion's shaft pushing into her mouth to enter Coco's mind. "Mrph!" She cried out in surprise as it pushed to the back of her mouth and down her throat. Coco had learned that trying to protest did nothing but earn her a hard pinch on the nose. She had also learned that the best thing to do was give the stallion what he wanted, the sooner he came the sooner she could stop choking on him.

Moving her head forward she took more of the stallion inside her. Her throat tried to bulge out to accommodate his girth, but was restricted by the padded collar around her neck. Pulling her head back she ran her tongue along the bottom of it, the salty taste of sweat and precum entered her mind. She didn't mind it, the disgust and humiliation of being forced to suck a stallion's dick had long since left her. Taking a quick breath she sent her head forward again, allowing the stallion back into her esophagus once more.

Coco continued this pattern in an ever-increasing pace until she felt the familiar sensation of her hair being gripped. Relaxing herself she let the stallion have his way. With a few more thrusts into her throat he then pulled out, letting out a small grunt. She then felt the creamy texture of his jism hit against the walls of her mouth and her tongue. She waited for him to stop, taking in the bitter flavor.

During her punishment she had this happen to her more times than she could count, and it was more pleasant than the alternative of them pushing into her to the base of their shafts and cumming into her throat. Once he finished shooting his load, she started to roll her tongue around in her mouth, stirring the fluids around. A pat on her head reinforced the action, Coco had learned that many of the stallions enjoyed the sight of her "savoring" their seed. She knew for sure that spitting it out was bad as her early attempts had only gotten her swift hits to the rear with a stick she assumed was left to discipline her.

Coco soon gulped the semen down and then waited for her reward. As she expected a plastic bottle pushed to her lips and the sweet taste of passion fruit overlapped the flavor of cum in her mouth. Even before her punishment her diet was mostly changed to the liquid. Most of the time she felt unbearably horny, desperate to have a stallion inside her or feel a touch of a mare on her body. Even as she waited for the next cock to enter her mouth she stood in a puddle of her own juices as her desires went unsatisfied.

It did not take too long for the next pony to come, but instead of feeling a warm piece of flesh enter her mouth she screamed to the heavens as a tongue went across the lips of her pussy. The small touch was all she needed at this point to send her over the edge into climax, but of course the tongue continued even as she was squirting in the unknown pony's face.

She felt the lips of the pony press around her slit and insert its tongue inside, licking against her vaginal walls. In response Coco pushed her hips forward to press her crotch into the pony's face. She was not sure if it was proper etiquette for a slave, but her lust was too much for her to care. She came again and again as the pony continued licking her insides and nibbling on her labia, the pleasure washing over her mind like an unstoppable current.

Suri laughed at the sight of Coco being licked by a slave stallion she had borrowed. She unbuckled the straps on the heavy leather blindfold on her slave's eyes and let her see once more. Coco didn't even realize this, her eyes were rolling up in her skull from the overload of pleasure she felt. All she could do was cry out in lust filled howls and grind her crotch against the face of the stallion between her legs. Crying out in orgasm once more her body finally went limp.

Suri tugged at a leash in her hand, pulling back the stallion. "That's enough. She is spent." The stallion quietly moved away from Coco's twitching, limp form. He watched as Coco took deep breaths, her entire weight held up by the stocks around her neck and hands. For a while each breath made her whole body tremble, her fluids gushing out from her with each exhale. She was a wreck.

Hours later Coco found herself under the spray of a shower nozzle. She was still recovering from her experience. Her body shook and it was hard for her to stand, but the warm water flowing over her sore body felt amazing. It was one of the few perks to being Suri's bitch that now even something as simple as a warm shower could be appreciated.

The shower room was like one you would find in a locker room. It was an open area and Coco could see other mares in the room. As she grabbed a bottle of liquid soap off a shelf in front of her another mare stepped up to the shower next to her.

"So I heard you got in trouble again." Said Octavia as she turned on her shower and got her own soap from the shelf.

Coco had learned that the showers were one of the few places that the slaves could talk to each other. While it was not good to keep their owners waiting there was still plenty of time to talk during normal clean up.

"Yeah, I am not even sure how long it has been since I last showered." Coco said pouring some soap in her hands.

"I had three since anyone saw you last." Octavia replied.

The normal areas of the society's club had no ways of keeping track of time, the last clock that Coco had seen was in Schorl's room. On top of that there were no windows to the outside and thus no way to know how long they had been at the society. Most assumed that their masters would want them to shower daily though and counted the times they showered as days.

Octavia started the rub herself body with the soap. "You really need to stop causing trouble for yourself." She continued. "If you keep giving them excuses, they will keep torturing you."

Coco followed Octavia's example and started cleaning herself, starting with her breasts, rubbing the soap on them until it foamed up. "You know they tell me to do things I am against on purpose. If I obeyed every order they would tell me to fly instead to spite me."

"And what did you get punished for this time?" Another mare asked coming up next to Coco. Looking over she saw that is was a grayish blue pegasus with blue hair she had come to know as Flitter.

Coco hung her head. "I... I wouldn't suck a stallion's penis."

The two other mares groaned. "Something that simple and you are willing to let them get you for it." Octavia said, going to Coco to put soap on her back. "If you don't get over those little inhibitions of yours, then you will end up on the wrong end of a whip again." Octavia put her hand on Coco's shoulders and messaged them.

Coco felt better at Octavia's touch. She was very nice to Coco since the first time they met in person. Coco at the time was still nervous, even around the other slave mares. Octavia noticed it and took measures to comfort her. Since then Coco saw Octavia as sort of an older sister, watching over her and teaching her what little she knew about how the society worked.

Coco was grateful for the small amount of stability that Octavia represented in this place where all control of her life was taken away. The grey mare was a pillar for many of the mares. She was beautiful, sophisticated and smart enough to know when to resist and when to give in to not be punished. While the situation was still pretty bleak Octavia was Coco's speck of light in the darkness.

Octavia went back to her shower faucet and grabbed a shampoo bottle from the shelf. "So, has anyone seen Fleetfoot yet?" She said shooting the contents of it into her hair and then rubbing it in.

"No, she has been gone for a while now. Longer than Coco" Said Flitter. "There has been rumor that she went through the heart ritual."

Octavia made a heavy sigh. "That's bad...."

"Heart ritual?" Asked Coco. She had never heard the term before.

"It's just a rumor." Said Octavia. "Something one of the others heard the crystal bitch say once."

The comment made Coco snicker a little. "So what is it suppose to be?"

"We aren't sure, but once a pony goes through it they are separated from the 'trainees'." Octavia continued "I have seen ponies that have supposedly gone through it. They become submissive to their captor, obeying anything they say despite how they feel about doing it."

Coco thought back to her encounter with Golden Locks and how Silver Tail helped him rape her, remembering the sad looks she gave her. "I think I have met somepony like that." She said disheartened. "But if they can make ponies obey them then why are they waiting on us?"

Octavia washed the soap out of her hair and turned off the shower. "I don't know. Maybe they just like to see us do things against our wills, most of them are sadists after all." She then leaned her back against the wall and brought her finger to her mouth as she pondered the situation. "Or perhaps they can't. Maybe they need something."

"What would they need?" Asked Flitter.

Octavia shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Coco went to Octavia's side, wrapping her arms around the grey mare. "Its okay, we know you are trying your best."

Octavia smiled. "I know. Now come on, I have to go and you need to finish up. I don't want to have you go missing on me again." Coco nodded and let the grey mare go. She kept a close eye on Octavia as she headed for the exit and only returned to cleaning herself when the grey mare was out of sight.

Once finished Coco dried herself off and put her "clothing" on, which consisted of her special collar, a pair of shoulder length gloves and thigh high boots. The boots and gloves were made of latex and were light blue, matching the blue in her hair. She felt silly putting them on, but leaving the shower without them would only bring trouble. Now dressed she went out to greet her owner.

Suri was sitting right outside of the room along with other members of the society who were waiting for their slaves. Looking up from a magazine in her hands she gave Coco a look of annoyance. "You sure took your time."

"I'm sorry." Said Coco with a wince. She knew that even a minor offense like this could lead to more torment. Her eyes moved from Suri's face to her feet. Crouched down next to them was the same brown stallion from before, fully erect as he stroked himself slowly.

Suri put her magazine on a nearby stand and stood. "Enough of that." She said tugging on the leash connected to the stallion's collar. He immediately stopped, going to his hands and knees. "Coco, follow."

Coco followed beside Suri as she led her and the crawling stallion. Knowing the layout of the building pretty well at this point Coco determined that they were heading to the private rooms. "Is she going to hand us over to another owner?" She wondered to herself.

Every time thus far Coco was brought to a private room she had either been handed off to some other pony or been with Suri for a private session. This was the first time that Suri had brought along another slave so Coco wasn't entirely sure what she had planned. It didn't help that many of the private rooms were designed like dungeons with different types of torture devices inside to suit the needs of the pony using it.

When Suri stopped and opened one of the doors, Coco was relieved to see a nice bedroom setting inside. She waited for Suri and the stallion to enter before going in herself. Suri closed the door behind them and took the leash off of the stallion.

"Are you going to use us in here?" Coco asked standing in the center of the room, not sure what to do since Suri had yet to give her an order.

"Actually no. I have to head back to the boutique. Unlike some ponies I still have to work." Said Suri.

Coco couldn't help but give a deadpan glare. "Are you really trying to insult me for being here while you still have a life." She thought.

"Oh wipe that look off your face." Suri said catching her expression. "You should be grateful, especially since I decided to give you a little break."

"A break?" asked Coco.

"Of course, I don't want you to think that I am a cruel mistress." Suri said behind her smirk. "Despite your apprehension to some of my requests I know you are working hard to please me. So while I am gone you and this colt can get to know each other, have a nice meal, get a little frisky. Think of it as a date."

"A... date?" Coco replied, not really sure what game Suri was playing at. Normally when Suri left for work she would hand Coco off to another society member. This was just odd to say the least.

"Just relax, have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do." Suri said as she left the room, waving as she closed it behind her. Coco then heard the door lock and she knew that she was stuck.

The brown earth pony got to his hooves and dusted off his knees. He looked at the room, taking in his surroundings before looking at Coco. Realizing he was still fully erect from before he tried to cover himself in front of her, looking off to the side shyly. Coco giggled and looked to her own hooves to try to relieve his embarrassment.

"Hi...." The stallion said trying to ease the tension building in the room. "You're that cute mare I have seen around. Coco Pommel right?"

"Yes." She replied, keeping her eyes at the ground. "I remembering you too. I am afraid that I don't know your name though."

"Its Crusoe. Coco Crusoe." Said the stallion.

Coco looked up at the stallion's face and the embarrassment on it told her that he was being honest. She brought a hand to her face, covering it as she realized why it was him here with her instead of any other stallion.

"Suri has a stupid sense of humor." Coco said going over to the bed. Taking a seat she clasped her hands together. "Look, if you feel uncomfortable we don't have to do anything. We can just sit here and rest until they come to get us. I know you have probably been through a lot too."

"I am not so sure." Said Crusoe. "While this has never happened to me before I have a feeling that if we did that we would be punished for it. Seems like something our captors would do. Besides..." He went over to a table with two seats next to it. "This is the best looking meal I have seen in a long time."

Coco got up and went to the table. On it was two large plates, each with an assortment of fresh fruits and vegetables. Next to them were smaller plates holding a piece of cake each. There was also an opened glass bottle in the center of the table, two wine glasses to either side of it.

Seeing that most of her meals recently had been cum, the sight of it made Coco lick her lips. "I guess it would be a waste to just ignore it." She took a seat and Crusoe took the seat across from her. "Well then...." She said taking a celery stalk off the plate, doing her best to resist the urge to scarf it all down. "Why don't you tell me about yourself."

Crusoe looked up from his plate, having already shoved a few pieces of apple into his mouth. Gulping them down he sat up straight. "Sorry, it just looked so good." He said looking a bit sheepish. "Right, myself. There is not much to say. I use to live and work in Ponyville until one day I found myself here."

"Ponyville? I have a few friends that live there." Said Coco as she nibbled on a piece of bread. "Do you know Rarity?"

"I don't know her personally, but I have seen her around. She was the lead nest builder during last year's winter wrap up. I helped out in the fields myself." Crusoe grabbed the bottle on the table and poured its contents into the two wine glasses. Coco looked at her glass and instantly noticed the purplish-pink color of the liquid.

"Dammit..." Coco muttered. "Of course she would leave that for us. Do you know what that is?"

"Yeah... I know..." Crusoe said as he stared at the glass, seemingly entranced by it.

"Is something wrong?" Coco said, seeing Crusoe shake a little as he kept a watchful eye on the glass.

"Sorry." He said rubbing his brow. "It's just that I've had so much of that stuff that.... I've become addicted to it."

"Addicted? I didn't even realize that was possible." Coco replied shocked at his words.

"The juice itself isn't too bad, most of the time they water it down. It is when they feed you the fruit that it starts to get to you." Crusoe reached for the glass, but then put his other hand on his wrist to stop himself.

"Will you be ok?" Said Coco.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. I just need to focus on something else." Said the stallion as he went back to his plate.

Coco knew he was not doing well though. She could see beads of sweat form on his body, the shakes he made as he ate and the glances he made back to the glass. She couldn't help but be concerned "Would it help if you just drunk it?"

Crusoe sighed. "Yes it would, but you know what would happen then."

Of course she knew the effects, he would be substituting one desire for another. Coco wondered if this was the real reason she brought her to this room with this colt. She took a deep breath as she figured out what needed to be done. "Go ahead. Take a drink."

"B-But-" Crusoe stuttered.

"But nothing, it is obvious you're suffering. Take a drink and then when your lust builds I will relieve it." Coco took her glass and drunk its contents. "There, now you don't have a choice."

Crusoe paused for only a moment seeing that, but then reached his arm out. To Coco's surprise it was not for his glass and instead for the bottle. He put it to his lips and sent his head back as he chugged it all down without taking a breath in between. Once it was empty he slammed the bottle down and wiped his lips. "Aaah" He let out in relief. "Thank you. I needed that."

Coco got up from her seat. "Well I guess we better get ready." She walked over to the bed and slid into it, laying on her back and spreading her legs. She could already feel the effects flow over her and she sent her fingers to her crotch. Rubbing her lower lips with her fingers, she could feel her excitement grow at the touch of her latex glove against her sensitive flesh.

Crusoe grabbed a carrot off his plate and ate it before heading to the bed himself. He climbed into it and positioned himself between Coco's legs. He put his hands on Coco's thighs, pushing them as far apart from each other as he could without hurting her. "I'll be gentle." He said, putting the head of his cock against her wet mound.

Coco grabbed the blanket on the bed and braced herself. Crusoe's penis wasn't as big as some of the other stallions she had inside her before, but it was nothing to scoff at. As she felt him push inside of her she closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip, trying to phase out the initial pain of the stallion entering her.

Crusoe let out a loud grunt, giving one big thrust to push the tip of his dick inside Coco. Coco gave a cute yelp in response as her pussy stretched to accommodate the stallion.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Crusoe said, wanting to make sure.

"No, please keep going." The mare replied as she felt her desire grow. She wanted him, at least that is what her body was telling her.

The stallion nodded and pushed harder into the small mare, not stopping until his crotch pressed up against her's. He loved the feeling of being inside a mare. His master had kept him horny with constant teasing and frequent doses of his "drug". It had been some time since he had release. Leaning down he put his hands on Coco's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them gently as he started to move his hips back and forth.

Coco's moans filled the room as Crusoe thrust himself in her again and again. His girth filled her nicely, stretching out her passage slightly, yet not hurting her. She could feel his every touch inside and it felt nice. She could soon feel her back arch as she went into orgasm. Her pussy spasmed and contracted around Crusoe's cock, sending his pleasure to its peak. At the last moment, he pulled completely out of Coco and shot his wad all over her front.

The two ponies panted as they basked in the afterglow of the moment. They had both satisfied each others' needs. Crusoe bent down and kissed Coco's lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck she returned the kiss. Coco was starting to think that this date Suri had set up was just what she needed. That was until she heard the lock on the door turn.

"Ah, look what we have here." A voice said coming from the doorway. Coco and Crusoe's heads zipped in its direction, and at it were two male society members. One of them a blue furred unicorn with blonde hair and pegasus that matched his color scheme holding a black sack in his hands.

An angry look grew on Crusoe's face and he was about to get off the bed to try to deal with the other stallions, but was stopped when the unicorn used his magic to push him face down on top of Coco. "Please, don't get up on our account. We can help ourselves." Said the unicorn as he came over to the bed. Coco and Crusoe tried to struggle against the unicorn's telekinetic magic, but they found the unicorn's power too strong.

"We were looking for you Coco. It has been a while since we last played." The pegasus said as he re-locked the door and joined his unicorn friend. Coco was confused, she had never seen these ponies before in her life. It did not take her long to realize they were not talking to her.

"Can't you leave me alone?!" Crusoe yelled at the other stallions.

"Aww, but you are our favorite little twink Coco." The unicorn replied slapping and rubbing the bound earth pony's ass.

"Quit it!" Yelled Crusoe, kicking the best he could.

The unicorn pulled his hand away in recoil. "Woah there." He laughed "Seems you got some balls when your master is not around. Going to have to remind you who's in charge." The unicorn leans over and looks Coco in the face. "This your girlfriend? You two make a cute couple, don't you think?" He said to his companion.

"Yeah, I bet she knows how to milk a dick like a pro. Probably could take us both at once." The pegasus replied, opening his bag and taking out a large ring gag.

Coco gasped in terror at the idea of the two forcing themselves inside her at once. As much practice as her recent punishment had given her, she had severe doubts on her abilities to take two stallions at the same time.

"I guess if he wants to be left alone I could have her choke on us instead." Crusoe's anger seemed to peak at the pegasi's words, his body tensing up it seemed like he was going to put all his strength into his next push against the unicorn's magic.

As quickly as his anger flared up he just as quickly calmed himself and relaxed. "Fine, I give up. Leave her alone and I'll do what you want." he said hanging his head.

The pegasus went up to Crusoe's muzzle and put the gag to it. "Open your mouth then, like the bitch you are." Crusoe opened wide and let the gag into his mouth. Quickly strapping it to the earth pony's head the pegasus returned to his sack. "You're really in no position to negotiate. If you can please the both of us though we will consider not making her our cock warmer" He said pulling out several lengths of rope.

A few moments later the pegasus and the unicorn had finished tying the ropes on both Crusoe and Coco, keeping the stallion on top of the mare and belly to belly. The four lengths of rope that held them together went in between the bed's mattress and box spring, the ends knotted so that Crusoe right hand connected to Coco's right one, her left foot connected to his left one and so on.

The two ponies tested their binds and found that the ropes lengths where tight and that any movement from one would tug on the other pony, forcing them to spread out their arms and legs apart, lest they hurt one another. Crusoe gave Coco an apologetic look as their tormentors circled them, inspecting their work. He knew that if not for him being here the mare would not of gotten caught up in all this.

"I think everything is ready." The unicorn said climbing in the bed behind Crusoe. Licking his middle and index finger to get them wet the unicorn then pushed them against the stallion's hole and plunged them inside. Crusoe's eyes went wide as he let out a pain filled moan. "This colt sure is." The unicorn continued, wriggling his fingers around before removing them.

"Good." Said the now nude pegasus as he straddled himself over Coco's face, his balls laying atop it. "Let's fuck him up. I want him to remember that he is the slave..." The pegasus grabbed Crusoe by the ears and shoved himself in the stallion's mouth. "And that he lives to pleasure us."

The unicorn nodded and undid his pants to show his own erection. Spreading Crusoe's ass cheeks apart he pushed himself inside as well. As the shaft slid deep inside, Crusoe found it harder and harder to control himself. His muscles forced him to pull against the ropes at the pain of being penetrated which in turn stretched out Coco's arms and legs likes some sort of makeshift torture rack.

She screamed out in agony as the stronger male pony pulled. It felt as if her arms were being yanked out of her shoulder sockets and her legs her legs were going into a split. Hearing her cries Crusoe tried to stop himself, but it was in vain as the unicorn pulled out to his tip only to drive himself back inside. He groaned into the cock that was threatening to force its way down his throat.

The two stallion pounded the earth pony at both ends, all the while Coco being a helpless witness to the event. She couldn't help but feel this was her fault. It was obvious that Suri had set this, building her up with the idea of something remotely "normal" only to tear her down again. Now one of the only good stallions she met since she came here was being raped right on top of her. She wanted to help, to do something, but a strong tug on her arms gave her a painful reminder that she had no control.

It felt like an eternity passed before the stallions finally came. They thrust as hard as they could into Crusoe, as if they were trying to meet somewhere in the middle, making Crusoe's spine curve backwards as they pressed hard against him. With a loud moan of victory, the two came inside the powerless stallion. Now satisfied they pulled out of Crusoe and let him slump over limp on top of Coco.

"Ok you two, it was fun but we got to go." The pegasus said as he got redressed and put the ring gag that was used on Crusoe back in his sack.

"Have fun getting out of those ropes." The unicorn added as he opened the door for his associate. The two left, laughing at the bound ponies plight as they locked them in the room once more.

The moment they were alone Coco let herself go. Breaking down in tears she turned her head away from the violated stallion. "I'm sorry! It is my fault!"

"W-what?" Crusoe replied, still a bit shaken from the ordeal.

"I couldn't do anything to help and if I wasn't here then they wouldn't have raped you." Coco shook underneath the stallion as she wished to herself that she had never been born.

She suddenly felt the gentle touch of Crusoe's lips against her neck. "That is nonsense. None of this is your fault. Those guys are friends of the pony that captured me. They have been after me since day one."

Coco looked the stallion in the eyes. She saw the kindness that reflected in it and let out a half sob, half laugh. She still felt bad about what had happened, but Crusoe did comfort her slightly. "But-"

Crusoe kissed the mare on the lips, cutting her off. "But nothing. Don't cry, don't let them win. We will get past this and then maybe..." The stallion nibbled at the base of one of Coco ears, exciting her slightly. "Maybe we can work on a real relationship. You know, without the ropes and random ponies barging in on us. Now come on, I think we can get free if we can slide ourselves up the bed."

Coco wiped her eyes on the mattress and nodded. She felt safe close to Crusoe, despite all that had happened. Doing her best to move with him she thought about how brave he was and how he tried to protect her when she was threatened. It was good for her to know that despite all the horrible ponies around her that wanted to hurt her there were those who would go out of their way to prevent that. Crusoe, Octavia, even Flitter. They were her lights in the darkness that wanted to swallow her whole.

Author's Note

for those not familiar with every background pony here are images for Coco Crusoe and Flitter.

Heart of Stone

Suri walked down an alleyway that had become familiar to her over the past month or so. Each time she did, it put a grin on her face, knowing what was waiting for her. Stepping down a set of stairs and knocking at the door on the bottom landing, she was greeted by a pair of eyes from the slot in it. A few seconds later the door opened.

"Miss Suri, welcome." Said the doorpony.

"Thank you Heavy Hitter." She said entering the building. "Any news?"

The stallion closed the door and locked it. "Actually I'm suppose to give you a message. It's from Lady Tourmaline."

"Oh? What does she want from me?" Suri replied. Since Schorl was the leader of the society any message from her was treated with importance.

"She wants to speak with you in her chambers." Said Heavy Hitter.

Suri began to worry a little; she hadn't been called for a private meeting with Schorl since she first joined the society. Did she do something wrong? Suri didn't want to think of what would happen to her if she had done something to offend Schorl.

"Is she there now?" She asked. Heavy Hitter nodded in reply. "Ok, thank you for telling me." With that Suri headed down the hall to Schorl's chamber. Dread entered her mind as she thought of what this could be about and not being able to pin down anything she had done against the rules of the society. Making it to the double door of Schorl's room she stood there for a for a full five minutes before finally knocking on the door.

As the doors came open she saw a large minotaur in front of her. The club had several minotaurs that worked there as stage hands or security to make sure that all the members followed the rules and that slaves of the society could not escape. There were few ponies that could deal with the pure brute force that a single minotaur possessed, let alone a group.

The one in front of her was known by the members as Sartek and was Schorl's personal bodyguard, at least from what she had heard. She had never seen a time when anyone tried to attack the crystal pony in the club, and as far as she knew Schorl never left it.

Sartek let out a snort and moved out of the way. "You have been expected. Enter, you have taken long enough all ready." He said in a deep, gravelly voice.

Suri did as she was told and entered the crystalline room in which she had first met Schorl. Heading to the black throne at the other side of the room, she spotted Schorl sitting on it with her personal slave unicorn, Sweet Mint, standing next to her. The unicorn had been long since tamed and Schorl used her as a maid, dressing her as such. At the moment, the unicorn was at the side of the throne holding a silver tray in her hands with a wine bottle and two filled wine glasses on it.

Schorl took a glass from her servant's tray and drank from it before addressing Suri. "Hello Miss Suri," She spoke in her usual sultry tone. "I am glad to see you. We have much to discuss about your future in the society."

Suri noticed that the crystal pony's tone seemed to denote she was in a good mood. This made her relax, but she still was clueless to why she was here. "Lady Tourmaline." She said grabbing the edge of her dress' skirt and curtseying. "Might I ask what you mean by that?"

Schorl gave a gesture to Mint and the unicorn walked down to Suri. "Drink?" She said, offering the glass on her tray. Suri, not wanting to offend, took the glass and sipped on the liquid inside.

"You are about to advance in rank." The crystal pony continued. "Your performances for the society and your pet Coco have turned a few heads among our members. Because of that you will have a few more responsibilities, but there are perks that come with it too."

"What kind of perks?" Asked Suri.

"Straight to the point," Schorl said placing her glass on the arm of her black crystal throne. She walked right up to Suri and slid a hand up the bottom of Suri's shirt. Suri didn't resist as the mare grabbed her breast and massaged it. As the slaves of the society were the playthings of its members, the members were the playthings of Schorl. The only difference was that while the slaves could be abused as the members deemed fit, Schorl restricted herself to simple touches and teasing. "I like that in a dominant mare, but before I explain that we need to talk about what you must do first."

Suri trembled in pleasure at Schorl's grasp, but focused on the crystal pony's words. "And what do I have to do?" She moaned out.

Schorl brought her face to Suri's and looked deeply in her eyes. "Oh nothing too hard, just complete one of the society's sacred rituals."

The moans and groans of other ponies filled Coco's ears. "Come on...." She said as she laid on her back, rubbing her clitoris as she added her own desperate whines to the noise. "I just want to get some sleep.... please be quiet...." She opened her eyes and looked at the bars of the cage she was in, the bars that kept her from going anywhere else.

Coco was currently in the society's kennel, the place where they put slaves that were not being used by the members. Lining the walls of this room were cages that stacked three cages high on top of each other to the ceiling, but Coco had no idea how many cages there were in the large room. The fact that the center of the room had two more rows of cages set back to back with each other did not help with her count.

The cages were comfortable at least, having padding on the floor of them that made it soft enough to lay on. They were tall enough for an average sized pony to sit straight up while on their knees. The cages also had small feeders that were filled often enough to make sure the occupants did not go hungry. Unfortunately the food, while nutritious, did not taste very good and the only thing to drink was that blend of water and passion fruit that Coco had become accustom to, which was the reason for her current dilemma.

Coco stroked herself faster and harder, her own desire and the moans of lust coming from the other cages excited her weary form. As much as she wanted just to rest, the other kenneled slave ponies and her own fruit induced lust prevented her from doing so. Hearing a rubbery sound she looked over to a hole in the side of her cage to see a stallions erect shaft poking through it.

All the cages had these holes in the left and right walls. The holes themselves were filled with an elastic rubber material in them, leaving only a small, stretchy hole in the center of it. It was for this reason that the slaves were always arranged in the order of mare, stallion, mare, stallion. Coco gave the dick a disgruntled look. She was far too tired to suck the stallion off and even if she did it would leave her still wanting release.

The dick started to go in and out of the hole as the stallion thrust his hips against the wall of his cage again and again. "Come on.... come on! I n-need it!" Coco heard the stallion yell from his cage.

Coco just continued rubbing herself, driving her fingers into her mound as she watched precum trickle down the stallion's erection. "Go to the other side! I am not in the mood!" She yelled. Despite how the members of the society treated her she knew that she was at least an equal among the slaves. It was not that she was opposed to helping out a fellow slave, she had done so plenty of times at this point. She just wanted to be left alone to be left to her own devices.

"There is no one there!" The stallion replied in frustration, doubling his efforts against the wall. "Just suck it a little bit! I'll leave you alone then!"

"No, just deal with it yourself! I am trying to sleep!" She yelled back once more.

"You bitch! Cum drinking slut! You think you're better than me?!" The stallion yelled in anger.

Coco rolled her eyes as she continued to pleasure herself. If she didn't want to help him before then calling her names didn't give her any reason to change her mind. It didn't matter much though as soon Coco felt a spray of warm cum hit her stomach, the stallion working himself against the hole enough to bring himself into orgasm. As his dick grew softer he retracted through the hole.

The next thing Coco knew a ringing came to her ears as a nightstick hit against her and her neighbor's cage bars. "What's going on in there? You two are being too loud."

Coco quickly got to her knees and placed her hands on her legs. She knew that if the stallion was smart he was doing the same as the minotaur guard looked into the cage. "I was-" Coco started

"I needed her to suck my dick sir, but she wouldn't do it. I think she still doesn't realize she is just a whore." The stallion cut her off. Coco was taken aback, but she knew that some ponies would sell out another if it meant less punishments for them. She also knew that talking out of turn was not appreciated, so she got the last laugh when the minotaur jabbed his stick into the stallions cage to hit him.

After punishing the stallion the minotaur redirected his attention to Coco. "Is that true mare?" He asked. Coco nodded in reply. Grunting the minotaur hit his stick against the cage's padding, making Coco jump. "You are to service all stallions that ask you. Don't you know this?"

Coco looked down, trying not to make eye contact. "I do, but I'm exhausted sir."

The minotaur put his stick under her chin and lifted her head. "Coco huh..." He said reading her name off her collar. Coco caught him smirking, like he knew something she didn't. "Apologize for being a stupid cunt mare and I will let you get away with it."

Not wanting to test the minotaur she complied. "I-I'm a stupid cunt mare, please forgive me sir." She said holding back her disgust. As sadistic as the members of the society were at least most of them were not as vulgar as the minotaur guards.

The guard removed his stick from the mare and went to another cage in view of Coco's. Tapping his stick against the bars of it he then said. "You, get up. I need someone to show a dumb mare how to suck cock." Coco got right up to her cage bars, wrapping her hands around two of them. Seeing who the minotaur had picked she hung her head.

Flitter approached the bars, scooting up to them on her knees. Without saying a word she pushed her muzzle out of the cage and opened her mouth. The guard unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was not the first time Coco had seen a minotaur penis, but each time she did it amazed her. Simply speaking the sheer girth of the member made it impossible to ever enter a pony without causing intense pain. The only pony that Coco had seen even came close in size was Golden and that was only because he was a bigger breed of pony.

After a few strokes from the minotaur he became fully erect. As he put the head of it to the cage Flitter closed her eyes did her best to lick it all over. She took her time, going over it slowly as she covered every inch in her saliva before pushing the tip of the over sized penis into her mouth.

The guard looked over to Coco. "See this is how you slut mares should act.” The minotaur said through a pleasured grunt at getting sucked off. “Docile, obedient, ready to please at a moments notice." He rubbed his dick as Flitter kept up her pace and soon he let loose his cum. The amount that a minotaur could shoot at one time was staggering. Each spurt was like a full amount from a stallion, making Flitter back off the thick shaft to avoid drowning, and by the time the guard was done Flitter's face and breasts were plastered with the minotaur's semen.

Flitter brought her hands up to her face. Using her fingers she scooped up a bit of the sperm and then placed it in her already full mouth, swallowing the thick, salty load before speaking. "Thank you sir. It is very tasty." She said.

The guard watched her take a few more scoops before walking away. As soon as he was out of sight, Flitter spat out what was left in her mouth and tried to wipe the rest of the cum off her body. Coco didn't blame her. She had a taste of it once before and if she had a choice, she would down a gallon of stallion cum instead. Now that the guard had finished, Coco leaned back and returned to stroking her slit. Despite how bad she felt for causing Flitter to have to suck off the minotaur, her lust was still not satiated.

Not long after, Coco finally managed to both get herself to climax and get herself to sleep, but what met her in her dreams was not pleasant. Images of all the training she had gone through up to this point was all she could think of, and it felt like she was reliving every single moment again. The problem was that this time she was enjoying it.

She felt safe at the end of her leash and pleasure at the touches of the society members. Even remembering the feel of the whip had a certain satisfaction to it. It was like in this dream she was a totally different person. To make it worse this was not the first time she had this dream.

"Wakey, wakey my little pet." Coco heard from just outside her cage. Opening her dreary eyes she saw her mistress, Suri.

Coco couldn't help but be happy. Not because it was Suri, but because her being here meant she could leave the kennel. Getting back on her knees she gave her brightest smile and greeted her. "Hello mistress, are you ready to use me?" She said politely, not wanting to give Suri a reason to leave her in the kennel.

"My, my, my. You sure are chipper today." Suri said opening the door. "Did you have fun with your friends?" Suri took Coco's hands and helped her out of the cage and to her feet.

"Not as much fun as when I am with you." Said Coco. Considering what happened with the guard and the stallion, this was not actually lying. "So what are we going to do today? Do you want me to pleasure you? Taking me to the stage again for a show? Perhaps share me with some of your friends?"

Suri put a finger to Coco's lips. "You seem eager today. That's good, but before we do anything...." Suri touched a bit of dried cum on Coco's fur. "You need a shower. No one likes a filthy slave."

Moments later Coco found herself in the safety of the shower room cleaning herself. Just being under the warm waters once more made the events of the kennel feel like a distant memory. She looked around the shower for any familiar faces, but this time there was no one.

It was not unusual, no pony had a specific schedule as doing that would give the slaves a way to tell time. Despite this she did at least want to know if anyone had seen Octavia recently. Grabbing her liquid soap she moved away from her shower and headed over to one of the other mares, a unicorn.

"Excuse me." Said Coco trying to get the unicorn's attention. As the unicorn turned her head Coco's gaze was instantly drawn to her horn, bound with a metal band.

Coco knew what is was, she had seen them so often. Because magic would be dangerous to the society if used against them, all unicorn slaves were fitted with the bands, which sealed away their ability to use their horns. Not only that but the bands were enchanted so that once they were on they would not come off without a proper counter spell.

She quickly brought her eyes back down to the unicorn's face, not wanting to insult the mare. After all, cutting off a unicorn's magic was like taking away an earth pony's ability to use their hands or a pegasus' wings. "I'm sorry, but have you seen Octavia lately? I have been kenneled for who knows how long and I just wanted to make sure she was ok."

The unicorn gave Coco a grim look. "You haven't heard then." She said.

Coco didn't like the sound of that. "What happened? Is she being punished?" Asked Coco.

"Yes, but not like you are thinking." She continued. "She was caught trying to escape. She somehow got one of the owners, a mare, in bondage and use her clothing to disguise herself. I don't know how far she got but I know she didn't get out."

Coco put her hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp. This was unprecedented and she knew that the consequences would be dire. Speechless she let the unicorn go on. "Afterwards they brought her to the lounge and forced her to endure sex with one of the minotaurs. After that Lady Tourmaline personally punished her. First she took a whip and gave her twenty lashes to her back. Then she made to drink several bottles of hot sauce. Lastly they tied her to a chair and started drenching her with ice-cold water."

The unicorn took a seat on the shower room floor as she finished describing the event, holding her legs in her arms. "I was there to see it all. By the end she cried for mercy, begged them to stop."

Coco couldn't believe it. Octavia, the pony she considered her sister in this terrible place, tortured far beyond any other she had seen before. "What happen to her after that?!" Said Coco in a mild panic.

"I.... don't know...." The unicorn replied. "Octavia was taken away by Lady Tourmaline, I think I heard her say something about bringing in her owner about this."

Coco didn't know what to think, she quickly rushed back to her shower and washed herself. Once she finished she ran into the changing room, got dressed in her collar, gloves and boots, and ran out in to hall. She was about to run into the hall, not exactly knowing where she would go, but she stopped once she heard a familiar voice.

"That was fast. You really are eager today." Suri said getting out of her seat.

"Umm.... yes. Of course." Said Coco. She was still worked up, but getting in trouble wouldn't get her anywhere. She waited for Suri to walk past her and followed closely. As they turned a corner Coco stopped walking. "Uh.... Suri, can we please talk."

Suri stopped on spot. "What did you call me?" Taking a deep breath she turned around, approaching Coco with a pasted on smile. "Now my dear Coco, I thought we went through this before." Suri grabbed Coco's collar, pulling her close so the two were snout to snout. "Do you want me to hurt you? If you do I assure you that I can make arrangements."

"No!" Coco trembled at the quiet rage she saw in Suri's eyes. "It's just that I have an important question. Please, I promise I'll be good if you just answer it."

The glare Suri gave seemed to intensify every moment as she stared down her slave. Coco could swear that a full minute had passed before Suri finally let go. "Fine, ask." She said, the tone in her voice making it known that she was not at all pleased.

Coco knew she was in trouble, but she had come this far. "Please tell me, do you know anything about another slave named Octavia?"

"Octavia? You mean that mare we saw on stage a while back?" Suri replied "Why do you ask? Do you have a crush on her or something?"

Coco blushed a bit at her words. "No, I just heard she got in big trouble lately. I want to make sure she is ok...."

Suri shook her head. "So you are worried about some pony who is a bad influence on you." She let out a small sigh. "I might have heard something about her, that she is being detained 'till her owner gets here today. Then it will be up to him to decide what happens to her. I have heard talk of 'solitary'."

Coco didn't like how Suri said that. "What does that mean?"

"From how it was explained to me she will be locked away in the deepest part of the club, far away from anyone. While they will keep her fed, she will not have any contact with anypony. They will let her slowly slip into madness until she becomes something easier to manage." Said Suri.

"No.... no, no, no. Please no." Coco just couldn't let that happen. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Suri's legs. "Mistress, you have to get me to talk to Octavia's owner. If you do..... I will do anything you want.... anything."

Suri watched as the smaller mare sobbed on her legs. "Come on, I haven't even met the bitch's owner. Just forget her."

"Lady Tourmaline!" Coco yelled, grasping for anything that could help. "She is holding Octavia right now. You know her don't you?"

"In a way... yes. Every member does." Suri was beginning to tire of this conversation.

"Then take me to her. Let me talk to her. I will accept any punishment after, but I have to try to save Octavia." Coco pleaded.

Suri thought for a moment and then said. "I will do it, as long as you do the next thing I ask of you without question." Coco knew if she didn't agree to this Octavia would be lost. She nodded her head in agreement, despite knowing she would regret it.

Shortly after Coco stood at the double doors that lead to Schorl's chamber. This was the first time she had been to this part of the club. She was nervous, she had no idea what to expect.

"Let's just get this over with." Said Suri as she opened the door. Coco was a bit in awe at the sight of the crystal room. It was the last thing she expected, thinking that her room would be some sort of dark dungeon. On the other side of the room she could see four ponies. She could not tell them apart from where she was standing, but she could tell that one of them was in some sort of device that restrained them. She was sure that was Octavia.

Suri stepped into the room with Coco close behind, approaching the other ponies. Getting close Coco could see her suspicions were true. Octavia was bound in a frame-like wooden device that held her by the wrists and ankles, stretching her out body in a straight line. She has a ball gag in her mouth, a blindfold over her eyes and some sort of plastic device in her ears, most likely to deafen her. She was panting hard as she stood there on display, but aside from that she seemed fine.

The other ponies were giving Octavia their full attention. They hadn't even noticed the two earth ponies coming in behind them. One was Schorl, the other two were unicorns that Coco had never seen before. The closest one to her, a pink haired mare with a pure white coat, was practically hanging off the other one, a stallion with equally white fur and a well-kept blue mane with matching mustache.

"It is a pity, but I agree she should be taught a lesson." Coco heard the unicorn stallion say as she and Suri got close, filling her with dread.

"Excuse me, Lady Tourmaline." Said Suri. "I am sorry for my intrusion, but my pet seems ready for the ritual."

Coco's eyes widened. "Ritual?" She thought. "She didn't mention a ritual. We are here to plead for Octavia's safety."

Schorl and the unicorns turn to the two earth ponies. "Ah, Miss Suri... you have impeccable timing. We have some guests." Schorl said gesturing to the two. "I want to introduce you to Fancy Pants and his consort Fleur De Lis."

The stallion extended his hand and Suri placed her hand in his. "A pleasure, I am sure." He said kissing the back of her hand lightly before letting go. "It is always good to meet other members." After the pleasantries he moved his gaze from Suri to Coco. "And who is this attractive young filly here?" He said, extending his hand to her as he had to Suri.

This caught Coco off guard. This was the first time a member of the society show her any kind of respect. She hesitated, not sure if it was a trick, until Suri nudged her side. Allowing the stallion to take her hand she introduced herself. "I-I'm Coco Pommel."

"What a lovely name for a submissive." He said repeating the gesture he gave Suri. "I am sure your mistress is proud to have you as a pet."

Coco was not sure what to make of this. In her time she had met many society members and all of them treated her like dirt. The look on his face one not one of a sadist or a rapist, but of a gentlecolt. Perhaps he would listen to her, perhaps he would show mercy where others had not. "Mister Fancy Pants, can I asks you something?" She said, receiving a glare from her mistress.

"Please, just call me Fancy Pants, my dear." he replied. "And of course you may."

"You.... you are Octavia's owner right?" Said Coco, starting to feel nervous.

"I am indeed. I acquired her some time ago after one of her concerts. Seeing how stunningly beautiful and skilled she was I knew I had to have her. Shame she seems so resistant to the training." He said looking to the bound mare. "But why do you ask?"

"She is a friend of mine." Coco said as she started to shake. "Could you please forgive her. I am sure she is sorry for what she did. You don't have to lock her away. Please don't do it." Coco hung her head in submission. "If it pleases you.... then punish me instead."

Coco felt Fancy Pants gently place his hand under her chin. He raised her gaze back to him. "You really care for her, don't you?" Coco nodded in reply, seeing the look of compassion on the stallion's face. "Well then I think that if your mistress is ok with it, I can allow you to be punished in her place."

Suri looked to Schorl. "Should I say yes?" She said, not sure what was appropriate in this situation.

Schorl smiled. "Of course, this is actually perfect." Schorl stepped up between Coco and Fancy Pants. "Coco Pommel, as your punishment you will undergo a rite of passage that will take you from being a simple slave trainee to a proper submissive. You will perform the Crystal Heart Ritual."

Not long after the declaration of the ritual, Coco found herself sitting on a dark blue blanket that spread out on the floor of the crystal chamber. In front of her were Fleur, Fancy Pants and Schorl, sitting in chairs that were set up a few feet away from Octavia. She watched as Schorl's horn started to glow, indicating that she was casting a spell. No matter where she looked though she could not see what the crystal pony was actually doing.

Schorl clasped her hand together in front of her and rested her chin on them. "Coco, this ritual is one of the most important things that you will ever experience, but it is also very simple. All that is required is an act of submission." With those words Suri stepped out from behind Coco holding a wooden box and placing in front of Coco before joining the others. "Using all the tools inside you must perform for us. As agreed if you do this then we will forgive Octavia for her escape attempt."

Coco quietly opened the box and looked inside. The contents of the box included a needle, two metal hoop rings, a small metal bar and a large phallus. Taking out the phallus first she inspected it closely. The object was made of a crystal material that was smoothed into a penile shape. It was obvious even to Coco what this was for. Bringing it to her mouth she ran her tongue along the head of the phallus.

She continued until it was wet with her spit and then stood it up on the blanket. Lifting herself up on her knees she straddled the object between her legs, pressing it against her lower lips. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes before plunging herself down on the large crystal, letting out a loud moan that echoed through the chamber.

Once fully inside her she tried to recompose herself as she took several more deep breaths. The smooth object was now lodged deep within her, threatening to enter her womb as it pressed against her cervix. Quivering, she reached into the box again and took out one of the rings.

The rings were made of a sturdy silver and a section of each was separated from the rest, having a hole in one end and an arrow-like shape on the other. It looked like she could press the two together to complete the hoop, but she was sure if she did it would never open again. Thinking for a while it dawned on her what they wanted and with a pout she reached for the needle in the box.

The pace of her breathing increased as she brought the needle up to her chest. Her hand shook as she moved it to one of her nipples. She tried her best to center it, but her unsteady hand kept making her miss. She finally set the ring in her other hand down on the blanket and used her now free hand to grip her nipple by the tip and pulled it out. Pressing the point of the needle against the now stretched skin she slowly pushed it through.

"AaaaAaaAAAAaa!" She cried at the sharp pain. She didn't look, but she could feel a small amount of blood flow from the hole she was making. Eventually the needle poked through but Coco kept pushing, not realizing that she had successfully pierced herself. This continued until the needle passed completely through her flesh and fell to the floor. Her eyes now filled with tears from the pain she felt for the ring. It took only a moment to find it and she used the point of the arrow shaped end to push it into herself. The hole stretched out, doubling in size to accommodate the ring, and once it was fully in she pressed the two ends together to lock it together.

"Ok.... Ok... one down..... one more to go...." Coco thought, looking for the needle. Taking it in her hand once more she pulled out her other nipple and pressed the needle's point against her sensitive flesh again. "And one.... and two.... and...!" She thrust the needle through in one go, her pain filled cries returning as she did. She didn't let the pain stop her, reaching in the box for the other ring and sliding it into place like the one before.

Coco wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at herself. Her new rings were covered in her own blood from being pushed through the holes she made. She wanted to wipe them off at least, but at the moment she had one other task to do. Reaching in the box a final time she pulled out the small metal bar.

Examining the bar she noticed that it had two little balls on it at either end. Further inspection revealed that one of the balls could screw off. This time she wasn't sure what it could be, so at a lost for ideas she looked to her mistress. Without saying a word Suri moved one of her fingers to her crotch and started tapping a certain spot. "Oh no..." Thought Coco as she figured out what it was for. Trembling she located the needle once more and took hold of one of the most sensitive part of her body, her clitoris.

Pinching the tiny nub she pulled it out from under its hood as far as she could. The small bit of flesh sorely throbbed in her fingers, as if it knew what was about to happen. "Do it for Octavia, do it for Octavia, do it for Octavia." She repeated in her mind like a mantra as she brought the needle to it. "Just do it!" Coco yelled in her head and gave a downward stab with the sharp piece of metal.

A shockwave of agony shot through Coco's body and forced her to scream louder than she had ever before, the sudden spike of pain she felt overloading her senses. As her breath emptied from her lungs, she lost her balance, falling backwards and hitting the floor hard.

"Its time. Suri, come with me." Said Schorl. The two ponies stepped over to Coco, who was quivering and whimpering as she laid wide-eyed from the shock, the needle still stuck inside her. "You did very good Coco." Schorl said as her horn begun to glow brighter and brighter.

Coco felt a hot sensation building in her chest. It wasn't the warm feeling of desire like she was familiar with, but a burning sensation that felt like an actual fire was lit inside of her. "STOP! It burns! It burns!" She begged as she writhed on the ground.

"Hush my dear. It will be over soon." Schorl replied. "Just endure for a little longer." The words never registered to the suffering mare, all of her focus was on the ever-growing burn in her chest. She watched the valley of her breasts where the burn was most intense and saw it start to glow with a white light. The light grew bright and in a sudden flash of brilliance Coco let out one last torturous yell before losing consciousness.

Suri looked at the broken mare at her feet. She lay there twitching, her eyes now devoid of any kind of intelligence as her tongue hung out of her mouth, lapping at the air. Moving her eyes down to Coco's crotch she noticed that the mare had become soaked in a final explosive orgasm that happened the moment she had passed out. "Did it work? Is the ritual complete?" Suri asked turning her head to the crystal pony.

"Yes." Schorl said as she stared at an object floating in the palm of her hand. "It is complete. Take this." She said, offering the object to Suri. The earth pony took it in her hand and saw that the object was a small heart-shaped crystal. "That heart contains the sum of sweet little Coco's will. Whoever possesses it will possess her."

Suri looked at the crystal closer. "What do you mean?"

"To put it in easier to understand terms, as long as you have that you will be able to give your pet any command and she will obey without question or objection. Whatever you want is her desire." Schorl explained as she went down to inspect Coco, remove the phallus and take the needle out of the mare's clit before replacing it with bar ring that was meant for the hole. "But we will have to wait for her to recover before you can test it, you cannot command something that cannot think."

Coco groaned as she regained her senses, some time passing since she had blacked out. Her head hurt, but at least the burning was gone. In its place however she felt a different sensation. She couldn't quite place the feeling, it was as if there was a void, like something was missing. She didn't have much time to focus on it as the sound of light applause reached her ears.

"That was a simply wonderful display of submission Miss Pommel." Fancy Pants said, clapping along with the Fleur, Suri and Schorl.

"Well she is my pet, I would expect nothing less from her." Added Suri. "In fact I bet she would like to do an encore. What do you think Coco?"

"I...I am not sure..." Coco replied meekly. "I feel strange...."

"Oh? You don't think you could just masturbate yourself for us? It would make me very happy if you did." Said Suri.

At her mistress' words Coco felt her hands move on their own. One of them moved up to her breast, grasping it and sliding her middle finger into her new nipple ring. Her other hand went down to her crotch, her thumb pressing against her sore clit with her index and middle finger running her labia. "Is this what you want mistress?"

"Yes, I want you to touch yourself until you cum." Suri smirked. Coco wasn't sure why but she felt compelled to obey, compelled please her mistress. She squeezed her tit hard and moved her hand around in a circular motion, her other hand driving its fingers deeply into her mound while using its thumb to flick the bar on her clit. With each motion, with each rub her pleasure built and with it so did her enjoyment of her public display.

"Merciful Celestia..... Coco!" The earth pony heard from just out of her vision. The small mare looked at the source and saw that it was Octavia, her blindfold, gag and deafeners removed by Schorl with her magic. Octavia stared at Coco's newly acquired piercings in horror. "What did they do to you?!"

"Go ahead Coco. Tell her what 'you' did." Said Suri.

Coco turned her body to Octavia, making sure not to let up on herself as she did. "I made a deal to save you." She said before squealing in pleasure, a smile forming on her face. "I took your punishment, pierced myself in front of our owners, all so you would be forgiven."

"No..." Octavia didn't want this. She expected to be hurt for her actions, but not her friend. She turned her head away in shame, despising herself for causing this to happen.

"What's wrong? Aren't you proud of her? She was so brave." Schorl said mockingly, stroking Coco's hair as the mare continued to bring herself to climax.

Octavia held back tears. All this time she wanted to protect the others that were too weak to protect themselves. To help them cope with this hell. Even her escape attempt was just to try to get someone who could take down the society. Now because of her, someone else suffered and was seemingly broken. Not being able to escape from this moment, all she could do was hang in head in despair as she listened to Coco let out a scream of ecstasy.

Fleeting Heart

"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

Freedom isn't Free

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".

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Fleetfoot opened the door to her home, relieved to finally get back. It was late, almost morning, and Fleetfoot's body was sore from Fancy Pants' and Fleur's use of her. They didn't actually screw her, as they had promised. Instead they made her obey their commands as they paraded her around their manor, teasing her sensitive parts to the point of being at her peak, only to leave her wanting more. It was so physically and mentally exhausting that she almost couldn't make her flight back to Cloudsdale.

Tossing her duffel bag on the ground as she entered the cloud house, she nearly collapsed on the spot, managing to only lock the door and walk a few steps before buckling to her fatigue. It was fortunate that the floor was made of clouds, else the impact would have surely hurt her. Too tired to try to stand or even crawl to her bed the pegasus closed her eyes where she laid and went into a deep sleep.

During her rest she didn't dream, all that was in her mind was a black void. She would have been happy for it if she was conscious enough to appreciate it. Anything was better than the nightmares she had been experiencing since she had performed the crystal heart ritual. The only problem she had during this time was the knocking sound she heard that wouldn't stop.

"Knocking?" She thought to herself, still mostly asleep. "It sounds close..... really close.... like its....." Fleetfoot shot her eyes open. She was not as tired as before, but she certainly didn't get a good night's rest. Shaking her head a few times to try to wake herself up she looked to her door. Just as she thought, someone was pounding on it hard. In her current sleep deprived state, each hit against the door was like nails being pounded in her skull.

"Ok! Ok! I'm coming! Give me a minute!" She yelled to the door, thankful that when she did the knocking stopped. Resisting every urge to just close her eyes and go back to sleep Fleetfoot got to her hooves and went to answer the door.

The pegasus undid the turn lock on her door and opened it, seeing a pegasus stallion standing in the doorway in a blue and yellow Wonderbolts uniform. "Hey there Fleetfoot." Said the stallion as he lifted his goggles off of his eyes, revealing himself to be Soarin. "Are you okay? You don't look very good."

Fleetfoot rubbed her eye and let out a yawn. "Oh, hey Soarin. What are you doing here so early?" She said as she look at the sky, seeing that it was sunrise. She groaned as she realized at best she got four hours of sleep.

"Well I came to make sure that you would be up." Said Soarin as he gave a concerned look. "You do remember that Spitfire wanted you at the tracks first thing right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I remember. I just didn't get a lot of sleep. Had a few things to do and didn't get back in till late. Come on in." She said waving him in the door. "Grab a seat. I'll take a shower and put my uniform on."

Soarin came inside, closing the door behind him. "I'll be quick, ten minutes tops." The pegasus mare made a beeline to her bathroom.

Fleetfoot quickly slipped off her clothing, tossed them to the floor, and jumped into her shower. The shower, like most of her home, was composed of clouds and was just formed into the shape of a normal shower. Reaching up above her head she tapped a small cumulonimbus twice and in return the cloud began to sprinkle down on the nude mare.

"Ah! Ah! Cold, cold, cold!" Fleetfoot yelled out as the chilly rain washed over her body.

She hopped around a bit as her body shivered and grew goose bumps, not wanting to change the temperature of the water as the cold would wake her up easier. Grabbing a rag hanging off a rail she gave herself a cursory rub down. It was less important for her to get clean as it was to get awake and be on time. After a few minutes of this she tapped the cloud again to turn it off, stepping out of the shower and running out the bathroom to get to her Wonderbolts uniform.

She stepped out of the bathroom, not realizing or caring that was not covering herself at as she walked through the house. Her uniforms were in her bedroom, which to get to it she had to walk through the living room. She hurried to get to it and as she entered the living room she heard a loud gasp.

Soarin stared at the naked mare in front of him, his mouth agape. He could see everything as the soaked mare strutted through the room.

"Oh Celestia! I'm sorry!" He said covering his eyes with his hands and wings. "I didn't mean to look!"

Fleetfoot stopped and looked at the stallion. She wasn't quite sure what he was going on about. "Look at what?" She asked.

"Well at.... your... well.... everything!" He replied. "You're naked!"

"So?" Fleetfoot said offhandedly, the word escaping her mouth before she even knew she was saying it. She had been conditioned to be naked in front of other ponies at the society and she could honestly say that she really didn't care. There were more humiliating things to worry about then a pony seeing her bare chest and pussy.

Soarin spread his feathers and fingers a bit to sneak another peek at the mare. "I can see your nipples!"

Fleetfoot looked down to see that they were sticking out, having gotten hard from her soak in the ice-cold water. Even so she still wasn't embarrassed being in front of him. She shook her head as though about how the stallion sitting on her couch was supposed to be her target for the society. Recalling how she at one point would have been similar to him and what she had to go through to get over her intimidation of the equine form, she knew that it would probably take a long time for him to the same status as she was now.

"Look, I need to get dressed. Just.... wait here." Said Fleetfoot, leaving the blushing stallion by himself as she got dressed.

Not long after that incident the two were flying the skies heading to Canterlot. Soarin had been silent ever since and it was beginning to get awkward, even for Fleetfoot.

"Soarin, it was really no big deal. It's not like you meant to do it." The pegasus mare said trying to console her teammate.

"That's not it.... I've just never seen you naked before. It caught me off guard and then you acted like it was nothing." Said the flustered stallion.

Fleetfoot gave a sly smirk. "Come on, you're telling me that you never tried to sneak a peek on us in the locker rooms?"

Soarin growled. "That's not funny. I almost lost my spot in the qualifiers because I lost my focus looking at some girls during practice."

“Wait? Really?” Fleetfoot said holding back a snicker. “What happened?”

"I clipped my wing on a ring during practice. It got hurt and Surprise and Spitfire tried to replace me with Rainbow Dash even though my wing got better quickly." Soarin seemed upset as he remembered the event. "If it wasn't for Dash figuring out what they did and chewing them out over it I would've been sidelined."

Fleetfoot couldn't say that she would have done any different if she was there instead. She even had an argument with Spitfire before she got captured by the society about how she felt that Soarin was not the best choice to bring to the qualifiers.

Now that she thought about it she got abducted the very same day and that might have been the reason they didn't look for her sooner. They must of thought she was just out somewhere letting off some steam.

Making it to Canterlot the two pegasi headed straight for the arena, flying in overhead so they could get to the tracks quicker. As expected, Spitfire was there waiting for them. It seemed that she was alone as no one else was with her. The two pegasi landed near her and gave a salute to greet her.

"There you guys are," Spitfire said as she looked at a clock on a nearby wall. "I guess you got here early enough. Are you ready to get started."

Fleetfoot gave her captain a determined grin. Despite how she tired she felt she was actually excited to get back to Wonderbolts duties. "Just try me. I am ready for anything you have to dish out."

Spitfire raised an eyebrow at her. "We'll see about that. How about we see you do a few laps around the track first as a warmup. I wanna see if you were at least training while you went off on your little trip."

Fleetfoot stepped over to the track's starting line. Crouching down she spread her wings out wide. She was ready for this. It was more than that though, after all she went through she needed this. Remembering how well she flew the day before while hindered she couldn't wait to see how she would do going when she went all out.

Watching out of the corner of her eye she saw Spitfire pull out a stopwatch. "Let's get started. Ten laps." Said the yellow mare lifting up her arm. "On your mark!" Fleetfoot pull her goggles over her eyes. "Get set!" Spitfire paused for just a moment and then lowered her hand and clicked a button to start the watch. "Go!"

Fleetfoot launched herself forward, shooting off like a bullet. She flapped her wings at a steady pace at first, not wanting to strain her wing muscles. Regardless, she already could tell that she was much faster than she was before. The look on both Soarin and Spitfire's faces confirmed that.

Circling the track once the blue mare giggled. "I bet Spitfire is going to tell me that was a new track record." She thought. "How about we shatter that time."

Fleetfoot began to increase her speed more and more, wanting to show the full extent of her training with her mistress. By about the sixth lap she was reaching what she felt was near "Sonic Rainboom" levels of speed. It excited her to no end, adrenaline coursing through her veins sending her into a high, but that excitement soon turned to fear as she begun to notice everything in her vision becoming a pure blur.

In her haste to see how fast she had become she had forgotten that, despite training her wings to push to these intense levels, she had not had time to train her senses to handle such speeds. Trying to put on the brakes she flapped her wings backwards and made a sharp turn, but the sudden decrease sent the mare careening out of control. Knowing that there was no way to stop herself at this point, the only thing left to do was brace for impact.

"I got you!" Soarin yelled as he jumped in Fleetfoot's path. She slammed into him hard, but the stallion managed to take the blow and wrap his arms around her. Next thing the two ponies knew they hit the ground, Soarin taking the brunt of the impact.

"Damn it..." Spitfire said to herself as she threw down the stop watch and rushed over to the two pegasi. "Is everypony ok?!"

Soarin slowly lifted his torso up off the ground. "I'm fine.... just gonna have one hell of a bruise."

Looking down at the mare in his arms he moved a bit of her ruffled mane out of the way of her face. "How about you?"

Fleetfoot's heart was racing. She was still in a bit of shock from the crash and was finding it difficult to form words. "I-I think I'm o-okay." Looking back up to Soarin her face blushed hard, turning a deep color of red.

"Fleetfoot!" Yelled Spitfire. "What was that?! I would think that somepony like you would know better."

Spitfire's shout snapped Fleetfoot out of her shock and she got to her feet, helping Soarin up once she got to her feet.

"Sorry, I don't know what got into me."

Spitfire crossed her arms. "We all know one of your biggest strengths is your speed, but if you can't control yourself then there is no point of going so fast." She said giving Fleetfoot a few mean looks. "Honestly I haven't seen anypony so reckless since that mare Lightning Dust was kicked out of the academy."

Fleetfoot flinched a bit at the mention of her mistress' name. "Ok, I get it. It was stupid. My bad. It won't let it happen again." She said trying to sound as apologetic as possible, a skill she had refined during her time with Lightning.

"Just get back out there and this time don't make one of us have to save you." Spitfire replied, going back to where her watch was. "Thirty laps! Come on! Chop, chop!" Fleetfoot hung her head and headed back to the track. This was gonna be a long training session.

The day went by and Fleetfoot got put through every standard exercise Spitfire could make her do within the confines of the arena. Flying through rings, wing ups, aerial maneuvers, even a bit of indoor cloud clearing. By the time they finished it was a little past noon.

Fleetfoot toweled herself off, having become sweaty from all the work she did. All in all it really wasn't that bad, nothing that the pegasus couldn't handle. She was happy to be finished though. Tossing the towel in a hamper she looked at her hands. "It's just as I figured...." She said, noticing that they were shaking slightly. It was about time for a dose of passion fruit, her body was telling her so.

"Hey!" She heard Soarin call out to her. "You did pretty good out there today. Well except for that one bit at the start."

She turned to face the stallion, sliding her hands behind her back. "Thanks. I guess I did push myself too hard there. I am just glad you were there to catch me."

"No problem." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm sure if I was about to crash you would be there to catch me too."

"Right, of course I would." The mare replied. "But I am still grateful. Tell you what, why don't you come over tonight. We can hang out."

Soarin's face suddenly turned red from embarrassment, remembering the incident from that morning. "I don't know.... I mean I don't want to intrude on your private time."

"It's fine. Just give me about three hours to get things together." Fleetfoot could see that the stallion was still being reluctant.

"I'll even cook us up something for dinner. Sound good?" She held back a smirk, if there was one way to Soarin's heart it was through his stomach.

"Dinner?" A big grin soon covered his face. "Well I guess if you're going to go that far I can stop by."

"Great." Said Fleetfoot flapping her wings to lift herself off the ground. "I'll just head home and get everything ready. See ya later."

The two pegasi waved goodbye to each other and Fleetfoot flew off into the sky, heading back to Cloudsdale. She decided not to attempt going at full speed though, she didn't want to risk another accident.

As she made it back to her home she rushed inside, slamming the door shut. She had only one thing on her mind the entire flight. Grabbing the duffle bag from where she had laid it the night before, she made a mad dash to the kitchen. Once there she zipped open the bag, dug through the bondage equipment and pulled out a rectangular container.

She licked her lips as she popped the lid of the end of the container. As soon as it came off the sweet scent of her treat hit her nose, sending her craving to its peak in a matter of seconds. Grabbing a plate from a cupboard the pegasus placed it on the counter and poured out the contents of the container on it.

Before her eyes now was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen, three purplish-pink fruits sitting in a row. She held herself back as her mouth watered over just the idea of tasting the powerful aphrodisiac. She wanted this, perhaps more than anything in all Equestria at the moment.The best part was that without her mistress or a society member around she didn't have to worry about getting whipped, spanked or hurt in any way. She could just sit back and enjoy herself.

Grabbing one of the fruits she shoved it into her mouth, biting into it and causing the juices to explode on her tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" She moaned in her mouth, there was nothing that compared. Chewing the fruit till it was nothing but pulp she gulped it down. "Wooonnndddeeerrrfffuuulll.." The pegasus said in near orgasmic pleasure as she wiped her mouth off. Looking back to the plate she examined the other two fruits left on it. "Two left.... if I can hold out for two days each I can last till next week with no problem."

She took a peek at a clock in the kitchen, seeing that she had plenty of time before Soarin got there. She reached back inside the duffel bag and grabbed a vibrator out of it, the same one that had been forced into her the night before. Licking her lips she headed straight to her bedroom, almost skipping along the way there. She never had the opportunity to just lie back and play with herself while under the effects of passion fruit before and she was sure she would enjoy it.

"It has to be better than being beaten." She thought, recalling every time before where she was whipped, paddled, had a rope ground between her legs or any other number painful torments that were forced on her to make her cum.

Making it to her room she slid off her Wonderbolts uniform, revealing her naked form. Her pussy was already soaked from just the walk from the kitchen to her room, a reminder of how potent an aphrodisiac it was. As heat flowed over her body she quickly moved over to her bed, passing a large wooden case with a sliding glass door that held some of her old medals and trophies. She stopped for a moment and stared at a medal in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"I wonder what it would feel like if I used that." Fleetfoot thought for a second before pushing herself away from the case. "No, that is just the fruit talking. We already have a toy, no reason to use these too."

The pegasus slid into her bed and turned on her back, laying her head on a pillow as she spread her legs. The bed was made of a soft fluffy cirrus cloud. It was incredibly comfortable, allowing her body to sink slightly into it. Relaxing in the cloud she lifted up the phallus in her hand, flipping the switch to make it vibrate. She took a deep breath and pressed the tip of the vibrator against her labia.

She squealed loudly at the very touch of the vibrating rod. The passion fruit was doing its job, making her body incredibly sensitive and increasing her libido to unimaginable levels. Wanting to savor the feeling she slowly moved the tip across her fluid soaked lower lips, starting from the top and working her way down only to bring it back up to her clitoris.

The mare whimpered and moaned at the feelings she experienced from just the sensation of the toy running along her dirty pussy. She had only just started, but already she craved more. Positioning the solid rod at entrance of her womanhood she carefully slide it in, letting out a cry of ecstasy as she cupped and squeezed her small breast. The width of the toy stretched her out, filling her tunnel with its girth.

"Yes! Yes! Oh thank Celestia yes!" She yelled aloud as she sent the phallus deeper inside her body, pressing the tip of it against her inner walls. This was what she needed, this was why the passion fruit was so addictive. Just the intense pleasure it offered from behind its thin layer of fuzzy skin. It was bliss. If she could, she would never leave this state of mind.

Fleetfoot felt her wings now fluttering rapidly. It was an embarrassing quirk that a pegasus' wings seemed connected to how they felt, spreading out when the pegasus was excited or aroused and flapping uncontrollably when happy or in the throes of sex. She didn't care though as she thrust the phallic object in her again and again, her juices splashing all over her body from the aggressive masturbation. She could feel herself reaching her peak and feeling her orgasm was just moments away she closed her eyes and let out a scream of delight.

Keeping her wild pace up for a few minutes after what she had assumed would be her climax, the pegasus begun to notice something was wrong. She wasn't cumming. No matter how fast she drove the toy inside her, no matter the angle she sent it in she was trapped at the edge of climax. As desperation set in the mare tossed the vibrator away in frustration and went to using her fingers, driving them inside herself and rubbing her vaginal walls roughly as she attempted to force herself to cum. It was to no avail though as the mare kept at it for a few more minutes only to be left wanting.

"I don't get it!" Fleetfoot cried out in dismay and she got out of the bed, one hand still in her cooch as she tried to walk. She wasn't sure where she was even going, so desperate to reach climax that she decided anything would be better the just waiting there for something that wasn't going to come. "What am I doing wrong!? What am I missing!?"

"I know what's missing."

Fleetfoot's eyes widened. She just heard someone's voice. She was not alone. "Who said that!? Show yourself!" Yelled the pegasus mare in her panic. She wanted to put up a brave front to the intruder, but as she was it hard for her to even stand let alone seem intimidating.

"You know who I am." The voice called out.

"No I don't! I have never heard your voice in my life!" Fleetfoot replied as she fell on one knee, the undying passion burning inside her becoming more than she could bear. Bracing herself against the glass door of her trophy case.

"You have heard my voice many times. You just try to ignore it." The voice said back, sounding annoyed.

"Look, I am in no mood for games! If you can fix this then fix it! I'll do anything!" Fleetfoot was coming to tears, the desire for release was just too great and nothing she did was helping.

"If that is true then look at me." The voice said coldly.

"I would if you just-" The room fell near silent as she looked the owner of the voice right in the eye, only the sounds of Fleetfoot's continued masturbation remaining. She had caught the image of the intruder on the reflection of her trophy case's door, but it was the last pony that she had ever expected.

"It is about time you realized what was going on." The pony, a female pegasus with blue fur, white mane and A cup breasts, stared right back with hatred in her eyes.

"What! But you're..!" Fleetfoot exclaimed.

The mare maintained her expression of hatred, but calming said. "Please, call me Fleetfuck."

Fleetfoot kicked away from the image she saw in the glass, pushing away until her back was against the side of her bed. The image she saw of herself was covered in bruises and cuts and wearing only a leather collar, much like how she remembered seeing herself in her nightmare. She stared at this twisted version of herself filled her with dread, yet she couldn't look away.

"What the hell are you?" Asked Fleetfoot, terror stricken.

"Isn't it obvious?" Replied the pony in the reflection. "I am what you keep denying about yourself. That little piece that you keep shoving away since you can't imagine yourself being like me."

Fleetfoot brought a hand to her head, grabbing hold as her panic worsened. "No, you're just some delusion. A side effect of the fruit"

"You could say that." The image conceded. "I would not exist without it and the work of our Mistress."

Fleetfoot raised her eyes to her doppelganger. "Our Mistress? You mean..."

"Shut up!" The image shouted. "You are not worthy of uttering our beloved Mistress' name. You are dirt, a filthy slut who doesn't know her place."

"B-beloved.... what the fuck do you mean?!" Fleetfoot's own expressions were turning to anger. She wanted to ring this mare's neck, but since she was sure it was just a hallucination she figured it would be pointless. "She has done nothing but..."

"Free you? Train you to be better than what you were before? Shown you your hidden desires, what you truly are?" The image gave a mocking look.

"All she ever did was bring me pain and humiliation." The mare retorted.

"Exactly." Said the image. "Face it, you love it. You love it when a stallion reams your ass. It sends a shiver up your spine went a mare forces you to cum at her skillful tongue. You get wet just thinking of the sting of a switch and scream in ecstasy as the whip cracks against your back. You're a masochistic whore, you just don't want to admit it."

"You are wrong." Fleetfoot said. "I am not a whore."

The image gave a gleeful grin. "So you admit you're a masochist?"

"N-no!" Fleetfoot sputter, she couldn't believe she walked right in to that one.

"Besides, if you are not a whore then why haven't you stopped finger fucking yourself since we started?" Fleetfoot looked down, seeing that her fingers were still in her dipping pussy. She had been at it for so long that a small puddle of liquids had formed beneath her. Realizing that she found her lust returning to her mind worse than ever, the undying fires of passion so hot she felt like she would turn to ash.

"H...Help...meee....." She pleaded to the image. It didn't matter if it was just a figment in her mind, it seemed to know something. "M...make...it....stop!"

The image shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know what you are talking about? You're not a whore, you should be able to stop on your own."

The pegasus mare cried, the intense inner heat and lack of orgasm was beginning to break her. If she wanted to get release from it she knew she had to play "Fleetfuck's" game.

"Fine I'm a dirty, fucking whore that likes to get beaten and loves being forced to have sex! That make you happy?!" Fleetfoot hung her head, even if it was only in her own mind having to say that hurt her pride.

"I guess it does.... for now." The image replied in an uncaring fashion. "And for that I will tell you the secret to unlocking what you want so bad." The image leaned closer, as if she was going to pass on a secret. "Demean yourself."

"What?" asked Fleetfoot, offended that the image would even suggest that. She was a Wonderbolt. Proud flier of Equestria and the pride of everyone in Cloudsdale.

"It's the only way. Treat yourself as the whore you are. None of this 'modest masturbation' crap. Humiliate yourself, walk out in the streets nude, ride some stranger's cock till he jizzes in your womb." The image held herself and shivered in excitement at the thought.

"I can't do that!" Fleetfoot cried in anguish.

"You can.... but perhaps we should start slow. How about this?" The image flew up the glass and stopped, looking at a column shaped trophy with a sculpture on top of a pegasus in flight. "Remember that day? Age seven, junior speedsters flight camp, first prize. It was the first time we had ever won anything. We got our cutie mark that day. It's one of our most cherished memories. Now how about we defile it?"

Fleetfoot couldn't believe what she was hearing. The image in the glass was even more sadistic than Lightning Dust, or perhaps she just wanted herself to suffer that much. She wanted to refuse, but at this point she couldn't help herself. If this was what she needed to do for release then she had to do it. Opening the case she grabbed the trophy and placed it on the floor.

Getting up on her knees the pegasus mare straddled the trophy between her legs, the tiny pegasus at the top off it quickly became slathered in Fleetfoot's liquids. Biting her lip and sobbing slightly she thrust herself down. One of her greatest memories, the reason she started seriously training to become a racer and a Wonderbolt, in a moment shoved inside her disgusting cunt.

She lifted herself up off the now soiled treasure from her youth, stopping only as the column left her pussy, leaving the metal pegasus inside. Concentrating on her task she once again pushed herself down on the object, screaming out in a mixture of humiliation and guilty pleasure as she took it in deeper this time.

As time went on she quickened her pace, her desires and burning lust taking over her body and shredding any decency she had. At this moment she felt exactly like what the image had said. A slut, a whore, she was dirt, but even worse was that she was truly enjoying herself. Finally her body submitted to her demands of release and gave rewarded her disgrace with the privilege to cum.

Fleetfoot opened her eyes. She had passed out as she reached her goal. She panted loudly, the warm feeling of her afterglow washing over her. She was happy, but at the same time disgraced. She had never wanted to do something like that before in her life and never wanted to do it again. She only hoped that her lust was sated for now and that her delusions had stopped. She picked herself off the floor and looked at her surroundings. At first she had no idea where she was, but then the feeling of dread returned and replaced every pleasurable feeling she had.

She was now in the case, stuck in the glass that she had seen her twisted reflection in before. She tried to make sense of it all, but before she could calm herself she noticed her double, Fleetfuck, was now beyond the glass barrier.

The beaten and bruised pony peered into the glass prison. "I see you're awake. Sorry I left, I just had to go get our collar." She said bringing a finger up to it so she could jingle the wing shaped tag on it. "I just feel naked without it." She giggled at her own joke, obviously pleased with herself.

Fleetfoot stared speechlessly. She didn't know what this meant, whether delusion or not. All she knew was that it was not good.

"Now I think it is my turn to get off." She said as she stood straight up and reached above the trophy case only to come back with a wooden block in her hands. "I remember this. It's the plaque we got for completing our training at Wonderbolts Academy. I wonder if our instructor knew at the time he was just handing out a glorified dildo."

Fleetfoot watch as the mare crouched down and held the plaque so that one of its corners pointed straight up. "No! Stop! You can't!" She yelled futilely as the mare positioned herself above the item and ground her dripping slit its edge. As she watched in horror Fleetfoot felt the hard wood against her own sensitive mound and felt the burning desire from before start to build once more. She could only helplessly observe though, as the mare fucked another one of her prized possessions, all the while making lewd expressions and ungodly moans as the pegasus wore her face.

Recruiting Soarin

Soarin flapped his wings proudly against the bright, midday sky. It had been a few hours since he left the Canterlot race track and he could hardly hold his excitement. He was going on a date with Fleetfoot, one of the most skilled and attractive members of his own team. It was strange, before this point no matter how many times he had tried to get with any of the mares of the Wonderbolts he was shot down, but with a free meal involved Soarin didn’t have reason to complain.

“Well... if I had my pick I would of preferred Spitfire inviting me over.” Soarin thought to himself as he delighted over the possibilities. “But Fleetfoot is smart, athletic, attractive and a nice pony to be around.”

Soarin placed his hooves on the streets of Cloudsdale, landing close to where Fleetfoot’s house was. “Now remember... this is her just thanking you for saving her earlier. Don’t expect anything from it beyond that.” He continued his thought as he approached the front door of the cloud house. “Play your cards right though and who knows.... maybe she will want to start dating regularly. You might even get laid.” He chuckled at his own absurd expectation. He knew Fleetfoot was a very professional mare and there was no way that she would sleep with another member of the team. Dismissing the idea he knocked on the door and waited patiently.

The door flew open and Soarin leaped at the sight before him. Fleetfoot stood in the doorway, completely nude aside from a leather band around her neck. The mare was a mess, perspiration covered her body making her skin glisten in the sunlight. Her mane was completely unkempt and as the stallion’s eyes drifted he noticed her crotch was dripping wet with her fluids.

“Um... I... uhh.... I have to go!” Soarin said in a state of shock. There was no way he could have prepared for this. He made an about face and took off to escape the situation, but the mare was on him. She grabbed his tail firmly and pulled the unsuspecting stallion out of the air, right through the door and into her home, tossing him on his ass.

Closing the door and locking it the pegasus mare examined at her prize. “Not so fast stud, me and you have a date.” Fleetfoot gave Soarin a lust filled look as she gripped her breast, squeezing it slightly as she let out pleasant moans.

“Fleetfoot! What the hell?! What is wrong with you?!” Soarin yelled, not exactly sure how to handle something like this. He had never seen a mare act like this before. Even when in heat they usually had some semblance of modesty, but Fleetfoot had seemingly gone wild.

“What's wrong? I thought you liked your girls to be a little loose.” Fleetfoot said with a pout, placing her index finger on her lower lip.

Soarin, calming down a bit and scooted back away from the mare. A little loose was an understatement. The way she appeared now it seemed as if she could take every stallion in Cloudsdale and still not be satisfied. “Look, I don’t think you are thinking straight. Have you seen yourself?”

Fleetfoot rolled her eyes. “Well sorry if I took the effort to get ready for you. I thought you might like to have a mare wrapped around your dick for once. We all know you have been chasing skirts for years now and I doubt you're some playcolt that can swoon a mare into your bed with a few sweet words or a glance.”

Soarin was stunned at what he was hearing. "Is this why you invited me over? To insult me?" He said, not enjoying this side of Fleetfoot. He had never seen her act this way before.

"No, of course not. I want to thank you for all you have done as my teammate." Said Fleetfoot as she went to the prone stallion, crawling over his athletic figure till the two pegasi were face to face. "Can't I do it with my body?"

Soarin couldn't contain his embarrassment having to turn his face away from Fleetfoot to prevent her from seeing him blush. "Are you serious?"

"Sure I am." The mare said before putting her muzzle to the stallion's neck, giving him a few light kisses as she tried to remove his clothing.

As Fleetfoot attempted to take off his shirt she found herself stopped when Soarin grabbed hold of her arm. "This isn't right. Something's wrong with you." He said.

The pegasus mare let out a noise of frustration. "Great... try to hand myself over to the biggest perv in the Wonderbolts and it turns out he has a code of chivalry." She thought as she removed herself from the stallion.

"Look...." She started as she tried to salvage the situation. "Maybe I came on a bit strong. I just thought that this was the kind of mare you liked."

Soarin picked himself of the floor and dusted himself off. "Do you really think of me that way?"

"No, I guess not...." The mare replied. "Could we maybe start this date over. I know I made a mess of things but I do want to thank you for earlier."

Soarin gave it a moments thought, this was a delicate situation. On the one hand he was very uncomfortable at the moment. Despite his objections, Fleetfoot's advances had some effect as he felt his solid penis press firmly against his pants.

On the other hand, it was plain to Soarin that this was some sort of cry for help. Combined with the vacation time she had taken it seemed like a clear sign that something was up.

For a moment he wondered if he should leave, go get Spitfire and have her talk to Fleetfoot. Then he thought about what the mare might do if he left her in this vulnerable state. If she felt rejected it was possible that she could go out and pursue another stallion to replace him. Soarin would never forgive himself if that happened.

"Ok I'll stay, but could you please put something on." Soarin said as he made efforts to keep his eyes off Fleetfoot's exposed body.

Fleetfoot couldn't believe the pony in front of her. She was about to tell him off, but realized if she did it would ruin her plans. "Fine..." She said, heading straight for her bedroom, much to the stallion's relief as he went running to the bathroom as soon as Fleetfoot was out of sight.

The pegasus mare stepped into her room, frustration evident on her face. She hadn't expected Soarin of all ponies to turn down free poon and she was in need of a good fucking.

"Not as easy as you thought, is it?" The pegasus heard from inside the room. Turning her head to her trophy cabinet to see her own reflection staring back at her with a scowl.

"Oh shut up." Fleetfoot said as she opened a dresser for some clothes. "I blame you for this. If you had some bigger tits he would've been putty in my hands."

The reflection's expression turned to one of smugness. "That's funny, I thought you were my masochistic desire. Turns out you're just my insecurity."

"Why don't you sink into my subconscious where you belong. That stallion will have me before the night is over." Fleetfoot said as she pulled out a pair of pink panties and a matching bra. "Ugh, we really need to get a new wardrobe. Something that says 'Bend me over and pick a hole'."

"Disgusting" The reflection said as she watched the pegasus slip on the underwear and head for the door.

"You love it." Fleetfoot replied.

As she left the room she spotted Soarin sitting on her living room couch, seeming a lot less tense now. "Good, a fresh start." Fleetfoot thought. "Operation: Wonderfuck is back on track."

The mare crept up on the stallion, Soarin not aware that Fleetfoot had entered the room. Sneaking over to the side of the couch she poked her head slightly above the arm of it to spy on her prey.

"So he isn't into slutty. Let's see how he does against playful." Fleetfoot slithered her body over the couch arm and along the cushions till she made it to Soarin. Turning her body around the mare laid her head in his lap.

Soarin looked down at the mare in his lap. "Fleetfoot.... is something up? You are acting..." He looked away from her face to her still partially exposed body. "Weird... to say the least."

"Nothign is 'up'. I just wanted to screw and I picked you to be the one I do it with. Nothing to get upset about." Said Fleetfoot as she stretched out . "Offer is still open."

Soarin shook his head. "I wanna talk."

"What about? My measurements?" The mare joked.

"No." He quickly shot back. He was beginning to get that uncomfortable feeling again. "Tell me about why you left when you did."

Fleetfoot puzzled for a moment about what he meant. "Ooh, you mean the vacation. Well if I have to be brutally honest it was about you."

"Me?" The stallion questioned.

"Yeah, we were talking about if we should bring you with us to the qualifiers." Fleetfoot smirked as she suddenly got a devious idea in her head. "Spitfire didn't want you to come. She was too worried that you would get distracted by all the girls, kinda like what you told me. I thought you would do fine and when she wouldn't change her mind I just got annoyed with her attitude towards you and decided to leave for a while."

Soarin was not happy to hear that. "Spitfire said that? Well it did happen, but that is no reason for her to want to remove me from the team for the games."

Fleetfoot was amused by his anger from her lie. "Yeah, she wanted to replace you with Surprise. I guess she decided that she had to take you after I left." Fleetfoot figured that Soarin wouldn't say anything about this to Spitfire. She was the captain and his opinion didn't really matter when it came to her decisions. Even if he did work up the nerve to confront her about it and she told him how it really went odds were he would believe her over Spitfire. The events of the qualifiers were proof enough as well of the fact that Fleetfoot was the first to tell him about the discussion. What would Spitfire do about it anyways, kick her off the Wonderbolts? That would just give her more time to spend at the society and with her beloved mistress.

The stallion let out a disgruntled growl, but decided go on to other matters. "So where did you go?"

Fleetfoot let out a giggle. "Ah, ah, ah. The first one is free, but now you have to pay for anymore information."

"Pay?" Soarin asked curious as to what she meant.

"Yeah, you just need to do what I say and I'll tell you anything you want to know." Fleetfoot didn't like the idea of having to be in charge of the situation. She would of preferred that Soarin called the shots. That he would instruct her in doing things that would shame her and make her feel pain under his touch. Seeing how he was acting toward her, however, she knew that that would have to come in baby steps. "Let's start with something small. Just pet my mane. I would like to feel your touch."

Soarin considered her request. It wasn't really asking too much of him to do something so simple. He placed his hand on her hair and started to stroke her, starting from the front of her scalp and moving it back until his hand touched his thigh before repeating the process again and again.

Pleased by the stallion's acceptance of her offer Fleetfoot closed her eyes to take in the feeling of being petted like a docile animal. "I went to Manehattan for a while. Saw the sights, met new ponies, learned a little more about myself."

"Learned more about yourself? Like what?" The stallion asked.

"Rub my breast." Fleetfoot said off offhandedly.

Soarin was about to protest, but remembered that the information he sought came with a price attached. Gulping audibly he used his free hand to cup Fleetfoot's small breast. This made the mare let out a slight moan as she felt pleasure from his firm grip. He continued to move his hand slightly, nervously playing with her firm mammary.

"Mmmm... ok, I will tell you my secret. While in Manehattan I learned that I was a masochist. That I liked bondage, whips and being used like a mare should be." Fleetfoot said with a slight tone of pride in her words.

Soarin's blush returned in full force as he clamped down hard on the mare's breast, surprised from her declaration. Hearing her make a loud squeal he immediately removed his hand from her body. He knew well of this type of sexual activity, but he thought it was just something that was just done in his mare magazines. There was no way that ponies did that for anything other than a job, at least that is what he had thought. "You like being played with that way? I mean doesn't it hurt?"

"Of course it does, that is part of the fun. The prick of a needle or the impact of a paddle against your ass. It makes everything feel so much better." Fleetfoot lifted her head out of the Soarin's lap and sat up on her knees. "Would you like to try it with me and find out? I have a whole bag of toys in the kitchen we could use to act out your wildest fantasies." She said in a seductive tone as she inched closer and closer to the stallion's muzzle. "Haven't you ever wanted a mare to be at your mercy? To have her blindfolded and crawling on her hands and knees as you lead her around by a leash. Making her beg to have your cock pushed into her mouth so you can take pleasure from her." The pegasus mare got right up against the stallion and gave him a quick lick across the snout.

Soarin's wings suddenly extended at the touch of her wet tongue. He was becoming unavoidably flustered at the behavior of his teammate. Hearing her confession to enjoying being bound and used he could tell he was in over his head. "S-so... that collar that is around your neck. That's...."

"It is a symbol of my desire to be used sexually. It was a gift from a pony who is very special to me. If you want though, you can be very special to me too Soarin." Fleetfoot moved in close, this time intent on kissing the stallion on the lips. She almost accomplished her goal, but Soarin's modesty came to the surface once more and he leaped out of the seat.

"Dinner!" He yelped out in slight panic. "You had me over with the promise of dinner. I sure am hungry, yes indeed." The stallion said trying to change the subject.

Fleetfoot crossed her arms. She was so close and she knew it. She practically had the stallion by the balls, but he wasn't going to make this easy for her at all. "I didn't have enough time to make anything. I was a bit busy taking care of other things. If you want you can have anything you can find in the kitchen."

Soarin nodded in reply and made a hastened walk to the kitchen, managing to get his erect wings caught in a doorway for a few seconds before sliding through. Once in the kitchen he braced himself against a table as he tried to concentrate on removing the naughty thoughts in his mind. It was becoming increasingly tempting to accept his teammate's offer, but he wouldn't let himself succumb to it. It just wouldn't be right, even if she seemed to want it.

"I need to focus on something else." He said forcing his wings to retract to their folded position. "Food... I just need to find something to eat as a distraction." The pegasus went over to the fridge and opened it. What he saw made him instantly forget about the horny mare in the other room.

Soarin's stomach clenched as he spotted the food in the fridge. All of it was spoiled and unfit for consumption, the results of one not cleaning their fridge for three months. Slamming the door closed he had to hold back his urges to throw up as he retched a few times. "Dear Celestia, has she even checked her fridge since she got back? That was horrible." Soarin was a bit sickened. He had never seen food in such a state before. It was apparent that dinner was canceled.

Soarin then went over to the sink and taped a small cloud to run a bit of water. He needed to put something in his empty stomach if he wanted to keep himself from being hungry, not having eaten since lunch since he thought that Fleetfoot would of had something waiting for him. As he cupped his hands to gather the liquid though he spotted two purplish-pink pink fruits sitting on a plate on the counter. Taking a quick drink he reached over and grabbed one. It looked fresh enough on inspection, no bruises or soft spots. He sniffed it first to make sure and then took a bite out of it. As soon as the flavor touched his tongue his eyes shot open. The sweet taste filling his mouth was unlike anything he tasted before. He quickly devoured the fruit and licked his lips.

"I wonder where she got something like that?" He thought to himself. "Manehattan? Maybe..." As he pondered the origin of this new delectable food his eye drifted over to the plate once more, the last remaining piece tempting him to take it as well. He wasn't very sure that he should take what was the last bit of edible substance in the house, but the thought of the taste hitting his senses again wouldn't leave his mind.

"She did say I could have anything in the kitchen." He reasoned to himself as he took the other fruit in his hand, opening his muzzle wide as he prepared to bite into it.

Fleetfoot laid on the couch with her hooves in the air, clicking them together every so often to try to stave off boredom. She was getting tired of this run around with Soarin. She was even beginning to think it might just be better to go to one of the Cloudsdale clubs and find a stallion there. She was a celebrity and it wouldn't be hard to find someone to pound her tight ass. Bringing her legs down to the floor she pushed herself upright. "What is taking him so long?" She said to herself. "I bet he's grabbing everything I got. I better go check on him." The mare got up went to where she knew Soarin would be.

Upon entering the kitchen she started to hear a familiar noise, one of heavy panting and flesh rubbing against flesh. She had heard it almost constantly while at the Society's club and hearing it once more brought a smile to her face. "Oh I see... This is why you were playing so hard to get. Sneaking off to jerk one off so you could pretend you're a nice guy." Peeking over a table in the center of the room her suspicions were confirmed as she found the stallion.

Soarin was sitting on the ground, his clothing completely removed and sprawled out across the floor. Soarin himself had his back firmly pressed against the side of her sink counter as he sat, his legs spread and his penis erect. He was a fair size, not very big compared to some she had seen at the Society, but not too small either. Fleetfoot watched as he used his hand to work his hard dick, beating it vigorously as he caressed his sack in the palm of his other hand.

Fleetfoot stepped up to the stallion and looked down at him as he moved his hand faster and faster in attempt to achieve orgasm. "You know you can stop that. I'm more than willing to do it for you." She said with a grin. How could the stallion refuse her offer now that he was caught like this. Soarin however wasn't paying her any mind, seemingly in his own world. "Hey! Are you in there?!" Fleetfoot said pushing her knee against his head. The pegasus stallion finally reacted at that and looked up at the mare. As the mare looked into his eyes she saw that there was no signs of intelligence in them, he was simply acting on pure lust.

"What the....? Soarin, what the hell hap-" Something in her mind finally connected and she turned her head to face the now empty plate on her counter. Leaping over to it she picked it up in desperation and turned it around again and again, as if doing the act would make the missing passion fruit reappear.

"No.... no no no no no!" Fleetfoot didn't want to believe what had happened. The fruit, the full supply for the week, gone. In a sad attempt to get something out of her lost drug she licked the plate over and over, only getting the smallest remnant of the flavor from it. "How? What have you done?!" The mare yelled as she smashed the plate against the counter. "I needed that! Now what and I going to- AAAhhHH!"

The mare found herself unable to complete her sentence as she feel something wet slide between her butt cheeks and run along her tight pucker. Soarin had crawled up her legs and pulled down her panties while she was focused on her loss. Now Soarin had had his lips wrapped around her crack, slurping noisily as he mindlessly licked her anus.

"L-let go!" She yelled as pleasurable feelings flowed up her spine to her brain. Attempting to escape she pulled away from Soarin only to have him clamp his hands on her hips and pull her right back to him to continue his oral assault. Squirming against his grip she found that he was not budging one bit. Fleetfoot was now at his mercy, but something was wrong as the mare no longer wanted to fuck the stallion. She didn't understand, until just a moment ago she would have been all for this kind of treatment from him. What was different now from just a moment ago?

Then it hit her. Grabbing a piece of the broken plate she looked in it for a reflection, catching a glimpse of her twisted image inside smiling back at her. "Fleetfuck" had retreated back into her subconscious and now was allowing Fleetfoot to get violated by her sex crazed teammate. "You little bitch!" She yelled at the plate shard before tossing it. As she did she felt Soarin push his wet tongue deeply inside her rectum and swirling it around. Fleetfoot screamed in pleasure and embarrassment as her insides were violated against her will. "Soarin! Get off!" She sent her fist against the stallion's head, knocking him off her briefly.

Fleetfoot tried to take this opening to get out of the room, but Soarin was quickly back on her. Diving at the mare he grabbed her by the hooves and caused her to fall forward against the cloud floor. Now that she was prone, face down on the floor the stallion leaped on top of her, pressing his rod against her flank. "Soarin for the love of Celestia stop!" The mare cried out as she felt his member slowly stretch out her tight ass. Clawing against the floor she managed to pull herself and the pegasus on top of her forward a bit. She just needed something, anything, to help her get out of this situation. Praying for something that would prevent her rape by Soarin she reached out, grabbing the only thing that was close. Only afterwards did she realize her mistake.

Pulling the object towards herself she found it was her duffel bag, filled with bondage gear and toys. The strong pull on the arm strap caused the bag to fall over on its side and spill out the items inside across the floor. She watched a large dildo roll across the floor right next her head and saw Soarin's hand wrap around it, lifting it off the ground. As she felt him pull his shaft out of her she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would have the toy inside her.

The mare's predictions were met shortly after as the stallion pushed the cylindrical plastic inside off Fleetfoot's butt harshly. The sudden stretch of her o-ring sent a feeling like fire to the mare's senses and again she struggled to get free, only to have the stallion put his full weight on her back by putting his hand on the nape of her neck and pushing downwards.

"Slut...." Said Soarin, his lust guiding his words. "I will make you mine." With that he reached for a few more items on the ground, starting with a ring gag. Forcing the ring into the now frightened mare's mouth he fastened it to her head tightly, making it pressed painfully to the back of her jaw. "I will cum in your womb. Make you drink from my cock. You will be my mare."

Fleetfoot did her best to stay still. At this point she knew that she was overpowered by Soarin's masculine strength. All she could do was let him have his way. She watched as he grabbed a few large straps from inside the bag, the straps being the size of belts. Making the mare bring her thigh and calf together he used one of the straps to bind her leg so that she could not pull them apart, wrapping it around the two parts before buckling it in place.

Once he had done the same to the other leg he moved on to her arms, forcing them together in a similar fashion before he bound them the same way. "There we go. A nice horny bitch." The stallion said as he looked over the mare, now forced to stand on her knees and elbows, which would have been a painful experience if not for her home's cloud floor.

Fleetfoot drooped her head a little. "When did my life become this? At what point did I lose control" She thought as she felt a leash clip on her collar. Soarin had her, just as her alter ego wanted. He was going to fuck her until the effects of the passion fruit passed, but with the double dosage he ate there was no telling how long that would be. Feeling a tug on her leash she moved her appendages to "walk" behind her newest master, allowing the hopelessness of the situation to sink in.

Taking the mare to the living room Soarin sat on the couch once more, lifting Fleetfoot so that she could "stand" next to him. Grabbing her mane he pulled the unwilling mare's head over to his crotch and pointed her muzzle at his fully erect penis, precum dripping from it as the appendage anticipated its soon to be trip down the pegasus' throat. Fleetfoot closed her eyes, trying to focus on something else. Tomorrow would be a better day, she could go to practice and this would all be over with, she was not some whore for the pleasure of other ponies, she was a Wonderbolt.

But even the comfort of such thoughts would not be enough as Soarin drove his cock through the ring gag and deep into the mare's vulnerable esophagus. Right now she was a fuck toy, a slave to someone else's desire as she had been countless times before, a pleasing sheath for a stallion's dick and a receptacle for his sperm. Making lewd noise as she started to choke around his powerful shaft she felt her mind begin to lose consciousness and her eyes rolled back into her skull.

It was only once she felt the touch of sunlight hit her body that she returned to the world of the living. Somehow she had made it to her bed, Soarin laying next to her with his arms around her body. she no longer had the straps around her arms or legs, nor the gag in her mouth, instead simply being shackled to the headboard of her bed by her wrists. Her body was wracked with pain and she could feel the splattering of cum that now covered it.

It didn't take long for Soarin to open his eyes as well, still tired from the night of unrestricted sex but awake. "Hey there Fleetfoot. Did you enjoy last night too?" Asked the stallion. "I guess I don't need to ask, you were all over me. If only I knew how good you were before. The things you can do, it's just.... wow." The colt snuggled up to Fleetfoot and rubbed his muzzle against hers. "Where did you learn all those tricks anyways?"

Fleetfoot didn't know what he was talking about, but if she had to guess she would say that her counterpart had taken over after she passed out to make sure Soarin would not relent at abusing her till he was done, nothing worse than a "dead" fuck. "So...." The stallion continued. "Does this make us a couple?" he said as he moved his hand down to Fleetfoot's pussy, pushing his fingers inside to stimulate the mare once more.

"A couple...." Fleetfoot murmured. She had never considered Soarin anything more than a teammate, but she did recall that she had a task to do involving him. It would be best if she kept him close so she could help him get more in touch with his sexual side. It would please Fancy Pants and Fleur too if they knew about the progress she had made in a single night. Perhaps they would reward her with an early resupply of her fruit. It might also help her to keep "Fleetfuck" at bay if she had someone around to regularly feed the beast. "Of course Soarin, I would love being your...."

"Girlfriend?" He interjected, saving her from saying something more degrading that came to mind. All in all, a single night of brutal sex was not going to change the stallion's overall respect for the mare he was laying next to.

"Yes, girlfriend." Fleetfoot nuzzled Soarin back and closed her eyes. She was still tired and she needed to rest. Spitfire wasn't going to go easy on either of them during that day's practice just because they were worn out.

The O.C. Party: Part One

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. :twilightsmile:

The O.C. Party: Part Two

Soarin made his way through the crowd as he followed the dark blue pegasus and his unicorn slave Lonely Heart, still unaware of that he was in the midst of an illegal slave ring. To him the party just seemed like a surreal experience where the ponies involved were proudly displaying their bodies to each other in an odd ritual of debauchery.

Learning his lesson from how he lost track of Lightning Dust and Fleetfoot, Soarin made sure to watch his new guides like a hawk, but he couldn't help but notice that none of the party guests seemed unnerved by the event like himself. Even when he did spot the odd pony out of the crowd that didn't seem completely enthusiastic, it was always one the submissives. Seeing them try to cover their private areas made him feel a bit less out of place, even if they were doing so while wearing silly looking grins on their faces.

Soarin decided to talk to the pegasus guiding him to relieve his tension. "So.... mister.... umm... sorry I didn't catch your name."

The blue pegasus looked back and for a moment Soarin thought he could sense a bit of irritation in his expression. "It's Brew." The pegasus said. "And you're Soarin right?"

Soarins face started to turn red once more. "Of course he would recognize me too." He thought to himself. "By the end of tonight I bet all of Equestria will hear about this. I'm never going to live this down."

"Right, Mister Brew...." Soarin answered. "How often do you ponies have parties like this?"

Brew raised a brow in response. "Why ask a question like that?"

Soarin chuckled nervously, "This is the first time I have been to something like this, and it is a bit... intimidating."

"First time?" Brew said, now a bit suspicious. "How did you get in this party?"

"Well...” Soarin said as he scratched the back of his head. "To be honest, I was invited by a mare I hadn't met till today. It was stupid of me, I know, but she was bringing my marefriend here and.... well let's just say it's complicated."

Brew looked ahead of himself once more, not wanting the stallion following him to see the look of slight panic on his face. This sort of party was not meant for outsiders and the mere thought that one was among the crowd of society members and tamed sex slaves filled him with a sense of dread. "Perhaps we should focus on finding the pony who brought you here," He said hastily. "I would like to have a word with her."

"Yeah, perhaps you're right," Soarin said looking around quickly to see if he could spot any signs of the two mares that he had come to the party with. He finally spotted a sign of Lighting Dust in the crowd, seeing her mane poke up above the heads of the other guests. "Hey, I think I see her over there." Soarin made a beeline in the direction of where he thought the mare was, Brew and Lonely Heart didn't notice him separate from them and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Once he made it through the crowd, Soarin found Lightning Dust standing next to a bunch of metal folding chairs that were placed around a circular table near the wall of the room. The pegasus mare was speaking to two other guests, who were watching a light brown furred, black maned unicorn mare dance along a pole in the center of the table. All the while, Fleetfoot wrapped her arms lovingly around her mistress' neck.

The first guest was a large, red male earth pony stallion. A blue pegasus mare in his lap riding his cock as she moaned aloud in pleasure, but the stallion seemed largely uninterested in her, as he watched the dancing unicorn with desire reflecting in his eyes. The other guest stuck out a bit more, however, as it was a female gryphon. The gryphon was dressed in black leather, wearing a pair of shorts and a zip up, sleeveless jacket. Aside from Fleetfoot and those in collars she was the only person at the party not wearing formal attire, which made her stick out even more.

"....and the crystal bitch wanted me here to make sure everything went off without a hitch," Soarin caught the gryphon say as he approached. "Speak of the pegasus, your boy toy is here."

Lightning Dust looked behind herself to see Soarin coming towards her "About time you got back to us," she snapped. "I see you went and got your dick sucked. Did you find yourself a mare to play with?"

"Wha- how the heck did you know that?" Said Soarin, thrown off guard by the mare's accusation.

"It's not hard to figure out," The gryphon said. "Haven't even wiped her spit off your cock yet."

Soarin looked down and saw the glistening spit covering his penis. "Oh for the love of Celestia..." The stallion put his hand over his face and tried to shake off his feeling of discomfort. "Look, I'm done. Give me my clothes back. I'm going home."

"Sorry." Lightning Dust said with a smirk, "I don't know where they are."

"What do you mean you don't know where they are?" Soarin asked through clenched teeth, his anger starting to build.

"Don't worry, I just gave them to Fleetfuck and told her to hide them somewhere. I thought you might have a change of heart and now you don't have a choice."

"Fleetfoot..... please tell me where you put them. I need to get out of here." Soarin pleaded to his marefriend.

Fleetfoot shook her head. "Mistress said not to tell you till she gave the word."

"So you see, you're stuck here. Now how about you have a seat, you can join in on our conversation." Lightning said taking a seat herself. "Fleetfuck, join the mare up there and let me see you dance." Fleetfoot quickly complied, walking up to the table and giving her wings a strong flap to help her jump up to the pole dancing unicorn. The pegasus mare did her best to move her body provocatively, like her new dance partner, but her abilities paled in comparison to the trained unicorn.

"I don't want to sit down, I want to leave. If you don't give me my clothes right now I'll make a scene." Soarin said trying to bluff his way out of the situation. He was sure that Lightning Dust wouldn't want to be embarrassed in front of all the guests.

"Oh, I would love to see that." The earth pony stallion chimed in. "To see a prestigious pony like 'Soarin of the Wonderbolts' make a fool of himself in front of dozens of ponies, and in the buff too. I would pay good money for that kind of show." The stallion gave Soarin an almost sinister look, the pegasus was cornered. Grumbling a little, Soarin sat down in a folding chair, the cool metal making him wince as it touched his bare bottom and sack.

Lightning gave a smug grin, "Now that you're being more compliant, how about a drink?"

Soarin gave her a sneer. "I'm really not thirsty right now."

"Oh come on, it might just loosen you up a little. No one likes a stuffy sub." The pegasus mare replied.

"I am not a 'sub'. I am only here to make sure you don't make Fleetfoot do anything she'll regret." Said Soarin in objection.

The gryphon sitting across from him raised her eyebrow at his statement. "You sure about that? You sure are going through a lot to just be worrying about some slut."

"Don't.... call her that...." Sorin said in a dangerous tone.

The gryphon snapped her fingers. "Hey pegabitch, get over here." Fleetfoot stopped her dance and went over to the gryphon, eager to obey. "Turn around, hands and knees, lift your tail." Soarin watched as Fleetfoot did as she was told. Once the mare got in position the gryphon brought her talon up and shoved a claw inside of Fleetfoot's pussy, much to the pegasus' enjoyment. "Tell your coltfriend over there how you feel." The gryphon said as she moved her claw around inside of the mare, scratching her insides harshly.

Fleetfoot gave few whimpers at the avian's painful touches. "I.... feeeel.... goood.... please... hurt.... me... more..." Fleetfoot's body quivered as her breathing increased rapidly.

Soarin could see that she loved being violated by the gryphon. It bugged him that for all his protests, it seemed that they were right, that Fleetfoot was little more than a slut being used by whoever wanted her body. He couldn't accept that though. The Fleetfoot he knew was never like this, not even when they were alone or playing their little games. Why did she seem so different around this crowd? It had to have something to do with that time she was away. If only he knew more about what happened.

"Hey Lightning Dust, you met Fleetfoot in Manehatten right?" Soarin said, testing the waters to see if he could get any information from the mare.

"Yes, we met there. We had plenty of time to get to know each other there." Lightning then bent closer and gave the stallion a seductive look. "Very personally."

"So.... how exactly did you two meet?" Asked Soarin. "I have tried to ask Fleetfoot, but she won't give me details."

"Gilda, would you mind taking your fingers out of my pet's cunt." Lightning said looking over to the gryphon. With a small sound of annoyance the gryphon slid her claw out of Fleetfoot's now wet pussy, much to the pegasus mare's disappointment. "So you want to get a little information from me? Fine, I don't mind talking."

"Really?" Soarin couldn't believe it was this easy, there had to be a catch.

Lightning gave a light laugh. "Sure, if you are willing to obey me just a little."

Soarin figured she would say something like that. "What do you want...?" Soarin asked, it wouldn't hurt to hear her out at least.

"Nothing you wouldn't normally do in private. Just get up on that table and fuck my pegasus." Replied Lightning Dust.

"Your pegasus?! What the hell is wrong with you? She is pony, not some dog." Said Soarin, though the fact that Fleetfoot was now on her hand and knees panting like a bitch in heat didn't help his argument.

"Is it really any different than you calling her your marefriend? Let's just both agree that we both have some claim to the little whore. Mine is just greater." Said Lightning Dust.

Soarin opened his mouth to further object to what Lightning had to say, but was silenced as Fleetfoot hopped over to his side of the table. "Come on Soarin, it will be fun. Think of how exciting it will be to screw in front of all these ponies. It's making me soaked just thinking about it."

Soarin didn't find the idea attractive at all, despite what is rock hard erection was telling him. He was already embarrassed enough to be naked, but to have sex with Fleetfoot in public. Then again it seemed to be the only way that he was going to get the information he desired. He took a deep breath and looked at his marefriend. "It would make her happy...." He reasoned to himself, trying to find some way of justifying his pursuit of answers. "OK, I'll do it. After I'm finished though I want to know everything."

Lightning Dust was overjoyed by his answer. "Don't you worry, once you are done you'll get all the answers you will ever need." Soarin got up out of his seat and put his hands on the table so he could climb up on it.

Gilda looked up to the dancing unicorn as Soarin started hoisting himself on the table. "What's your name, Mare?" The gryphon asked her.

The unicorn stopped, stepping away from the pole so she could answer the gryphon. "Treasure ma'am." The unicorn said in a shy manner.

"Well Treasure, get down here. You can be my toy while those two have at each other." Gilda patted her lap and the unicorn did as she was told, hesitating only for a second before stepping off the table. As soon as she sat on the gryphon's legs Gilda started running her claws along her body. Treasure flinched and whimpered as the sharp points of the gryphon's talons ran along her skin harshly. The claws dug in enough to break the top layer of flesh, but the unicorn's fur hid any signs of lacerations or blood.

Once Soarin got on the table he got close to Fleetfoot and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Fleetfoot, are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered to her, hoping against hope that she would reconsider all of this. Even so he was not surprised when she nodded back at him.

"Come on stud. We are all waiting on you." Gilda said as she sent her fingers deeply inside Treasure's snatch. "Get started or get off!"

"Hopefully both." Lightning Dust added.

"I'm getting to it!" Soarin yelled at the two, making them laugh at his outburst.

Fleetfoot turned herself around so her back was to the pegasus stallion. "Soarin.... please fill me with your cock right here on this table. I want you inside me and I want everypony to see it." She placed her head along the tabletop sideways and lifted her flank up high, wiggling it to try to entice the stallion with her dripping pussy.

Soarin positioned himself hesitantly behind the lusty pegasus mare, placing the head of his rod against her soaked entrance. He placed his hands around her waist and gave one more look to the ponies sitting at the table. Each of them now gave their full attention to the stallion and his marefriend. Their gazes only made him more and more nervous. The anxiety he felt trying to perform a simple sex act in front of this small audience was far worse than anything he ever felt performing his daring tricks in front of thousands. He did his best to tone them out and with a hard thrust of his hips he pushed himself into Fleetfoot.

The pegasus mare let out a moan of satisfaction as he drove deeply into her. She had hoped that this would be what would come of this party ever since she heard Soarin was going to come with her and her mistress. She felt the stallion pull out slowly and then thrust his thick penis into her once more. "Aaaahhhhh.... Soarin.... more... moooorrrreee...." She called out loudly, not caring who heard.

Soarin, now wearing a deep shade of red on his face, did his best to please Fleetfoot as quickly as possible. Sending his stallionhood deep into the mare again and again he started to let out his own light moans as the pleasure of the act started to get the better of him. Each time he slammed his hips against his marefriend's round rump her whole body was forced forward and she would let out a lewd sound as she was driven closer to orgasm.

It was still a wonder to him how much she enjoyed this treatment. She seemed to be far more into this than their own sexual adventures, or even their more kinky bondage games. "Has she always been this way?" He thought as he continued his motions. "Could she really keep something like this hidden for so long? What even makes her enjoy something like this?"

Almost as if answering his thoughts the pegasus mare let out a loud cry of pleasure and clenched her pussy around his organ. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" She yelled in the midst of her climax.

Soarin had to look away as he continued to fuck her, not wanting to think of Fleetfoot like this. He turned his disgust to something else that he felt deserved it more, the one who brought the two pegasi here to begin with. Looking at Lightning Dust, his hatred for her grew as he noticed her smug expression. If he had any say in what would happen after this party was over, he was never going to let Fleetfoot ever get used by that bitch like this ever again. "I might have to get Spitfire involved after all." Thought Soarin. He had wanted to spare Fleetfoot the humiliation of the other Wonderbolts knowing about this aspect of her personal life, but it was becoming more and more apparent that this was not good for her.

He took a deep breath and rapidly stabbed his cock inside the mare a few dozen more times, using his anger to fuel his actions, before finally letting out a low moan of his own as he released himself in Fleetfoot's moist innards. Never stopping his thrusts as he shot his white fluids in the mare he started to slow as he emptied his sack of all he had. As sickening as the event had been in his mind it horrified him that in some way he had found enjoyment in it, as this was the first time he had ever cum so hard. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to ignore the feelings of ecstasy filling his mind, trying to block out everything around him, but then he heard something that made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach.

"Bravo!" He heard a male pony say. At first he thought it might have been the red stallion from before that spoke the word, but when he opened his eyes he saw that his performance had drawn the attention of a rather large crowd. Shocked at the sudden awareness of all the ponies watching him he jumped away from Fleetfoot, causing her now vacant pussy to pour his sperm all over the table top. To his dismay the crowd started to applaud him for the display. He felt like trying to run away, but the crowd had him surrounded and in his humiliatingly aroused state he found his wings were once again spread out against his will and would not obey any mental commands he tried to give them.

"Looks like you're a hit." Lightning said over the crowds claps. "You should be proud. It usually takes a lot more to impress this group.

Soarin didn't feel proud at all. Instead he felt dirty and used, feeling that somehow this was Lightning's plan all along. He covered his crotch to try to preserve some sort of modesty, his cock still fully erect even after his powerful orgasm. Doing what little he could to distance himself from the crowd he used his legs to scoot himself to the center of the table, pressing his back against the dance pole. As he sat there stewing in his own fear and embarrassment the crowd begun to talk about him like when they had noticed him before.

"I never thought we would see two Wonderbolts doing each other here."

"Look at how shy Soarin is. He's simply adorable."

"They are such a cute pair."

"I wonder if their owner's would let us use them later."

"Did Lady Tourmaline set this up? I can't think of anypony else who could."

After several minute of the crowd's attentions Soarin felt like crying. He was never going to get past this night. By this point he was sure every pony at the party had seen him. Thoughts of his disgrace becoming publicly known formed in his mind and were exaggerated to the degree that even ponies as high in status as Princess Celestia and Luna's images were laughing at him.

As he was about to get up and force his way through the ponies, ready to leave the party without his clothes if he had to, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed and a couple of spotlights shined on a large stage at the wall furthest from where Soarin was now. To his relief this lured every pony away as they went to see what was going on, the only ones remaining being the few who were at the table before. The stallion was still a bit shaken, but he could now at least try to relax.

Lightning Dust turned her head to watch the stage. "I guess it is time for the main event." She said leaning back in her seat. "I wonder what they are going to do?"

The ponies sitting around the table watched on as a pure white unicorn with a pink mane entered the spotlight. She was wearing an evening gown that was a matching color to her fur, the dress fitting so tightly to her slender frame that it left practically nothing to the imagination. Holding a mic in her hand she brought it to her muzzle and addressed the crowd.

"Filly, gentlecolts, thank you all for coming to me and my husband's soiree. I am glad to see that mostly everyone could come to join the festivities and that so many of you could bring along your pets to help with the entertainment." Said the white unicorn.

As Soarin calmed himself he couldn't help but watch the unicorn along with the other guests. She was simply stunning, a vision of beauty, but that was not the only reason that he couldn't take his eyes off her. "I have seen her somewhere before, but where?" The pegasus stallion pondered to himself. It was only the sudden touch of Fleetfoot's arms gently wrapping around his neck that broke his concentration.

"Oh wow, I didn't know Miss Fleur was the one that threw this party. I would've thought she would have invited me." Fleetfoot whispered, not wanting to interrupt the mare on stage.

"Miss Fleur...." Soarin quietly said. "Wait... you mean Fleur de Lis? As in wife to Fancy Pants? She's involved in this kind of stuff?"

Fleetfoot nodded to the stallion. "Yeah, she and Fancy Pants use me from time to time. Those days I 'stayed home'... that was me going to their manor so I could be toyed with by them."

Soarin let out a sigh, he was beyond being angry at this point. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"Yeah, Miss Fleur is much more of a freak sexually than her husband. He just likes to watch as she touches and tortures me all night long." Said Fleetfoot. In some strange way that comforted Soarin. At least she wasn't sleeping around with another stallion, at least not as far as he knew.

As the two pegasi spoke to each other Fleur continued her speech. "Now as you all might have noticed, my beloved husband wasn't able to join us this evening. Unfortunately he had to go to see Lady Tourmaline because of an incident involving some property he acquired recently." The crowd begun to make hushed commented to one another as the mare allowed them a moment to take in her words. "Don't worry, the situation has been dealt with, but after tonight I will be joining him so we can take care of the problem first hand. For now though why don't we end this party with a bit of a surprise."

Fleur went to the back part of the stage and grabbed a chain up off the ground. Grabbing it with her other hand she started reeling the chain in and soon a pony joined her on stage. The pony was an earth pony stallion, dark grey furred with a purple mane. His arms were restricted behind his back, bound tightly in a leather arm binder and the chain in Fleur's hands attached to a collar around his neck. Around his modestly sized penis was a pink ribbon wrapped up in a bow that insured that his erection wouldn't go limp. In his hair was similar bows as well as one large bow around the base of his tail, making the stallion look a bit girly in appearance.

"I would like to introduce you all to this silly little colt I found following me home the other day. He was such a little cutie I had to add him to my collection." The Unicorn mare said as she wrapped a hand around his muzzle and squished his cheeks together, inciting a little laughter from the guests. "Why don't you introduce yourself my newest pet." Fleur let go of the stallion and placed the mic she was holding up to his mouth.

The stallion was only a little hesitant as the mic was placed before him, but with a smile he spoke into it to do as his mistress told him. "Um... hello. My name is Doodle Dip. I became my mistress' slave just a month ago. I like anal, oral and being dressed up like a little filly. Mistress likes to tease my little penis and if I am good she lets me lick her pussy."

Fleur tapped him slightly on the snout with the mic. "Now, now, Dippy. You are getting a little personal, I might have to punish you in front of all my guests."

Doodle's tail wagged at her declaration. "Oh please mistress! I would love to have my body tortured in front of your friends! I would do anything you wanted for the opportunity to entertain them for your amusement!" The stallion was bouncing on his hooves as he express his excitement, his dick bobbing up and down as he did.

Soarin groaned at his display. "Another one. How many ponies are there that are this deep into being treated like slaves?"

Fleetfoot giggled at his statement. "A lot more than you would think. Some ponies don't even know that they like it till they try it first hand. Even you might like it if you gave it a shot."

"I don't think that I would ever be into something like this. I don't even think you should." Soarin replied, making his discomfort known.

"Well that is a bit judgmental of you." Lightning Dust said, listening in on the conversation. "Who are you to say what is good for Fleetfoot or not?" Soarin ignored her and focused back on the two ponies on stage.

Fleur patted Doodle Dip on the head and turned her back to the crowd. "Now I don't want you all to think I brought you all here to show off my newest slave, I also wanted to use this time to initiate another pony who will soon be crawling on his hands and knees to please me. Everypony, please put your hands together for..... Soarin!"

A new spotlight came on in the room and shown directly on the male Wonderbolt. "The fuck!?" Soarin shouted as he tried to block his eyes from the bright light. The crowd clapped, whistled and cheered loudly at the stallion, making him feel incredibly self-conscious once more. If there was anypony that didn't know he was there before, there was no doubt that they knew now.

"Soarin" Fleur continued. "Would you please come up and join me on stage?"

"What?! NO!" He yelled over the crowd.

Lightning Dust grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him slightly. "Oh come on and give it a try you stick in the mud, or are you just afraid you'll like it."

"Fuck no!" Soarin yelled again, not wanting any part of this.

"Fine, how about this...." Lightning said getting in close. "You go up there and let that unicorn have her way with you, just for tonight, and after that I will leave your slut marefriend alone for a whole six months."

"Wait... you're serious? You will leave her alone?" Said Soarin back at the mare.

"Sure, I have plenty of other playthings. You two can have lots of quality time. Maybe even enough to teach her how to be a more modest pony like yourself. All you need to do is let a mare use you for one night." Lightning Dust said, confirming her part of the deal.

Soarin thought about it hard. He really didn't want to go on stage, but if he could keep Fleetfoot away from such a bad influence, then perhaps he could help her learn how to get pleased sexually without being treated like a whore. "Fine, I'll do it." He said stepping off of the table. "But if I see you anywhere around Fleetfoot, I'm going to tell Spitfire about this whole thing, and I am sure she will have some words for the both of you."

"Oh, I wouldn't want something like that to happen." The pegasus mare replied. She really didn't care what the captain of the Wonderbolts thought about this, but if she knew then that would give the Society unwanted attention. Regardless of that though she felt that after tonight she wouldn't have to keep up her end of the bargain, not after Fleur was done with the stallion.

Soarin made his way through the crowd and up to the stage, covering his dick the whole time. He approached Fleur and tilted his head slightly to avoid eye contact, he was too embarrassed to look anyone in the eye at the moment.

"Ah, about time you came up. You kept everyone waiting." Fleur said in a condescending tone. "No matter, you are here now."

Soarin looked sheepishly at the mare who was still holding the chain attached to Doodle's collar in her hand. He couldn't help but shake slightly, even with his mind filled with resolve to do this to keep Lightning Dust away from Fleetfoot. "What do I have to do?" He said coldly.

"You just have to obey." Said Fleur. "If you have any trouble understanding just look to my Dippy and do as he does, but after a while all you will have to do is relax and take what I give you. Think you can do that Soarin?" The stallion gave the unicorn a nod. The mare then brought the mic in her hand back to her lips. "Good, then let's bring in what we will use for tonight's main event!"

At her command two large devices were pushed on stage. The devices were identical, a pair of simple metal frames that had large holes within them to place ones hands, hooves and neck. As the ponies that brought them in got the frames in place, they removed the wheels that were used to bring them in and then bolted them both to the ground so that the devices couldn't fall over.

"Now my two stallions" Fleur spoke as she started to undo the binds on Doodle's arms. "Place yourselves inside these frames so that we may start."

Soarin watched the other stallion and saw him rub his arms a bit before happily going to the frame that was closest to him. Sliding his appendage into the slots that were made to bind them and waited as the ponies that wheeled the frames in snapped closed the metal parts to lock him in place, all the while shivering in excitement for what would come.

Seeing this, Soarin knew that he would have to do the same. Getting to his frame he got in place and likewise had his body bound in place. He tested the metal cuffs once they were firmly secure and found that they would allow him a little movement, but not enough to free himself if need be. He was trapped and for the most part at the mercy of the unicorn mare before him. He then felt the ponies that had bound him grip his wings and spread them out against his will. He tried to close them, but the ponies overpowered him and placed them inside of two more small ring shackles on the back that Soarin hadn't seen as he was entering the device. They locked them in and the rings gripped tightly around the appendages. Try as he might Soarin could not release them from these binds and his wings were now forced to a full spread.

"There we go." Fleur said gently running her fingers along Soarin's face. "Such prominent and powerful wings you have. You are definitely a fine example of your race. I will enjoy playing with your body."

Soarin was unsure how to respond, but he chose to take what Fleur said as a compliment. "Thank yo-ack!" As he opened his mouth to speak he once more found another bondage device forced upon him, this time a phallic shaped mouth gag being shoved into his mouth. He tried to flail his head around to avoid the contraption, but the skillful ponies placing it in his muzzle anticipated his motions and managed to strap it firmly to his head. As the gag threatened to press against the back of his throat reactively he tried to use his tongue to push it out, only managing to run it along the object's shaft. It took him a moment to realize what this was making him do and he couldn't help but feel his humiliation burn even brighter than before.

Not able to do much in his current position he turned his head to watch the pony known as Doodle Dip receive his own phallic gag, willingly opening his mouth to allow it entrance, letting out a squeal of delight as it was fastened to him. Doodle then turned his head to look at Soarin, showing the pegasus stallion a small hole at the end of the gag. The hole was apparently there to allow air to the wearer, at least that is what Soarin thought until Fleur attached a small tube to his.

"My little pegasus..." The unicorn mare said as she stroked Soarin's hair. "Since this is your first time I want to let you have a treat. Something to take your mind off of things." Raising up her hand she brought before the stallion's eyes a large, transparent bag filled with a pinkish-purple liquid. "Have a taste." Soarin watched as Fleur squeezed the pouch and send the fluid through the tube and into his gag. He took a deep breath through his nose and prepared for the liquid to enter his mouth. Once it touched his tongue though he quickly recalled the taste of the mysterious fruit that Fleetfoot had on her counter the first night he and her had shared a bed.

Pleased to once again have the delicious taste spark his senses once more, he not only drunk what Fleur had squeezed for him, but actively started to suck on the penis shaped plastic in his mouth to have more of it. "That is a good boy. Drink as much as you want. This is a pure blend of passion fruit juice. It will be your treat for submitting to my will." Fleur said as she placed the plastic pouch on a hook at the side of Soarin's frame and moved away from the stallion.

"Passion fruit?" Soarin thought as he greedily gulped down sip after sip of the liquid. "Is that what it's called? I wonder where I can get some more?" As he continued he started to find his thoughts turning from his earlier humiliation and nervousness to that of arousal and burning desire. He was beginning to feel the effect of the fluids now flowing into his stomach, never connecting the lust building inside him with the liquid. All he knew is he wanted to be pleasured and that he wanted more of this juice.

He kept his eyes on the white unicorn, the one in control, the one that would give him the pleasure he desired. She was playing with Doodle's cock, stroking it with her hand, giving the earth pony her attention instead of him. Calling out to her against his gag he slammed his body against the metal frame that held him, thrusting his hips and flinging precum from his now painfully throbbing shaft. He wanted her, or more to the point he wanted any mare and she was the one that was closest.

This outburst of lust didn't go unnoticed by Fleur as she toyed with her pet earth pony, rubbing his sensitive member enough to arouse him, but never letting him go over the peak of pleasure. "My, my, my, Soarin is going to hurt himself." To Doodle Dip's misfortune, the mare left him and went over to the pegasus. "Soarin, are you wanting someone to touch you too?" She said, going face to face with the stallion. Soarin did a few more thrusts and then looked at Fleur with pleading eyes. "Are you willing to do everything I say to receive your pleasure? To give in to my commands and become my pet?"

What little reservations Soarin had left in his mind against this kind of sexual display was quickly swept aside for his burning lust. He nodded his head even as he sucked down more of the juice that only made him more and more compliant. If he had to obey to get release then he would obey.

"Very well, from now on you are mine. Anything you do will only be to serve me." Going behind the stallion she approached one of the stage hand ponies from before she took from one of them a pair of large, plastic vibrators. "Prepare the final act, the Wonderbolt is mine." With that the unicorn mare turned back towards her two captives. Heading to Soarin first she lifted his tail and pressed one of the two phallic objects against his tight hole.

At first Soarin resisted this sudden pressure that was forcing its way inside his virgin anus, but soon he realized that the pain he was expecting was instead met with intense pleasure. Even so, reflex made it so he tensed his rear up, making the task difficult for the white unicorn. Nevertheless with effort Fleur pushed the item inside until only a small bit was left exposed. Satisfied with her work she flipped a switch to turn on the vibrator and then went to make Doodle match his pegasus partner.

Soarin's mind flared with sensations. He never knew that sex could feel this good. Just the mere experience of having something shoved into his ass was more exhilarating that any time he spent with Fleetfoot, yet it was not enough to give him release. He needed more, something that would outmatch anything he ever felt before and might never feel again. Soon two ponies came between him and the earth pony across from him bearing what he needed.

The stage ponies placed on the ground a cauldron, within it red-hot coals and a metal rod that stuck out from them. Fleur, having just finished with Doodle, stepped up the cauldron and took up the rod in her hand. Lifting it up she revealed the rod as the branding iron it was, the end of it tipped in a symbol that matched one of the three on her cutie mark.

The mare approached Soarin with the iron and as he watched what little instincts of self-preservation he had taken over. Even in his lust filled state he knew that the brand would only bring pain. Even so the frame held fast as he struggled to free himself, to escape the situation that was about to happen. "Now, now my newly acquired plaything, I need you to hold still. I don't want to mess this up." Soarin begged and screamed, but all he got were cheers in return. The crowd wanted him to suffer and in some way the thought of that made him even more aroused in his passion fruit induced state. Feeling the hands of several of the stage ponies grab his body, he felt his body get held in place as the mare went for the area that would cause the most pain.

Fleur grabbed a hold of the head of Soarin's cock, pushing it down slightly as she aimed her brand. This stallion was hers now and she wanted all that would use him from this point on to know it. Carefully steadying the iron she pressed it forward and seared her insignia along the side of his sensitive rod. Soarin gave out one last cry and then tensed up every muscle in his body.

Inside the stallions mind a burst of new sensations came to him, overloading his body and making the pegasus lose all control. What he felt was not pain however, instead a something that was so far beyond it that it seemed to perfectly mix agony and pleasure into something new, something that in his mind was spectacular. His eyes turned up, rolling inside his skull, as the feeling washed over him and only increased the longer Fleur kept the brand against his flesh. Soon though the brand was removed and where it had once been was now a mark that would forever declare the stallion as her property. As Fleur went to do the same to Doodle, who did not have the advantage of being under the influence of the passion fruit, the stage ponies released Soarin and joined with her.

Soarin's body fell limp in his bonds and his cock shot out semen everywhere. As he emptied himself yet again, his penis continued to quiver and flex as if it wanted to cum more, but never producing anything. Soarin didn't care though, he was gone from the conscious world. All he knew was the wonderful sensation that racked his body and the small burning feeling that seemed to now be the focal point of his existence.

Author's Note

Today's OC cameos are Lonely Heart and Stirred Brew (who is owned by Stirred_Brew) and Doodle Dip (who is owned by Endercrow32)

Fleetfoot Arc Epilogue and writer notes soon to come.

Fleetfoot Arc Epilogue

Fleetfoot Arc Epilogue

Soarin let out a low groan as into the gag in his mouth. He was no longer at the party, instead laying in a soft bed roughly half a day later. After the party had finished he was removed from his bonds and relocated to a room in Fancy Pants' manor. His arms were chained to the bed's headboard, as well as his legs to it's foot posts. As he laid unable to go anywhere a pretty unicorn maid applied an ample amount of burn ointment to his new branding. She was the tenth different mare to do so since he arrived.

As she rubbed the salve to his penis she couldn't help but touch the burn, making it sting as her fingers came in contact with the wound. Soarin didn't care though. With each new application came another bag of his new favorite drink as well as an added reward for being a good patient. Once the mare was finished she bend down and wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, swirling her tongue around it rapidly. This was what he had earned for his one moment of obedience, an endless burning desire and a new mare to pleasure him hourly. As he painfully shot his wad into the maid's muzzle he could finally say that he understood how Fleetfoot could enjoy being at the mercy of another pony's sexual desires.

Fleur had spoke with him for a moment before leaving for Manehattan. She explained to him that while he was her new pet he was still "in training". He would need to come the manor on a weekly basis to be properly inducted to his new life, at least if he wanted more passion fruit juice or if he ever wanted to feel anything even remotely like what he had felt the night before. In the mean time he would have to spend three days in bed recovering and making sure his new mark healed properly. It wasn't too big a deal, it was a weekend and Fleetfoot would cover for him on the one day of practice he would miss. He did wish that he didn't have to have permanent mark on his cock, but it was honestly a small price to pay for what he got in exchange.

The maid removed herself from the stallion's penis fluffed his pillow for him. She was cute, he wanted to be inside her. For now though this was as close as he got. If he wanted to fuck her he would have to wait until he healed and then he would have to beg his new mistress for the privilege. There was a sort of comforting feeling to the idea of his future being in her steer hands. She would command him and he would obey. To think that he would've never met her if not for Fleetfoot. As the maid left the room Soarin closed his eyes and tried to rest through his ever building lust. It wouldn't come, but for now it was all he could do till the next mare came to satisfy him.

Author's Note

This marks the end of the Fleetfoot arc. As we continue the story we will next venture into Octavia's part in the Society and see how the unwilling earth mare takes to the Society's cruel methods of trying to break her to their whims.

I also want to make sure that all my readers know that ETS has a newly formed group for discussion on the story. If you would like to join the link is here.

Aside from that I just want to make a few notes on the development of the two chapters of "The O.C. Party". Don't feel like you need to read further if you don't care much about the creative process of this story.

Gosh, this one was tough. I had so much trouble getting this one done. Combining issues like my own physical illness about two weeks ago and a severe degree of writer's block I was set back a week in my schedule, which is really annoying to one as punctual as me. There is also the fact that this part didn't really accomplish what I set out to do. As the title tried to indicate this was suppose to be a part of the story that featured many of the OC characters that have been graciously donated for use by their owners for my story, some of which just cameos while others would become reoccurring characters. When I went through the list though I noticed a big issue.

Most of the submissions were pegasi, male and members. Not only that but most of those had a female OC unicorn slave to go with them. This really isn't a problem, but in a chapter already saturated with pegasi (Fleetfoot, Lightning Dust and Soarin) adding more would just of bogged down the story with winged horses. I don't want this to discourage anyone else from submitting their own pegasus OC for use (Yes, I am still accepting submissions for background ponies), but I really need more diversity. Some earth ponies would be nice, as well as more slave ponies.

Luckily I caught my stride yesterday and was able to writer in the normal steam of thought that I normally do and all in all I think it turned out well. I hope you all feel the same way.

The Melody of Memories

The sounds of screams and moans echoed throughout the dark dungeon room, filling the ears of a weak and exhausted grey mare. Octavia was lying on the floor of a wooden cage as it hung suspended over a large metal grating emitting waves of heated air. She could hardly think straight as the lack of water and food was getting to her.

They were trying to break her, after her recent escape attempt there was no other option. The organization that had to either tame her or make her "disappear". It was the only way to prevent her trying to escape again and revealing their dirty little secret to the world. The problem with the latter was that she was considered the property of an important pony who didn't want to give her up. The problem with the former was that she disagreed to his claim of ownership.

Octavia, trying to focus on something other than her torture, raised up her torso with her arms. She was covered in sweat to the point that it soaked her fur, dripped off her body and pooled on the floor of her prison. She had to stay strong though, if not for her own sake then for the sake of the others trapped in this hell hole. Wanting to redirect her attention to anything but her current situation she sent it to the pony who was watching her.

It was Fancy Pants, her master. The one who only saw her as something to possess. He was sitting in a comfortable armchair smoking from a pipe as he took in the grey mare's situation. "You can stop this at anytime Octavia.” He said in a manner that bore his weariness at her rebellion from the program. She should've been at his mansion, dressed in maid's attire and playing her lovely music for his amusement. Instead he had to play babysitter to a mare who didn't understand her place.

"I.... would rather die..... than be your toy...." She snarled back. He wouldn't harm her. He had already gone out of his way to make sure his prize wouldn't be damaged. Then again the earth pony's bluff was just that, despite how dedicated she was to the act. The fact of the matter was that her time at the Society had given Octavia a newfound perspective on her life, one that if she would've had before she might not be where she was now. She didn't want to die here, but if she was ever going to get back to her old life she couldn't let her captors see her blink for even a moment.

Fancy Pants sighed and took a sip of a delicious looking milkshake he retrieved from a naked white pegasus that was sitting next to the unicorn, her arms held out and ears drooped as she tried her best to hold onto a silver tray without shaking. "You know I hate it when you say things like that. Why can't you be good filly like Berry here?" He reached over and scratched the mare behind the ears as a reward for her efforts.

"Perhaps you just bet on the wrong pony. I will not submit no matter what you do to me." Octavia turned her body to face away from the stallion, having been reminded why she went silent before. Slumping down in the puddle beneath her she decided to focus on others things and if there was nothing else in the room to occupy her time she would just have to focus on her thoughts. Unfortunately the only thing she could think of was how she got in this situation in the first place.

The curtain fell as hundreds clapped in applause. Octavia put down her bow and rested her cello against her legs. She felt exhilarated, the audience loved the performance. She held back her giddiness and looked to her fellow symphony members. They were busy putting away or breaking down their instruments. They were so sophisticated and professional, everything she aspired to be.

This was her first night as part of a big name orchestra. It wasn't the Royal Canterlot Symphony, but it was a step above what she had been. She had been in plenty of notable performances before including solo recitals and even playing for the Grand Galloping Gala, but it had always been a case of ponies knowing of her and not actually knowing her. This was her big break as tonight the crowd was packed with high class ponies who saw her performance. Even if she was just another face in the crowd of musicians she was sure that this was the start of something that would change her life forever.

Placing her cello in its case she packed up and went back stage. There many of the musicians were speaking with each other or waiting near the exit to sign autographs. Octavia wanted to join in with these activities, but being her first night she was sure that the more famous musicians wouldn't have anything to do with a newbie like her and it was unlikely that even one pony that saw the show would have noticed her. She was simply going to slip out and go back to her hotel until a pony came into her peripheral.

The pony was a yellow unicorn by the name of Scherzo. He was the one who managed the musicians and the one who scouted her for this concert. They had first met after one of her recitals where he explained that he had just lost a cello player. When he offered Octavia the spot she jumped on the opportunity. Tonight was her test to see if she was up to playing in front of a large crowd.

"Octavia!" He said, giving the mare a light hug. "You did wonderfully tonight. I am so glad you came." Octavia was relieved to hear him say that. Despite how composed she was during the performance she never felt more nervous.

"Thank you." Said Octavia. "So does this mean that..."

"Yes, if you want then you have a permanent spot in the orchestra." Said the stallion.

Octavia took a deep breath and exhaled. "I would be happy to be your third chair cellist."

"Good. I'll write up a contract and meet you at your hotel room in the morning." Said Scherzo.

The grey mare nodded and bid the stallion goodnight. As soon as she made it out of the concert hall though she finally let her excitement take over, making joyful noises as she hopped on spot for a moment before taking off in a run. She ran all the way back to her hotel, wheeling her cello case behind her.

As she got inside she got the bellhop to help her get her instrument back to her rented apartment, which had a living room, bathroom and bedroom. Octavia tipped him three bits for his trouble and then closed the door. She was alone at last to collect her thoughts. If she could just keep this job and do her best she might finally get the recognition she deserved. Pacing around the living room she eventually noticed a small fruit basket on a coffee table in the room.

Going to inspect the basket she saw a card and picked it up. "Good luck on your show. I know you'll do well. Get in touch soon. Vinyl Scratch." She read aloud before tossing the card back down in a huff. Octavia was still upset with her roommate after a falling out they had. One too many times Vinyl had promised to come support one of her recitals only to forget. Reserving a seat again and again for friend who would never be there always left her embarrassed and upset. She chose to finally cut off the relationship.

It was that recital where Octavia met Scherzo and when he offered her something outside of Ponyville she accepted immediately just to find a way to distance herself from the DJ pony. It seemed though that Vinyl was still trying her best to make up for her mistakes, but that was always the case. Always trying to make up and never keeping her promises.

"How did she even know where I was staying?" Octavia asked herself aloud before remembering that Vinyl had many connections in the musical world. That made her even more frustrated. It always seemed that while Octavia had exceptional talent Vinyl was the one who got the easy breaks because of all the connections she had through other ponies like Neon Lights. That never really got to her in the past and really shouldn't now except that it allowed Vinyl a way to keep bothering the earth mare when all she wanted was a bit of time to herself.

Octavia was about to take a seat and try to take her mind off of things with a magazine until she heard a knock on the hotel room door. "Who could that be at this hour?" She wondered. Going to the door she looked through the peephole and couldn't believe what she saw.

On the other side of the door was a stallion, but not just any stallion. It was Fancy Pants. Anybody who was anyone knew who Fancy Pants was. A rich, aristocratic pony who held the attention of every pony in his circle, which was practically any pony with high social standing. If he liked something then it meant that they would like it too. Ponies had made their careers on his opinion and now he was standing just outside her door holding what seemed to be a bouquet of white roses in his hands.

Octavia was in a state of disbelief. There was no way that he could be here for her. Was he even at the concert that night? He couldn't have noticed her of all ponies, could he? How could he have found her even if her even if he had? There were just too many variables that said that this was a mistake. Even so this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. She made a few adjustments to straighten her outfit and her mane before grabbing the handle of the door and opening it.

As she came into the view of the pure white unicorn he smiled at her presence, already a good sign. "Can I... help you?" She asked cautiously, not wanting to look a fool if she happened to be right about him just knocking on the wrong door.

To her surprise the unicorn presented the flowers in his hand to her. "Octavia Melody I presume?" Octavia's heart instantly began to beat hard in her chest. Fancy Pants was here for her and not only that he knew her name. As her knees weakened at the sound of his voice she propped herself up against the doorway for a moment so she could get her bearings.

"Y-yes. That's me." She said taking the flowers. "And you're Fancy Pants."

The stallion seemed pleased she recognized him. "Very astute of you my dear."

"Pardon me asking.... but are you here because of the performance tonight?" She asked nervously.

Fancy Pants could see that she was intimidated by his presence. Most ponies trying to rise in the ranks of high society were. "I am indeed. I usually bring a bouquet like that one for ponies I think perform or play spectacularly. I felt that tonight you did exceptionally well with your cello, but when I went back to give you them I was told by Scherzo you had already left. Luckily he knew where you were staying."

This whole conversation was overwhelming for Octavia. She could never have imagined that she would attract such attention on her first night. She hardly even knew where to go from this point. "Oh! How rude of me. Would you like to come in?" Octavia stepped to the side to allow the unicorn in.

"I'm afraid I can't. My wife is waiting for me at home. Perhaps some other time." Octavia felt a bit deflated by his words, but this had already been more than she could've hoped for. She was about to bid him goodnight, but then he spoke up once more. "I was hoping that you would accompany me though. It might be a bit much to ask but could you come to my manor to give me and my wife a private performance?"

Octavia was in awe. She had dreamed of being good enough to one day play for someone as important and respected as Fancy Pants. Some would say that the only ponies more respected than him were Princess Celestia and Luna themselves. "I would love to!" She yelled in a burst of excitement. "Ahem... I mean to say I would be honored to perform for you and your wife." Her face was a bit red from her outburst, but it seemed that Fancy Pants understood and was bemused that she had let her emotions get the better of her.

A while later the two ponies were walking up to Fancy Pants’ manor. "Are you sure you wouldn't like some help with that dear?" The unicorn asked as he watched Octavia pull along her wheeled cello case up the hill to his home.

"No, I can manage." She strained a bit, but she didn't want Fancy Pants to trouble himself. Besides, she had carried the instrument around since she was a filly and thus built up a bit of endurance to the task. The only reason she was having any issue was that she had just got done taking it from the concert hall. The unicorn allowed her to continue by herself at her request and they soon made to the front door which opened as their hooves touched the stone step in front of it.

"Welcome home, Master." Said a pair of earth pony maids in unison as the two entered the manor. Octavia looked from one to the other and saw they were twin mares, one being white furred with black hair and the other black furred with white hair. The two also wore inverted uniforms where the primary color of the dress was the opposite of the pony while the frills and accents matched them. The two removed Fancy Pants' coat and tie and hung them on a nearby rack before coming to Octavia. "May we take your coat miss?"

Octavia looked down. She was still in her orchestra uniform. "No, thank you though." The two maids moved away from her and to Fancy Pants. Octavia couldn't believe the amazing amount of symmetry the two had. She wondered if it came from training or if it was just natural for the two mares she assumed were sisters.

Fancy Pants gave the black mare a pat on the head. "Onyx, please alert my wife that we have guests then meet your sister in the kitchen."

"Yes Master." The mare said before running off, practically skipping.

Fancy Pants then turned his attention to the white maid, patting her mane as well. "Pearl, you go and get the cooks to prepare a meal for three and when it's done bring it to my room."

Pearl nodded. "Master, should I have the chefs prepare some of the special wine for your guest?"

"No, just bring something to ease the mood later." The stallion said.

The mare was about to leave to do as she was told, but stopped just as she turned away. "I almost forgot Master. Another guest came here while you were out. He is currently being entertained by the Mistress."

"Ah, it must be Pinion. Thank you for informing me. Now run along." The white mare obeyed and headed off to the kitchen

Octavia wasn't exactly sure what the two were talking about, but she was hardly paying attention anyways. She was too busy taking in her surroundings. Fancy Pants' home was practically as extravagant as the royal palace. "What a mansion." She said to herself as she imagined herself living in such a place.

"Miss Melody, please come with me." Fancy Pants said to her, making her snap back to reality. She followed right behind him through the mansion, seeing more and more of the unicorn's luxuries along the way. After a long trek that was a testament to the size of the building they eventually arrived at the master bedroom and Fancy Pants opened the door.

Awaiting inside the room were two people. The first one Octavia noticed she had expected as it was Fancy Pants' wife, Fleur De Lis. At first glance Octavia had to look away as she thought that they had walked in on her naked, but she soon realized she was just wearing a dress that perfectly matched the pure white unicorn's pelt. The dress still made Octavia feel a bit uncomfortable though as it hugged the mare's body tightly allowing the earth pony to see her every curve.

The other creature in the room was a male gryphon, who was wearing a three piece suit and had a cut mark under his eye. He had a sort of regal air about him, at least that was what she thought at first glance. It was the first gryphon she had ever seen so she had nothing to compare to.

"Ah, so it is you Pinion. I see you got my message." Said Fancy Pants as he went to shake the gryphon's talon. The gryphon however was too concerned with Octavia's presence to give the stallion a greeting back. "Don't worry, she is just a guest of mine."

Pinion looked to Fancy Pants with irritation. "I thought this was going to be a private conversation."

"It is, but I have to take care of this first. I apologize, but this was a bit unexpected." Said Fancy Pants. "Could you maybe wait in my study till I finish here?"

The gryphon inspected Octavia once more, his sharp eyes piercing into her. "Is this the one?" He asked.

"Perhaps." Fancy Pants replied. "I will know after tonight."

"Fine, but try not to keep me waiting long." With that the gryphon brushed past the earth pony.

Octavia was confused to say the least. It seemed that the gryphon had heard of her and that Fancy Pants had some sort of plans for her. "Excuse me, but is there something you haven't been telling me?" She waiting for Fancy Pants to give an answer, but Fleur answered for him.

"Is this that girl you've been going on about since the Gala sweetie?" She said getting up out of her seat. "She does look lovely. No wonder you are so fond of her."

"Fond of me?" Octavia wondered what she meant. She couldn't possibly mean that he had a physical attraction to her. He was married and to the very mare speaking to her at the moment. The earth mare doubted that a pony would confide such a thing to his wife, and if he had then she didn't think that Fleur would be speaking with such a pleasant tone.

With a slight blush on his face Fancy Pants clarified the situation. "What my significant other means is that we were at the Gala when you were there helping to provide the music for the festivities. I found your part in the band you were with quite pleasing, at least until that whole ruckus that ended the night. It was a shame that the party ended so soon and before I could get your name."

She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Fancy Pants loved her music. He had wanted to get to know her sooner. If not for the events that ended the night in disaster she might of already been within the stallion's inner circle. Just the old Octavia luck coming up to haunt her once more. Only this time fate had given her a second chance and she wasn't about to let it go to waste.

"Then you have been waiting for this night for a long time." She said as she set her case on the floor and pulled her cello from it. "I would hate to disappoint. Please.... take a seat." Fancy Pants, being the gentlecolt he was, got Octavia a seat of her own before taking Fleur's hand and sitting on their bed with her. Octavia held her instrument close to her body and place her bow on its strings, taking one deep breath to calm her nerves before starting.

The mare put her all into her performance, for the most part she always did. Pouring her heart and soul into her movements she let her emotions guide her hands. She could've played an over three hundred year old classical piece note for note instead without fail, but she always felt that she did her best when she let herself go. The only problem was that not all ponies felt the same way. Plenty of times she had been turned down from an audition because she would try presenting her own artistic expression when other ponies would take more traditional routes. She couldn't help it though. While she always wanted to be part of a large symphony and be known for her talents her true dream was to create music that would be known throughout history, just like her idols had done before her.

After playing for what she felt must of been a half hour she finally stopped and opened her eyes. For a moment the expressions on the two unicorn's faces made her think that they didn't enjoy the performance, but their shocked looks led to ones of joy. They gave a complimentary round of applause to the earth mare as she made a small bow in her seat.

"Bravo my dear. Bravo. I don't think I've ever heard anything quite like that. Might I ask who the original composer is?" Fancy Pants asked.

"Well, if I must be embarrassingly honest...." Octavia replied. "It's an original piece."

The two unicorns gave each other a quick look of amazement before Fancy Pants looked back at the mare. "That was an original... well then that settles it!"

"That settles what?" Octavia asked confused.

"Octavia, how would you like a job as my personal musician?" Fancy Pants could see the bewilderment on the earth mare's face so he decided to elaborate. "What I mean is how would you like to play for me all the time? I have been looking for a pony to have around to entertain me and my guests with their musical talents."

"And you want me for this job?" Octavia asked.

"It would pay well I assure you and would include room and board since you would be staying here." Said Fancy Pants.

Octavia was a bit unsure. "What would my duties be if I accepted?"

"You would just have to play at formal parties my wife or I will be throwing in the future and perform for us privately whenever we ask it of you. That's all." Octavia wanted to ask more, but then the door suddenly opened and the two maids from before came in with several carts filled with food. "Ah, dinner has arrived. Don't feel like you need to answer right now Miss Melody. Let's eats first and you can think of your answer." The maids quickly prepared Octavia a plate of food, a gourmet vegetarian meal fit for a princess. They also offered her a glass of red wine, but she declined it. If she was going to make a decision like this she wanted to have a clear head.

Octavia wasn't sure exactly how to take this. On the one hand she would be working for Fancy Pants as his go to pony for musical entertainment. That in itself would be a title that any pony in her field would want. The only problem she had was that it would take her away from Scherzo's orchestra. She did enjoy playing as part of huge band such as that and she practically agreed to be a permanent part of it just that night. Either one of these choices could shape her future and she had to weigh the options carefully.

The mare finished her meal and looked to Fleur and Fancy Pants. "I'm sorry..." She started. "But you seem to have caught me at a busy time of my life. The concert you saw me at tonight... the manager there offered me a job already and I agreed. If not for that obligation I might have accepted your offer. Believe me, it is very tempting, but if I can't keep my word then what good is it."

Fancy Pants' expression didn't alter at this bad news. "I understand my dear. It is a shame I didn't get to you first. I'm sure you will do well in your new career and I wish you luck." Octavia was surprised that he was taking it so well. Most ponies would at least show some sign of disappointment after losing a pony that they had been scouting for months to someone else. "Fancy Pants must be a gentlecolt through and through." She thought to herself.

Shortly after she packed up her things and was escorted out of the manor by the two unicorns. She bid them farewell and headed back to her hotel. As she got back to the main gate the gryphon from before stepped up behind Fancy Pants. "So are we going after her or not?"

Fancy Pants let out a sigh. "I'm afraid so. Have your men pick her up from her room and do be more careful this time. Schorl told me how you gave the last one I sent you after a black eye."

Pinion laughed lightly. "I'll do my best, but it depends on how much fight she has in her." The gryphon stepped outside and spread his wings before taking off into the night's sky.

It took some time for Octavia to get back to her hotel. She was right back to where she had started that night except now she had a full stomach and a swell of confidence. Even if she wasn't going to be Fancy Pants' personal musician he still thought she was a great cellist and perhaps he would tell his friends about her. From what she heard that gryphon say earlier it appeared that he already had.

Getting back to her room she opened the door and set her cello next to the door. Only a few steps in she noticed another item had been set in her apartment, a large crate. "I really wish they would stop bringing packages for me in my room like this. I could just as easily get them are the front desk." She said as she approached the crate. The top looked like it could come right off, several latches were on it that attached to twist locks on the lower part of the box. For a moment she wondered if it could be something else from Vinyl, but as she opened it she pushed that thought out of her head.

There was nothing inside, nothing she could take out at least. The inside of the box was lined with some sort of padded material, as well was the bottom of the lid. She could also see a few small holes in the sides of the padding that went out to holes on the outside of the box. She couldn't think of any reason why anyone would send her this.

"I hope you don't mind the accommodations." She heard a voice say. As she looked up from the box she saw five gryphons step out of her bedroom, one of them being the one from Fancy Pants' manor. "It is hardly fitting of a pony of your talents, but you seem used to settling for things that are beneath you."

Octavia inched away from the gryphons that were coming right for her. Knowing that this could lead to no good she did the smart thing and call out. "Somepony! Help! Help!"

The gryphons laughed. "I'm afraid that no one is coming to save you. The rooms next to you are empty and the walls are soundproof anyways. Don't want to disturb the other guests. Looks like you chose the wrong place to stay. Doesn't matter, would've gotten to you one way or another. One bad cab ride, get in the wrong train car, drink something you thought was fruit juice...." Said Pinion.

Octavia looked around the room for something that could help her out of this situation. She could try running to the door, but turning her back to group would be a bad idea. Trying to buy time she did her best to keep the gryphons talking. "What do you want with me?" She asked.

Pinion moved towards her slowly. "Somepony would like to talk with you about joining a very special club."

Octavia didn't like the sound of that. "Who sent you? Was it Fancy Pants?" It was the obvious pony who could've done it seeing as this gryphon was at his manor.

Pinion however tried to deflect the blame in case Octavia somehow got away. "No, I just help him by shipping things from one place to another. This is a different pony all together."

Octavia wanted to believe the gryphon. After how Fancy Pants treated her that night she found it hard to believe that he would send these creatures to attack her. "And this 'club', what is so special about it?"

Pinion smirked. "It is only one of the best clubs ever created. Once you get there you'll never want to leave. Enough talk though. Could you do me a favor and get inside that box? It would save us all a lot of trouble"

The gryphons rushed at her and in an act of desperation she grabbed the fruit basket. She tossed the basket to the two gryphons coming from her left side and flipped the coffee table to the ones on her right. Now having distracted or blocked off all but Pinion she made a dash for the door thinking that now was her only chance of escape. Unfortunately Pinion was able to close the distance before she could turn the knob, sliding his arms under the earth mare's to place her in a hold.

Octavia wasn't going to take this laying down though. She bent her head forward and then sent it back hard, ramming the back of her skull into the Gryphon's beak. "Ack! You fucking bitch!" He yelled as he stumbled backwards, taking the lighter earth pony with him.

"Let! Go!" Octavia yelled back, lifting up a hoof before stomping it down on Pinion's shin. The gryphon let out another cry of pain, but wouldn't release the earth pony.

"Dammit you guys! Get over here and hold her!" The other gryphons got over to their leader, but not before Octavia sent a few more stomps to his legs. They grabbed a hold of her arms and legs as they struggled to get her onto the floor. Pinion let go of her arms and rubbed his beak. "I can't believe you did that... If it wasn't for the orders I was given, I would beat you within an inch of your life."

Octavia did her best to break free of the grips of the gryphons holding her to the floor, only managing to slip an arm or a leg free for a moment before getting it caught again. It was a hopeless endeavor and at this point she knew it, but if they were going to take her she wanted to cause the gryphons as much trouble as possible. This continued until she felt a sharp prick in her neck. "No!" She said, looking to Pinion who was injecting something into her.

"Sssshhhh.... go to sleep little pony. Soon you will know your place...." Pinion said to her. The Gryphon's visage started to blur and Octavia found it difficult to keep her eyes open. Only minutes later the earth mare was dead asleep and being placed into the cramped box.

"This one going to the Society?" One of the other gryphons asked Pinion as they locked the box.

"Yeah, cart her out the back exit and put her in the truck. Take her instrument too. Her owner wants it stored away till she's ready." Pinion replied. The gryphon nodded and helped get the crate on a dolly before rolling it out with one of the others. "You two, get this place cleaned. I don't what any trace of her ever being here." The two remaining gryphons quickly got to work and started picking up the fruit scattered on the floor.

"Hey, what do you make of this?" Said a gryphon as he lifted up a small slip of paper.

Pinion took it from the gryphon's hand and read what it had written on it aloud. "Good luck on your show. I know you'll do well. Get in touch soon. Vinyl Scratch. Hmmm..... I think....." Pinion said in a pleased tone as he slipped the card into his pocket. "It might be something worth holding onto."

Author's Note

Start of the Octavia arc! If Coco was the "natural submissive" and Fleetfoot the "one who gave in" then Octavia is the "fighter". This will go over the events that happened during from Octavia's capture to her to her escape attempt and then finally what her fate will be at the hands of the Society. Hopefully it will also add a bit more of an idea of how the organiazation works behind its walls as well as how the slaves interact with each other.

Today's guest OC is Sweet Berry who is owned by herself (And the Society so it seems).

Also I wanted to make aware to those of you that might be looking for a place to RP after Knighty's purge of the forums that a fan of ETS, macman31, has made a place for people who want to have Society related RPs. You will have to make an account, but there are already a few people playing on their and anyone is welcome to join if they want to have some fun playing as a member or slave of the Society..

The link is right here. Hope to see you there.

Sonata of Sorrow

Movement. That was all Octavia knew. Motion, darkness and a hazy sound of wheels running along the ground. Time seemed to have no meaning in her drug induced state. It could have been an hour or days since she had been put inside her box prison for all she knew. She could hardly move, hardly think as she was taken to wherever the gryphons wanted to take her.

Who could have wanted to take her against her will? What few thoughts she had kept going back to Fancy Pants, but she wasn't sure why. He had been nice, understanding and all around a gentlecolt even after she refused his offer. The only evidence she had was that the gryphon that abducted her was at his home hours before. As she laid curled up drooling on the paddle floor one idea kept going through her head. No matter who it was that arranged this she would get away and she would, in one way or another, get her revenge.

An eternity passed and a sudden joint came to Octavia's senses. "Careful now. This isn't a case of equipment." She heard muffled from outside of the crate. The voice was female and had an air of sophistication to it, but that was all she could tell. Could this be her captor? She had little time to dwell on this before she heard the sound of opening locks and a painfully bright light reached her unsuspecting eyes.

Before she knew what was going on a large hand reached down and grabbed the mare. Wrapping its palm and fingers around her forearms. she was harshly pulled out of the box, her face being brought level with the face of a large minotaur. "So it is another delivery for our kennels." The minotaur said as he slipped a finger inside of the loop of Octavia's pants. Still a bit groggy from her drugging she could do little to resist as they were ripped from her body, The button connecting the waistband easily popped off and the sound of the zipper shooing to its lowest points came to Octavia's ears before the article of clothing was slipped off in one fluid movement.

Having her lower body now covered in only her modest white panties the mare tried to react, kicking impotently at the muscular creature. "Let me go...." Octavia said half asleep.

"She doesn't seem to understand that she is powerless. I think I should show her." The minotaur reached down to his own pants. Octavia let out a gasp as he undid them to reveal his oversized member. She was now painfully aware of what he meant by "showing her how powerless she was", eyeing the hard mass of meat that looked to be roughly the size of her arm. The fear of self preservation flooded her mind and gave her the energy to fully awaken herself. Despite this her struggles were useless against the minotaur's might. He grabbed the mare by her thigh, using his thumb to pull aside the cloth covering her crotch as he lifted her leg up and he directed her body down to meet his penis.

"No! NO! STOP!" Octavia kicked with her free leg at the rod that was moments away from entering her body hoping to deter her potential rapist, but it only seemed to increase his resolve. Pressing the head of his dick against her labia she could feel an ever increasing pressure push against her hole. She clenched herself tightly to prevent entry, but at this rate there was no stopping him.

"One moment Sartek." Said a dark purple crystal pony walking into view, a brown haired, golden furred pegasus stallion aside of her in the nude. She was looking over a letter in her hand, checking and double checking to make sure she had every detail of it correct. "This one's owner has registered her as a type three."

Sartek gave a snort so strong that the force of it blow Octavia's mane and remaining clothing. "No penetration....your owner has saved you for now. You should be grateful." Disappointed the minotaur moved his cock away and put it back in his pants.

Octavia let out a noise of relief. She had narrowly avoided rape by the creature that held her. Now that she was awake and not in danger of having something shoved inside her, she calmed herself to get her bearings. She could see now that there were many others in the area with her, most of which were minotaur with a few other naked, collared ponies. The room seemed to be warehouse of some sort as the others in it were all busy unloading things from crates much like the one she had been in and sorting them on carts that were taken to separate rooms. Whatever this operation was it seemed very well organized.

"Excuse me." Said the grey mare as fear subsided and gave way to anger. She wanted answers and even if she was sure she wouldn't be given anything useful something was better than nothing. "Where am I? What is all this?" Standard questions, but important for any abductee.

The crystal pony looked up at the earth pony still firmly in Sartek's strong grip. "I guess you deserve a small explanation. You, Octavia Melody, have been acquired by a private owner. You were then sent here for training."

Octavia didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean a 'private owner' and where am I?" She felt the minotaur release her leg and then clamp down on her muzzle with a pair of powerful fingers.

"Silence girl." He spoke. "She will explain all you need to know."

"Thank you." The crystal pony said. "Now as I was saying this is an establishment of education for those like you, those who don't understand their place in this world." The mare walked closer to Octavia and as she did the minotaur holding the earth pony gently lowered her to the ground till her hooves touched it. "I am Schorl Tourmaline and I will be your teacher, your guide, as you are shown how obedience and servitude to one greater than yourself can bring happiness and a sense of purpose to your life."

The crystal pony's vague words carried a sense of importance about them, but Octavia was smart enough to translate what she really meant. This place existed to train and brainwash ponies into willing slaves. Not wanting to take this treatment and attempt of enslavement easily Octavia tried to lift her legs off the ground to deliver a kick to the approaching mare. She found that she couldn't though as her hoof felt a tug against them. Looking down she could see two rings of magic encircling them, there was a unicorn around and it had her held in her magic. Surprise filled her mind once she discovered its source.

Schorl brushed the front of her mane aside to reveal a glowing horn on her head. "Naughty, naughty little mare." Said Schorl condescendingly. "I can understand that this is a jarring experience for you." Schorl took Octavia's jacket in her hands and unbuttoned it. "All your life you have been told by a creature with obvious superiority to yourself that all beings should be respected and treated as equals. The alicorn princess lies to you however and such lies will soon be purged from your mind." The crystal unicorn reached into the neckline of her dress and pulled out from it a small blade.

While a small spark of panic hit Octavia at the sight of it she remained as still as possible as she figured the intended use of the tool was not to harm her. Schorl grabbed the shirt that was under the grey mare's jacket by its collar and used the blade to cut it straight down the front. With this done the front of Octavia's body was now exposed and her large, round breasts in plain view. "Your owner has great taste." Said the crystal mare as she took the opportunity to feel up her captive, Octavia voiced her objections as well as she could, but with the minotaur holding her mouth shut all that could come out were muffled sounds.

"Sartek, please remove the rest of her clothing." The minotaur complied with Schorl's request and ripped Octavia's jacket, shirt and underwear off in a similar fashion as he had her pants, leaving her body bare.

"Good, that's a more fitting look for her. Just a few things missing." She turned to the pegasus that had been standing patiently aside her. "Golden Touch, go get our guest some proper accessories."

The stallion took a moment to notice that he was being addressed as she was busy observing the room. "Huh? What was that?"

Schorl crossed her arms at the stallion and gave an unamused expression. "Golden, are we going to have trouble today? You can join Octavia in today's training if that is what you want."

Golden Touch zipped to attention. "Sorry mistress. I was just taking in how much of a well oiled machine you are running here. All the ponies and minotaurs working without any mistakes. It is very humbling."

Schorl rolled her eyes. "No one likes a kiss ass Golden. Just go to one those crates over there and get some restraints. I want to get this mare situated so I can get back to more important things."

"Yes Ma'am!" The pegasus said with a mock salute.

As the pegasus went to fulfill the crystal mare's order Octavia felt her arms finally get released from Sartek's grasp. She shook them a few times, trying to remove the numbness from them. "Don't try to run." The minotaur told her. "If you do I will catch you and I will make you regret it." Octavia didn't feel like she could run if she wanted to, her legs feeling weighted down from the drugs still in her system. Likewise she didn't want to get on the bad side of this creature that showed no qualms about raping her.

When Golden Touch returned he had in his possession a pair of cuffs. "Is this enough mistress?"

Schorl snatched the cuffs away and went behind Octavia. Forcing the earth mare's still partially numb arms back she cuffed them, making it so Octavia couldn't bring them in front of her again. "That is much better. Now shall we begin the tour?"

"Do I really have a choice?" Said Octavia.

Schorl smirked and slid up Octavia's back. "Well yes, you may either come with me.... or you can be left here with Sartek till he pleasures you into submission." Said the crystal pony, running a finger along her prisoner's face.

"W-wait, you said he couldn't fuck me." Octavia said inching away from the minotaur.

"He can't penetrate you." Schorl replied. "But I assure you that his tongue and hands can make you cum relentlessly. I have felt it first hand after all. So which shall it be?"

Octavia didn't want to be left with the minotaur. He was far too strong physically for Octavia to even try to resist and there was no guarantee that he would obey his mistress' commands when she was out of sight. "I want to go with you." The earth pony said choosing slight acceptance of kidnapping over resistance and violation.

"Wise choice, now come. I will find somepony to initiation you to the program." Schorl removed herself from Octavia and headed to one of the doors the items were being carted through. Octavia was hesitant to go, but Golden Touch nudged her along.

"Hurry up, you don't want to keep her waiting. It only makes her angry and that leads to you tied face down on a plank as she takes time figuring out how to make you beg for mercy" The pegasus stallion said in a knowing tone. Octavia took his advice and walked after the mare as quickly as her legs would take her.

As she entered the room she finally got a good look at what it was they were unloading in the other room. Several of the collared ponies were placing sex toys, implements of punishment and bondage items on racks that lined the walls of this room. Octavia observed a long row of rubber phalluses and noticed that the items seemed to be organized by type, color, shape and size. Other things in the room seemed to be similarly arranged.

Schorl looked back at the grey mare as she walked, making sure that she was keeping up. "Since you are new here I am going to explain a few things that apply to you. Listen carefully because I am only going to say this once without it being accompanied with punishment. First and foremost is the fact that you are no longer your own mare. You have been claimed by somepony who is your better and have been left in our care until you are deemed fit to serve your owner as a faithful slave,"

Octavia had already assumed all this and it almost felt to her that the crystal unicorn was saying it to hear herself speak and indulge her own inflated ego by preaching her doctrine. The next part was a bit more important though.

"Your owner has submitted you as a type three slave. You should know that this means that nopony here may put anything into you. Any form of penetration is forbidden including toys, penises or your own touches. Your holes belong to your owner." Octavia didn't really care about that. She wasn't really in the mood to masturbate and figured that she wouldn't be as long as she was kept here. "Aside from that though you will be handed to others from time to time as part of your training. I assure you that they will find other ways to teach you where you stand."

Schorl came to a stop and held her up hand, looking at a bunch of collars hanging on hooks by their buckles. "Something wrong mistress?" Said Golden Touch, who had came in after the two mares.

"Just remembered we need to give this one her symbol of status." The crystal mare pulled down three collars made of thick leather, one red, one black and one purple. One by one she held them up against Octavia's body and after a minute finally settled for the purple one. "Now be still, this will only be a moment." Schorl said as she brought the piece of leather to the earth mare's neck. Octavia flinched as it touched her exposed throat, but accepted it as something that was just going to happen.

She felt it wrap around and squeeze tightly, the thickness of it making it hard to move her head up or down. Octavia could tell it was going to be uncomfortable over time. Once securely fastened to her the crystal pony stepped back to see if the collar looked right. "Perfect. Just right for a slave such as yourself."

Octavia's brow furrowed in detest. "It's going to make my neck sore. Are you sure that my so called 'owner' will like that?"

"I'm sure they won't mind. It is for your benefit. I find that an oppressive environment tends to help ease slaves to their role in life much quicker than being too kind or too cruel." Schorl placed the two remaining collars back on the rack and resumed moving towards her destination. "As my mentor taught me: 'Torture teaches revenge, kindness teaches entitlement, hobbling teaches resignation'."

"And who, pray tell, had the honor of teaching you such words of wisdom?" Asked Octavia, hoping to get some insight on what she was dealing with.

"That, my dear, is not a story for your ears. I will say though that he was a great stallion. Far greater than any other I have ever met." Schorl replied.

"And what did you mean when you said this collar is a 'symbol of status'?" Said Octavia.

Schorl gave out a small "hmph" in mild amusement at the question. "It's just what identifies you as a slave, you silly mare. All of the slave ponies here wear them. As such you are not allowed to take it off for any reason without permission. This is your only warning on that and if you do remove it from your neck I assure you the consequences will be dire."

"Oh? I had thought that the color might of meant something." Octavia replied.

"What would make you think that?" The crystal pony asked curiously, wondering where Octavia would get such an idea. "All slaves here are treated as equals among one another. Your status is no different from the most defiant of slaves or the most well trained of our pets. All of you have the capability to succeed or fail at any given command and will be properly rewarded or punished for it. You will find that I don't play favorites, I simply chose that purple collar cause I think it goes well with the grey of your fur."

Schorl reached another set of doors and lead Octavia and the pegasus stallion into the well lit main halls of the building. The white walls were decorated in exquisite tapestries that had elaborate designs on them that made them seem beautiful like works of art. At Octavia's hooves was a magnificent red carpet with gold trim that went over a marble floor. Octavia couldn't help but be amazed at it's sophisticated atmosphere and though that if she was in such a place under different circumstances she might of been able to appreciate it.

The more she took it in the more she dragged behind until finally the stallion that had be following the crystal mare around like a trained puppy got close and spoke. "Keep to a whisper and don't go any farther than this." The pegasus said putting a hand on Octavia's shoulder, making sure she didn't fall behind.

"Are these more orders I'm supposed obey?" Said Octavia in a huff, she didn't like how everyone in this place felt they could just expect her to listen. If not for the immediate danger of the minotaur and the crystal unicorn she would've made an attempt to run the moment she was let go. Right now she was just biding her time.

The stallion shushed her. "If you want to think of it like that go ahead, but what I'm going to tell you will make things easier. You're going to have to do as they say for a while. Try to do what you can as quickly as possible. They can't punish you if you're doing exactly what you're supposed to and these ponies always come up with worse torture for resistant slaves."

Octavia rolled her eyes, it was apparent to her that this was force fed "advice" at the behest of his mistress. "Golden Touch, was it? If you really want to help me then why don't you find me a way out of here?" She said, keeping to a whisper this time.

"I'm working on it." The stallion said offhandedly.

"Wait, what?" Octavia wasn't sure if Golden Touch was being sarcastic or not, but she had no time to get an answer as Schorl had stopped at a door. They had arrived to wherever it was that crystal mare wanted Octavia to be.

Schorl knocked on the door lightly. Waiting only a few moments she then pounded on the door hard, it seemed that she had little patience. The door swung open and a mare's head poked out with a scowl on it. "What!?" The mare said in anger, instantly changing her attitude when it hit her who she had just yelled at. "Lady Tourmaline! Apologizes, I thought... well I don't know what I thought. Please pardon my outburst."

"It's fine Whiplash. It's my fault for disrupting your private time." Schorl smirked, the fear in the mare's eyes being enough to make up for her faux pas. "We have a new arrival and her owner couldn't come here to assist in her training. I was wondering if you would like to take her for a few hours, at least until I set up a training regiment."

"A new slave?" Whiplash grinned in sadistic glee and came out of the room. Now in full view Octavia could see Whiplash for the pegasus she was. Her brown hair was straight and came down to shoulder length and her fur was a beige color. Whiplash practically skipped over to the earth pony and went straight to groping on her body, gripping her ass and tits. "She is a lovely thing. A bit flabby, but lucky for her I'm rented this room today."

"Flabby?!" Octavia thought, taking offense. She might not of been in perfect condition, but carrying her heavy cello around gave her plenty of exercise.

"And she has the cutest little angry face." Whiplash continued using one of her hands to grab Octavia's muzzle, smooshing her face. Octavia however saw this as an opportunity to strike back at these. Pulling back her head and opening her mouth, she bit down on the hand. "Ow!" Whiplash pulled back and slid it out of the clamping teeth. "A bit feisty too..." Whiplash looked at her hand, seeing a bit of blood. "No matter, that is what we are here for. Come along dear."

The pegasus mare grabbed Octavia's collar and pulled her into the room. "Golden Touch, let's go. It is time for my evening back rub." Octavia heard Schorl say as she tossed the keys to her cuffs in after Whiplash and closed the door, it making a sound that indicated that it had locked when it shut. Now in the clutches of this new mare she somehow felt as if she was in more trouble than before, not only because of the pegasus' enthusiasm but also because of the layout of the room they were in.

The room had the appearance of an exercise room. It was filled with machinery that had the purpose of improving a ponies physical health and build muscle mass. While Octavia wasn't the type of pony that used this kind of facility, but she could tell that something was off with the machinery as many had heavy chains attached to them. Whiplash grabbed the key from the floor and headed over to one of the devices in the far corner. Octavia, not able to leave, follow after in curiosity.

As she caught up with the pegasus something caught her eye. A unicorn stallion, blue maned and yellow furred with a black ring hugging the base of his horn, was bound within one of the devices. The device itself was simplistic, a bar placed within slots on either side of a metal frame. The parts that were on the outside of the frame had large weights on them that served the dual purpose of making the bar heavier and making it so the pole could not be removed from the frame.

The unicorn stallion had his hands tied securely to the pole, which rested on his shoulders, and was chained to the frame by a collar on his neck and leather cuffs at his feet. He trembled as he tried to lift the weight, crouching a bit from how heavy it was. As he crouched a dildo that was placed beneath him entered slightly into his anus. As Octavia observed it she could see that the object got thicker as it got closer to the floor until about half way where a large bulged was placed. All of the stallion's efforts were just so his anal passage wouldn't be invaded and stretched further than it already had been, but it looked like a losing battle.

"Mistress!" The unicorn screamed as he put every ounce of strength into keeping his butt from getting to that knot, inching ever closer and closer as unicorns were not the most physically capable creature on average. "Please have mercy! I have been holding this for... I don't know how long! Let me rest, I beg of you!"

"Oh come now Comet Tail. You haven't been at it for that long. It's all in your mind. You just need to push past those barriers and then everything will be much easier. I believe in you. In fact why don't we add a little more weight." Whiplash went beside the frame and grabbed a large metal disk with a hole cut out in the center of it. Lifting it up she slide it on the left side of the pole and fastened it in so it would not slip off. The added pounds made Comet Tail slide another centimeter down the rod in his ass, as he did again once Whiplash brought another weight of equal size to the other side to make it match.

"There, twenty pounds more. That puts you at about one hundred and eighty. You're going to be really strong if you keep this up." The unicorn ignored the pegasus' mocking words. He had to concentrate so not to be impaled by the rubber phallus. Even so he couldn't help but shed tears at the burning pain that ached throughout his muscles. It was a pitiful sight and Octavia had to turn away.

It wasn't long before she felt a hand grab her collar from behind and pull her away from the tormented stallion. "Time for you my dear. We need to burn that pudge off your body." Whiplash said in a cheerful manner as the earth mare back stepped quickly to avoid falling and being strangled.

The two mares came to a halt at a treadmill. It looked pretty standard to Octavia, save for one single chain on the podium at the front. The chain was short, making it easy to tell that its purpose was to keep whoever attached to it on the device. "You are going to get on the treadmill girl." Whiplash said in a "matter of fact" tone.

Octavia however was reasonably opposed to the idea. If this was anything like what the unicorn was going through then she wanted no part of it. "How do you intend to make me?" She said defiantly.

This only served to excite Whiplash as she made sounds of elation. "Well I could go get a paddle and spank you till your beg to go on it, or I could go get a blindfold and walk you around till you have no idea where you are at anymore and then lead you on it. " She said as she encircled her earth pony prey. "But I think that I have a better idea. Let's see what kind of pony you really are. I will give you a choice. I'll let you elude your bit of training here with me, but if you want that I will have to find entertainment elsewhere."

Octavia didn't like the way the pegasus was going about this "deal". "And what does that mean?"

"Simple." Whiplash chuckled. "If you refuse I am just going to have to go over to Comet Tail and add... oh, I don't know.... another hundred pounds to his bar."

Octavia's eyes widened. That amount of weight would surely push him past the knot. "And?" Octavia said resolving to not show weakness. "What does that mean to me?"

"Nothing at all, that is if you are the type of pony who only thinks of themselves. You can just take a seat and listen to him scream as his o-ring tears, content in the knowledge that you will be ok. However if you would like to make a bet with me instead you can get on the treadmill and I will guarantee his release from his torture as soon as you run..... oh let's say twenty-five miles." Whiplash squealed in delight. Octavia's reaction earlier already identified that she cared about the stallion's predicament. The only matter was if the earth mare could ignore her conscience.

Octavia thought it over hard. Twenty-five miles was quite the run, even for an earth pony. It was also a gamble as the unicorn was already tired when she came in the room. Any moment he could slip down the dildo and her trouble would be for nothing. Could she really allow another pony suffer while she got off scot-free? That was the question being placed before her. Could she live with herself knowing that she allowed him to be tortured when she could have done something to help?

In the end she calmly stepped on the treadmill. If there was a chance to ease the stallion's suffering she had to try. It would be against her own morality to do otherwise. She watched as Whiplash attached the chain on the machine to a loop at the front of her collar. The pegasus then got a folding chair and pulled it aside the device and sat near the front. Lifting her hoof she placed it on a small bike pedal on the podium about a foot off the ground from its base.

"We'll start out slow." She said pressing a button on the side of the machine. The podium then opened a slot that revealed a section that said "00.00 miles" on it. Octavia licked her lips and readied herself, expecting this to be a hard run from the get go. However Whiplash had other plans.

Moving her leg the pegasus mare pushed the pedal, which in turn moved the thread. The only problem was that she did so painfully slow so that Octavia could only so at a walking pace.

Octavia looked to the mare confused. "Don't you want me to run?" She asked. The pegasus didn't reply, she just kept to her pace. Octavia, not seeing any other option, continued walking. She did this for several minutes before hearing the anguished cries of Comet Tail. That was when it hit her. Whiplash was stalling. She could have her cake and eat it too, just as long as she waited for the stallion to lower himself on the thing intruding his rectum.

"Excuse me, could you go faster?" Octavia said, starting to fret.

"What's the rush? Not like you have somewhere to go." Whiplash retorted.

"Please! I beg of you!" Octavia yelled, hearing the stallion once more from behind her.

Whiplash chuckled. "That's not begging. Give it some feeling and maybe I will consider it."

Octavia shook her head, what was it that this mare wanted from her? In one last attempt she swallowed her pride and said what she thought the pegasus wanted to hear. "Mistress please! Increase the speed so I can run my fat ass off. I want you to go as fast as possible!"

Whiplash seemed pleased at Octavia's self-degrading words and increased her hoof's pace twenty fold. "Fine, but if you trip and fall I am going to drag that fat ass the whole twenty-five miles."

The treadmill immediately picked up speed and Octavia found herself struggling to adjust to the change of momentum. After about a minute's worth of slipping and near falls she managed to find a proper pace, though it was strenuous on her body. The chain at her neck was tight and constantly pulling, making it so she couldn't go back any further and yet the tread was so fast she couldn't gain any ground. Her heart pumped heavy and even now she could feel the burning sensation start building in her legs. If she was going to make it she would have to focus. She went through the pain and prayed to Celestia that she came out fine on the other end.

A long time passed and the counter had finally made it to twenty-five miles. Making a dinging noise as it had for every mile before, Whiplash knew that the grey mare was done with her workout. Taking her hoof of the pedal she went up to deal with the stallion.

Octavia didn't stop running till finally hitting the podium at the end of the tread, hanging her body over it as she breathed raspy breaths. Her body ached and was covered in sweat, her lungs burned, her vision blurred, her hooves were more sore than they had ever been before, but she had done it. She gave herself a weak smile and closed her eyes to take a well deserved rest, but was snapped out of it when the thud of a body hitting the floor sounded in front of her.

It was Comet Tail, likewise exhausted and unable to even move. "You made it just in time girl." Said Whiplash. "His sphincter was stretching itself around the top of the knot when I got there. Don't you feel proud of yourself?" Whiplash pinched Octavia's cheek hard as she gave her condescending comment. Octavia, too tired and with hands still bound behind her back, just took it. While Whiplash had in the end got what she wanted the earth mare likewise had her small victory.

"I'll let you two rest, but know this my dear little earth pony. This was just a taste of what is in store for you and I intend to make sure that you are properly trained to be your owner's prim and proper slave." Whiplash's words were lost on Octavia, at this point she had already drifted to an uncomfortable sleep and was recovering so she could be able to endure what was to come.

Author's Note

Today's guest OC is Golden Touch and our guest background pony is Comet Tail.

As another announcement I think I am going to change my updates to every Monday as a hectic week has thrown me off schedule. Hopefully I will be able to keep up with it from this point on. Thank you all for being patient and leaving your comments.

Dreams of Diminuendo

A sudden sensation of being wet hit Octavia's senses like a wave, shocking the mare out of her dreamless slumber. Not sure exactly what was going on she tried to stand straight up from her sitting position only to feel a powerful tug on both her neck and wrists. "Ah! I! Wha-!" She said in a panicked trashing before she laid her eyes on her captor, the pegasus she had only just recently met.

"About time you woke up you lazy mare." Whiplash said, dropping a small metal bucket on the floor. "I swear, you act as if you've never gone for a jog in your life. Some earth pony you are." Octavia, now a little more calmer, took a moment to assess what was going on.

She was soaked, no doubt the pegasus had grown impatient with her post run nap. She also saw a chain attached it her neck that went through a metal ring bolted in the floor and up to a pair of shackles on her wrists, making it so any attempt to stand or arm movement would have her pulling against herself. Aside her sitting on the bench she had just gotten up from was Comet Tail, the stallion she had just saved from an unwanted anal violation. He was bound in the same fashion as herself, except he had a black ring around his horn which she instantly assumed restricted his unicorn magic, lest there would be practically no way to bind it.

Seeing no other options at the moment the grey mare sat her butt back on the wooden bench. "Couldn't you find a better way to wake me?" Octavia said, not happy at all about being covered in water.

"I could've, but this way was much more fun." Whiplash said, giving the earth mare a smug smirk. "You should be thanking me anyways. An earth pony like yourself could use a bath. Bet you never get one on what ever patch of dirt you work on day in and day out."

Octavia grimaced, this pegasus' disposition to her was going past a general sense of superiority and going into racism. "I'm a musician you bitch." She retorted.

Whiplash turned and went to a table near her. "Such language..." She said picking up a riding crop and testing it by giving it a quick flick. "But I guess I should have known better. A chubby girl like you couldn't have seen a day of hard work in your life."

Octavia's mouth went agape, she had never been so offended in her life. She was about to give the pegasus a piece of her mind, but then figured out the mare's game. The pegasus was seeing how much she could upset her by mocking her. If that was how she wanted to play it then Octavia knew the best way to get back at her was to ignore the mare. Whiplash had other plans though.

Coming up to Octavia she used the crop to get her prisoner's attention, swiping it across the grey mare's snout. "Hey! I am speaking. A mare in your position should answer when a pony like me addresses you." Octavia's nose stung from the strike, but she kept her silence much to the pegasus' annoyance. "Fine, if that is how you want to be." Whiplash took a few steps to Octavia's left, placing herself in front of Comet Tail. "I'll just have to play with my boy toy. He is much more responsive to what I have to offer."

Comet flinched as the pegasus pressed the leather of the crop against his balls, his cock becoming harder the more she played with his genitals. "Please don't hit me Ma'am." The stallion whined, having a good idea where this was going. Whiplash, happy to hear his respectful tone, instead grabbed his dick with her free hand and stroked it up and down.

Octavia watched on as Comet closed his eyes and let out lustful noises at her touches. It looked like he was legitimately enjoying himself, but after all that had happened to him how could he find anything his tormentor did to him arousing? It didn't take too long for the unicorn to shoot out a line of jism in from his cock, letting out sounds of his joy of his climax in a gargled moan. The moaning was interrupted though as the crop Whiplash held connected with the stallion's sack.

"Bad boy! I never said that you could cum." The pegasus said as she watched Comet Tail curl up on the bench, grabbing a hold of his crotch in an attempt to protect it from further damage. "Do I have to put clamps on your urethra till you learn how to hold your pleasure?"

Comet shook his head. "No Ma'am, I'm sorry. Don't hurt me any more..." The fear in the stallion's dread was noticeable, even to Octavia.

Despite this Whiplash pulled back her crop, sadistic glee on her face. "If you want to avoid punishment then you know what you have to do." Comet nodded and removed his hands from his crotch, spreading his legs far to further expose his dick and sack. Whiplash enjoyed watching the stallion shake nervously as he anticipated the next blow.

"Stop!" Whiplash heard Octavia yell just as she was about to strike. "Leave him alone, can't you see he's scared." The earth mare said with an almost threatening tone.

"Of course I do." Whiplash replied. "That's the point you stupid girl. This one has been trained to submit, to fear what will happen to him should he refuse my desires."

"You're a monster..." Octavia said, stating her sentiments plainly.

The statement only served to amuse Whiplash, making her cackle in reply. "Well if you think I am going too hard on the boy you can always take his place. Just spread those legs of you and I'll give your pussy a few swats. You might even like it."

Octavia was considering taking Comet's place, a lash on the lips of her vagina wouldn't hurt her nearly as much as a strike on his testicles. Before she could agree to the terms though the stallion spoke up about the pegasus' offer. "Y-yes, please! Hurt her instead Ma'am! I have been obedient, she's the one being defying you since she got here!"

"Wait? What?!" Said Octavia, having not expected the unicorn to turn on her. After what she had just put herself through she would've assumed he'd be more grateful.

Whiplash, bemused by the stallion's request. "I guess you have been good all day. What do you think I should do to her?"

Comet relaxed a bit, happy to hear that Whiplash was going to turn her attentions away from him. "Well Ma'am...." He said thinking hard on the subject. "Why don't you make her fuck herself with an over-sized dildo till she cums."

Whiplash huffed, not finding the stallion's suggestion very interesting. "After everything I've done to you that is as creative as you can get? Maybe I should punish you instead to get those brain juices flowing."

"No!" Comet said. "Y-You didn't let me finish! What I meant to say was she fucks herself on the dildo while you hold a rope that's around her neck. Then you can make her choke her while she's pounding her cunt."

"I will do no such thing!" Octavia said in protest.

"I am afraid she's right. As much as I would love to watch her impale herself on something as thick as her arm she's protected. You have given me a good idea though. I need to get some things. Don't either of you go anywhere." She said, almost singing the last bit as flapped her wings and flew to the room's exit.

Octavia watched the mare leave and then gave the stallion a fierce glare. "What the hell was that all about?! I don't know if you noticed but I quite literally saved your ass!"

The unicorn stallion looked away from the earth mare. "Yeah, thanks for that." Comet said in a somber tone. "But that is only part of what I've experienced here so far."

"That doesn't give you the right to tell her how to torture me. If I knew this was how you were I would've let you stay in that device." Octavia replied, showing her detest.

Comet shook his head. "You don't understand, that.... mare is crazy. She delights in causing pain and enjoys watching ponies turn on each other. If I didn't tell her to do something than she would've come up with something worse to do to both of us." Octavia didn't doubt the stallion, but she still didn't think that justified him suggesting she asphyxiated herself for a ponies amusement. "Many ponies here like to pit us slaves against each other, it makes it harder for anypony to trust each other."

"You know what they're doing and you still go along with it?" Octavia said, not sure if she felt that made the stallion even more detestable or not. It didn't matter anyways. What did was that this was the first time since she got here that she could talk to someone who wasn't one of her captors. "Whatever, look.... it seems like you've been here a while. Tell me where we are and who these ponies are."

"I don't know, they don't tell us much. I can't tell you if we're in a city or somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I only know what they call themselves, the 'Equestria Trainers' Society'. They seem to all be ponies of influence and most of them are incredibly wealthy." Comet told the mare.

Octavia pondered on what the stallion told her. "That would explain how they're about to capture so many of us, with enough resources anypony could do this. Still it's amazing that they have gone undetected by the royal guard."

"Oh they know.... at least some of them do. I've seen a few here as guests, all of them high ranking officials or at least that is what I've been told." Said Comet.

"Are you sure? I can't believe that ponies that Celestia would chose to protect the kingdom would be so corrupt." Octavia hoped that the stallion was misinformed, else this could not only be bad for them but perhaps even all of Equestria.

Comet hung his head in defeat. "I'm pretty sure... but it could just be another ploy to keep us under control. They are always trying to reinforce the idea that there is no escape and the only way we will even see the light of day again is if we prove that we are willing to cooperate."

An idea came to Octavia's at the stallion's words. "So what if I 'prove myself' and then once I get out of here head to Princess Celestia herself." She said in a hushed tone.

Comet Tail shook his head once more. "It wouldn't work. The head mistress has some way to make sure that ponies obey. Something known among us slaves as the 'heart ritual'. If they do it to you then you're theirs. Then they send you to the lower level and no pony knows what goes on down there, but if you ask me it's just worse torture while they make you beg for it."

That wasn't good news to Octavia. If they had some means to force submission than it was just a matter of time before she would have her free will stripped from her. She couldn't let that happen. Whatever this ritual was though it had to be a form of magic, but what kind was uncertain. She either had to learn more so she could resist the spell or get out before it could be cast on her. The only thing that bothered her was the fact that if they had such magic than it would only be beneficial to put slaves under its spell immediately.

Following that logic she deduced it meant one of two things. Either there was a reason that prevented them from doing it as soon as she stepped hoof in their building and thus she had some time to make an escape plan.... or the ponies in charge simply found it more enjoyable to act out their sadistic acts on unwilling participants. For her sake she hoped that it was the former and not the latter.

Octavia wanted to ask the unicorn stallion more, but at that moment the door to the room opened. As expected Whiplash had returned, holding an odd looking object in her hand. Unexpectedly she was followed by the crystal unicorn that had handed Octavia off to the pegasus in the first place. The two came before the two bound ponies, looking down at them with looks of superiority.

"Sorry I took so long to get back." Whiplash said addressing Octavia and Comet Tail. "Along the way back Lady Tourmaline caught up with me. Seems our time is up little earth mare. I'll just have to resign myself to using Comet for my amusement instead." The stallion let out a small whimper at Whiplash's words, but even as the pegasus undid his chain he didn't resist or try to escape. Once released from the ring in the floor he stood up and prepared himself to be guided by the mare. "Oh! Before I leave you two I did want to give this to the earth pony." Whiplash handed Schorl the object in her hand and then took her leave, pulling Comet behind her as she went to some out of Octavia's sight to parts unknown to the earth mare.

Schorl looked over the item that was given to her for a moment before returning her attention the mare sitting in front of her. "Octavia...." Said the crystal mare.

"Schorl...." The grey mare said back.

"That's Lady Tourmaline." Schorl corrected. "All ponies here are to address me as such." The crystal pony went in closer to the bound mare.

Thoughts of attacking the mare filled Octavia's mind. Seeing how she was bound in place though it would do nothing save for provide her with some self-gratification followed by more pain. "Well then 'Lady Tourmaline' perhaps you could tell me a little more about what you plan to do with me."

"I thought it would be clear by now. I guess I could reiterate if you haven't caught on." Schorl spread Octavia's leg and brought the item Whiplash gave her down to the earth mare's crotch. The device was a smoothed, curved piece of plastic with several straps that secured around the legs. Getting a good look at it Octavia embarrassingly recognized the object as a butterfly vibrator.

She had stumbled across one once when looking around Vinyl's room for a quill. When she asked her roommate what it was for she was stunned when the unicorn brashly explained that it was meant to stimulate the labia by pressing against them and shaking rapidly. Needless to say, it was the last time Octavia searched around in Vinyl's room without the unicorn to assist her.

Schorl finished putting the device on Octavia, it now pressing firmly against the earth mare's pussy snugly. "Now what is it that your simple mind can't comprehend about this place?"

"Well... I was wonder-eep!" Octavia let out a meek yelp as the she felt a tremor in her crotch. The vibrator suddenly came on and sent pleasurable feelings inside Octavia's pussy. Looking up at crystal unicorn she found the reason why in her glowing horn. Like many pony machines it seemed the sex toy ran on unicorn magic. She re-focused herself to push her thoughts past the enjoyable feelings. "I would like to know who my.... owner is."

"Your owner, you mean you don't know?" Schorl put a hand to her muzzle as she continued to fuel the vibrator with her magic. "Perhaps I should keep it a secret. Might be a more pleasant surprise for you later if you meet them in person once you have become more acclimated to your role."

"But.... wouldn't it be more beneficial for my owner if I knew. I mean then I could adjust myself to better serve their need." Octavia said trying to convince Schorl. If she did escape from this place she didn't want the pony who got her in to this situation to get away.

Schorl smirked and used her horn to remove the chain from Octavia's collar. "That would be nice, but you and I both know that you don't have the slightest inkling of submitting willingly." Octavia gave the crystal pony a glare that confirmed her statement. "Don't worry, you will meet them in due time and when you do you'll be begging to serve their every whim."

"I doubt it..." Octavia retorted.

"We will see then." Schorl tugged on the chain, pulling Octavia to her hooves by her arms. It was time to go and Octavia was happy to leave the weight room. The only thing that made her want to resist was the knowledge that she was going to be heading someplace that was just as terrible if not worse.

Within moments Octavia was walking down the halls she had been in when she left the warehouse area of the building. This time however the passage was far more crowded with other ponies, both slaves and their owners. As they would pass by the fancy looking members of the Society would greet the crystal pony and inquire about Octavia, having never seen the grey mare before. Schorl would then in response explain what little she actually knew about the mare which came down to the fact that she was a musician, that she was registered as a type three and that she was going to be available for rental very soon. It was the first time that Octavia was thankful for her low notoriety.

It continued like this for several minutes, to the point that Octavia was becoming tired of having to stop periodically to wait for Schorl to speak with every pony she encountered. After a while she began to wonder if somehow this was some form of her training, as if Schorl was trying to teach her how to patiently wait on her "superiors". It was either that or a lesson in humility since at request Octavia had to expose her breasts and rear, all the while being pleasured by the piece of plastic buzzing against her slit. It really didn't matter if it was either, Octavia was only going through the motions till the time was right.

"YOU BITCH!" Octavia heard coming from one of the rooms as she passed by it. At first she ignored it, she had been hearing screams of pain from many of the rooms she passed and assumed it was more of the same. As they got past the doors they opened wide and another earth mare was tossed out of it. Coming out behind her was a large red clydesdale with golden blonde hair, grimacing in pain as he held his cock in his hand.

This event couldn't be ignored by either Octavia or Schorl. "Mister Locks, you know the rules. Bringing your personal kinks out in the halls is strictly prohibited. Please take the girl back in the room if you want to continue your abuse." Schorl reprimanded the large stallion.

"This has nothing to do with my kinks!" The clydesdale yell. "This fucking bitch bit my dick!" Schorl, hearing his explanation for the outburst, went over him and got down on her knees next to him, gently removing his hands from his penis. Examining the stallion she found a row of tooth marks on the top and bottom of the sensitive piece of flesh. "Oh you poor thing, I didn't know I had given you a biter. Let me make it feel better." Before the stallion could accept or object the offer Schorl stuck out her tongue and ran it across his wound.

Octavia watched the crystal pony for a few short seconds before looking over to the purple haired, grey furred mare quivering and sobbing on the floor. She actually knew the girl as a freelance reporter and photographer that she had seen at several of her performances named Snappy Scoop. How someone like her could end up in a place like this escaped Octavia, but there were more pressing matters at the moment than figuring that out.

The mare was covered in bruises and small lacerations, telltale signs of physical abuse. With this severity of damage the stallion must have been at it for hours, meticulously hurting her in ways that Octavia didn't want to even imagine. It was apparent to her that after all that Scoop had bit the stallion in self defense, perhaps when he was trying force his shaft down her throat. Comparatively the light mark the stallion bore was nothing, but there was no doubt of whose side Schorl was going to take.

Schorl finished her oral treatment of the injury and looked up to the stallion. "Well Mister Locks, how should we handle this situation?"

"I would prefer that she had her teeth pulled from her head with a pair of pliers, but I guess that would not be acceptable... Would it!" The stallion said kicking the mare's leg, which made her curl up in response.

Schorl got to her feet and stood in the clydesdale's way. "Mister Locks, I understand your frustration but we cannot simply maim the girl. I think we can come to a compromise though. I'll have the minotaurs take her for a while and they can have their fun with her until she becomes more malleable."

"That doesn't really do anything for me?" The stallion said, not satisfied with the punishment Schorl was suggesting.

"Well then, I'll have her be delivered to you afterwards and you can continue your session with a complimentary meal and bottle of wine from my personal supply." Schorl could see that the clydesdale was still not satisfied and she really couldn't blame him. "And.... I'll allow you use of Sweet Mint for a day of your choosing."

That seemed to get the stallion's attention. "Well.... I guess that I can keep myself from breaking the girl's snout. Just get her out of my sight..."

With that the clydesdale walked off down the hall, Schorl summoning a few minotaurs as he did. "You, please take this girl to medical and get her fixed up. After that take her to the guard's chamber and teach her not to bite when a cock is presented to her." The minotaur nodded and grabbed Snappy Scoop by the collar around her neck, forcing her to stand before forcing her to walk.

"And you..." Schorl said to the remaining minotaur. "Keep an eye on Mister Locks, we don't want him taking out his anger on the other slaves." Just like the other minotaur this one gave a nod and when right to the task given to him. Once they were gone Schorl continued down the hall.

"Is that all?" Octavia said to the crystal mare, repulsed by how little Schorl had done. "He beats a mare within an inch of her life and you reward him for it?"

"You exaggerate...." Schorl replied. "The girl only had light bruises and cuts. If I felt that she was hurt too badly then I would've scolded him for it. Regardless a slave should never bite the hand that feeds her, even if what she is being fed is cum." Schorl heard Octavia make a growl in response to her words. "It's her fault anyways. I never intended for her to be a target, but then she had to poke her nose in places it didn't belong and I don't take trespassing lightly." The crystal pony quickened her pace and reached the end of the hall, opening a set of double doors.

Schorl and Octavia finally made it to their destination and once inside a terrible sight came to the earth mare's eyes. In the room were dozens of ponies being suspended off the ground on hooks like pieces of meat. They were each inside some sort of cloth sack which were bound tightly to their bodies with leather belts. Covering their eyes were heavy blindfolds and around their mouths were leather masks with tubes going into them from a canister in a holder on the chest part of the sacks. Each of the ponies showed very little movement except for small twitches.

"Dear Celestia.... what in Equestria is this?!" Octavia said as fear entered her thoughts for the first time since she got here. This room was like a nightmare, something that only a twisted mind would come up with. Following her instincts she turned around to flee from the room, determined to drag Schorl along if she had to, but ran right into the muscular body of a minotaur. The creature was holding in his hand was an empty sack like the ones the others were in and she knew that it was meant for her.

"Be still girl." Said the large creature as he put his hand around her neck. He was significantly smaller than the one named Sartek, but that still put him at about twice the size of her. Flexing his mighty muscles he lifted the mare up off the ground for a moment to place her waist deep in the bag.

Schorl, noticing that the chain was in the way, unshackled the grey mare and allowed the minotaur the raise the sack's opening up to her neck. "You may relax, I promise you these ponies are fine."

"Fine!? They seem barely alive!" Octavia screamed as the minotaur tightened a strap that was stitched around the opening. Doing so caused the opening to close tightly around her neck. She kicked and flailed against the bag, but the fabric it was made of had too much give and stretched out instead of tearing.

"They are sleeping." Schorl insisted. "That is a sleep sack and this is the resting area for type threes. Since they aren't allow to fuck like type ones or twos we keep them out of the kennels, safer for them."

Octavia didn't care about the explanation, all she wanted was out of the bag. She struggled and struggled, but as the minotaur tightened belt after belt she found herself able to move increasingly less till she was completely cocooned. "Please... don't. I don't want to be like them." Octavia begged, shedding tears and finally showing a bit of weakness. She couldn't hide the fact that this scenario was frightening.

Schorl however only smiled and used her horn to levitate a blindfold and a black mask like the ones the others were wearing over to her from some unknown location in the room. "It will be fine." She said in a slightly comforting, yet slightly sinister voice. Before Octavia could make another protest against the treatment the blindfold was placed over her eyes and the mask over her muzzle, a tube on the inside of it being shoved in her mouth.

She couldn't see what happened next, but she didn't have to. She already could tell the minotaur was attaching one of the canisters she saw to the mask and soon she could taste a gas flowing through the tube. She could've tried to bite down, cut the tubes flow off, except that the mask was bound so tightly that it blocked of her ability to breath through her nose. She had no choice, she had to take the funny tasting air into her lungs.

"Don't you worry Octavia." Schorl said, wrapping her arms around the bound earth mare. "It's only a mild sleeping agent. It will make sure that you get the rest you need for the day to come. Trust me when I say you will be needing it." Schorl felt the mare's wriggling weaken and giggled at her futile resistance.

"Oh! One more thing, almost forgot to give you this." The crystal unicorn levitated one more item over to her, a small tape recorder. She then placed a set of headphones attached to it in Octavia's ears and turned on the device before placing it in a holder next to a metal ring on the back. "There we go, she's ready now." The minotaur, who had kept Octavia in his grip, lifted her up once more and walked with her to an empty rounded hook hanging from the ceiling. He carefully placed the helpless mare on it by the ring on the back of the sleep sack.

Octavia didn't want to give in as she moved the best she could in the confinement of her bindings. The more she fought though the more the gas took effect, which made it harder to keep up her struggles. Not only that but now a deep, commanding voice echoed in her head. "You are a slave.... Listen to Master... He knows what's best.... His will is your command.... To resist is pain.... To submit is pleasure.... You are property.... A thing to be owned.... You are a slave...."

The recording looped over and over, all the while a pleasant buzzing resonated in Octavia's crotch. They were trying to program her, to make her subconsciously believe what this formless voice was telling her. She had to try and resist, but as she drifted to sleep she knew that this was only the first of many such "rests". Her body grew limp and soon all she could think of was the repeating commands that dominated her dreams.

Author's Note

Not much to note today except that our guest background ponies are Comet Tail and Snappy Scoop

Defiant Fortissimo

"Aah! Augh! Urahhh!" Octavia languished in pain as she felt the impact of wood against her flank. The stallion behind her had been going at it for what felt like hours and she was sure that every inch of her butt was bright red. Her head and hands were trapped within a standing stockade, but her body was completely free to move as she wished. If she wanted she could take a seat to try to avoid the sting of the swats, but at this point she knew better. This was a test, the stallion was seeing if he could make her give in and if she did it would give him the go ahead to do something worse to her. It was just better to take the abuse like a champ than to show weakness.

The stallion came into view of the grey mare. "You are doing better Octavia. Your legs are a bit shaky, but at least you didn't buckle." Said the stallion. Octavia didn't know his name, but she knew him as a regular that rented her often. This greenish-yellow furred, green maned stallion had a fetish for making mares stand while at attention or while balancing fragile glasses on trays as he would deliver torment in the form of swats with a crop or a switch. In the past Octavia failed to please and thus he took it upon himself to train her. It annoyed the mare, but she couldn't argue with the results. "I think next session I'll let you join with the other girls again. They need an example like you to prove that I'm being perfectly reasonable with my requests."

"Thank you sir. Your words are too kind." Octavia said, swallowing her pride. She could voice her complaints, tell the stallion he could go shove his paddle up his ass, but that would just be stupid. Stupid got you a whip across the back or suspended off the ground in painful bondage. That was not the way to survive in this terrible place. Being smart, acting polite and submissive, that was how you avoided the punishments that would break you. As long as they didn't make her believe it then she could continue to try and find a way out.

The stallion, satisfied with her response, unzipped his pants and exposed his erect dick. Octavia showed no fear as he approached her. Her status as a type three slave protected her from anything worse than him teasing her vagina with his member. That wasn't what he wanted anyways.

Coming up to the bound mare he placed the organ next to her face, stopping just before touching her. The scent of it made Octavia's nose cringe in recoil. It was obvious that he hadn't washed their for a few days at least. "Come on dearie, accept your reward."

The stallion didn't want her to suck it, that was against the rules for her. What he did want was in a way more embarrassing. Octavia didn't want to earn a punishment by offending him though, so she moved her head towards the penis. She rubbed her face on it, making sure to get every part of it on her muzzle. She did this until the stallion backed away slightly and began stroking himself vigorously. Within moments he shot his load directly in her eye, Octavia just closing it a split second before it hit.

Having relieved himself the stallion unlocked the stocks, allowing the grey mare to stand upright. She immediately took the opportunity to rub her sore rear. The simple massaging touches made it ache, but at the same time it felt wonderful. Octavia couldn't help but moan, which got a laugh out of the stallion.

"Laugh it up you bastard...." Octavia thought, "You'll get yours." Even while thinking this the mare kept a smile on her face, never showing her true feelings. The more that it seemed like she was going along with the program the less of a threat she would seem and the more liberty she would have. At least that was the plan.

The stallion, now finished with the paddle, opened a chest that was in a corner in the room and tossed it inside. "I'm afraid our time is up my dear." He said zipping up his pants as he headed to the door. "But I'll be back soon enough to make sure that your ass doesn't get too cold." With that the stallion left the room. Octavia prepared herself mentally, waiting for her signal.

As soon as she heard the telltale sound of a lock clicking shut she rushed around the room to find anything she could use. She only had a short while before someone would retrieve her and every second counted. First she went for the chest. Inside it was lots of toys and items that the members of the Society used on slaves. If she could get to them it would surely provide something that she could use. Grabbing the lid she tried to lift it, but found that she was unable to do so.

"Tsk.... locked." Octavia said lowly and then went to the stockade next. It was bolted to the floor, but it was not the stockade itself that was she wanted. She quickly inspected the structure of the contraption and used her finger nail on any of the screws she thought would be harder to notice. Most of them were too tightly screwed in, but to her luck she found one that she could turn. "Yes!" She exclaimed in her hushed tone. She wasn't exactly sure what she would do with the screw once it was out, but it was metal and small enough to conceal. Something like that would surely come in handy.

Her celebration was cut short as she heard the door lock turn once more. Someone was coming in and she had little time to find a store to put the newly acquired object. She couldn't just leave it in the room, someone could find it and even if they didn't there was no guarantee of if or when she would return to it. She had to hide it on her person, but with only a leather collar around her neck as clothing the question was where.

The door came open and a minotaur stepped inside carrying several chained shackles in his hands. He didn't have to look hard to find the mare he was sent after as she was sitting on her knees in front of the stockade in the center of the room, head down and hands on her thighs. It seemed that this one was well on her way to being tamed, but being close and actually being tamed was two different things.

"On your hooves bitch, it's shower time. Gotta get your filthy cunt cleaned for the next guest." The minotaur said tapping a baton attached to his belt. The meaning was not lost on Octavia and she quickly got up to avoid a beating. Minotaurs were notorious for being exceptionally cruel to slaves, taking every advantage to abuse them when they showed even a little defiance. One was better off directly disobeying one of the members than giving one of the guards even a little bit of lip.

Now standing, Octavia offered her arms out in front of her, she knew the routine. As expected the minotaur grabbed her arm in his strong grasp and place a shackle to her wrist. She then waited patiently as the same was done to her other wrist and both her ankles. Lastly a final chain was attached to her collar. Since the minotaur held each of these chains in a one of his hand all it would take is one tug of his arm to pull the mare's entire body.

Seeing that that the minotaur was finished Octavia headed for the exit, not wanting to stay in it any longer than necessary. To her dismay she felt her chains go taut. "Is something wrong?" She said, turning her head back to the minotaur. The minotaur, not liking her tone gave the mare's chain a tug, spinning her body around back towards him and making her fall to her hands and knees.

"Surprise inspection, got to make sure you aren't trying to take a toy out with you. Bet you're just hungry to have something hard it your puss." The minotaur said with a grin on his face.

Octavia lifted her head to him, doing her best not to show the anger she felt. "I'm a type three sir, penetration is not allowed."

"All the more reason to make sure you don't have a vibrator in your ass. Now get up and place you hands on this." The minotaur said gesturing to the stocks. Octavia looked away, if the minotaur searched her body then there would be a chance he would find the screw. "If you don't have anything to hide then it shouldn't be a big deal. So what's it going to be?" Octavia complied with his demands, getting up off the ground once more. Bending forward as she braced herself against the wooden structure, taking a deep breath as she spread her legs and tried to relax.

The minotaur crouched down behind the earth mare. "What a lovely sight. I can see why someone snatched you up. What I wouldn't do to fuck you right now." The minotaur grabbed Octavia's thighs and spread them just a bit further than the mare had before, enough to that the strain caused her muscles to hurt. He then opened his mouth and let out his long, thick tongue.

Octavia let out a loud gasp as she felt the slippery tongue slide up along her pussy lips and through the middle of her butt. Her whole body shook and squirmed as the large bovine male took in the mare's flavor, going at an agonizingly slow pace. Hearing the mare's moans of pleasure he could tell she was his and she would be his for as long as he wanted.

At least that was how he wished it was, but the grey mare was on a schedule so he had to be quick. He wasn't about to let her get away without cumming at his touches though, it would be an insult to his manhood if she didn't. Placing the tip of his tongue on the hood of her clit, lapping at it furiously. The mare's struggles to resist the onslaught of feelings doubled and she was now actively trying to escape his grasp. Before long the minotaur felt a spray of liquids shoot on his tongue, indicating that he had achieved his victory.

Octavia let out a howl of defeat as a powerful climax flooded throughout her body. As much as she tried to resist it mentally her flesh betrayed her. "Don't let it get to you..." She thought trying to reassure herself as the minotaur released her legs and she felt him finally start his inspection by spreading her ass open. "Anypony would do that if it happened to them. It's a matter of physical stimulation. You didn't enjoy it. They are not changing you. Just remember that." Despite what she tried to tell herself though the truth was her body was quivering in pleasure at the violation. If not for her recent training she would have buckled and curled up on the floor as she let the afterglow cover her very being.

"Ok bitch, you pass." The minotaur said finally after looking in her vagina. Octavia was relived that it was over, but then again this humiliating event was just going to lead to another. The only consolation she had was that the minotaur, in his lustful motivations, did not search her hard enough to find the screw. Feeling a light tug on the chains connected to her she removed herself from the stockade and followed the guard out of the room.

The minotaur guard led Octavia through the halls that she had become accustomed to during her time at the Society. She had at this point memorized her way to several of the important places. If she was allowed to move freely she could find her way the showers, the private rooms, the lounge and type three holding chambers, which were right next to the kennels. This knowledge would come in handy when she had the opportunity to make her escape.

When and if that would come was unclear to the mare since she was always in a position of bondage. Chained and led from one destination to another, put in contraptions as other ponies touched her, placed under lock and key when she got the small amount of rest that was granted to her. Most slaves were treated the same with only the most timid being allowed to follow their owner unabated, though Octavia had a feeling that this was done against Society rules. For her though it was difficult to find a opening that she could take advantage of, but if there was one she would find it.

As she approached the shower room she saw a bunch of ponies sitting in a row seats that were placed in front of it. Each of them were wearing classy suits and dresses, indications of their high stature in society and as members of the Society. They were all waiting for their slaves to clean themselves so they would be presentable for their next session of torture and rape. Octavia wondered if the one that was going to use her next was already waiting there, but in the end it didn't matter. If the pony wasn't here now they would be once she was out. The Society made sure she never go a moment's rest.

The minotaur unlocked the shackles that bound Octavia and removed the chain on her leash before pointing her inside. "Go in, get clean and be quick about it." Octavia was glad to obey the command to go in. She went through the door and found herself in a small hall that lead to the showers. On one side of the hall was a window with an open slot beneath it. She headed to the window, taking off her collar as she did. Stepping in front of the window she was greeting by a blue pegasus mare.

"Octavia, welcome back." The mare said from behind the window. "Did you have fun with the owners? I heard that you were scheduled with Mister Orange today." Octavia knew this mare from her previous times here. Her name was April Showers. She was one of the of the "trustee" ponies, one who not only submitted to the program but had openly desired it.

The first time Octavia heard her position on this treatment she couldn't believe it. Over time though she had seen more and more ponies that enjoyed the lifestyle of serving another pony hand and hoof. That in itself wasn't a problem, but this devotion usually was to such a degree that they didn't care who else was forced to serve against their will. This level of dedication wasn't without its perks either. In the case of April she was given a cozy job running the mare's shower room.

"You know better to ask me something like that." Octavia said in detest as she slid her collar through the open slot.

April pouted. "You're such a spoil sport. You could at least tell me what happened." The pegasus took the collar and put it in a box before sliding a small bottle of soap back to the earth mare.

Octavia took the bottle and considered for a moment if she should try to offer the pegasus the information she sought for information that would help her escape, but figured that was the type of thing that would get her plan found out. "If you want to know what he does to me then why don't you go ask him. I am not going to share a terrible experience with someone who will just get off on it." With that Octavia left the window and went to the main shower area.

The feeling of warm mists and welcoming sound of running water came to Octavia's senses. This was most defiantly Octavia's favorite place in her prison and if she asked any of the other slaves she was certain they would say the same. Not only was it relaxing, but for some reason the members of the Society and the guards were forbidden to enter the shower area. Because of that it was one of the few places that the slaves could find peace away from those who oppressed them.

Octavia found an unoccupied shower and turned it on. The water poured down on her and instantly made the mare feel better. If this really was the rest of her life than this was what she lived for. Compared to being spanked for hours this was heaven. She didn't have time to enjoy it though, she had things to do. Opening the bottle she poured some of the soap in her free hand. Setting the container aside she put her hands in her mane and rubbed in the soap, making sure to get it all over. She then felt around for a moment before pulling the screw she hid on her person out of her luscious hair.

Looking at the item she went over a few ideas of what she could do with it. The first thing that came to mind was to use it as a makeshift lock pick, but she really didn't have any experience in that sort of thing. She could uses the point of it to whittle away at a pair of cuffs, but that would take far too long. She could try to use it as a weapon, but it would hardly do any damage seeing the size of it.

Looking back the risk she took for such a thing was far more than its worth to her. "If only my special talent was being an escape artist." Octavia said to herself. Regardless she had it now and she was going to figure out a use for it, but first she had to hide it. She reached for the bottle of soap and knocked it off the shelf. She then bent down to pick it up and as she did she slide the piece of metal in one of the holes in the drain cover beneath her shower, the head of the screw making sure it didn't fall all the way through. She could only hope that no one would notice it. With the screw now hidden Octavia was about to return to her cleaning herself off, that was until she heard the sound of light sobbing.

At first she tried to ignore it, she had enough trouble trying to figure a way out of this place. The sobbing didn't stop though and about half a minute was all it took for her conscience to get the better of her. With a heavy sigh she turned to face the source of sobbing. She couldn't believe what she saw and it shocked her to her core.

Across the room, turned away from her as she sat on the floor and held her legs in her arms, was a white mare with blue striped hair. Her mind immediately went to one thought. "Vinyl!" Her heart sunk at the idea of her friend being in this horrible place. She didn't even care about the missed recitals and broken promises anymore, no pony deserved to be here. She quickly rushed to her friend's side, wanting to comfort the unicorn and tell her that she was wrong for leaving in anger.

The closer she got to the mare the more she realized she had been mistaken. Vinyl's fur was pure white and this mare's was more of a cream color. That and her stripped mane was much lighter than the DJ pony's too. She was relieved, but a bit saddened that it wasn't the familiar face she had hoped for. That didn't stop her progress though and soon she was standing behind the sobbing mare.

"Excuse me..." Octavia said gently and polite as she didn't want to startle the girl. "Are you alright? Do you need some help?" They were stupid questions, of course she wasn't ok but how else was she suppose to approach the pony.

The crying pony didn't reply to Octavia's words so the grey mare bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder. "EEP!" The girl yelped, spinning around quickly and pushing away from Octavia with her legs. Now that Octavia could get a good look at her face she could see that this pony was an earth pony.

"I'm sorry." Octavia said calmly as she raised her hands up, trying to not seem intimidating. "You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm a friend. I just wanted to check on you." Placing her arms on the floor, Octavia slowly crawled forward, extending a hand to the frightened mare when she got close enough. She was surprised when the cream colored mare sprung forward and pulled her into a hug.

"T-they... they... raped me! They tied me down.... and a unicorn.... stole my virginity... it hurt so bad!" Yelled the mare, reasonably distressed over the incident. Octavia noticed that this had gotten the attention of some of the other mares, but they kept to themselves as they didn't want to get involved. Octavia could understand since she had almost did the same, but the lack of sympathy did annoy her slightly.

"It's ok, I know.... I know...." Octavia said, not really knowing what she could say to comfort the girl. Then she though that perhaps some familiarity would help. Pushing the mare back and looked her in the eyes. "My name is Octavia Melody. Could you tell me your name?"

"It's... Coco.... Coco Pommel..." The mare said, calming down slightly as she focused on Octavia.

"Coco, that is a lovely name." Octavia said in a manner one would say to a filly. She didn't mean to condescend the mare, she just didn't want to upset her any further. The fact that this mare was a bit smaller than an average pony didn't help to detract from this feeling. "Now I just want to check... does it still hurt anywhere?" Coco nodded and looked down. As Octavia followed her gaze she saw looked directly at her crotch and what she saw sent dread and disgust through her.

Blood was freely dripping from the poor mare's vagina, enough to tell that it wasn't just a torn hymen. "Dear Celestia.... Didn't anyone check you after they-!" Octavia stopped herself, seeing she was scaring the girl. This couldn't be ignored though, someone had to do something and seeing how the others here would rather avoid the situation all together there was only one option remaining. Getting to her hooves Octavia walked right to the exit.

"Oh, you're done already?" Octavia heard April Showers say as she passed by the window, walking down the hallway with purpose. She went right by her though, ignoring the mare completely. "Octavia! You forgot to dry off! Octavia! You need your collar before you leave!" April bit her lip. This was a problem. She knew what she had to do, rushing to the back of her room she went to get the guards.

Entering the hall, the soaked earth pony looked over all the waiting Society members. All of the arrogant pricks sitting there expecting ponies to simply come to them for more abuse before thanking them for the opportunity to be tortured by them. Wouldn't they be surprised by what was about to happen. "Which one of you is the owner of Coco Pommel?!" Octavia asked loudly, making some of the members jump a bit in their seats.

One of the members, a pink mare with purple hair, chuckled in her chair. "What's the matter my dear? Have you taken a liking to my assistant? Want me to set up a little play time for the two of you?"

Octavia clenched her fist, this mare was so full of herself that she didn't even perceive the rage Octavia was expressing. Her smug look made the grey mare sick. Was this really the kind of ponies that Octavia had wanted to associate with not so long ago? Were all ponies in high society like this? Just how close had she been to becoming like them? It didn't matter now, what did was that Coco got help.

Stomping up to the pink mare Octavia made no hesitation in grabbing her by the front of the dress. The grey mare pulled her out of the seat and gave an angry glare to the now frightened society member. "You stupid, pompous bitch! Don't you know that your 'assistant' is physically injured!?" The other ponies jumped out of their seats and surrounded the two mares. It seemed they intended to break up the two, but another hate filled gaze kept the group at bay.

The pink mare didn't say anything in protest. She was too scared to even move. She had never been in this kind of position before. Even when she had cheated one of her rivals recently the worst she got were protests that she simply brushed off. This was a situation that she didn't know how to handle. Luckily for her she didn't have to.

"What is going on here!?" A voice said over the crowd. The ponies opened a path and as they did a group of minotaurs came in view of Octavia and in front of them was the crystal unicorn Schorl Tourmaline. "Octavia.... I had though you were progressing so well... I can see now I was wrong. Guards, please remove this slave from our guest."

"Wait!" Octavia pleaded. "I have a good reason for this!"

Schorl lifted a hand to delay her order. "I will humor you, for a moment... what do you think could justify this?"

Octavia didn't expect the unicorn to actually listen. Having been given a bit of leeway she returned the gesture by releasing the pink pony. "This member of your group has caused her slave serious damage. She is in the shower right now bleeding from her crotch."

Schorl eyes gave a glint of worry at this news, but she retained her composure. "Go get a doctor, I want to make sure this slave is telling the truth." She said to one of the guards. The minotaur gave a nod and walked off. The only thing Octavia could do now was wait.

Some time later Octavia and Schorl were in the showers watching a pony give Coco some medical attention. The only doctor they could find at the time was one of the willing mares with experience as a nurse. Once finished the nurse mare came to Schorl and explained what happen. "She is fine, her vaginal walls tore a bit when a stallion popped her cherry. I gave her a bit of ointment for now to stop the bleeding and help it heal."

"Good, you may go return to your duties." The crystal unicorn said, dismissing the nurse mare. The girl nodded and left to return to whatever it was she had been doing before. Schorl, now fully aware of how bad Coco was, brought a hand to her muzzle. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Octavia. I am going to have to have a talk with Miss Suri later about this."

Octavia was glad that the crystal pony understood the situation, but she didn't expect to get away with her outburst. "So what about me?"

"You... will be punished for not finding a better way to rectify this. Next time just talk to one of the guards or the trustees. I will schedule something for later, something light. For now finish your shower." Schorl then walked over to Coco, helping the mare up off the ground. "As for you, I think you've deserved a break. Come with me, I'll have somepony fetch you a warm meal."

The two ponies passed by Octavia and as they did she caught Coco lip to her the words "Thank you". For the first time since she had been enslaved Octavia felt really good about herself. At the very least she made a difference in someone's life, albeit small. She was so happy that it didn't even bother her when another mare came up from behind and wrapped an arm around her neck.

"Way to go girl!" The mare said, ruffling the earth pony's hair. Looking back she instantly recognize the mare as Fleetfoot. Octavia had seen Fleetfoot around the club before and it would be hard not to notice a celebrity such as her. "Glad to see that somepony here has some guts."

"Well thank you, but what about you? You couldn't have possibly not noticed Coco crying." Said Octavia, giving Fleetfoot a dirty look.

Fleetfoot removed herself from the earth mare and rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah... sorry about that.... I guess I'm just another pathetic pony trying to keep her head down. Let me try and make up for it."

"Don't worry about it..." Octavia told the pegasus, heading back to her shower spout. "I get it, everypony has to fend for themselves in here. You don't owe me anything."

"I insist. Besides, how long do you think that screw would go unnoticed." Octavia froze, she was found out. "Don't worry, I have it right here." Fleetfoot reached into her feathers and pulled out the small item. "Don't know what you are going to do with something like this, but how about I hold onto it for a while."

"Are you trying to blackmail me?" Octavia replied

"No way, but after something like this I think that you can't afford another bad mark on your record. If they find it on me they'll think it I was up to something and give me a slap on the wrist.... well maybe more on the butt." Fleetfoot said jokingly.

Octavia couldn't help but laugh at the pegasus' topical joke. "Fine, but what about when I need it?"

"Whenever you want it back just ask. I'll get to you, promise." Fleetfoot slipped the screw back in her feathers. "Oh, and just a heads up you might want to try speaking with Golden Touch."

"Golden Touch? I've seen him before. Why should I talk to him?" Asked Octavia.

"He's one of the personal slaves of the crystal pony that runs this place. Rumors say that he has been trying to find a way out of here. If anything he should be able to help you do whatever it is your trying to accomplish." With that Fleetfoot walked away, leaving the shower room.

Octavia really wasn't happy about letting her leave with the screw, but she had gotten a lead in return. She returned to cleaning herself, now with a set goal in her mind. She would figure out some way to get to Golden Touch and one way or another she would learn what he knew.

Author's Note

A quick note about the future of this story. As you all might know I started this story quite a while ago, near the beginning of season 4. After about 2 weeks into it I came up with pretty much the entire story down to plot progression and likely endings. As of last Saturday though (5/10/2014) the season 4 finale came in and I saw some parallels with what happen in it and some of the plot progression of my story. I won't say what parts are similar or which are different, but for the sake of the story I had planned I am going to continue with it unchanged by this revelation. As such though I want to establish something here and now. As of this point the entirety of the season finale doesn't happen in my story. It is a shame since I have gone to lengths in my plotline to adapt to episodes as they came, but Tirek simply does break the story if he exists. The only thing I can say to defend against this is that I really had no clue that this was going to happen and that I tagged this story as "Alternate Universe" for a reason. Also as a note I am going to say that anything in season 5 will have little to no influence on this story. Thank you for your understanding.

Today's guest background pony is April Showers (though this is a fan given name and not official)

The Recital

"If you cannot serve you are nothing.... obedience brings pleasure.... defiance brings pain.... your life is not your own..."

Octavia let of a small sigh as she dangled several feet off the ground. She had woken up early and was stuck in her sleep sack as she waited for someone to get her. It was annoying for her when this happened since she couldn't call out to anyone to help, she couldn't see if anyone was coming and all she had to listen to was a disembodied voice spouting off phrases that the Society wanted her to think. As much as the commands might affect her while she was put into her induced slumber they did little when she was awake and fully aware what was going on.

"Obey master.... you are only complete with him.... you are inferior.... you are a slave...." Waiting for a while she was thankful when the looping tape was finally silenced, it was time for a new day of service to the Society to start.

A large hand grabbed the bag from behind before a familiar sense of vertigo came to Octavia as she was hoisted off of the hook that kept her suspended. She felt her hooves touch the floor and several straps loosen from around her body before the sack fell to the floor. She was freed from her bondage, but this was only temporary. Knowing the process by now she placed her hand forward and waited till she felt metal wrap around her wrists, placing them at her crotch once the cuffs were secure.

Next came the leash. It was swiftly clipped on her collar by a hand that had done the action countless times before. Octavia felt it tug a few times to test it before having the gag in her mouth and the headphones on her ears removed. "Your name." A gruff voice says in a demanding tone.

Even without her sight she knew the source was a minotaur. That meant she had to respond instantly or she would get a beating for "disobedience". "Octavia Melody." She replied, being very direct with the creature.

"Your status." The minotaur questioned next.

"Slave, type three." The grey mare answered.

The minotaur gave her one last question. "You purpose in life."

Octavia rolled her stiff neck around as much as her collar would allow. "To serve my master in anyway that he sees fit, which is currently to act as a worker in the Society and provide entertainment to its members."

The minotaur was pleased with her responses, at least as much as he was going to be with a type three slave. Octavia had come to know that the minotaurs, who were for the most part given free reign with the other slaves, hated the protection that her classification gave. As such they took every chance they could to issue off punishment.

The minotaur gave her a push on her back, which she took as a demand for her to start walking. "You will continue to walk till I pull on your leash. If I say to turn you will turn in the direction I instruct."

"Yes sir, I understand sir." Octavia kept a steady pace, placing one hoof directly in front of the other. For some time she was directed by the creature that held her leash and as he wanted she obeyed every order he gave her. When he said left she turned left. When he said right she turned right. When she felt the inside of her collar press against her throat she went to a dead stop. This was more than her being lead to her next appointment. She could tell she was being toyed with, being walked like a dog and tested to make sure she would do as she was told.

Even so she had to go through the motions to keep up her act. The grey mare's entire plan of escape hinged on her apparent acceptance of their program. At least that was what she kept telling herself in her head. Truth be told she was beginning to find it hard to tell if she was obeying as part of her plan or if she did it just because they told her to do so. The very thought that she was turning into what they wanted scared her.

After her long walk she felt one last tug on her leash before her blindfold was ripped off her head. She had to clench her eyelids as a vision of a brightly lit room hit reached her and only after several attempts could she keep her eyes open long enough for her to see where she had been brought.

It was an odd room, but so many of the rooms in the Society were odd. The floor was made of a dark wood and the walls where colored a shade of light blue. Built into the wall to her left was what looked to be a stage of some sort. Not like the stage she knew from the lounge, but a smaller version of an operatic stage. Above her on the ceiling hung several small chandeliers, which were the source of the light that was hurting her eyes. Lastly she noticed several seats placed in front of the small stage in rows and saw that several of the ones closest to the stage were occupied.

"It is about time you showed up Octavia." She heard as the minotaur that brought her to the room removed the leash from her collar and the cuffs from her hands. The voice was far too familiar to her at this point as it belonged to Schorl Tourmaline, the crystal pony who had taken so much from Octavia and expected to be thanked for it. "I would have hated for you to be late for your own performance."

Not showing the detest she felt for the mare she walked right over to the small group of creatures sitting in wait and gave them a small bow. "Sorry to keep you waiting, the guard was just making sure that I got my daily exercise." As she straightened herself upright she took time to actually examine the group. The first thing she saw made her heart jump in her chest. There, sitting right next to Schorl, was Golden Touch. The pegasus that had been dwelling in her thoughts for so long and supposedly held some knowledge of how to escape this terrible place.

It was almost surreal. She had been trying to get in touch with the stallion for a while and now he was just there, sitting in a seat right next to the mare who had caused her and so many others to suffer. He didn't seem upset in the slightest to be trapped here, naked and wearing a collar just like Octavia. In fact the smile on his face seemed to indicate that he was quite pleased with the situation.

Despite that she still wanted answers from the pegasus and if she had to she was ready to force the information out of him. If he was one of the trustees he deserved a few punches anyways. Then again she couldn't do any of that in front of the crystal unicorn in the room or the large minotaur. The real question was how she could get the stallion away from them. Being that he was one of Schorl's personal slaves it would prove difficult. In fact if there was one part of this plan that she didn't think through all the way it was that.

For now she had to stay focused and do what she was brought here to do, else she could be taken away and she would lose her chance. She turned her head away from her objective and instead looked at the two other creatures in the room who were sitting right beside Golden Touch and Schorl. One was Sartek, Schorl's personal guard. In his lap however was not only someone she didn't know but was of a race she wasn't familiar with. It was a slender creature, nude and collared, with brown fur that had white spots on her back and small and fluffy tail. The creature lovingly stroked the minotaur's enormous penis as it poked out from in between her legs, rubbing her wet vagina against it as she did.

"Is something wrong?" Schorl asked the earth pony as she looked at the creature. "Haven't you ever seen a deer before?"

"A deer?" Octavia replied curiously. She hadn't ever heard of a deer before, but then again she hadn't ever heard of a zebra either until Zecora was accepted into Ponyville

"Don't worry about it. They come from a distant land, one that Equestria has little connection with. I was thinking of introducing a few of them to the Society soon to add a little more variety. Satek tells me that they are good fucks."

"They are once properly trained." Sartek added. "Not that it's hard. The little nymphomaniacs will spread their legs the moment they hear or see anything remotely sexual." As if responding to the minotaur's words the deer let out a sharp squeal and doubled her efforts to work his shaft. Octavia found the display vile, but only because she assumed that the behavior was not natural for the deer despite Sartek's claims to the contrary.

"Quite, but we are not here because of her." Stated Schorl. "We are here because of you Octavia."

"Of course, how may I serve?" Octavia replied, prepared mentally for whatever humiliating thing the crystal pony had planned for her.

Schorl pointed to the stage. "I would like you to go on stage."

Octavia nodded and made her to a set of small she of steps at the stage's side. Knowing how the Society enjoyed taking what a pony held dear and pervert it the grey mare was sure that she was going to have to masturbate herself in this setting that was similar to the ones she use to play music in. What she didn't expect was to see a cello sitting up against a folding chair. Not just any cello, this one was hers.

Seeing the instrument the grey mare almost couldn't contain her emotions, holding back tears as she approached it. She took the fingerboard in her hand, the familiar feeling comforting like a reunion with an old friend. She turned back to the crowd, worried about what her next order would be. "Lady Tourmaline... " She hung her head submissively. "Please... don't make me fuck my cello." Octavia said, pleading with the crystal pony. She didn't want to have to defile the object for the amusement of this crowd. If that was what they wanted she would have to refuse and take whatever punishment they had planned.

"Don't be silly." Schorl replied. "We don't want you to rub yourself on that instrument. We want to hear you play it." The crystal mare clasped her hands together in anticipation. "Your owner has expressed from the very beginning that you were going to be used for your musical talents, not your sexual prowess."

"Then... what has all this training been about?" Octavia said lowly, expressing a bit of anger at how she had been treated thus far.

"Octavia.... do you know how you get an animal use to being handled?" Schorl said in a matter of fact way. "You handle it. The same logic can be applied to a slave. If you want them to get use to being used...."

"You use them..." Octavia interjected.

"Correct." Schorl said smirking at the earth pony. "And while it wasn't exactly what your owner wanted of you I find that sexual stimulation is one of the better ways to acclimate a slave to their rightful place. Once a pony, or any other creature, gets over the initial embarrassment of the action the pleasure they feel makes them very manageable. Even so in a case such as yourself. After all, you will only be expected to perform and compared to what you have already done willingly that shouldn't cause any problems."

Octavia could see the logic in Schorl's words, seeing that she herself was beginning to doubt whether or not her act was an act anymore. Still she didn't want to believe it, there was no way that a pony or any other sentient being could be so easily manipulated into a life of servitude. It had to be all lies to trick and confuse her, part of the crystal mare's scheme. If she accepted this as fact then she would have to also accept that it was an inevitability for herself as well.

"So whenever you're ready Octavia...." The earth mare, for the first time in a while, gave Schorl a scowl right in front of her. Mostly it was to assure herself that she she was doing this under protest, but that didn't stop her from going back and taking a seat on the folding chair. She placed the instrument in between her legs and held it in place with her knees. She looked to her sides for her bow, thinking that it had to be around if they intended her to play. She found it on the floor near the back legs of the seat and grasping it firmly she brought it to the strings of the cello, wondering if she even remembered how to play it right since she was out of practice for what had to be months at this point.

She mentally blocked out everything else in the room and concentrated only on the cello. She ran her bow across the strings, starting slow with a simple chord to make sure she still knew what she was doing. Her musically attuned ears picked up the notes and she could tell that she had performed it perfectly which encouraged her to continue. She wasn't playing anything specifically, she was just letting her hands play what she felt and it came out in a sad melody that caught the attention of all who heard it. Even the deer, who up until this point was focuses on rubbing Sartek's over-sized cock, had to stop and look to the earth mare as the notes touched her in a way that she could never properly convey to another being.

The song was a musical representation of pain and sorrow the grey mare had experienced, telling everything without the need for words. Every lash, every degrading act, every time she had to sacrifice freedom for relative comfort.... These were her music sheet. The crystal unicorn watching her.... She was the composer. Octavia was just an instrument translating what Schorl had caused into a sorrowful tune. As a pony whose very purpose in life was music it was something only she, or perhaps a pony of similar talent, could do.

After playing for several minutes the room fell silent for a few seconds before applause and a light sound of crying replaced the sad music. Octavia, opening her eyes, saw that Schorl was the one giving the ovation. As for the crying it was coming from all of the participants of the small audience, save for the minotaur who seemed completely unmoved by the piece. Octavia didn't care that Sartek didn't enjoy her song. She was playing for herself and no one else.

"Very good." Schorl said, wiping her eyes. "You are as talented as I had heard. Though perhaps you could've played something a little more uplifting."

"I mean no offense, but there is very little to find 'uplifting' about this place." Octavia replied.

"Then perhaps this might put you in a better mood." The crystal unicorn got up and climbed the steps of the stage before going over Octavia and her cello. "I am taking you off the slave rental roster."

Octavia didn't feel any better hearing that. Schorl wouldn't do something like this unless she had something else in store. "What's the catch?"

"Watch your tone." Schorl said in response. "But to answer your question I've decided that since you have been behaving and obeying that I should put your talent to good use as a reward. Instead of acting as a whipping girl or a sex object I want to have you perform your art for the pleasure of the Society. If you do well I'll even permit clothing privileges."

"I would... be allowed to play my cello... instead of being tortured or touched?" The idea did make Octavia feel a little better. After all this time she would be able to play again. Ever since she had come to the Society not a day went by where she didn't miss the feel of a bow in her hand or the sounds of classical music. Now she could have it all back and all she had to do was listen and obey. She had been doing it for so long anyway, what would be the difference if she just.... gave in?

"No..." Octavia thought, correcting herself. That was how Schorl wanted her to think. That through her submission she would earn things that should be basic pony rights. "I'm not their slave! I can beat this! I won't let them own me! "

Regardless to her thoughts on the topic she still didn't have a choice in the matter. Resistance would only set her back. It was better to be smart and accept what Schorl had planned for her than to refuse on the principle of pride. "I graciously accept your decision." Said the grey mare. "But.... might I keep my cello with me when I'm not performing?" She was sure that they were going to take the object away to store it away till they were ready to use her talents, but she couldn't bare to part with it again.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to get in a bit of extra practice, especially since we need you to play songs that don't bring members to tears all the time." Said Schorl. "I'll allow it, just as long as you play the way I want. Sartek, please prepare a room for the mare."

Sartek stood straight up out of his seat, causing the deer that was on his lap to fall to the floor. "Fine, but she had better learn how to play a good song. Else...." The minotaur paused and grabbed the deer by her collar, pulling her up with little care for if he was choking her by doing so. "Her master will not be pleased." The deer found her footing only a moment before being pushed along to the door.

As the minotaur left the room Schorl stepped down from the stage. "Well Octavia, I have to to leave. I have pressing matters to take care of. I'll make sure to get someone to keep an eye on you beforehand though. Golden Touch, go see if there is a member that isn't busy."

"Actually mistress..." The pegasus stallion replied as he got out of his own chair. "I was wondering if I could keep an eye on Octavia while you're busy. Ever since she first arrived I've been wanting to spend a little private time her."

"Private time? You do know that she is a type three. She isn't allowed to fuck." Replied the crystal pony.

The pegasus stallion gave her a smirk. "Mistress, we both know that I don't have to have sex in order to gain pleasure from a mare."

"Even so I just promised her that she wouldn't be touched like that anymore. I'm going to have to refuse your request" Said Schorl.

"Wait!" The two ponies looked up to see Octavia on her hands and knees, leaning over the edge of the stage as she looked at Schorl with desperation. "Lady Tourmaline, I don't mind if he wants to touch me. Please let him stay."

Schorl crossed her arms, unamused with the grey mare's sudden flip flop about being touched. "Why should I? You might behave and follow orders but you have always done so unwillingly. What makes this stallion different from any of the members that have touched you in the past?"

Octavia didn't really have a response for that, at least not one that wouldn't come off as trite. She had to think of something though, so she said the one thing that she thought might works. "Well.... my....um...my estrus cycle just started...." Octavia said, looking to the floor. It wasn't true, but it was embarrassing all the same to say it. Still, if the crystal pony thought that the grey mare was in heat there might of been a chance she would leave the stallion.

The crystal pony at first seemed a bit taken aback, as if she wasn't sure how to respond to such a declaration. "Well.... " She said as a grin grew on her face. "We are going to have to temporarily revoke your right to not be touched. Last thing I want is for you to agonize over an unsated desire. I'll set up some more sessions for you in between your performances. For now I can let Golden Touch provide you with some relief."

Octavia wondered if the crystal pony actually believed that. When a mare went into estrus it was usually very obvious as hormones took over and made the female pony latch on to any male they could find. Even those who considered themselves dedicated lesbians had trouble controlling their urges when the call to breed took over their bodies. Because of this Equestria had always had an underlying sexual nature, despite how conservative the populace seemed on the surface.

Whether the crystal pony believed her or just found it a convenient excuse to let members use her didn't matter in the slightest."Now you two have a good time and don't get too frisky." Octavia heard from Schorl as she watched the crystal pony leave the room.

"Don't worry." Golden Touch added. "I'll be good." The golden furred pegasus stallion gave his wings one strong flap and leaped up on stage next to the grey mare. "Estrus huh? You seem in control for a mare in her cycle."

Octavia stood up to meet the stallion eye to eye. Getting a better look at him she did think that he was an attractive pegasus. Then again almost every slave pony she had met had a sort of charm to them physically. If anything the Society had good taste. "I am a mare of sophistication. I have learned how to control myself." Octavia said, determined not to show any weakness to the pegasus.

The stallion had other plans though and moved in swiftly to get close to the grey mare. He pressed his nude body against the front of Octavia's, planting a deep kiss on her soft lips. The earth mare tried to lift her arms to push him away, but the pegasus grabbed her by the wrists to prevent her. She felt her resistance slip away as the pegasus continue his sensual kiss and without noticing she soon joined in, slipping her tongue in his mouth and wriggling it around as the stallion did the same. She only stopped when he broke away, feeling weak and powerless to him.

"Just as I thought, the Society has trained you well." The pegasus said to the mare who had become putty in his hands. "Your body responds nicely to sexual stimulation. If not for your will you would already be theirs." Golden Touch released the earth mare's wrists, but placed an arm around her back to keep her from falling to the floor. "But you're not in heat. Your body language tells me that."

Octavia gave out light pants, still recovering from the kiss. Could he really tell that by just looking at her? What else could he tell? He did restrain her exceptionally fast. She decided to test it again, tensing up her body and putting all of her might into a left hook. The pegasus just lifted his hand and caught the fist with ease, showing the earth pony that he was in complete control of the situation.

"Ok..... so I lied." Octavia said with a blush on her face, both from the kiss and from embarrassment of being outmatched. "But I really wanted to see you. I have some-"

The pegasus placed a finger on her lips to cut off her words. "I know you've been wanting to meet with me. I keep hearing rumors in the showers about it. Not to mention Sweet Mint giving me a scolding for leading another owner's slave astray. You and I are practically coltfriend and marefriend."

Hearing that the mare worked up the will to push herself away from the golden hued stallion. "That isn't why I'm here!" Flustered by the pegasus' words she was about to come right out and say her true intentions, but the stallion put his finger to his lips to silence her again.

"Look, we don't have a lot of time together." He said. "So why don't we get started, my dear. Go over to that chair and bend over it. Then I will help you out in any way I can." The pegasus pointed back to the folding chair that Octavia used while playing her instrument. She didn't know why, but she didn't object even a little as she went over and played her hands on the back of it. "Spread your legs, my dear. It will make things easier." Octavia obeyed, separating her legs and even going as far as to move her tail out of the way to give the stallion easy access to her naughty bits.

The stallion then came to Octavia's side and placed his hands on her body. The grey mare quivers as he lightly stroked her fur with his fingers. "Hold still my dear." She instantly tensed herself to keep from her twitches. How was he doing this? He was working her like a puppet. His every word was like an irresistible command and the stallion wasn't done yet.

Moving his hand down to her pussy he rubbed the lips of her soft mound in the most delightful way. Octaiva's back made a sudden arch and she let out a moan that echoed through the room. "One last thing. Repeat after me my dear. My name is Octavia Melody and I am a cum slut."

"I am- ah... Octavi-AH! Melody and I uhhh.... am a cum slut." The words came out without thinking and once she had said them she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, using the other to remain balanced on the seat. As she did she felt the stallion press his chest against her back, moving his hands to her breast and squeezing them softly to further excite her.

"My... dear...." He whispered in her ear. "These two words are their weapons. They have trained you to respond to them. The members of the Society use the words so much I started seeing a pattern. Sorry I had to test it on you, but I had to know. Seems it goes pretty deep." Octavia tried to look back at the stallion, but got her nipples pinched hard for doing so. "Keep your head forward and don't say a word." Golden Touch said as the mare let out another loud moan. "From this point on answer my questions in only moans. One for yes, two for no. Do you understand?"

Octavia let out a short moan, partially to say yes and also because of the pegasus' skilled hands that were caressing her ample breasts. "Good, you never know who is listening in. Now first off.... do you still want to escape?" Octavia, having held back her sounds of lust, let out another moan in response. "Do you have a plan." Octavia wanted to say yes, but her plan relied on what Golden Touch knew and because of such she had to reply with two short moans.

"Well.... then forget I said anything. Just keep you head down and do what they say." The pegasus said giving the mare a reassuring pat on the head.

"NO!" Octavia yelled out loud. She could tell that the stallion had gotten all the information out of her he wanted and was about to end their session together since she had nothing to offer. "Please.... you can't tell me to just continue obeying them." Bringing her voice down to a whisper. "Not after what you just did. If I stay here any longer.... I'm going to lose myself...."

The earth mare, still keeping her face forward, heard Golden Touch grumble to himself a bit before he brought his head close to hers again as he continued to feel up her body. "Fine, I'll let you in on my plan. I'm not sure if it will help you but if it can make you feel better..... I am trying to get us all out of here. I think I'm close too. I just need a little more time."

"Is.... is there anyway I can help?" Octavia asked the stallion.

The pegasus shook his head. "Not the way you are. Even if you know about the trigger words they still might be able to control you at an inopportune moment. I can't risk it. Sorry...." Octavia felt a sudden surge of pleasure fill her body as she felt a set of fingers plunge deep inside of her wet pussy. The mare collapsed into the seat, the intense feeling filled her to the core and made her lose all control. "I'm sorry for everything." Hearing that the mare went lost consciousness, her world going black.

When she awoke some time later she was greeted by the hooves of a minotaur. The creature wasn't pleased at all that he had to come fetch her, but then again they hardly ever seemed to be in a good mood unless they were tormenting one of the slaves. Getting to her feet she apologized just for the sake of apologizing and received a swat on her posterior before being led to her newly scheduled session with some rich stallion who was incredibly excited to be able to toy with a mare in the midst of estrus. Octavia did her best to play the part of a horny, hormone driven mare as she didn't want to be punished for displeasing him.

Some time later, roughly a week from what Octavia believed, she was lead to another room by a yellow unicorn mare with purple and white striped hair. "Here we are, my dear." She said, making Octavia cringe at the words. Now knowing what to look out for she had developed a way of tuning it out which helped to resist the mental manipulation. After closing the door and locking it the mare removed Octavia's bondage and pointed her over to a plush bed. "Go take a seat and when my husband gets here we will see what we can do to help that burning desire of yours."

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am." Octavia said as she sat down.

"Good girl." The mare replied before placing her hands on her hips and turning to the door. "Now what is taking Jet Set so long. He was just going to get a few drinks and a couple of toys."

As Octavia prepared herself for another long session of being teased and tortured she closed her eyes for a moment in exasperation. When she opened them however the room had gone pitch black. "Huh? The lights have gone out." She heard the other mare in the room murmur to herself.

It wasn't long before the sound of ponies talking amongst each other reached the room from outside in the halls. Whatever happened wasn't an isolated incident. "Could this be.... It has to be. Golden Touch is making his move." Octavia thought to herself. If this really was part of the pegasus' plan then it was also her chance to escape as well. She had to at least try, if not for her sake than for the sake of every other pony trapped in this horrid place. It would be better if two ponies were trying to make it out anyways and if she did get caught then at the very least she could act as a distraction for the stallion.

First though she needed to get out of the room and to do that she would need the key to the door. Reaching around Octavia tightly gripped the first solid thing she could find and when she did the earth pony could tell that what she was about to do next would satisfy her far more than anything else she had ever done before.

Author's Note

Ok, just before anyone asks any questions about the deer let me explain a little bit of them.

Deer come from a small island continent (think Australia) called Fawnasia. It is a place that has been long socially separated from most of the known world, having a history of xenophobia Recently though the most newly appointed king foregone this tradition and opened up boarders about 50 years ago. As such very little is known about the deer in most of Equestria. A little bit to note about deer is that they have a ritualistic ceremony of fertility that takes place four times a year where they partake in sexual activities after eating copious amounts of passion fruit, which is native to their island. As such some races see them as nymphomaniacs and in some cases easily trained sex slaves.

Oh, and just as a reminder the pegasus OC in this chapter belongs to Golden Touch

Grave Escape

Octavia casually tossed aside the remains of the broken lamp in her hand. At her feet lay an unconscious unicorn mare, one of the members of the Society. She never really considered herself a violent pony, but she was never more satisfied than when she heard the porcelain shatter against the mare's skull. Crouching down Octavia frisked the unicorn, searching for the key that would let her out of the room she was currently locked in.

"It has to be here somewhere..." The earth mare said to herself as she shifted through the knocked out pony's pockets. Pulling out everything she found what she was looking for along with a large sum of money. Not really seeing a use for the cash she tossed it aside, but then focused on something else the unicorn had which could be of some use. She picked up the limp body and sat it up against the bed before carefully removing the mare's clothing.

Before long Octavia had the unicorn nearly naked, leaving only her underwear on since she didn't need the garments nor did she want leave the mare completely nude. The clothing way thankfully a bit loose and even though it was about a size too small the only place it seemed tightly fitted was around her breasts. Octavia had to admit that it felt odd wearing clothes again after going so long without them. They felt constricting and the feeling of the fabric against her fur gave her an odd sensation. She ignored that though as she thought that it might provide a decent disguise. A guard might not think twice about her walking freely down the halls since only members were allowed to wear things besides bondage attire.

Using the key Octavia unlocked the door and poked her head out to see if anyone who could recognize her was around. Doing so she saw that the halls were just as dark as the room she was in. Whatever caused this blackout seemed to be affecting the whole facility. "This is good." Octavia thought. As dark as it was no one would be able to tell her apart from anyone else. For once she was glad there were no windows to let in sunlight. She stepped completely out of the room and locked the door behind her, hoping that it would be some time till the mare inside awoke.

The earth pony looked down the dark corridor she was standing in, trying to plan her next move. She might have been given opportunity to escape, but she really didn't have a clue where an exit was. Every place she was ever taken to never showed signs of being close to the outside. "That's ok." Octavia thought, a sly grin growing on her face. "If the places they wanted me to be in don't have a way out I am sure I will find one in the areas that they didn't want me to be in."

It made a bit of sense that they would keep her far away from any place she could escape from, but even so it was risky. Then again what she was doing right now was risky. She didn't even want to think about what was going to happen to her if she got caught. Instead she focused on her next dilemma, whether or not to try and help other ponies trapped in this place. If she went left down the hall she could make it to the kennels pretty quickly and perhaps she could cause a riot or even get someone out with her. Perhaps even Coco. Out of all of the slaves Octavia could call her "inner circle" in the Society Coco had always seemed the most vulnerable and if Octavia could she would like to take her with her.

"No.... I can't.... I'm sure there will be guards there in a situation like this. It'll be impossible.... I'll have to leave them...." Turning the opposite direction from the kennels Octavia started her way down the hall. "Just hold on Coco. I'll get you and everyone else out of here. I promise." The grey mare said, her heart heavy in her chest as she thought of the small mare. Even if Octavia made it out she still had no idea where the Society's club was located. For all she knew it could be in the middle of nowhere and it could be days or weeks before she could get to someone who could help. She could only hope that when she did the mare that would be waiting for her would be the same one she left behind.

After a short run down the halls Octavia turned a corner to get closer to the lounge, since there was a place beyond that room where she had seen members come from but not the slaves. As she did she stopped in her tracks when she spotted a bit of blue light floating in the middle of the passageway. She stood there for a moment to let her eyes adapt to the illumination, but ducked back around the corner when she heard a voice come from it.

"Is everypony here?" A blue unicorn stallion called out, using the natural glow generated by his magic to light his path. At first Octavia thought he had seen her, but then another voice called back to him.

"There are two of us over here!" A female voice said from Octavia's left. "We have three slaves with us too! They are getting a bit fidgety! What's going on?"

Following the voice the unicorn moved closer and closer to Octavia, forcing the earth pony to back up further back down the path she had come from. She waited for the stallion to turn and move farther away from her before trying to get past him and continue her course, but again she froze when the unicorn's glow revealed who it was replying to his calls.

It was Whiplash, the pegasus that had used Octavia the first day she was brought to the Society. If anyone was going to notice the grey mare it was going to be someone like her; someone who had used personally. "Do you know what's going on?" Whiplash asked the unicorn.

"Not sure exactly. Something made every light go out all at once. Me and some other unicorns are going around to make sure everypony is fine." The unicorn replied. "We're leading everypony towards the lounge, figured it would be the best place to sit this out."

Whiplash looked visibly irritated by this incident. "I can't believe it, first day off in a month and this happens. Lady Tourmaline should have taken measures to prevent things like this. I thought the lights were magically fueled anyways, how does something like this even happen?"

"Who knows... All I can say is that once this is over I'm going to have to speak with our distinguished leader about how this place is powered." The unicorn turned around and led Whiplash back the way he had come from. With them were four other ponies, three of them bound in ways that made it so they had no way to take advantage of this situation. It was honestly pure luck that Octavia had been released from her own bonds just moments before the blackout.

Allowing the group to pass the earth pony slipped in right behind them, placing herself right behind the slave ponies in hopes that she would blend in if she just remained quiet. It wasn't the best idea to stay this close to Whiplash or any member of the Society for that matter, but they were heading straight to the location she need to get to. If they just didn't notice that their party had grown by one it would make the trip a cakewalk compared to having to sneak around in the shadows.

As she kept pace with the ponies, taking care to stay at the edge of the unicorn stallion's light radius, she noticed that the two ponies she was leading were Comet Tail and Flitter. Octavia didn't really know Comet Tail very well since male and female slaves only spent time together when they were being used, but she did know Flitter as the two mares often spoke with one another in the shower area.

If Octavia thought she could get away with it she would've tried to get the pegasus mare away from Whiplash, but the grey mare knew better since it would be three members against her and there was no guarantee that the other slave pony she didn't know wouldn't join in. Even Comet Tail could turn on her on a whim if he felt he would be rewarded for it. He had already proven in the past that he was one of the ponies here who only cared about his own safety.

The trek to the lounge didn't take too long and never once did any of the ponies she was following look back to see her. However as they got close to the location the grey mare noticed a purplish glow getting increasingly stronger. Octavia figure it had to be another unicorn using their magic to guide ponies, but there was something about it that made her pause. She allowed the group to walk ahead of her and was glad she did when she heard the unicorn speak.

"Miss Whiplash, I see you found your way here safely." Said a voice that could only belong to a certain crystal pony.

"Lady Tourmaline, what is all this about?" Whiplash asked, giving the crystal unicorn an annoyed tone.

"My apologies." Schorl replied. "It seems that we had a bit of a problem with our power system. We are doing everything in our power to fix the issue in a prompt manner."

"Hmph, and what is with all these minotaurs?" Said Whiplash

"Well we are taking a few precautions to make sure everypony is safe and where they are suppose to be." Schorl explained. "I've sent a crew to search the halls for any ponies that have lost their way. We also have stationed some minotaurs to key locations to make sure that no pony wonders into restricted areas."

Octavia didn't like the sound of that. To her "restricted area" translated to "any place she could escape from". Not only that but if Schorl was up ahead with a group of minotaurs it would prove difficult to slip past. She had to adjust her plan to adapt to this new information or at least figure out how to get past the obstacles blocking her path. She did have one idea, but to get it to work she was going to need a little help.

The grey mare crept up to the back of the group once more, praying to Celestia that no one would notice her. Luckily for her the glow from the crystal pony's horn was a dark purple and concealed her just enough to sneak behind Flitter.

"Flitter... don't say anything and don't turn around." Octavia whispered as Schorl and Whiplash continued their conversation, placing a hand on the pegasus mare's shoulder. Flitter, having been surprised by the earth mare, tried to jump in shock but found herself firmly planted to the floor by the strong grip holding her. "Don't be afraid, it's me... Octavia. Now I need you to listen to me. If you understand look up for a few seconds." Flitter did as instructed and looked up for a couple of seconds, acting nonchalant as she performed the action.

"Good, now listen. I am getting us out of here. I got free and I'm going to escape to get help. First though I need to get past this point and to do that I need your assistance." Once she finished explaining what was going on Octavia felt Flitter shivering slightly as she did her best not to draw attention in her direction. The grey mare knew she was asking a lot of her friend. At any moment the two could be caught talking to each other and it would be very likely that Flitter would be held accountable for not saying anything. While Octavia could make a run for it to try and lose any pursuers the pegasus was held at the end of a leash and would have no place to go. It was really unfair for Octavia to ask the mare to place herself in harm's way, but it was the only chance that any of them had.

"I know you're scared. I am too, but I can't do this without you. I just need a bit of a distraction, something to get the attention of Schorl and her guards. Give me a few seconds to get ready and then do whatever you can." Octavia removed her hand from the pegasus and stepped back into the shadows. Now all she had to do was wait till Flitter was ready.

Octavia kept her eyes on the pegasus, using the lights from Schorl and the unicorn stallion to outline the silhouettes of each pony in front of her. A minute passed and Flitter still hadn't made her move. Octavia was starting to get impatient, all Flitter had to do was make a bunch of noise or try to pull away from Whiplash or something that would get everyone focused on her so she could go by unnoticed. She kept at the ready though knowing the pegasus wouldn't let her down.

"Well I held you all up long enough." Schorl said, bringing the conversation to its conclusion. The crystal pony and the minotaurs moved out of the way to allow the group before them passage. "Please enjoy yourselves in the lounge. I have arranged refreshments to be given out, free of charge of course, till this problem has been resolved."

Octavia watched as the silhouettes disappeared in the darkness as they went past the crystal pony and as she did realization of what had happened set in. Flitter had chickened out and instead of causing a distraction or telling on the earth pony she had decided to simply stay quiet about the whole thing. Octavia could understand that position, not wanting to be involved in something that could easily get her in trouble, but that didn't stop her from feeling a bit angry at the girl. She really would have to fall back now and try something else, even though she didn't have the first clue of where else she should go. Turning around she headed back towards the area where the private rooms were, believing that she had wasted her time in this endeavor.

"AUWAHH!" Octavia stopped dead in her tracks as she heard an ungodly noise come from the direction of the lounge. As she looked back towards the noise she saw the purple light bounce up and down rapidly and get increasingly dimmer. Not exactly sure what had happened she decided, against her better judgement, to investigate.

"What's going on here?" She heard Schorl say as she got closer.

"I don't know. This girl just crumpled over and started screaming." Whiplash replied.

As Octavia continued towards the sounds of screaming she noticed that the guards had been lured away from their station and towards the lounge. Poking her head around the corner she could see that everyone from the group she was following, as well as Schorl and the minotaurs, had encircled Flitter. The pegasus mare was on her knees, curled up in a fetal position as she clutched her stomach.

"It hurts! IT HURTS!" Flitter yelled. The pony's cries expressed intense pain as she rolled over on her side. Octavia herself thought that something serious had happened to the pegasus until she begun to figure out what Flitter had done. The pegasus had waited till she was taken farther down the hall and turned at a fork, drawing Schorl and her guard down one way while leaving the other clear. This was much better than her own plan, which was to try and slip past the large minotaurs in the narrow hallway while they were looking the other way.

"Flitter, I'm sorry I ever doubted you." The grey mare thought as she slipped into the halls across from the crowd. While this wasn't the way that she wanted to go it did lead to another area that was off limits to the slaves which meant it was possible that an exit was there. Seeing as the path towards the lounge was completely cut off at this point she didn't really have much of a choice. She walked away, listening to her friend's very realistic screams until she made it to a point where she felt she could run without being heard.

Racing away from the crystal pony and her guard as fast as she could Octavia found that this area was a straight run. She was glad that it was since she had never came down this way before and the last thing she wanted was to get lost. Every once in a while she would see the shadowy outline of a door, but she had decided not to look into them thinking that they would just lead to dead ends. That was until she notice one that was slightly ajar. The fact that it was left in this state indicated that someone had been there recently and didn't have enough time to close it went the blackout started, at least that was what the earth pony deduced. If that was the case then perhaps in their haste they had left something behind that she could use, maybe even some sort of weapon to defend herself with. She took a deep breath and peeked inside.

As she looked inside she could make out that the walls were lined in metal racks that held a wide variety of bondage items and sex toys on them. It seemed that she had stumbled across a supply closet. Believing that there was nothing in here of use she started to move back into the hall until she felt something grab a hold of the collar of her shirt.

Octavia lifted her hands up in response to the feeling of being grabbed, attempting to removed whoever had her so she could get away. However before she could reach what was holding her she was pulled inside with a hard tug. Losing control of herself in the momentum she was unable to avoid the hard kick to her shins that swept her off her legs and caused her to fall face first on the floor. Before she knew it a heavy, toned body was straddled on top of her around her torso, pinning her to the ground. Next she felt her attacker press an arm on the back of her neck to hold her still. "Nighty night you bitch." Octavia heard a male voice say a she felt his body shift.

She was about to get hit and knocked unconscious. It was over.... she had failed. This was her one chance for freedom and she blew it. As panic set into her mind she screamed out one last desperate plea as her mind anticipated the blow. "No! Don't!"

The mare clinched her eyes tightly in reflex, but to her confusion the guy on top of her relaxed and got off of her. "Octavia?" She heard the male say.

Turning on her back she looked up and after letting her eyes adjust she made out the form of a familiar pegasus stallion. "Golden Touch!?" She yelled in a whisper. "What are you doing here!?"

"I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing in those clothes?" He said back to her.

"These?" Octavia said adjusting her shirt back in place. "I thought it could work as a disguise if anypony tried to get a good look at me."

Golden Touch rubbed his brow, taking in everything. "Well it worked... I almost knocked you for a loop. Didn't I tell you to stay put?"

"No, you told me that I wouldn't be any help. I think that I've proven that wrong by getting as far as you have." Octavia said, smirking at the stallion believing that she had proved her resourcefulness. "So what's the plan?"

"Well I was trying to find some needles they had in here for piercings." The stallion explained. "I swear I saw some just a few days ago, but now the entire kit is gone."

"Needles? What would you need those?" Asked the grey mare.

"Lock picking.... I wasn't planning on it, but Schorl locked the door to her chambers." Said the pegasus.

Octavia was a bit skeptical about this plan. "Why do we want to go there? Wouldn't there be an exit close to the lounge?"

"Probably, but it would the most heavily guarded one. I happen to know that Schorl has her own private exit that she uses on the rare occasions that she leaves the building. If only I had something with a point on it...." Golden Touch looked at the shelves once more, making sure that he hadn't overlooked the pins.

"Something with a point...." Octavia reached back into her tail and felt around for a moment before touching something solid. Grabbing a hold of the object she gave it a good yank, plucking a strain of hair out in the process. Opening her hand in front of her she looked at the small screw that sat in her palm. Ever since she had got it back she had been hiding it on her body by using her hair to tie a knot around it. She got the idea from how Fleetfoot had kept it in her wings to hide it before. "What about this?"

Golden touch turned to see what she was talking about, taking the screw from her and looking it over. "It's a bit thick, but I think it might just work." He paced back and forth for a moment, thinking it over again and again. "I guess there is only one way to find out. Come on, let's go."

The two went back out into the hall and continued down it in the opposite direction from the lounge. They opened a door at the end of it that lead into a waiting room of some sort before the stallion crouched down at a door on the other side. Octavia, watching the pegasus stick the point of the screw the door's keyhole was not entirely sure about this. "Are you sure that you can do this? I know I couldn't."

"Don't worry, I'm really good with my hands." Golden Touch said as he focused on his task.

Octavia couldn't help but blush at that comment, remembering her time with him before. "I have noticed." The pegasus chuckled at his reply, getting her implication, which made her laugh a bit too. She didn't really know the pegasus well, but he seemed like a nice guy. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances they could've been friends.

The pegasus messed with the lock for some time before a telltale click filled the room, indicating that the lock had been released. Golden Touch opened the door and as he did a bright light shined through the doorway, making the two ponies cover their eyes. "Ugh.... looks like you missed a spot."

The stallion grabbed Octavia's hand and pushed forward into the bright room. "Every room in this section runs on a separate power source. It really wasn't worth disabling it too since Schorl likes to involve herself with every aspect of the Society and she was sure to want to deal with this situation first hand."

As Octavia's eyes adjusted she could make out the crystalline chamber she was walking through. It was an undeniably beautiful area, the type of place that would be fit for an alicorn princess. It was a pity that the creature that resided here was such a despicable being. She was almost entranced by the sight of it all, but Golden Touch pulled her along to another door at the back end of the room. "Come on, we can't linger here."

Going through to the next area Octavia found it to be less extravagant than the crystal chamber, but still was more luxurious than any of the other halls or rooms of the Society. It really was a testament to the crystal unicorn's ego as it seemed that she saw herself on par with royalty with the amount of lavish items she surrounded herself with.

"We're going to need to split up." Said Golden Touch, looking into a room for a moment only to shut the door when he saw nothing of use there. "We can cover more ground and find the way out quicker."

"I thought that you knew where the exit was." The grey mare replied, having assumed the stallion had been in this area before.

Golden Touch shook his head. "No, I just know that when Schorl says she is going out she always heads off in this direction."

Octavia's began to get a little discouraged. What if there was no exit this way? What if all their effort had been for nothing? They had already spent too much time getting to this point, they would never make it to a different exit now. Stress was setting in as the idea of being caught became more and more real to her, that was until she felt a small kiss on her cheek. Snapping out of her train of thought she looked at the golden hued stallion next to her. "What was that for?" She asked, a bit put off by what she perceived as an act of affection.

"To make you feel better. I know it looks bad, but I'm sure this will all work out. Just stay calm." Golden Touch said as he looked through another doorway. "Looks like this leads off elsewhere. You check out the this hallway while I check out where this goes." Octavia watched the pegasus disappear from her sight before going off by herself. She was still a bit unsure about this, but she now had the motivation to carry on despite it.

The earth pony inspected each room along her way down the hall, finding even more examples of the crystal pony's decadent life style. Wine room, a luxurious bedroom, a bath that looked as it could double as a pool, if anything Schorl had made quite a profit from her business. There were also rooms that were much like the private rooms in the club area, having dungeon-esque themes to them with devices and tools that looked a bit more brutal than what was given to the members.

She continued her search through every single door in hopes that one would be the way out until she came across a room with walls lined in bookshelves with a desk near the center of it. She would've just moved on since this was obviously not the exit, but as she closed the door she heard a slight whimper from inside. "Oh my gosh... somepony's in there." The earth pony said to herself. Having left both Coco and Flitter behind she didn't want to leave behind another if she could help it, especially being this close to a possible escape.

"Hello?" Octavia said in a hushed tone, still worried that any moment a guard could come around the corner. "I heard you in here. Please help me find you." She called out, getting another groan in response. This time she could tell that the sound was coming from the desk itself. The earth pony hastily went over to the other side of the piece of furniture. At first she still couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from, but then she moved the chair aside and spotted the source.

Bound in rope in a crouching position was the unicorn mare Sweet Mint. Her arms were tied behind her back and the collar around her neck was attached by a cord to a metal ring bolted to the floor. On the mare's head was a cloth blindfold and an oral gag that forced her mouth wide open, her tongue hanging out and held in place by a rod that went through the muscle which was attached to the gag itself. As Octavia looked at the mare shocked she felt an urge of revulsion build inside her as Sweet Mint flicked the tip of her tongue at the air and let out another throaty moan. Mint wasn't calling out cause she needed aid. She wanted her mistress and craved to pleasure her.

Octavia slid the chair back into place. She knew that Mint was too far gone to want to leave. The unicorn probably would try to stop her if she released her from the bindings. It was best to just leave her where she was and go back to looking for a way out. Octavia would've done just that, but then something caught her eyes. A bunch of things in fact.

"What... is... this?" She said aloud as she picked up a few photographs that were sprawled out on top of the desk. The images were of six specific ponies. She immediately recognized the two in the photos she was holding. One was a pink earth pony with poofy hair that she had encountered at the Grand Galloping Gala. She didn't know her name, but she would never forget how that pony had helped turn the formal party into a fiasco. The other was the newly ascended Princess Twilight. Each of the images had small notes on them that seemed to tell about their personal quirks as well as mark the intent Schorl had for each pony.

"Pinkie Pie: Erratic personality. Not member material, intensive slave training required. Princess Twilight Sparkle: High priority target. Must wait for opportune time of capture." Octavia tossed down the pictures and picked up a few more. "Applejack: Work pony. Has relatives who are Society members. Might be an issue if enslaved, but not really member material. Rarity: Shows promise. Might be the best pony to pursue for membership. Fluttershy: Naturally submissive. Will require little training. Performing the Crystal Heart Ritual on this one is a must. Rainbow Dash: Extremely independent and strong willed. Time with Lightning Dust may be required to break her. Will use passion fruit as necessary."

Octavia trembled as she placed down the images. This was turning into more than just a pony trafficking ring and becoming more like a conspiracy to either enslave or convert these ponies. Octavia needed to know more, if anything this information would prove useful when she went to the authorities. Shifting though the pictures she found a piece of paper with a large amount of writing on it.

Progress Report.

As of next week I will be sending one of our newest members to draw in the first of the Elements of Harmony. Expectations are high as the earth pony, Miss Pollomare, has connections with the mare as does her slave, Coco Pommel. At the very least they should be able to bring the unicorn, Rarity, to the club. From there we will give her the standard offer and if she agrees then we will begin her formal training. If not then we will go to plan B and re-educate her as a slave. From there we will proceed to the plan to claim each of the remaining Elements. We still haven't aroused too much suspicion, but at this phase of our plan we expect a certain level of awareness to reach the alicorns. However we are prepared to transfer the slaves at the facility to Minopolis at a moment's notice.

The letter stopped there, but there was obviously more to this. Who was the letter to? Why did they want the "Elements"? Where in Equestria was this Minopolis? It was all over Octavia's head, but whatever it was couldn't be good. She had to get out of there and tell someone, but unfortunately it wasn't meant to be.

"Miss Melody...." The grey mare heard, sending a chill down her spine. She didn't even have to look up, she knew it was Schorl. Lifting her head up she laid her eyes upon both her and her minotaur guard, Sartek. "You disappoint me. I had such high expectations for you, but then you go ahead and do something as stupid as this." The two stepped into the room and Sartek closed the door behind him. Octavia was trapped. "Did you really think I wouldn't have some sort of security for my chambers? I knew the moment you opened my front door. An enchantment signaled to me that somepony was intruding in places they didn't belong."

Octavia picked up the chair next to her and lifted it high. She knew that it wouldn't effect the minotaur one bit, but if Schorl got close she might be able to do a bit of damage. "I know what you're up to. The Elements of Harmony, Minopolis!"

Schorl chuckled. "Such an inquisitive slave. So you know about some of our targets and our escape plan. What of it? As long as you are here such information will do you no good. Now...." The crystal pony's horn begun glowing and Octavia felt the chair in her hands get yanked from her grasp. "Get on your knees and I might lessen your punishment a tiny bit."

"Fuck you! And I'm not your fucking slave!" Octavia yelled at the mare.

"Oh really?" Sartek said, stepping forward. "Then why is it that you still wear that collar?" Octavia brought her hand to her neck and felt the piece of leather around it. She had completely forgot about it. "We haven't locked it to your throat, but when given the opportunity to escape you left it on. Even in those clothes if anyone saw that they would know your status." As the minotaur made it to the desk he grabbed one side of it and easily tossed it to the side with his massive strength, scattering all the photos and papers on top of it and revealing the tied up unicorn underneath it.

"Please be careful! Try not to hurt Sweet Mint!" Schorl called to the large creature.

Sartek grabbed Octavia around the neck and lifted her off the ground. "Face it mare, the collar is now a part of you. Even if you say you're not you know that you are a slave, just a very disobedient one." The grey mare grabbed the minotaur's wrist and tried kicking at his body, hitting his solid muscle which only served to annoy him. "Don't worry though...." The minotaur continued as he raised the mare up high above his head with one arm.

Letting out a loud roar he brought the helpless earth pony to the ground, slamming her hard on her back. The air was pushed out of Octavia's lungs from impact and as she gasped for breath her vision faded to black. "No... I can't... not here... stay..... a.....wake..."

It was no use though, her mind was shutting down to ignore the pain. Staring the smiling minotaur in the eye as she lost consciousness she heard him finish his thoughts. "We know exactly how to deal with ponies like you."

Author's Note

We are about at the end of the Octavia arc. All that is left is one part before we move on, which should satisfy all you sadists out there. Sorry that this chapter completely lacked any sexy bits, but like I said next time should more than make up for it.

Just to clarify for those not musically inclined the title today is a play on words as "Grave" is a musical term to keep with the theme of the chapter names. It also works to make the situation seem more dire.

Golden Touch belongs to his creator and I'm very thankful that he let me use him.

Dirge of Defiance

Author's Note

Warning to those who it may concern, this particular chapter might be more unpleasant than any that come before it. If you are against the brutal discipline of a certain musically inclined grey earth pony then I suggest you skip it. Plot wise you are not missing much save for a bit near the end (Starting at "A sudden shake").

Aside from that this is the finale of the Octavia arc, though we are not entirely done with her as the next one in a mini one that will directly effect her. I would tell you the focus of it now, but it is told at the end and I'd hate to ruin the surprise.

Today's guest OCs are Golden Touch (by mention) and Solar Flicker (the black pegasus that will be on stage) who belongs to Gamer Guy 42

Dirge of Defiance

Murmuring..... that was the sound that came to the grey mare's ears. Her body ached, her breaths were labored and she could feel the familiar touch of polished floor boards and shackles around her wrists. She kept her eyes closed, knowing that she could delay this for a while if she feigned unconsciousness. In no way would it allow her to avoid what was to come, but delaying the inevitable was a decent consolation.

Octavia tried to collect her thoughts, but the headache she had was making the process a chore. Even then she powered through the pain to determine her situation. "A stage..." She thought. Her location was fine with her, she had spent most of her life on stage. Next she focused on the murmurs. "An audience..." This too was fine with her as she had grown up performing for the enjoyment of other ponies.

Lastly the grey mare focused on the sound of light hoof steps walking in her direction. She let out a groan "The conductor...." This was where her acceptance with this situation ceased. Since the first time Octavia met this pony all she had been at odds with her since she always made the earth pony play the way she wanted. Octavia despised being part of her orchestra and longed to play again her own melodies, but at this point it seemed that wouldn't be happening for some time and unfortunately it was time to face the music.

Octavia opened her eyes slowly, expecting the crystal unicorn, Schorl Tourmaline, to be the first thing to meet them. Instead was a sight that made her just feel sick. Not even five feet away from her was Flitter, the mare that had aided her in her escape attempt. She could hear the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh intermixed with moans of terror and discomfort as two stallions had her bent over between them.

The stallion behind her, a large earth pony with red fur that Octavia knew as Golden Locks, stood behind the pegasus mare. Holding Flitter's arms in his hands he forced them behind her back so far that she had to be in her bent position just to have them not pulled from their sockets. As he held them in place the clydesdale thrusted his hips again and again, slamming his mast of a dick inside Flitter's rear until her anus wrapped around the base of it only to pull it back out so he could repeat the process.

At the mare's front was a pitch black pegasus stallion with a combed down black and white striped mane and tail. This one gripped the poor female pegasus' mane firmly as he used the mane to move her head back and forth on his cock, pushing it deeply enough for Octavia to see a small bulge appear for a split second in Flitter's throat with each thrust.

"It didn't take long for us to find out what she did." Octavia heard from behind her as the crystal pony she had come to loathe more than anything walked by. "The doctors found nothing wrong with her when we had her checked out. Putting two and two together it was quite obvious that she was an accomplice to your rebellious act. However she has apologized for her transgression in front of everypony here and thus I have given her a bit of leniency."

Octavia lifted herself up with her arms and looked out into the darkness that surrounded the stage. While she couldn't make out single pony in the crowd, she could see the countless silhouettes that surrounded her. She wasn't sure how many were members and how many slaves, but she could tell that there was a good portion of both. This wasn't just a punishment for doing something wrong or disobeying, this was going to be a public demonstration of what happens when you tried to defy the Society.

Schorl walked up to Flitter and gently ran her hand across the pegasus' face to wipe away a stream of tears. "It's ok my dear, I forgive you and after these two are done we can put this all behind us." Said the crystal pony before turning back to the shackled earth pony. "Now the question is will your friend accept my forgiveness as well? All I need is a small apology."

"And then what?!" Octavia screamed, her rage at what Schorl had done to Flitter fueling her words. "I say I'm sorry and take a beating for trying to escape this hell hole!? I won't do it! I refuse!"

Schorl sighed. "You were doing so well Octavia. I was ready to allow you a privileged life as a tamed mare and then you let your pride get in the way. If anything this proves that you are not worthy of the freedoms you once took for granted. You are nothing but a filly throwing tantrums because you aren't getting your way." The crystal unicorn snapped her fingers and Octavia watched as a chain attached to her shackles started to rise into the rafters above her, pulling her arms above her head and forcing her get up on her hooves. "And it is about time somepony reined you in."

The crystal pony sauntered over to the the edge of the stage and pulled out a small scroll. She unrolled the parchment and gave a quick nod to her left. With this gesture the lights shining on the stage dimmed until there was nothing but darkness. This didn't last however as several spotlights suddenly turned on, all of them focusing on Octavia save for one which shined upon the crystal mare.

"Esteemed members of the Society." Schorl started, reading a prepared speech from the scroll in her hands with an extreme level of gravitas. "The mare that stands before you has abused her free will and has actively and purposely defied the will of not only her owner, but the Society on the whole. Yet we cannot blame her for her actions as she has had instilled in her the idea that she should be treated as an equal by a princess who is a hypocrisy to the very concept that she preaches."

Schorl began walking around the stage in a seemingly random pattern, the light on her following her every movement and making her dark crystalline body shimmer like stars across the night sky. "Thus we can only do what we can to teach her the proper way of the world. That some are born as inferiors, born to obey those better than themselves...." As she reached this point of her speech she stopped on spot, standing right next to Octavia so that her muzzle was close to the earth pony's ear. "Born to serve."

Octavia turned her head to the crystal mare and gave her a look of indignation. "I swear on Celestia's yellow sun.... you'll pay for this. One day it will be you in chains."

Schorl just smirked at the earth mare's comment and moved away. "As of late last night the following transgression were committed by this slave: Assault on a member of the society, Stealing from a member of the society, wearing clothing without permission, going into an area of the facility forbidden to her, attempt of escape and attempting to aid another slave's escape."

"Wait." Octavia interrupted. "Attempting to aid..... You can't mean!"

The crystal pony turned her head back to the grey mare. "Of course I do. Golden Touch was just as easily re-acquired as you were." Schorl replied before looking back for the place she had left off at.

Octavia hung her head as she desperately held back tears. "No... You're lying! Where is he?!"

"If you must know he has been given his punishment already." Schorl said grimly. "He is currently being held in solitary confinement in the deepest areas of the Society. He will remain there... alone... till the isolation breaks his will and he becomes something more malleable. Don't expect to see him again for some time."

Octavia couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could anyone do such a thing to another pony; to any creature? "You're a monster." She sobbed, despair setting in.

This time however her comments were ignored as Schorl went to finish the words she had prepared. "In order to correct the behavior of this mare and assure that this never happens again, she will put through several separate punishments that will test her threshold for pain far beyond anything she has yet experienced." Schorl rolled the scroll and gave another slight nod.

Another spotlight clicked on, this time shining towards the back of the stage. Octavia worked up the courage to look behind and saw that the light had revealed a green unicorn wearing a maid's uniform and a muzzle on her head that wrapped around her snout, preventing her from opening her mouth. The unicorn, Sweet Mint, approached the bound earth pony and as she came in front of her Octavia noticed that she had in her hands a silver tray holding three syringes containing fluids of varying colors.

Once Sweet Mint was directly in front of the grey mare she went to her knees and placed the tray in front of her at Octavia's hooves. "Try not to move." She said grabbing one of the needles, pressing its plunger till a bit of the red liquid squirted out to insure no air remained in it. "If you squirm around it will only hurt more."

Octavia wasn't about to just accept this. Using her hoof she kicked the tray aside, scattering the two remaining syringes across the stage. "Oh Octavia, you simply don't know when to quit." Schorl said, using her horn to retrieve the tray and its contents, putting them back in place. After that she refocused her spell on the earth pony's legs, spreading them apart and holding them still. Octavia did her best to escape the glowing rings encircling her ankles, but Schorl's ability to hold the mare had already been proven in the past. "Mint, please continue."

The unicorn nodded in response before using her free hand to spread open Octavia's vagina. Carefully she aimed the needle at the mare's sensitive inner walls and pressed the point of it into the vulnerable flesh. Octavia gritted her teeth as she resisted the urge to cry out in pain. They wanted to see her writhe and she was going to make every effort to deny them the satisfaction. Even as the unknown liquid was injected into her and made her privates sting horribly she didn't let out so much as a whimper.

Having shot half of the contents of the syringe into Octavia the unicorn pulled it out only to stick it into the opposing side of the earth pony's tunnel to do the same to it. "One down..." Mint said removing the now empty needle. Placing it on her tray she then grabbed the next one. "Two more to go."

As soon as the sharp piece of metal enter Octavia let out a loud gasp. This time was much worse, almost as if she could feel in detail every centimeter as it stabbed her. "Are you feeling ok?" She heard the crystal pony near her ask. "I would think not. The first injection was a nerve enhancer. It is designed to make those subjected to it feel things at roughly ten times the intensity. It has many uses, but its purpose for this should be obvious."

The earth pony clinched her eyes tightly to try and block out the pain, but it was becoming more and more inescapable each passing second as the chemicals in her system took effect. She needed something to take her mind off the agonizing feelings in her crotch. Unfortunately there was very little to distract her mind since the lounge was too dark to see anything. "Ah...ah... what does this one do?" She asked Schorl, finding her as the only thing she could focus on.

The crystal unicorn was more than happy to answer Octavia's question. "It is going to get your juices flowing and make your pussy nice and wet. Before you ask the last one is going to dilate your birth canal and give a bit of elasticity. Both will help to ease what's about to come, if ever so slightly."

"Ugh... Why would that hel..." Said Octavia, stopping herself mid-question. "No... b-but I'm a type three. I'm not allowed to be penetrated. M-my owner forbids it." Octavia said, losing a bit of her composure as she figured out what the crystal pony was implying. Schorl was planning on putting something inside of her, something big.

"Do you really think that your status will protect you from punishment after what you did?" Said Schorl coldly, crossing her arms. "Your owner will understand and besides.... it's not like you have accepted what your owner had planned for you anyways." Octavia started to give a rebuttal to Schorl's comment, but as she opened her mouth all that came was a pain filled cry as the final syringe was inserted into her. At this point the stimulant was working at full effect. The small needle poking at her insides felt more like a knife and she could feel the liquid flow in her as easily as she could feel water run across her skin.

Now the the injections where finished Sweet Mint collected the items she had brought with her and left the stage as quickly as she had arrived. After the unicorn mare was gone Octavia started to hear the quiet murmuring of the crowd return. No doubt they were discussing what they had seen and what they thought Schorl had in store for her.

The earth pony herself was curious about the latter. Even as she felt the path leading to her womb become slick with feminine fluids and widen to comply with the demands of the chemicals swimming in her bloodstream, the mare couldn't stop imagining what horrible things could happen to her with her body in this state. She didn't have to dwell on it for too long though as she felt the floorboards beneath her quiver and heard heavyhoof steps coming from the direction Sweet Mint had recently left from.

Octavia could feel the presence of a large minotaur standing directly behind her, his hot breath hitting her back as he let loud snort. "Hello mare...." He said calmly as he reached his arms around her body and gripped her breasts harshly. "So here we are again. You, at my mercy. Just like the first day you arrived." The minotaur used his thumbs and index fingers to pinch the end of the earth mare's tits right below her areolas, pulling and stretching them out in different directions as he played with the mammaries.

"Sartek...." The grey mare said to herself, quivering at his touch. The minotaur was making no effort to be gentle with her, squeezing her breasts so hard that she could tell that they would be bruised by the time his was done with her. With him here and having given the comment he did, there was no more ambiguity to what her punishment was. Schorl was going to let this creature have his way with her. Being bound as she was with Sartek, who had shown time and again in the past the he could easily overpower the mare, Octavia couldn't hope to resist him.

"I see you are ready to take me inside of that dirty puss of yours." Sartek said, releasing the grey mare's tits and moving them down to her crotch. A quick slide of his finger across her slit was all he needed to get the digit cover in the pony's fluids. "Nice and wet, begging to have something stuck inside it."

"Shut.... up..." Octavia responded in between heavy pants. She didn't enjoy the groping, but her chemically altered body was reacting to it as if she was in heat. "You... know... what... this is."

"I do." Said the minotaur. "But it does bring me pleasure to see your body eagerly awaiting its impalement on my shaft." Sartek suddenly wrapped his hands around the pony's thighs a lifted her off the ground. "And I will gladly give it what it wants."

As the earth mare felt her hooves leave the floor her body lurched forward. Instinctively she took hold of the chain attached to her shackles to stop herself, pulling herself up with her arms to regain control of her upper body. Almost as soon as she did though her entire body was turned around in the air, putting her back to the floor and her front to the ceiling. As she was she could now see Sartek in full form.

The minotaur was completely nude, his penis fully erect and pointing at her vulnerable pussy. It was the first time that she had seen any minotaur without any form of clothing on and she could take in every detail of their anatomy. Looking past the enormous appendage that was threatening to go inside her, she looked at Sartek's body. The minotaur from top to bottom was pure muscle. His practically perfect physique caused another rush of fear in the mare's mind. While she knew that the minotaur was powerful, she couldn't help but think that a being of his size and build could break her in two if he wanted it.

Almost as to confirm her thoughts Sartek demonstrated this capability by casually spreading her legs apart into a straight split. Octavia let out a blood curdling scream as her legs were pushed farther than they had ever gone before, muscles pulling against a seemingly unstoppable force. The minotaur laughed at her feeble resistance and brought the dangling mare towards his mast.

Octavia's eyes went wide as she watched the bulbous cock head press against her soft mound. No matter what Schorl did to make this experience easier to accomplish the mare couldn't imagine the large appendage to ever fit inside. Even so that wasn't going to stop the minotaur from trying. Sartek pushed his dick forward, pulling the grey mare on to it as he did.

"NO! Noooowaaaahhhh! NEEIIGGHHH!" The earth pony cries called out once more, filling the lounge and going down the halls. It wasn't the first time that Octavia had sex. She had been with her fair share of stallions in the past, but this was a whole new sensation to her. Bit by agonizing bit the head spread her tight entrance apart until finally it popped itself inside. Not stopping there the minotaur shoved it further in without mercy. The girth of the minotaur made the skin leading to the mare's belly button bulge out, showing the exact progress that it was making as it slowly worked its way to her depths.

"I bet you wish that you had just stayed where you belonged now." Sartek said, watching the mare wriggle and writhe on his shaft, her mouth agape and tongue hanging limply out. Seeing she was hardly in a position to give another empty retort he focused on what he had set forth to do. He had only one goal in him mind aside from teaching this girl a lesson she would never forget. He was going to shove his cock into the grey mare's womb. It would cause her a level of pain he could only imagine as her vaginal tunnel would be forced to accommodate him in him entirety, but he didn't care. Right now she was his plaything, practically a masturbation toy with how little participation she was actually providing to the act.

Octavia by this point wanted to have this whole thing over with, either by the minotaur finishing prematurely or by being given release by passing out again. Neither would be granted to the grey pony though, as the chemicals in her body made her agony so intense that it forced her mind to stay active. Trapped in this horrible wide awake nightmare, she could only open her muzzle slowly, letting out only a small squeaking sound when Sartek had begun spreading her cervix much further than it was ever intended to go outside of the act of childbirth. With one final push and a loud grunt of triumph the minotaur made his way past the once tiny opening and filled her womb with the tip of his penis.

The earth mare threw her head back from the intensity of the pain of the brutal intrusion. Her world was turned upside-down as a burning sensation filled her core. She was feeling the body heat radiating from the minotaur inside her. Not only that, but her insides had become so sensitive that she could feel every detail of the cock. Each throb or twitch was like a solid punch to her senses. She couldn't focus on anything else. If the crowd was still talking about her then she couldn't tell. As much as it hurt though she knew this was just the beginning.

Sartek, now satisfied that he had made it into the depths of the small mare, had a new goal. Lifting the grey pony off his shaft about halfway he slammed her back down with violent force, eliciting a light yelp from her. If not for the precautions that had been taken, something would have most certainly torn, but as it was Octavia's flesh tunnel only stretched to extreme degrees. The minotaur brought himself out again, now sure that he could go at his own pace without causing internal damage, and started to rhythmically move in and out of the earth pony.

Each time Octavia was lifted up off the minotaur her birth canal tried its best to bring itself back down to a normal size, only to be stretched out beyond normal limits as she was brought down once more. With every jab she let out a small, pathetic sound announcing her discomfort. Her thoughts had drifted and while the pain was still recognized by the mare she had lost all perception of anything else. She couldn't even see Sartek as he stood directly in front of her, only knowing he was still there by the piston thrusts she felt inside. Despite this though she could feel something she really didn't expect from this as her pussy started to spasm in orgasm, rewarding the minotaur for his relentless assault by stimulating his meaty cock.

As Sartek felt the mare's vagina quiver around him he knew that the she had been defeated. The idea that her body had cum regardless to the pain she felt or the protests she had made only fueled his lust. He increased his speed as the brutal display of sexual dominance continued and shortly after the mare was forced into climax he had reached his own. Octavia started to feel a new sensation fill her senses as warm semen shot directly into her womb, forcefully flowing into it without mercy. It pumped and pumped as buckets worth of sperm filled her. Her vaginal passage already being opened far beyond normal limits it simply didn't have any room left to allow the fluid a way out of her body. Having nowhere else to go the only thing the grey mare's body could do to make room was have her womb follow suit.

The minotaur watched, gripping firmly on Octavia's legs to make sure she took every last drop of his potent sperm. Her stomach grew and rounded until she had the appearance of a mare in the midst of pregnancy. If not for the amount of birth control medication the Society put in the slaves' food, she would surely have the same appearance in a few months, which would've amused the minotaur to end. Letting out a pleased sigh, he released one of the mare's legs to reach behind her head and grab her mane, lifting her face up so he could look her in the eye.

Octavia was a sight to behold. The entrance to her pussy was nicely wrapped around his solid cock, squeezing it like a vice. Her stomach was inflated in a way that appealed to Sartek's dominant and sadistic nature. Sweat was simply oozing from every pore on the grey mare's body as it strained around the the extreme pain and physical stress put upon her and her muzzle hung wide open as she took in deep, raspy breaths, her breast going up and down as her chest heaved from the heavy intake of oxygen. Lastly her eyes, now narrowed and threatening to roll into the back of the earth pony's skull, seemed completely devoid of the defiance they have given him in the past, instead replaced with sorrow and fear. The mare was a complete wreck.

Satisfied with himself and what he had done, Sartek slowly removed himself from Octavia, the mare letting out a low moan as the jism inside her rushed to occupy the newly created space for it. Once the minotaur had pulled out his dick in its entirety, he let go of the pony and unceremoniously made his way off the stage, allowing her to dangle limply by her wrist on the chain that held her up as jets of pure sexual fluids shot from her violated hole. His task had been done and he no longer needed to be there. Seeing the mare in this state he knew she would never try to escape again and perhaps would start becoming completely subservient to the Society under the concept that if she acted up again she might have to spend another session at his mercy.

For a long time Octavia just hung there, trying to bring herself back to reality. The pain had lessened, no longer having the intruder forcing her vaginal walls and womb out to unreasonable extents. The warm flow of churning sperm rushing out of her was even a bit soothing on her sore, abused muscles, the warmth from it now helping to ease the pain. The darkness that had clouded her mind faded away as the lights turned on in the lounge and she could now see the ponies watching the display clearly.

As expected most of the Society members were shooting the mare dirty looks or had expressions of smug satisfaction on their faces over what the earth pony had went through, only a couple one having noticeable signs of distaste over such an extreme level of punishment. The slaves were at the opposite end of the spectrum, nearly all of them showing their horror at this demonstration of what happens to those who disobey. Surely it would reinforce the idea that there was no escape and that trying to resist would only bring more misery.

Despite all this though Octavia put on a weary smile. She had gone through the worst that she believed the Society could offer and yet she still didn't submit. She might have yelled for them to stop, but she still didn't chose to give any form of apology in a desperate attempt to make things easier for her during it. Even if she had lost this battle, the war was still on, at least that is what she reassured herself as her limp form trembled in exhaustion.

"Whoosh-CRACK!" A searing pain suddenly came to Octavia's senses, orienting from her lower back and rear. Arching her spine she renewed her pain filled howls as she registered the sensation. It would seem that her performance wasn't over yet. Her conductor was going to give her audience an encore. Octavia got to her hooves, despite every fiber of her being telling her to do otherwise, and searched around for the crystal pony. She spotted her a few feet behind her, holding a leather whip and wearing an angry glare.

"We aren't quite done Octavia, not by a long shot." Schorl said, sending another lash to the grey mare's backside. "You are going to learn that your place is either here or at your owner's side." The crystal mare turned her gaze over to Flitter, who had long since finished her part of the public punishment and was now sitting in a submissive pose as the two who had fucked her watched Octavia's continued torture from their vantage point on stage. "Flitter, come here and clean your friend's filthy cunt while we proceed."

Flitter looked nervously at the scene that she was just told to join in. "But... I thought my punishment was over Lady Tourmaline." She said, not wanting to be a part of the grey mare's suffering.

"Your punishment is over, this is part of your duty. Now get in place and lick her snatch. That is unless your apology before wasn't genuine." Flitter hung her head and crawled over to Octavia. She didn't want to get in more trouble than she already had and she definitely didn't want to share in the earth mare's punishment, which would surely be the case if she refused. Once she got before the bound pony she got on her knees, closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around Octavia's pussy which was still dripping out large globs of minotaur sperm.

Octavia felt Flitter's tongue lapping at her privates, being as gentle as possible as the pegasus knew it had to be sore to the touch. The grey mare wanted to just concentrate on Flitter as she did her best to make her feel better, but then the sound of leather cutting through air reached her ears and in reflex she thrust her hips forward which forced her to press her crotch hard against the pegasus' face. Schorl wasn't going to allow her to take pleasure from her friend's caressing tongue, the mare was only there to add a further level of humiliation to this. As the lashes came again and again Octavia finally lost consciousness completely in the midst of it, welcome the numb black that enveloped her.

A sudden shake started Octavia as she awoke from her slumber, yet she was no longer hanging from a set of shackles. She was instead in a cage laying in a pool of her own sweat, her body weak from dehydration. Her head was aching something fierce and her mouth was completely dry. She was begrudgingly thankful when she saw Fancy Pants approach with a bottle of water in his hands. As he opened the cage and held her head up to place the bottle in her muzzle the earth pony remembered where she was. She hadn't been on stage, she was with her so called owner.

"It was a dream." She thought, greedily gulping down the cool liquids Fancy Pants had brought to her. "I must have passed out." Even so she knew the dream was a memory of the events that had happened to her over the course of her stay at the Society. She was glad it had ended when it did as the rest of her recent punishment was not very pleasant, having had her pleading for mercy by the end of it which was a bit of a blow to her ego.

Fancy Pants waited till Octavia finished the bottle completely before removing it from her mouth and let out a sigh. "We shall continue this tomorrow. You're too weak to carry on and I'm not going to let you cause yourself irreparable harm." Placing the grey mare's head gently on the floor he got up and went to the door, stopping to talk to the two minotaurs who were there waiting for him. "Take Miss Melody back to her cell and see that she gets plenty of fluids." The minotaurs snickered at the unicorn stallion's request, making him become aggravated at their vulgar assumptions. "Water." He said, making clear his intent.

With that Fancy Pants left the room, seeing Schorl just outside of it waiting for him. "Still no breakthroughs with her training?" She asked, wanting the problem with this stubborn mare to be over.

"I'm afraid not." Fancy pants replied. "And what about on your end? How is the situation with Golden Touch going along?"

Schorl gave the stallion an unnerved look. "We still haven't found him. We are still keeping things under wraps by saying that officially he is in solitary, but wherever he has gone he is playing it smart and staying away from the authorities. He has seen too many of those on our payroll to think any of them trustworthy."

"I'm sure he will come up eventually." Fancy Pants replied, but even he showed a bit of concern over the escaped slave.

"Indeed, but until he is found let's deal with what we can and get Octavia tamed." Schorl continued. "If only we had some way of controlling her. Something or somepony we could use against her and make her obey."

"Well..." Fancy Pants replied, pulling out a small card from his pocket. "A while back Pinion gave me this. It has on it the name of a Miss Scratch. It was found in Miss Melody's hotel amongst a basket of fruit. I didn't really want to go down this route, but seeing how defiant Miss Melody has been..."

Schorl took the card and looked it over. A smile begun to grow on her face and schemes were already spinning around in her mind. "This might be exactly what we need. I'll contact the hunters immediately to find out who this mare is. We must bring her here and show Octavia that actions have dire consequences." With that Schorl bid her associate farewell and went to set her newly formed plans into motion.

The Letter

An array of multicolored lights flashed rapidly throughout the dark room, creating a strobe effect that caused the crowd of dancing ponies to seemingly jump from one position to another like a series of still frames. As a white unicorn mare with a blue striped mane looked out at the shapes she smiled and bounced her head to the loud, synthesized music that was pouring out from the two speakers on either side of her.

The feeling of the beats pounding hard against her body excited her, made her adrenaline rush and blood quicken. No matter how many times she had seen the scene that played out before her, the sight of twirling glow sticks and ponies in punk attire having a great time made her euphoric. She was the life of the party and the party was her life.

Unfortunately every party had to end sometime, and as she was in the middle of swapping records on her turntable the proprietor of the club, a unicorn stallion, came from behind to tell her to wrap it up. If it was up to her she would just keep going till the break of dawn, but this was a paid gig, and when the boss said to quit, it was time to quit. Reluctantly she turned down the music ever so slightly and grabbed the mic in front of her.

"Hey all you party ponies, Vinyl Scratch here with a short announcement." She said, her amplified voice getting the attention of everyone attending the rave. "Star Seeker Studios would like to thank you all for coming tonight, but closing time is just around the corner. Everypony please finish your drinks, grab any items you brought with you and make your way to the exit. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and have a safe walk, ride, or flight back to your homes." Finishing the message she turned the music backup, intent to ride out the rhythm for as long as possible.

Eventually though the last party goer stumbled inebriated out the front door and Vinyl knew her time was up. Hitting a few buttons she cut the power to her machine, making the once noise filled dance club deathly silent. Waiting only a few moments to take it all in she begun disassembling her equipment, taking her time as nothing was really waiting for her after her long trip back at home. Her roommate, a grey earth pony by the name of Octavia, had been gone for some time, having left for Canterlot because she was upset at a mistake that Vinyl had made. She couldn't blame her either since the mistake the unicorn made was one she had done far too many times before.

Still she wished that she could just talk to her, but Octavia had been ignoring her every attempt to get in contact. Even worse she had heard from Scherzo, another unicorn that she knew only through her musical connections, that she had simply vanished one night after having accepted a position in his symphony. Of course the stallion reported the disappearance, but he was informed soon after that she had been found and that she was safe. That news didn't really make Vinyl happy though, as she felt that this was just another way that Octavia was trying to avoid her.

"Good work tonight Vinyl." Said Star Seeker, the owner of the club, as he came back over to the DJ pony with an envelope in his hand. "Here is what I owe you for tonight. Hope you don't mind a check." Vinyl took the envelope and tore it open, seeing inside a check for three hundred bits. One night's pay for doing what she loved, it was practically stealing. As she slipped the slip of paper back inside its container, Star Seeker pulled out a second envelope. "Oh, and this was handed to me earlier. I think it is from one of your fans."

Vinyl turned away, continuing to take apart her equipment. "I don't take fan letters. You wouldn't believe how creepy some of them can get." As she said that Vinyl gave a small shudder thinking back to a time when a stallion sent her a very detailed letter of how he wanted to cover her in various foods and lovingly eat them off of her. As open as she was sexually, there were some things that weirded even her out.

"You sure? This guy seemed pretty intent on this getting to you." Star Seeker replied, putting it in front of her face from behind and moving it up and down rapidly. The unicorn mare snatched the letter out of the stallion's hand, more to get him to stop than actually wanting it. However, now that she had it there was no reason not to take a look. Leaning against her turntable Vinyl tore the paper covering off of the note she unfolded it and casually skimmed over the words written on it to spot out any perverted phrases or mentions to wanting to stick something in some place it didn't belong. The white unicorn continued like this until she noticed a word that caught her attention.

"Octavia"

Now knowing that the letter had some kind of connection with her former roommate, Vinyl started from the beginning again, this time taking her time and making sure to read every part of the letter.

Vinyl,

You are in danger. There are those who have been watching you for some time now and while I risk exposing myself to get this to you, I feel this is the only way get you to safety. They already have your friend, Octavia, as well as plenty of other ponies hostage. Cancel any further concerts you have scheduled and meet me in Canterlot as soon as possible. Tell no one where you're going as anypony could be part of them. If you don't show up at the train station in three days I will assume that you ignored this.

G.T.

Vinyl lifted her tinted glasses up to her horn and read the letter again and again. It was short, to the point, but at the same time vague. Who sent it? What was this danger he spoke of? The whole thing smelled of a prank, but if that was the case why would they bring up Octavia. She had come to some of Vinyl's concerts a few times despite in not really being her kind of scene, but she never really stood out except in the fact that she looked completely out of place. The unicorn mare didn't even think that anyone would associate the two together, even if they had seen the two in public.

Vinyl reached into the pocket of her and pulled out her phone. Scrolling down her list of contacts she stopped on one that she used frequently and pressed a button to make the call, hearing it ring twice before the phone clicked to tell her it was picked up. "Hello?" A stallion answered, sounding like he had just woke up.

"Hey.... Neon...." Said Vinyl as she rushed to get her things packed away. "I know this is going to be really lame, but I have to bail on that job we got next week."

"Wait... what?" Neon said, now sounding a little more awake. "You know that this is a joint performance. If you don't come they will cancel the whole thing."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Vinyl apologized. "It's just.... I got a letter about Octavia."

"Your roommate? Is she in trouble or something?" Neon asked, his frustration now leaning a bit more towards concern. Vinyl had been wondering how Octavia was doing for some time now, it was half of all she talked about nowadays. If Vinyl got something about her that made the unicorn worried enough to quit a concert, it must've been important.

"I'm not sure... but something tells me I have to check this out." Vinyl said in a somber tone.

Neon didn't like the idea of Vinyl going off on her own, but he had prior obligations that made it so he couldn't join her in this endeavor, and if she had her mind set on doing this there was no way that he was going to stop the headstrong mare or make her wait till he could help her. "Fine, just be careful."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Vinyl reassured the stallion. "I'm just heading to Canterlot. What could possible go wrong in a place swarming with guards."

A few days passed and Vinyl found herself sitting in a train car on her way to Canterlot. She had packed light, bringing only a few essentials. Toothpaste, brush, towel, phone, her purple tinted glasses, CD player with ten CDs that had some of her favorite tunes, and a pouch filled with 200 bits. Save for the glasses and the CD player, everything she had was in a ragged looking backpack that was sitting next to her in her seat.

Despite the supposed seriousness of the situation the unicorn was being awfully relaxed. She hardly even paid attention to the other passengers or the scenery as it flew by as she just bobbed her head to the music playing loudly through her headphones. It was partially because she still felt like this was all a ruse, some elaborate way for a pony to get her attention. The other part of it was that this was just how she was. If she was invited to Canterlot Castle by Princess Celestia to throw the biggest rave in the history of Equestria, Vinyl would just take it all in stride. She even was invited to do just that by her friend Pinkie for the wedding of Princess Cadence, and to her, it was no big deal.

As the train stopped the unicorn gave her arms and legs a big stretch before grabbing her bag and making her way to the platform. It was time to get down to business, starting with figuring out who this "G.T." was. All she knew was that this pony was male, she wasn't even sure whether he was a pegasus, unicorn or earth pony. It still wasn't too big a deal, the letter implied the he would be coming to her. Stepping off the train she took a deep breath to take in the fresh Canterlot air, only to let out a few coughs from inhaling some of smoke being produced by the train. Heading to the exit she hoped that this bad start wasn't an implication of how things would go while she was here.

Having taken a moment to clear her lungs Vinyl was walking near the station as she waited for this alleged "G.T" to approach her. Ponies did come to her a few times, but she quickly found out that they were just fans or people wondering if she would be available to DJ for a party they were going to throw and what her rates were. Vinyl was used to this though. There was hardly a single pony who didn't know who she was and with how she dressed compared to the high class citizens of Canterlot there would be few that wouldn't at least look in her direction. Most of them were just teenagers from "Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns" anyways, which made Vinyl laugh in her head as she thought about how their stuffy parents would probably throw a fit if they knew their children were talking to a pony like her.

After a while Vinyl started becoming more and more put off as time went by. No one had came to her who had the initials G.T. and while giving out autographs and getting getting numbers for potential gigs had occupied her for a while, she was starting to lose patience. "I swear if this is just a wild goose chase I am going to find out who did this, hunt him down and make him pay." Vinyl thought. She knew that her internal threat held no weight to it, but the idea of getting back at whoever set this up made her feel better at least. "Eh... screw it, I'm getting a Hay Burger." The white unicorn said, dismissing this whole thing. She had given this charade enough of her time, at least for now.

The unicorn mare made her way through the streets of Canterlot, now intent on satisfying a hunger she had built up while she had walked around. She had been to the city plenty of times before and knew her way around to many of the places that would interest her so finding her desired restaurant was not a difficult task to accomplish. Going inside she ordered one of the vegetarian sandwiches with a side of fries and a drink to go before taking a seat. It was about time for the noon rush so she knew that it was going to take a while for her order to be finished, but at least she had her music to entertain her while she waited.

Being distracted by the music and focused on the counter she didn't even notice as a female gryphon in black leather slid out a seat at her table, turning it around before taking a seat in it the opposite way as it was intended. "That sure is some line." The gryphon said offhandedly as she tried to start up conversation with the pony. Vinyl however had her music up so loud that she didn't hear a single word. Realizing this was the case the gryphon decided to take the direct approach and lifted up one of the muffs of the head phones. "Mind telling me what you're listening to?" She said loudly to make sure she wouldn't be ignored a second time.

Vinyl arched her head back and looked at the gryphon girl, not startled in the slightest by interrupt. "It's nothing really, just a little something me and a friend of mine did about a month ago." She replied to the avian creature, acting as cool as she ever was.

"Nothing huh?" The gryphon said sceptically. "Then I guess you won't mind if I give a listen."

Before Vinyl could either agree or refuse the gryphon yanked the headphones off the pony and put them on herself. "Hey!" The mare yelled, not very appreciative of the action. Reaching down to her CD player she grabbed the wire, ready to pull it out to mute the music for the gryphon.

"This isn't half bad." Vinyl heard the winged creature say just before she ripped the cord out of her player. Looking back to the gryphon she could see that she was enjoying the music blazing in her ears, her eyes closed as she let rhythm guide her and she moved to the beat in her seat. It was still bothersome to the unicorn that she just took the headphones without asking, especially since she would've let her listen if the gryphon had, but Vinyl didn't feel like stopping it after seeing how much she was getting into it.

"Whatever..." The unicorn said to herself as she dismissed the gryphon's abrasive behavior. She refocused her attention back to the food counter. The track would be over by the time her order came up anyways.

Fortunately she didn't have to wait that long as she felt the headphones tap against her shoulder. "So you did all that? Pretty impressive."

Vinyl took the headphones back and put them back on halfway, leaving one ear uncovered. "Thanks, but it's nothing really." The pony was being a bit modest, but she didn't really consider her work anything special. Like some ponies Vinyl's special talent came so natural to her that she felt anyone could do it if they just tried.

"If you say so, but I've never heard anything quite like it before. Name's Gilda by the way." Said the gryphon introducing herself properly. "And you are?"

"Vinyl..." The white unicorn said. "So what is a gryphon like you doing here?"

"What? In Canterlot?" Gilda replied, sounding a bit offended by the comment.

"No, not that." Vinyl said back to her. While it wasn't everyday that a pony would see a gryphon in Equestria, it wasn't exactly unheard of. That wasn't the issue to the mare, who in her own way was a creature out of her element in the high class city. No the problem was something a little more glaring. "This is a vegetarian restaurant. You don't have to be a genius to know that gryphons are carnivores. Unless you have a sudden craving for some french fries I think you came to the wrong place."

Gilda looked away slightly. "Hmph, I guess you found me out. To be honest I was bored. I've been in this lame-o city for a while and everyone around here is so stuck up and dull that it makes me want to puke. You were the first pony I've seen in a while that looked like she knew anything about being cool." Gilda got out of her seat and turned it back the correct way. "Look, don't worry about it. I'll just find another way to stir up some trouble. Forget I even bothered you."

"Now hold on a second." Said Vinyl. "You're telling me that you just wanted to hang out." The unicorn could understand where Gilda was coming from and this was a chance to spend time with someone with even remotely similar interests as she waited for the yet unknown "G.T.". Getting up from her seat she heard the number for her order finally get called. "Well look I don't see a problem that. Just let me get my food and I'll be right back."

Gilda watched as the white unicorn went to the counter, a devious smirk growing on her face. She was surprised initially when she had seen her just walking out in the streets of Canterlot. It had only been a few days since a bounty had been placed on Vinyl's head by none other than Lady Tourmaline herself. Normally this kind of target would be handed to one of the higher ups, seeing that Gilda was just one of the grunts amongst the gryphon hunters of the Society that had to work in groups and only went after targets of low notoriety. Today, though, was going to be different. She was going to turn in this mare and make a bundle. The only question was how to transport the girl to Manehattan once she got her fit snugly into a pair of cuffs, but that was just details to her.

A little while later the two were strolling side by side, VInyl stuffing her face as she obliviously kept pace with the gryphon who only had bad intentions for her. "So...." She said, her mouth full with a burger. "Gilda was it? Are you visiting here or something. I can't really see somepony like you fitting in here." Finishing the sentence the pony gulped down the food in her mouth all at once in an almost unreal way, replacing it immediately with a soda.

The gryphon girl couldn't help but take note of such a talent. The stallions at the Society would surely make use of such an ability. "Actually, I just moved here a while back. A bunch of us gryphons started a small business in this city. Thought that if Canterlot would be the best place to run it since there are so many rich ponies here."

"A business?" Vinyl said curiously. "What kind? Bodyguards? Aerial performers? Um.. maybe...." Vinyl was trying to think of some more exciting jobs that a gryphon could do in Canterlot, but it was actually pretty hard when she tried. Not just because of the generalization that gryphons were predators, but because Canterlot, as well as Equestria on the whole, had a really convenient way of filling spaces for needed services.

Since ponies had Cutiemarks to determine what they were good at, it was just a simple task of showing a little flank to prove that you were suitable for a job. It was the equivalent of having an official document signed and notarized by Celestia herself saying that you were qualified to do whatever the mark said you were capable of doing. Because of this, most mares has a tendency of wearing skirts and those who didn't tended to keep a picture of their mark on them at all times like the males did with theirs.

The gryphons however, along with other non-pony races, didn't have this kind of advantage and thus for them they tended to only be able to get occupations that stereotyped the qualities that race was known for. Very seldom was this trend ever broken and it displayed, in a very subtle way, an underlying racism and prejudice that ponies had towards anything that wasn't of their kind. Vinyl couldn't help but think of a time in the past when Zecora, a zebra that lived in the forest near Ponyville, was shunned by the inhabitants of the town.

Gilda shook her head, understanding to a certain degree what the unicorn was getting at. "It's actually more of a delivery service. We transport things from one place to another for rich snobs with too much money and free time. Sometime they even send us to go get the things for them since they can't be bother to do it themselves." The gryphon adjusted her posture and closed her eyes in a mimicry of what she thought was the stereotypical rich snob. "Gryphon girl, could you please move that crate to the study and try not to knock over a vase or tear up the carpet with those sharp talons of yours." Said Gilda in a posh tone, elaborating on her detest of her employers.

Vinyl let out a chuckle. "You're not too bad at that." Having been around Octavia for as long as she had, the white mare had a pretty good idea of how the snooty ponies of Equestria acted. "I get what you're saying though. I wouldn't even be here today if I didn't think I had to be."

This did bring up a question to the gryphon. Why was Vinyl here? The Society kept pretty good intel on potential slaves and she hadn't gotten any word that the unicorn would be in the area. Curious she choose to pry in on the reason she decided to pay the city a visit. "Then why are you here?" She asked bluntly, knowing that most ponies were more than willing to speak their minds if you were just straight with them.

"Well, it's the dumbest thing really." Vinyl said, not really seeing the reason as something she should be secretive about. Even so she decided that it was best just to keep the explanation vague. She didn't want Gilda to think that she was crazy. "Some fan of mine sent me a letter asking me to meet them here and I was figured that it wouldn't be a big deal if I came out to see what they wanted."

"What, you looking for a date or something?" Gilda said, continuing her line of questioning in a tone that made it seem like she was just joking around.

"No way." Vinyl said dismissing the question. "But something just told me I had to come see what was up. At this point though I think that it's just a waste of time."

"Well...." Said Gilda, seeing an opening. "If you wanted you could crash at my place for a while. I don't live too far from here."

"Nah." Vinyl declined the offer almost immediately. "I really need to get back to the train station and see if this guy decides to show up. I really want to get to the bottom of all this." Gilda scowled internally. While she wasn't expecting this capture to be simple she didn't want the unicorn to go some place so public. "It was nice speaking with you though. Maybe we could catch up some other time if you're in Ponyville some time."

"Well wait, we don't need to split up just yet. I've got nothing better to do so I'll come with you. I can at least keep you company until your secret admirer comes around." Gilda said, grasping for a reason to stay near the mare.

"Sure, why not." Vinyl replied. With that the two went back to the train station, all the while Gilda trying to come up with a new plan, still not wanting to get assistance from the rest of her group stationed in the city. Once they got there they found a bench and sat, Vinyl returning to halfway listening to her music as she made idle prattle with the gryphon and waited patiently. While Vinyl was content to just sit and talk Gilda didn't really share the sentiment, and as time went on, she got more aggravated with the mare's chatter and having to act pleasant to her. She didn't really enjoy being around most ponies, finding them more of an annoyance than anything.

When it came down to it, she only really liked a certain one, but a while back the two had a falling out over a misunderstanding. Since then Gilda had stayed away from the pony, never really working up the nerve to apologize nor seeing that she really had to. It was her disposition towards other ponies though that got her in the occupation she was in. She didn't really care what ponies did to one another and as long as it kept her well paid it didn't matter. However time was money and after a while she wanted this supposed stallion to appear just so she could wring his neck.

"There you are!" A sudden voice called out, getting the attention of both the gryphon and the white unicorn. At first they both thought the long wait was over, that was until they realized the voice was obviously female. Not only that but as they looked at its source they didn't even see a pony, instead standing there was another gryphon in her late teenage years. The gryphon girl had an appearance of a falcon and had some of her head feathers tied in a way making it look like a small ponytail. "I have been looking all over for you!" The young gryphon said in a childish manner, pointing directly at Gilda.

"Friend of yours?" Vinyl asked, pulling her glasses down to get a better look.

"What? No, I've never seen this girl before in my entire life." Gilda replied, being completely honest. This girl wasn't part of her group and she didn't recognize her from any gryphons she knew outside of the Society's hunters.

"Well you wouldn't know me. I work directly with Lady Satine." Said the gryphon girl.

That name the girl said did spark Gilda's attention as it was the name of the gryphon in charge of the hunters employed by the Society. It was completely possible that she could've sent the girl, but she still didn't really see a reason to go right now. "Scram, I'll bring in my report in a while."

The girl put her hands on her hips and bent forward. "Oh? And will you be reporting this little bit too?" The girl didn't have to go into specifics, Gilda knew she was talking about Vinyl. If this girl went back and told Lady Satine that she was trying to grab a target without authorization first she would never hear the end of it.

"Fine!" Gilda yelled, rolling her eyes as she got up. Her time now had become completely wasted. "I'm coming. I swear I never get a moment's peace around here." Gilda walked past the other gryphon in a huff, the girl turning to follow behind her.

"See ya later Gilda!" Vinyl called out, not sure if she heard her since the gryphon didn't stop to return the farewell. Even so the unicorn mare kept watching until Gilda turned a corner.

"Vinyl Scratch?" She heard almost as soon as Gilda herself was out of sight. As she turned to see who was speaking to her she was first greeted by the sight of a set of golden hued wings. Taking a better look she could see that the wings belong to another gryphon, this time a male. "Sorry for that little bit of theatrics. I had to get that woman away from you. I fear she may be part of the organization I mentioned."

"Huh?" Vinyl responded, more than a bit lost at what the guy was saying.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I assumed you read the letter I sent you. I'm Gadwall Tailwind." The gryphon extended his talon to the mare. It took Vinyl a few more moments to get it, but eventually it dawned on her that this gryphon was G.T. "I see you understand now." The gryphon continued as he noticed that the unicorn had figured everything out. "My assistant will be back once she manages to lose that girl that was with you, but let me inform you that you are now in the protective custody of the Aeros Secret Service." The gryphon said pulling out an official looking identification card and badge.

Author's Note

Start of the Vinyl Scratch arc. Not too much sexy stuff today, but this is just a little bit of foundation building for what's to come. Also sorry for the boring title. couldn't think of anything better and will take suggestions for a new one if anyone wants to give one. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed it.

Star Seeker is owned by Generic-Violet, who I might add has a fan story based of EqTS that I think is pretty good. If you want to check it out the link is right here.

Moving to a Different Beat: Part 2

Moving to a Different Beat: Part 2

Night fell over Canterlot as Gadwall and Vinyl waited in line in front of Crystal Cuisine. They really hadn't been there too long, was simply the quick transition of the two alicorn sisters, Luna and Celestia, it swapping their respective phases of the day. Even though Vinyl was fidgeting in spot, eager to get inside so she and the male gryphon could start the operation and get the information they needed to save her friend and all the other ponies that were being held prisoner by the Society.

Noticing how squirmy the mare was being, Gadwall placed a claw on her shoulder. "Relax, I know it can be a bit intimidating your first time doing something like this, but you have nothing to fear as long as I'm here." He said, thinking she was nervous about confronting those who had kidnapped Octavia.

"I'm fine." She said, removing the gryphon's hand. "I just wish this line would hurry up. I never got why ponies would wait for hours just to get meal."

"Oh?" Gadwall said curiously. "I thought that you would be used to these kind of waits. I have seen much longer lines outside of those clubs that you enjoy so much."

While the gryphon was right, Vinyl really didn't see the two things as being the same. One was for a simple meal, and the other was for entertainment. Then again, she had a similar conversation with Octavia once, and she argued that ponies didn't just line up for food no matter how good it might be. They patiently waited for the atmosphere and to be able to share the rich experience with ponies they were close to.

At the thought of her friend Vinyl let out a troubled sigh. She had no clue what Octavia was going through even at this moment, but the images that formed in the dark recesses of her mind were more than enough to upset her. Whether what she thought of was an exaggeration or didn't do the events justice, there was one thing the mare knew few sure. She would be there to pick up the pieces, to be the pony Octavia needed to let out every emotion of anger and sorrow that she felt during her time in captivity.

As she continued thinking about the possible future she would have with Octavia, the line dwindled down until she and Gadwall were the next ones to be allowed inside. Seeing the mare next to him was being distracted by her own imagination the gryphon gave her a light tap with his elbow to bring her back to reality. "It's almost time. Stand up straight."

Vinyl did as she was told, adjusting her posture and smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. If this plan was to work she had to do her best to play the part which meant that she had to act like she was a part of high society. No slouching or speaking in her normal relaxed manner, at least not in front of anyone that was a member of the Society. As much as it was going to bug her, she knew she could pull it off.

"Next!" Called out an earth pony waiter standing at a podium near the door. Gadwall and Vinyl went right up to him and waited to be addressed. "Do you have a reservation madam?" The pony asked, looking past the gryphon.

"Actually..." Said Gadwall. "The reservation is under my name. A table for two under the name Tailwind."

The waiter gave out a "Hmph" before checking his sheet. "Ah, it does appear that we have been expecting you. Please, right this way." Turning around the earth pony opened the door and ushered the two into the restaurant.

Entering, eager to get inside, Vinyl saw that the decor of the place was exactly what she had come to expect from this sort of place. A brightly lit environment adorned in elaborate decor that expressed an emphasis on luxury and sophistication. It was quite a stark contrast to the dark night clubs that she frequented. However she had come to learn this kind of ornate furnishings almost always hid something underneath. The more vile something was, the more you had to dress it up to make it seem attractive.

After traveling down a small hall the unicorn and her gryphon companion were led into the main dining area. It was a very large room that had several dozen tables along the walls, as well as several closer to the center of the floor. Along the back wall was a opposite of the entrance was a slightly elevated platform that Vinyl recognized as a dance stage. At the far part of the stage was a quartet of fancy dressed ponies providing music to help aid the dinners with the enjoyment of their meal. One of them, a purple pony with blue hair playing a harp, Vinyl knew from seeing him play with Octavia in the past. She really hoped that this was just another job for him and not that he was somehow wrapped up in all this.

Being directed to a table with a window view by the waiter pony, Vinyl and Gadwall took their seat before he handed the gryphon a menu. For a moment the unicorn was expecting to be given a menu herself, but then remembered that for some restaurants of this caliber it was part of the etiquette that the one whose name was on the reservation ordered food for their date. "A server will be here shortly to take your order." The waiter said. "Please enjoy your meal and thank you for choosing Crystal Cuisine." Giving a small bow, the earth pony walked away so he could return to his podium outside.

Gadwall opened the menu and gave it a cursory glance. "As expected, not a bit of meat. It's so hard to find a decent steak..."

"Well it's not like we're here to eat. All we need is to do is find a way to that wine cellar." Vinyl responded, making sure to keep her voice low so no one around could hear what she had to say.

"You're right, but if we don't order something it's going to raise some eyebrows." Skimming the menu a little bit more he found something that seemed suitable.

"Exactly how much money do you have anyways? You've been paying for my meals for a week, and I haven't exactly been starving myself." Vinyl said, thinking back at all the food she had purchased on his account in her frustration with the gryphon.

"Oh, don't you worry about that. The kingdom of Aeros has a rather large expense budget for their agents." Gadwall explained. "You could've got a twelve course meal everyday and I wouldn't be inconvenienced one bit. I am glad you didn't though."

"Huh... Well then when we bring down the Society we can celebrate in style." Vinyl joked, inciting a small chuckle from her gryphon companion. "So how are we going to get to the wine cellar?"

"You are more focused on this than I am." Said Gadwall. "Relax, we have some time before we proceed."

"Try saying that when one of your friends are stuffed in a cage." Vinyl retorted.

"Don't get me wrong. I understand your position, but if we rush we risk ruining everything. It's not like we can just waltz our way into the kitchen." Looking around the room the unicorn could see that Gadwall spoke the truth as the door to the kitchen was right next the the dance stage and thus it would be incredibly difficult to get in there without being seen.

While Vinyl looked around the room trying to determine which of the diners had a clear view of the door, another unicorn mare approached the table. This one was wearing a uniform that matched the one the pony that had escorted them wore. "Hello, my name is Cherry Spices. I'll be your server today." Said the red maned, brown furred mare as she placed down a couple glasses of water on the table from a tray she was holding. "Have you decided on an order or would you like some more time?"

"I'll would like the portobello mushrooms with parmesan herb stuffing and the lovely lady will have the baked spaghetti squash with tomato and ricotta." Answered Gadwall, picking out two dishes that he felt would be appetizing for Vinyl and himself.

"Yes sir, and would you like any appetizers while you wait on your food?" The waitress asked. The gryphon simply shook his head at the mare in response. "Ok then. It should take ten to twenty minutes to have your meals prepared."

Cherry Spices took the menu from Gadwall and went to the kitchen to submit the order, Vinyl keeping a close eye on her. "I can't believe that a mare like her would be part of a slavery ring." She said, letting her anger be known.

"Don't be silly Vinyl." Said Gadwall. "Just because she works here doesn't mean she is in with the Society. In fact, I would almost say that most of the workers here are completely oblivious to what is going on tonight. Need to know basis and all."

Vinyl crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. "I still don't like it. If ponies paid more attention to stuff like this then Octavia wouldn't be in trouble."

"That might be true, but ponies tend to keep to their own affairs. Look at yourself. If it wasn't for me, you would be performing at one of your nightclubs at this very moment." Vinyl's expression quickly changed from detest to a bit of shame. It was true that she had also been unaware of her roommate's disappearance and that was when she was trying to keep tabs on the earth pony. Seeing her start to act a bit sheepishly Gadwall gave a smirk. "I am glad you can see that it's not good to just blame any pony with the slightest connection with the Society. We have to focus our attention towards those who are truly responsible. Now please, sit up straight before somepony starts to stare."

The unicorn mare complied with his request, re-adjusting herself in the chair. "Sorry... I guess I just let my anger get the better of me."

"That's quite alright." The gryphon said sympathetically. "I understand and you wouldn't be a good friend or a good pony in general if you weren't appalled by the acts of the Society. I just want you to be able to discern the difference between those only vaguely involved and those who caused all this."

Vinyl, now a bit embarrassed with her previous attitude, had to avert her gaze as she saw Cherry Spices return carrying their food to their table. "Is something wrong miss?" The waitress asked, noticing her reaction.

"No, nothing's wrong. Thank you." Vinyl replied, forcing herself to look up at the mare as she gave a smile. The waitress, sensing the awkwardness of the situation, gave a smile back momentarily before moving away. Vinyl let out a small groan, likewise seeing that she had weirded out the mare.

"Don't worry. I'm sure she gets odd customers at least once a night." Gadwall said, picking up one of his stuffed mushrooms with a fork and biting into it. "Try a bit of the food. It will take your mind off it."

The aroma of the meal sitting in the bowl in front of Vinyl hit her nose. She admitted that it smelt good, but even so the unicorn could only poke at it with her spoon. "It's not that.... Well not all of it anyways. These kinda place always make me feel uncomfortable."

"You've been to this kind of place with your friend in the past I take it." Said the gryphon, making an educated assumption.

"A few times... but that's not the only times. I... look just forget about it. We have more important things." Gadwall looked at the unicorn mare curiously. The whole week she never once clammed up like she had just a moment ago. It did make him wonder what she was trying to avoid, but he didn't want to pry. Whatever it was didn't matter anyways.

Still whatever it was seemed to be eating away at the mare. She couldn't enjoy her meal or the decor or even the music in the room. Everything about it was reminding her of something that the gryphon could only guess. "Look, if you aren't feeling well you can go back to the apartment. I'll be fine." He said, not wanting her to go into a panic or do something else that might jeopardize all he had worked for.

"No, no. I'm fine. I just wish that we could get in that damn wine cellar quicker." Stirring in her seat Vinyl's eyes searched for something that they could use to detract attention from her and the gryphon. The only problem was that they were seated so far away from the door that any regular disturbance to keep the other ponies dining from not noticing her, let alone the gryphon, would not be very effective.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Just stay calm until our server returns." Gadwall said, trying to get Vinyl to relax. Vinyl was calm, she just didn't want to be in a room anymore. She might have waited as the gryphon requested, but their waitress was nowhere to be seen.

Just then the music in the room came to a halt. With the room now silent except for the chatter of the other customers. "Hmmm...." Vinyl hummed to herself, ideas popping into her head. There was a way she could get close enough to the door and at the same time cause the other ponies in the room to become too preoccupied to notice them. "Wait here a moment." She said getting out of her seat. The gryphon almost called out to stop her, but she walked away so fast that trying to get her back in her seat would only draw more attention to them. He was going to have to let her do whatever she had her mind set on and hope for the best.

Going up on the stage, Vinyl went right up to the musicians that were in the middle of their break. As the group noticed the white unicorn coming towards them, they turned their attention towards her. "I'm sorry Miss, but we don't take requests if that is what you want." Said the earth pony harpist, knowing that was about the only reason someone would want to speak with them.

"Parish.... it's me." The mare said back to him. The purple stallion inspected her a bit closer, but she could tell by the look on his face that he couldn't tell who she was. "It's Vinyl...."

Parish's eyes shot open in surprise. "Vinyl, what the.... What are you doing here? And in a dress like that?! I mean you look lovely but-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm just here with some guy. I guess you could say it's a date." Vinyl said giving a short explanation. "It's kinda why I came over. I was wondering if you could do me a favor, as a friend of a friend."

"Vinyl, while I'm glad to see you're doing ok, I have to stick with our policy. We can't grant a request. Many of the songs people ask are ones we've never heard of, and knowing you..." The stallion replied, remembering the unicorn's tastes in music.

"Oh come on, just this once. Besides..." Vinyl said, getting in close enough and bending over to allow a good glimpse into the cleavage of her dress. Catching his eyes trail down to glare at it the unicorn knew he was snared. "I promise that it is something you'll all know and it'll be a big hit with the guests."

Gadwall watched from his seat. He didn't have a clue what the mare was up to but at the moment it seemed harmless. It was possible that she was just speaking with a friend to pass the time till the waitress came back. From what he knew about her she had many connections with those in the musical industry. While he had hoped that they could've kept a lower profile, it wouldn't be too big an issue, at least he hoped so. That was until he saw the unicorn look back to him and gesture him to come over.

"Oh please don't tell me she wants to introduce me to her friends..." Reluctantly the gryphon complied, getting up and joining up on the dance floor. The mare met him halfway, stopping him in the center of the platform. "Vinyl... what are we doing up here?"

"Just give me your talons." Vinyl said placing her hands in his.

Seeing this the band got ready to play and Gadwall realized what was going on. "You want to dance?"

"Not just any dance." Said the white mare. "The Canterlot Waltz."

"Umm.... I'm afraid that I don't know that one." The gryphon said trying to escape this situation.

Vinyl wasn't buying it though. "Come on now, you might not know the exact steps, but surely a regal looking gryphon like yourself has had some training in formal dancing. Just follow my lead." Gadwall couldn't argue or more to the point Vinyl wasn't going to let him argue. She pulling him into the start of the dance, the gryphon barely managing to keep his footing as she did. His only option at this point was to do as she told him and follow her movements the best that he could.

Within moments he found his rhythm and allowed his movements to be guided by the mare, keeping a vigilant watch on her hooves. He was grateful that the motions of the dance weren't too fast. "This is a very odd way to pass time Miss Scratch." He whispered.

"Oh I'm not trying to pass the time." Vinyl whispered back. "Take a look around us."

Feeling confident in his steps, at least for a moment, the gryphon did just that and saw that practically all eyes in the room were on them. "What.... Vinyl!" Gadwall's whisper raised just slightly at what the unicorn had done. This was hardly concealing their presence. While any normal patron of the restaurant would see them as just an odd pair enjoying their time together, all it would take is one wrong person seeing them to blow his cover. "Why are you purposefully drawing attention to us?"

The mare looked around the room as she continued to dance, giving an expression that made it seem like she knew something the gryphon didn't. "Gadwall, do you know why ponies come to a place like this?" The gryphon pondered on it for a moment, but couldn't see what she was getting at. "Let me spell it out. There are only two reasons that ponies come to a place like this. Either because they think it'll help their social status, or they are trying to be romantic. Just give it a moment and watch what happens."

Gadwall was unsure to what Vinyl was implying, but as they continued the waltz he noticed that many of the couples were turning to each other. He couldn't hear what they were saying because of the music, but as they left their tables to come to the dance floor he began to understand what she was getting at. Those here for romantic reasons saw this as a perfect opportunity to add a little spice to their evening. What the point was of making them do this still eluded him however.

Stopping their dance for just a moment Vinyl repositioned herself and the gryphon from center of the stage to near the edge of it. The other couples coming to the dance floor joined them, forming a large circle. The ponies looked to one another and gave a each other small nods to indicate they were ready, Vinyl joining in as well. In almost synchronized fashion the large group of ponies restarted the dance.

With the additional ponies, Gadwall found that the dance became a bit more difficult as now the had to move in a circular pattern along with the other dancers. He adapted well to the new movements added to the waltz, but even while putting a large amount of focus into keeping up with Vinyl, there was one thing that he couldn't get off her mind. How the unicorn mare was so adept at a dance this formal? Nothing about her would make someone think this was something that she would take time to learn and it wasn't the kind of thing one could learn without dedicating yourself.

He didn't have time to ask on stage though, as the unicorn mare brought them out of the formation, bowing out of the remainder of the dance. Seeing that she had initiated the dance, it wasn't too odd to see her leave before it ended. Feigning a slight bit of exhaustion she led the gryphon back to their table. However she didn't stop there, instead pulling Gadwall past it to the back wall.

"Vinyl!" Said the gryphon in a bit of a yelled whisper. He had just about enough of being dragged around by the mare. "Do you care to explain what all that was about?" The mare didn't respond though. She just kept guiding the gryphon along the wall, focusing on the task and moving with purpose towards the kitchen. As such it was up to Gadwall to make some sense of what was going on.

Obviously the unicorn thought that it was now safe to go back into the kitchen, at least as far as the dining hall was concerned. Had something changed or was she just tired of waiting. "Wait a second..." Gadwall thought as he was tugged along behind the other tables in the room. He could now see what Vinyl had accomplished. Every eye in the room, including that of the waiters and waitresses, were fixed on the dancing ponies on stage.

It was clever in its own way, even if it was a bit presumptuous. Even so, he kinda wished that she would've allowed their server to return as his plan was to simply ask if they would be allowed to go to the wine cellar under the pretenses of picking out which bottle they would want. It would've gotten the same results and with much less fanfare.

As the two got to the two way door, the gryphon now walking along at his own pace instead of being dragged, Vinyl opened it and poked her head inside. "I think I can see which way we need to go." She said spotting another door just beyond a group of chefs toiling over their respective stoves. "There are a lot of ponies in the way though. Not sure if we can sneak past them. Perhaps if I use my magic."

Vinyl's horn began to glow, but a before she could cast her spell she heard Gadwall say "Stop." Pushing her gently into the kitchen and following right behind her. "We don't want to cause too much of a commotion. If the Society catches wind of something strange, they might just cancel their party for the safety of those attending it. Besides, take a closer look at those cooks."

Vinyl rolled her eyes. She had hoped that by now the gryphon would trust her to make good decisions. She did as he asked though, stopping her spell and observing the chefs a bit closer. "I don't get it. They're just cooking food."

"It's not what their doing, but how intent they are on doing the task." Gadwall said, walking over to a group of chefs, leaving Vinyl to question what he was thinking this time. As the gryphon moved around amongst them though nary a single pony turned their head to him or in anyway acknowledged his existence. They just continued to prepare meals as if he wasn't looking directly over their shoulders. Continuing to watch from a distance she saw Gadwall glance around the room until he found the door she had seen earlier. He headed over to it, taking a quick peek inside before motioning for Vinyl to join him before heading inside.

Having seen how easily it was for him Vinyl followed the same path he did. Doing her best not to interfere with the working ponies. Being this close however, she could notice something that she hadn't before. The chefs each seemed to be in some sort of trance, their gazes locked almost unnaturally on what they were doing. This went way beyond being attentive to the details of their work. It creeped the mare out a little, but with them in this state it did make the process of sneaking through the kitchen much easier. Going after Gadwall she hoped that this wasn't what had become of Octavia. She didn't know if she could bear it if her roommate was turned into some sort of mindless drone.

Opening the door she found that it lead a set of stone steps. Not seeing Gadwall anywhere in sight she went down them till she reached the bottom of them, which lead to a long hallway. Again the gryphon was nowhere to be seen, so all she could only proceed further. Despite the hallway being poorly light, giving it an ominous feeling, the unicorn went down it with nerves of steel. As far as she was concerned, the only thing that could find her down here was a member of the Society, which she was determined not to be intimidated by. If anything she felt that they should be afraid of what she was going to do to them once she got a hold of them.

After a short, brisk walk, she found that it did indeed lead into the wine cellar. Bottles of the fermented liquid lined the walls on racks, only a few spaces on the rack were empty. It wasn't something that she would normally take note of, but the sight that greeted her made her a bit curious. In front of her was Gadwall. In his talon a heavy glass bottle. At his feet was what looked like one of the chefs. Not just any chef though. By the more elaborate detailing of his uniform she could tell this must've been the head chef. Apparently Gadwall had stumbled upon him, or the other way around, and decided that it would be best to knock the stallion out.

"Is he one of the members of the Society?" Vinyl asked, strolling right up to the gryphon.

Gadwall placed the wine bottle back on the shelf and begun moving the body so that it was out of the way. "I have to believe so. I saw him granting a group of ponies entrance to that passage over there." He said, looking to a pathway in the corner he was close to just moments ago. "He has to at least be some sort of lackey if he knows about the party." Setting the pony back down he went over to the open passage where Vinyl soon joined him.

"You said that there are tunnels under here right?" Vinyl said as she stared ahead of her. "Do you know where we have to go?"

"Don't worry." Gadwall assured her. "I am an expert tracker. I'll be able to tell the way by following the trail the last group left behind. Eagle eye and all." The gryphon stepped forward with complete confidence and Vinyl, trusting his abilities, stayed closely behind him.

The hardest part for her was over and now all they had to do was get to this party where she would find those responsible for Octavia's disappearance. She could hardly wait to get there. She was going to put a lot of effort into learning exactly who each and every member she encountered. Their faces, their names, even their cutie marks if she had the opportunity. If Vinyl had any say about it after tonight, everyone in Equestria would know about the Society and exactly who their members were.

Author's Note

Today's guest background ponies are Cherry Spices and Parish Nandermane.

Next week we will be finishing up the Vinyl arc. Even so don't assume one way or the other where she will end up. Her and Gadwall getting captured is just as likely as the succeeding together (as well as other outcomes). As with Octavia just because a character is not the main focus of an arc doesn't mean that they are out of the story for good. Feel free to make theories though. I do like reading where people think my story is going. ^_^

The DJ and The Cellist

The dark corridors under Crystal Cuisine seemed like a labyrinth as Vinyl and Gadwall traversed through them. From the moment they entered the maze of hallways, a strong feeling of claustrophobia fell over the mare. Not that she was afraid, but if the Society found out that they had intruders it would be very easy to create an ambush. Despite her confidence in her and Gadwall's abilities to fight, this kind of environment would make it hard to move freely. If the group had even twenty ponies among them they could be easily overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Possible entrapment was a secondary concern though as the twists and turns made it easy to feel like they were lost. They had already stumbled upon several forks in their path. If she didn't trust the gryphon in front of her's ability to track those who had walked these halls before them, she would've sworn they had to have taken a wrong turn. Even so, she did take measures to remember the way back. She would have to be a fool not to, the last thing she wanted was to run into a dead end if they happened to get found out and chased.

"These ponies sure are paranoid." Vinyl said, just trying break the silence. "These tunnels feel like they go all over Canterlot."

"I doubt that they do. Your perception is just being skewed because there is nothing down here to indicate how long we have been walking or even how far." Gadwall said in reply.

"How did they even get the time to build all this?" Vinyl wondered aloud.

Gadwall knew the answer to this question. "They didn't. Your culture has a rich history. Wars, crime, and secrets societies litter the past of your people. Many groups throughout time have created tunnels and hidden rooms like these, such as the cults that worshiped Nightmare Moon or followers of the tyrant Sombra. Some of them were never discovered by Celestia's royal guard despite the groups themselves being wiped out. The Society has taken lengths to rediscover these places and utilize them for their own purposes."

Vinyl found that a bit hard to believe. Surely someone in the guard would know about something like this, if not Celestia herself. After all, Gadwall learned of the hidden passages before arrived. Not to make light of his talents but if he could do it after being here for such a short time then it shouldn't be an issue for anyone else.

"I can see you're a bit skeptical." Gadwall said, looking back to the mare. "You should be. It has been my suspicion for some time now that the guards and local law enforcement in cities have been infiltrated by the Society. Whether they somehow got members slipped in as spies or if they paid some to turn a blind eye, I'm not sure. All I can say is that more likely than not there are at least a few ponies growing rich from obscuring the details of disappearances or hiding evidence."

This information disturbed the unicorn. That ponies would be willing to look the other way when they knew something horrible was happening was unthinkable. While there were indeed ponies out there who put their special talent towards their own personal gain, there were very few out there that one would consider so cruel that they'd cause another pony to suffer without being coerced or manipulated in some way. Then again she was about to walk into a room full of ponies that abducted other ponies and forced them to terrible things. Either she thought too highly of other ponies or too poorly of high society, seeing how it was only at this point that she questioned other ponies doing such a thing.

Gadwall could tell that she was becoming unnerved. "Don't worry, I'm sure that this is the exception and not the rule." He reassured the mare. That got a small smile out of her, but she still looked a bit glum. "How about we take our minds off this." Said the gryphon, trying to move to a new topic, one that had been bothering him for a while. "Might I ask where you learned to dance like you did out there?"

"Huh?" Vinyl responded in bewilderment. "Why do you want to know about something like that?"

The gryphon could tell that the unicorn was becoming defensive at the question. Her stride had become stiff and she turned her head away to stare at the featureless wall of the corridor. Normally he would've just let it go since in the end it didn't matter where she learned how to dance. but seeing how much it contradicted her nature he felt that it was important. "It is my job to deduce things and figure out things about the world around me. When it comes to this, though, I can't come up with a single reason why you would learn formal dance."

"It's really isn't a big deal." Vinyl said, not wanting to divulge her secrets.

"Come now, you practically dragged me onto the stage without telling me what your plan was. I think the least that I deserve is a little description." Gadwall replied. "It will also help pass the time as we get through the rest of this maze."

It aggravated Vinyl that the gryphon wasn't letting up. He did have a point though. Had she just been patient he wouldn't have any reason to ask about it. It was her fault and thus she only had herself to blame. While she didn't enjoy it, she decided to confess her little secret, if only to get Gadwall off her case. "Fine! I'll tell you already! Geez, you just don't let up." Even though the unicorn's tone was one of pure anger the gryphon was pleased to see her give in, if ever so slightly.

The mare didn't start immediately, working up a bit of courage. She really didn't like talking about it. It was a part of her past and she was the type of mare that lived in the moment. "I... I use to be part of a rich family." The moment the unicorn said that it made the gryphon's feather's perk up. That was the last thing he had expected to hear. He would've sooner expected that she was taught how to dance by her roommate. "My father use to be a very influential violinist, and my mother was a singer for opera. As their daughter, I was expected to follow in their hoofsteps."

"I see..." Gadwall said, still a bit stunned at the revelation. If her claims were true, it would make sense that there would've been high expectations for a mare of such refined breeding. The thing that threw him off however was how someone with such a pedigree could become like Vinyl. He didn't ask directly though, that would've just upset her. Instead he just let her continue talking. The dam of her past had been breached, all he had to do was wait for everything she was holding back to flow out.

"As a filly I was raised in Canterlot in my family's 'modest' home." She said sarcastically, know that the place she grew up in was only modest in the sense that it was amongst the smallest of the mansions in the city. "By the age of five I was surrounded by instruments to see where my musical talent would lead me. I honestly enjoyed every instrument to some extent, but my dad felt that I excelled at the piano."

Gadwall let out a snort. "You... a pianist?"

Vinyl smiled, she understood how absurd it sounded. "Hey, I'll have you know I can play a mean rendition of Beathoovian's Fifth Symphony." She said jokingly, finally getting out of her solemn mood for just a moment. "Anyways, as I got older I was sent to all the fancy schools to be taught how to play classical piano. Had tutors give supplementary lessons at home and even spent a few years in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns to help hone my magic."

"Ah.. and those schools are are where you learned to dance." Gadwall said.

"That's right." Said Vinyl. "Schools like those are less about learning about your talents and more about learning how to be part of the upper class. They have plenty of classes for teaching proper etiquette. Which fork to use first, how to greet ponies, proper discussion topics. Formal dance was one of the more important ones since there are a lot of social functions required ponies to do it."

"So what happened?" Asked Gadwall, feeling it safe to inquire further.

"What do you mean?" Vinyl asked back.

"Well, not to be rude, but how did a filly that was trained from a young age to be a prim and proper musical prodigy become... you?" the gryphon said bluntly.

The mare crossed her arms and gave an angry glare. For a moment Gadwall thought that she was going back to being defensive, but then she said. "Over time I became a bit disillusioned with that way of life." There was more than a hint of spite in her voice. "I can't say anything about where you come from, but in Equestria, those in high society hide who they really are under all those good manners and fancy clothes."

"Oh? How so?" Questioned the gryphon.

"It's all just for show." Said the unicorn. "Only when they're with other rich or popular ponies do they use the manners they are taught in their prissy schools, wearing their false smiles as they mindlessly follow whoever they see as alpha pony. At the drop of a hat they would sell their souls just to please some stallion or mare that they thought would make them more well know."

Vinyl closed her eyes for a moment, thinking back to a time during her college years when she stumbled upon a pegasus mare in her class sucking off an upperclassmen stallion in the girl's restroom just so she could be part of his inner circle. What made what would have been an embarrassing situation into a horrible one was that the unicorn stallion almost immediately pulled the mare off by her hair and offered Vinyl a spot in his clique if she would finish what the pegasus started. She of course objected and went to the dean about what had happened.

In the end all that came of it was the unicorn getting a slap on the wrist after his father made a hefty donation to the school. As far as the record showed, the only thing that had happened was two of age ponies having consensual sex on school grounds, completely ignoring the fact that he was using his status to take advantage of the girl. "Everything about them is so fake...." Vinyl said, her enclosed fist trembling as her voice resonated with anger. "I would've left my sophomore year if not for...."

"Your family." Gadwall interjected. "I assume your mother and father pressured you to finish despite whatever feelings you had towards your fellow classmates."

Vinyl shook her head. "No... While my parents did convince me to keep going for a while longer than I would've, that wasn't the reason I stayed...." Vinyl had already come this far, she saw no reason to withhold the reason from the gryphon. "The thing that kept me there was Octavia."

"You're roommate? She went to your school too?" Gadwall didn't know that the history between Octavia and Vinyl went so far back. Then again he had little information on the two to begin with. Just their names, occupations and location of residence as well as basic personality traits and recent history.

"Around the time I started feeling like I should just leave, Octavia was accepted into the Canterlot College of Equestrian Arts under a scholarship. At first I thought she was just another uptight mare going through the paces to become a self important snob." Thinking about her friend and their time in school brought a smile to Vinyl's face. "But the more I watched her, saw how hard she worked and how she poured her heart and soul into her music, the more I understood that she was nothing like the other ponies that went to the school."

A noticeable amount of whimsy filled the mare's voice as she became a bit nostalgic while reflecting on her precious memories. "Of course this was when I started going against the image of a 'proper classical pianist' that my parents and the school had decided I would become. Cut my hair, wore my tinted glasses, looked into alternative forms of musical expression. For the longest time, Octavia was warned not to go anywhere near me, that I was a trouble maker. One day though she was approached by one of the seniors. He tried to blackmail her, saying that he would have his father blacklist her from every major orchestra in Equestria unless she did exactly what he said." Vinyl decided to leave out that what the stallion wanted was to have the grey mare as a sex slave, to do anything he wanted whenever he wanted as long as she went to the school. After hearing how easily the first stallion had gotten away with it, other despicable males decided to try the same thing with girls that were just starting their education.

"Octavia wasn't about to be intimidated though. She knew that she had higher grades than anyone else in the school. The jerk didn't want to take no for an answer though and attacked her. That's when I stepped in and clocked that bastard in the back of the head." Vinyl snickered at the thought knowing that she was being literal, having pulled a clock off of a wall with her magic and smashed it hard against the stallion's skull. "With two ponies testifying that he tried to assault a student that guy was expelled, but I heard later on that he was given an 'honorary degree'."

"You must've been furious." Gadwall commented.

"I was just happy that Octavia didn't get hurt. However I think the stallion made good on his word. From the moment she graduated she has had trouble rising in the ranks of her field. The Grand Galloping Gala was supposed to be her big break, but even that didn't make too big a difference." Vinyl hated that it was that way, that after all the effort her friend put into being the very best at what she did all it took was the word of one pony to shoot her down. "Anyways, after that me and Octavia were best of friends. We have always been there for each other. She was there for me when my parents passed away..."

"Oh.... my condolences." Said the gryphon.

"Don't worry about it." The mare said back to him. "While I can't say I don't miss them, it was much easier to pursue my own goals after they were gone. They never approved of my choice of musical expression once I stopped playing the piano. When the school heard of it though they immediately expelled me. They had already had enough of me. Don't blame them seeing how my grades were slipping and I'd squealed on two of the student's poor behavior."

Gadwall looked up from the trail he was tracking to see a door just ahead of the two of them. They had made it to their destination. The story that Vinyl had weaved still intrigued him though and he wanted to know its ending. "So what happened after that?"

Vinyl gladly answered, being caught up in her own story. "Well I was depressed for a long time, went through a lot of my parents' money while I was trying to find my place in the world. I finally decided to sell the house since I couldn't stand to look at it anymore. It represented something I just couldn't tolerate. I spent what I had left to buy the best DJ setup I could and started my new life entertaining ponies. Despite how it looked to other ponies, like I was throwing away everything that my family worked so hard to make, Octavia was there to support me every step of the way and even let me move in with her while I got back on my hooves."

Thinking back to how the two became distant, Vinyl believed wholeheartedly that it was her fault that all this happened. If she had been a better friend and supported Octavia in her endeavors as the earth pony had her own then perhaps the Society would've never had an opportunity to abduct her. "I guess I just started to take everything she had done for granted.... I can't believe I let it get this far out of hand...."

"We're here." The mare looked up, seeing Gadwall had his talon wrapped around the handle of a door. He seemed hesitant to open, Vinyl thinking that perhaps he was just as nervous as she was about confronting the Society. "I'm not exactly sure what to expect on the other side. Remember we are under the guise of being guest. Try to blend in and act natural."

Having finished her tale she tried her best to look calm while remaining focused on what had to be done. As the door opened she began feeling that something was wrong. For what was supposed to be a party there was little sound coming from the room the door led to. She expected to hear chatter, music, perhaps the crack of a whip or the dismayed moans of some pony being tormented for the amusement of the egotistical aristocrats. What she heard instead was near silence.

Once the door was opened completely the two stepped inside and found themselves in an altogether different area than intended. Instead of a lavishly hedonistic celebration of one's dominance over those they believed were inferior, the two had stumbled into what looked like a storage warehouse. Boxes and crates were piled up along the wall one on top of another till they reached the ceiling, going out as far as the eye could see.

"I'm not sure this is right....." Said Vinyl, suddenly questioning if Gadwall was the expert tracker he had claimed. "Is the party suppose to be deeper inside?"

Gadwall placed a palm to his forehead. indicating to the mare that he had made a mistake. "No, after such a dreary place like that tunnel I doubt that the Society would want this to be the first thing to greet their guests. To be honest, while you were talking there was a fork that had a separation of the tracks. I made a judgement call and followed the one that had more. Seems it was a poor choice."

Vinyl eyes shot daggers at the gryphon. Now they would have to turn around and try again. As much being fashionably late was acceptable amongst those of high status it was going to give the two much less time to dig for clues. Turning to go back to the maze she noticed a cardboard box sitting right next to the entrance. It was no different than any other box in the room, but something about it beckoned her to take a closer look.

Lifting up the front of her skirt the unicorn got down on her knees. With a quick inspection of the box the mare spotted a mailing sticker. "To Dodge Junction, From Canterlot." Said Vinyl. She took note in the fact that the box only said a city, having no mailing address, and bore a small symbol on it that looked like a peach. "Hey Gadwall, this place is owned by the Society right?"

"Yes, the whole restaurant is assumed to be a front for the organization." The gryphon replied.

That was all Vinyl had to hear. Grabbing the top part of the box she opened it without hesitation. In it were several glass bottles, carefully fit into the container so there was little room for them to move about when it would be transported from one location to another. Reaching inside she took out one of the clear bottles and brought it to her face. The contents of the bottle was an odd pinkish-purple liquid. Placing her hand on the cork that sealed the glass container she gripped it firmly. With one powerful yank the cork popped out.

The unicorn used a bit of caution as she inspected the fluid further. She didn't have a clue what it was or what purpose it served for the Society. Bringing the bottle to her snout she took a small sniff. A sweet, fruity scent hit her senses, one that she had never experienced before. It had a strange effect on her, instantly giving her a craving to drink the fluid. Lucky for the mare her common sense was more powerful than her urges. There was no way that she just going to swallow some unidentified substance she just found. Slapping the cork back in the bottle she extending her arms to hold it as far away from face as possible.

"Something wrong?" Gadwall said as he watched the unicorn recoil.

"Actually... I think we hit the jackpot." Placing the bottle back in the box she stood up on our hooves. "Not sure what that stuff is, but there is a shipping label on that box. I think they keep stuff here till it's ready to be sent to other places they're set up."

Gadwall looked at another box that was part of a larger stack. "This one says it's going to Trottingham. No address though... Not a lot to go on. They probably just keep to one location per city they are stationed at."

"That might be true, but if this is a warehouse then they might have a ledger. If we can find that, it might just have addresses we need to pinpoint exactly where the Society operates." The mare seemed very proud with her deductions. If she was right then they wouldn't even have to go to the party to blow this case wide open.

"Perhaps you are right." Gadwall agreed. "I was wanting to investigate this place a little more too. If the stuff they have here is illegal or incriminating, it'll be good to take some with us as evidence." Before the two ventured further the gryphon closed the door the used to enter the warehouse and blocked it with a few boxes. "That will keep people out or at least warn us if they force their way in."

"Good thinking. Now come on, the sooner we find something the sooner we can leave." Said Vinyl.

The gryphon and the unicorn delved deeper into the warehouse. Vinyl took point, not bothering to ask Gadwall if it was ok if she did. If he had any objections he didn't voice them, which was all the approval the mare needed. While she took the initiative to press forward she also made sure to exercise caution, peeking around every corner as the two walked around the seemingly vacant area. The gryphon behind her seemed to be very calm though, staying close to Vinyl but not trying to correct her methods. "Glad to see that he is trusting me for once." The unicorn thought. "About time after all I did to get us this far."

"Vinyl..." The gryphon said as he stopped, looking at a box sitting on a large shelf. It looked much like the box that she had searched earlier, but it had a black "O" in the spot where the peach symbol was before. "I want to check this out. Go on ahead a bit, but stay in sight. Don't want anyone to get the drop on you when I'm not looking."

Vinyl nodded, understanding that they needed to stick together. "I won't go too far. Just to the next corner."

"Gotcha, just be careful." With the gryphon's approval the mare went ahead, going a few feet away to where a path crossed their own. Just as before she snuck a peek around the wall of boxes. This time though, she spied something that made her breathing stop for one short second. Around the corner, sitting in a small clearing, were two gryphons. Both of them were male and had looks of boredom on their faces. It seemed as if they had been there for some time.

"I can't believe that Gilda got into the party while we're stuck in here." Said the gryphon closest to the wall of boxes Vinyl was hiding behind. "How does that even happen? I thought that those Society ponies didn't want to associate with 'the help'."

"I dunno." The further gryphon replied. "Something about her raising a stink about something the other day till Satine gave in and got her an invite just to shut her up. I swear that girl has the loudest mouth I've ever heard."

"Satine... I remember Alula saying that name before." Thought Vinyl thinking back to how Gadwall's assistant tricked Gilda by dropping that name before.

"How the fuck did she manage that? If one of us tried that, Satine would've bit our heads off." Complained the closer gryphon.

"You sure like to gripe, dontcha?" The further gryphon snapped. "Look, all I know is it has something to do with the guy we're waiting for. He either said something or did something to the chick that got her all hot-blooded."

"Think that it had something to do with that cute girl that's been hanging around lately?" Asked the closer gryphon. "She and Gilda have been real friendly. I wouldn't mind giving her feathers a preening."

"Hey, get your mind out of the gutter." The other gryphon scolded. "Gilda told me just before she went to the party that girl reports directly to Satine herself. That means if you piss her off, your ass could be on the line."

"Sheesh.... who pissed in your coffee this morning. I'm just saying the girl's hot." The closer one said, annoyed with the other gryphon.

"I just want to get this over with." The further gryphon said exhausted. "It's late and that guy should've been here by now."

Back behind the boxes Vinyl was sweating bullets from every pore. Something the gryphons just said sparked a chain of thoughts that terrified the mare to the core. "Gilda told me just before she went to the party that girl reports directly to Satine herself.". For some reason she couldn't kick the feeling that the one they were referring to was Alula. Except the gryphon girl had said earlier that day that Gilda had confront her. If Gilda was talking about her than it meant without a doubt that Alula was actually working for the Society as well. Even worse was if that were true she would've had ample opportunity to warn someone that Gadwall would be coming to investigate.

Yet so far it seemed that the two had gone unimpeded for the most part. All the way here no one got in their way, the halls were completely empty and even the chefs completely ignored them. There was no reason to ever let them get this far, unless they were wanting them to get this far. It was a setup. "Gadwall! It's a-!"

As the unicorn turned around to run back the way she slammed right into Gadwall's chest, stopping her dead in her tracks. "I know Vinyl." He said, bringing his talon up above the stunned mare's head. Before she could make sense of the what was happening she felt something slide over the tip her horn. "I know."

Taking a slight glance upward the mare became aware of the black ring that was firmly wrapped around the base of her horn. It wasn't all Vinyl noticed as she felt the odd sensation of her magic becoming obstructed. Testing the new feeling, she strained herself to do something, anything, with her horn. No matter what she tried though, from levitation to her musical magic, nothing came out. Gripping the ring in a last ditch effort she pulled against the metal loop as hard as she could, but it simply wouldn't budge. It was as if the ring was clinging onto her magic itself.

"You bastard..." Vinyl said coldly as events caught up to her. The mare began to trembled with rage, finding it incredibly hard to stay calm. "So all this time.... you were just stringing me along..." Vinyl swallowed her emotions, as much as she wanted to break Gadwall's beak, she could sense the other two gryphons coming up behind her. Now wasn't the time for blind fury, now was the time to think of some way out of this situation.

"My apologies my dear Vinyl." Said the gryphon, placing a claw under her chin and looking directly eye. He had a good idea what she was capable of and in her currently dis-empowered state he didn't feel the least bit intimidated by her. "I believe you deserve some answers. How about we find ourselves a seat while I explain what will happen to you."

Vinyl slapped his arm away from her and took a step back, staying an equal distance between him and his associates. "How much?" The unicorn asked. "How much was the truth?" The mare's eyes darted one gryphon to another, trying to keep track if any were closing in on her. Her every instinct told her to bolt, but even if she managed to avoid getting grabbed, the way back to the restaurant had been blocked. She didn't really trust the maze either. For all she knew someone would be lying in wait. She was going to have to find another way out, if there even was one.

"I have been very honest with you Vinyl." Said Gadwall, answering her question. "Your friend is in trouble, causing quite a stir within the Society. It is my understanding that it is her fault that you have been targeted, don't ask me why though. It's not my job to ask questions."

"Then why wait? Why go through the act?" The mare replied. Keeping the gryphon talking was the only thing stopping him from ending this here and now.

"I had to keep a close eye on you." Gadwall continued. "Had to make sure that no one would come to you and tip you off to what the Society had planned. So I guided you to Canterlot so you could be abducted in a place far away from your friends. There were two problems in this plan, the first being that Gilda got to you before me and almost messed up your capture. The second being that I wouldn't be able to transport you till after tonight's events. The members of the Society have been running my brethren stationed here ragged in preparations for their party."

"Hey..." Said one of the gryphons behind Vinyl. "Can we just take her. She's got nowhere to run." Vinyl could see her time was up. Gadwall seemed fine going back and forth with the unicorn, perhaps because he felt that she had no chance of escape, but the other two were getting antsy. It was either now or never.

"Fine." Vinyl raised her hands up in surrender. "I give up."

"What?" Gadwall questioned the unicorn's intentions. The Vinyl he knew wouldn't go quietly. She would kick and scream and cause as much damage as possible, she would never back down or surrender.

"It's about damn time." The gryphon henchman said as he went behind the mare to grab her.

"Wait! Don't get-" Before Gadwall could finish his warning Vinyl sprung into action. Balling one of her hands into a fist she placed it in her other hand. Using a small twist of her body she built up a slight bit of momentum as she rammed her elbow right into the gryphon lackey's chest, applying pressure with her other arm to increase the force of the impact. The gryphon was staggered by the sudden strike, which opened him up to be grabbed by the unicorn. With the gryphon in her grasp and the other two closing in on her from either side she whirled him around her body in a half circle before releasing her hold.

The gryphon, tripping over his own feet, had no ability to stop himself as he crashed into a tall wall of boxes. The other unknown gryphon took his shot at the mare, lunging at her in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. Vinyl, seeing him coming her way, ducked out of his reach as he landed face first on the ground. It only took a moment for him to realize he had missed and within a second was on his hands and knees getting back to his feet. Before he could stand himself upright however the large tower of boxes Vinyl had sent his partner into before came crashing down on top of him, making a ghastly sound as it did.

Now the only one left to stop her was Gadwall, who she had moved closer to in order to get out of the path of the avalanche of objects she had caused. Attempting to turn to face the last attacker she was stopped as his arm wrapped firmly around her throat from behind. The gryphon then used his other arm to brace the one pressing against her vulnerable throat. "Vinyl!" he yelled as he pulled backwards, lifting the unicorn off her feet momentarily. "Settle the fuck down!"

The mare thrashed about in his arms, trying to get herself free from his choking grip. If she didn't soon then she would black out and she would be at the gryphon's mercy. "Gadwall...." She managed to cough out between a desperate gasp for air. "Let... Me... GO!" Lifting up her fist she thrust it downward, swinging it behind her in a last ditch effort.

A sudden release and a shrill, lingering cry of mixed pain and surprise confirmed to the unicorn that her strike was true. Pushing away from Gadwall she flipped around to take in what she had done. The gryphon, beak wide open in disbelief, slowly fell to his knees as he covered his crotch with his now free claws.

"Cheap... little... bi-" Before he could finish his remark Vinyl took hold of his head, trusting her knee into his face. She could feel a gratifying crack form as the solid blow connected on the left side of his beak. Feeling this blow would take care of her attacker she released him, allowing him to crumple to the floor. "

Stay down you son of a bitch!" Yelled the unicorn as she ran off, leaving the gryphon writhing in pain.

Now the only thing she had to do was find a way out of the warehouse. Invigorated by her recent victory she ran full speed through the rows of boxes, looking for anything that could be an exit. She no longer trusted the restaurant as a safe method of escape, but there had to be another way out somewhere. The problem was finding it before her pursuers recovered. It was much harder than she assumed it would be, the rows of boxes becoming more maze-like than the tunnels she was in earlier.

After minutes of sprinting the mare found her way to an actual wall of the building. Being tired, out of breath and unsure if she was being followed she hurried along it in as fast a walk as she could muster. If there was another door out, she would find it as long as she stayed along the wall or at least that is what she kept telling herself in her head. Each step made the muscles in her legs burn, yet she wouldn't stop for even a moment.

Before long she noticed a doorknob sticking out in front of her path. "There!" She thought, hope filling her very being as she pushed herself just a little bit so she could get to the door faster. She gripped the handle, turned the knob and went through the doorway without a moment of delay.

And then she froze. Before her were roughly ten gryphons, both male and female, who were seemingly lounging around in a break room. Each one of them stared back as the exhausted mare's sudden burst through the door caught their attention. Vinyl was just about to turn around and run back out, that was until she was shoved harshly into the room from behind, causing her to fall forward onto her hands and knees in her tired state.

"Gentlemen, ladies...." The unicorn didn't even have to look behind her. She knew that Gadwall had finally caught up. "This girl has been causing a bit of trouble tonight. Detain her while I go call Schorl and see what she wants done. Be careful though, that dress she's wearing is expensive." As the sound of the door closing reached Vinyl's ears the gryphon's rose out of their seats. Being as worn out as she was and incapable to access her magic Vinyl could tell she was out of options. All that was left was to wait as the horde of feathery fiends grabbed her.

Author's Note

A few notes (as usual). First off I am sorry if any of you are put off by the huge exposition dump at the beginning of the chapter. I just felt it was necessary to express Vinyl's past as well as her connections with Octavia within the EqTS universe. It does kind of go against the idea of "Show, don't tell", but if the only other way to get it across would be to write out an entirely separate arc which would've been 3-4 chapters in itself. For sake of brevity I found this to be the better option.

Aside from that I hope you enjoyed the finale of Vinyl's story arc. I will be writing out an epilogue that will be a bit longer than usual to show Vinyl's immediate fate and after the four chapters of pure plot I think that what will be depicted in it will be worth the wait.

Vinyl Arc Epilogue

The sound of jingling metal filled the warehouse owned by the Society. It was only thirty minutes since Vinyl had been subdued and restrained, and already she was trying her hardest to break her bonds. The gryphons had brought her back to the place where she had first encountered the two gryphons she had fought moments ago. From where she was, the unicorn could see the group that had captured her busily cleaning up after the mess she had caused, occasionally giving her dirty looks as they did.

The mare didn't care about that however. She was too preoccupied with her attempt to escape what they had put her into. The henchmen had brought in something that was little more than a thick sheet of square wood with wheels underneath it and a solid wooden post sticking out from the middle of it. The post had three metal rings drilled into into it, one on one side of it near the top and the other two on the opposing side at middle part and bottom of the wooden rectangle. Vinyl, having been collared, cuffed and shackled at the ankles, could feel that the chains on the objects restricting her arms and legs had somehow been slid into the loop of the rings on the backside of the post. Likewise another chain had been attached to the back of the piece of leather that constricted her neck to the top ring.

As the unicorn continued to thrash around in vain, a hand patted her on the top of her head, getting her attention. "Calm yourself Vinyl, you're only wasting your energy." Said the familiar gryphon standing next to her. Gadwall had disappeared for some time, ever since he had left her in the break room. Now that she had a chance to look at him again, she could see the damage she had done. Along the left side of his face was a noticeable crack in his beak. Vinyl wasn't sure if gryphons could feel things there, but she hoped that the injury caused him a great deal of pain.

"I spoke to the mare who put the contract out on you." Gadwall continued. "Seems after what you've done she feels you need to be disciplined a bit."

"Fuck you." Vinyl harshly replied.

"Language my dear." The gryphon said as he revealed a ring gag he was holding. "Now if you would open your mouth so we could get you ready."

Vinyl pulled her head away as much as the chain on her collar would allow. Even trapped as she was she had no intention in doing what her captors wanted. Gadwall at the same time didn't feel like playing her game. He looked over to the one the workers and snapped his talons a few times to get her attention. Gesturing the female gryphon over to him he whispers something to her. The girl nodded and walked around behind the unicorn. Seeing what was about to come Vinyl clenched her muzzle tightly.

A moment later the female gryphon's claw gripped the front of the mare's snout as her other claw wrapped around her jaw. Applying quite a bit of strength, the gryphon strained against Vinyl's efforts, slowly forcing her mouth to open wider and wider as the unicorn tossed her head around to break free from the grip. Eventually the orifice was forced open to a point that Gadwall stepped before her and placed the device inside, being as careful as possible to get it in properly as the resistant mare jerked and twisted against him. In the end, the gag was securely fastened into place, making it so Vinyl could no longer close her mouth no matter how hard she tried.

Now that the task had been finished, the female gryphon released the unicorn and left without a word to help her comrades with what was left of the cleanup. Gadwall paid her no mind, his focus was with Vinyl. "Now, was that so hard?" He said as if he was speaking to a child. "Sorry, I don't mean to condescend. You have been through a lot tonight and it is only the start of an even worse ordeal."

Even if Vinyl could speak properly, she had nothing to say to the gryphon. She had put her trust in him for a week only to learn that he had been tricking her the whole time. The only thing she had left for him was silent contempt.

Gadwall, seeing the mare's pure hatred for him in her eyes, began to pace back and forth in front of his catch, his eyes never straying away from the unicorn's. "I just wanted you to know before what happens next that I hold no ill will towards you for what you did. I probably deserve my broken beak and that sock to the balls you gave me." He cringed a little when saying that, the mention of it reminding him that his testicles were still sore. "You had to defend yourself and I can't fault you for that. In a way you have earned my respect. It is a shame what has to be done."

Vinyl rolled her eyes. The gryphon was full of it. He didn't give two shits about her, if he did then he wouldn't have helped the Society. All she was to the gryphon was a pay check, at least that is what she assumed, and for as far as she was concerned he could take that money and choke on it.

As Gadwall finished his apology to the mare the sound of chatter begun to emanate within the confines of the warehouse walls. "Ah, they're here." The gryphon stated as he saw the other gryphons, having finished their clean up, move so they were standing in attention with their backs flat against one of the box walls. A few moments later, Vinyl could see exactly who they were making way for as one after another ponies in high class party attire, as well as ones completely nude save for the collars they wore, came around the corner and into view, the large group being led by Gilda.

The crowd was led around the mare, surrounding her as they muttered to each other. They were undoubtedly talking about her, wondering who this pony who was presented in front of them like a trophy catch. Vinyl searched the crowd, wondering if the leader of the Society was among them. If the pony was there she had no way of telling as she passed her judging gaze along them.

Once the members of the Society had fond comfortable spots to stand, Gadwall cleared his throat loudly to get their attention. "Ladies, gentlecolts and accompanying slaves! Lady tourmaline wanted to thank you all for having come to Miss De Lis' party despite many of you having busy schedules. Since she couldn't be here herself she wanted to at least give you all something to show her appreciation." Gadwall moved his claw in Vinyl's direction. "Before you sits Vinyl Scratch, one of the slaves that will be available for purchase in an upcoming auction that will be held at the Society's club in two weeks' time. Any of you who wish try out the girl before considering purchase may feel free to line up and make use of her muzzle."

The pony's chatter became louder at the announcement as they pondered amongst one another who this mysterious mare was.

"Vinyl Scratch? Haven't I heard that name before?" The unicorn heard a mare say from the crowd.

"She certainly is beautiful." Exclaimed a stallion. "A pure white unicorn is pretty rare."

"She does seem familiar though. I am sure I've seen her somewhere before." Said another stallion.

"I know this girl." A strong voice cut through the other pony's and made them go silent as an earth pony stallion stepped out towards her. The earth pony, who was followed closing behind by a red pegasus slave mare, had dark blue fur and a flowing light blue mane. Vinyl wasn't sure who this pony was that said so surely that he knew her at first, but the more she looked at him the more it dawned on her and when it finally hit her she started her struggles against her bonds anew.

"Not him! Not this fucking bastard! It isn't possible!" She thought as she thrash harder than ever before. Even as the stallion approached she couldn't get her bonds to budge even one inch. Before she knew it the stallion was standing directly in front her, the unicorn's face at the same height as the stallions crotch.

"It's been a while Vinyl." The stallion said unzipping the front of his pants. "Not since the Canterlot College of Equestrian Arts. I was always disappointed that you didn't take me up on my offer all those years ago." Unbuttoning his pants he allowed to drop to the floor before kicking them to the side. Now exposed to everyone in the warehouse, Vinyl could see his rather large cock, fully erect from the mere thought of violating the mouth of the mare that had scorned him so long ago.

Gadwall, still standing next to the bound unicorn, looked to the stallion. "Schorl has stated that every member is allowed five minutes with the girl. At that time, whether you have finished or not, you have to make way for the next pony."

"Am I allowed to be rough with her?" The stallion asked, eager to get started.

"As long as you don't leave a bruise I don't see an issue." Replied the gryphon. "And don't be afraid to release inside. The poor dear skipped dinner this evening."

Vinyl turned her head to Gadwall, unamused by his crude joke, but before she could make so much as a disgruntled mumble the stallion gripped her horn and twisted her head back to face him. "Vinyl, Vinyl, Vinyl..... All this time and you haven't learned any manners. That's ok, I am more than happy to give you some remedial lessons. Lesson one..." Using the hold he had on the mare's horn he adjusted her head until his cock head was level with her muzzle. "When a stallion is presenting himself to you, it's rude to look away!" With a mighty thrust of his hips he pushed himself deep into Vinyl's vulnerable opening, going directly into her throat as he mercilessly brought her snout to the base of his shaft.

The mare's mind went into a panic. The entrance to her esophagus was filled with the stallion's solid cock, causing her throat to bulge out and her airway to become blocked. Her first instinct was to pull away, but the moment she tried to inch the stallion back out of her he used his free hand to grab her by the back of the mane and shove her back on until her nose once again pressed against his stomach. "Lesson two! A mare should not excuse herself until she is given proper permission!"

Now unable to move herself away, the unicorn thrashed once more against her binds, desperate for both escape and precious oxygen. The salty taste and smell of sweat and meat was all that she could perceive as her mind slowly succumbed to fear. Her eyes narrowed, her throat spasmed uncontrollably in reflex and her tongue pushed against the lower part of his violating rod in hopes that it would somehow push the invader out. Before long her vision begun to blur, a numbness flowed over her thoughts and her resistance faded.

Then suddenly the unicorn sprung back to life, coughing and gasping for the air that had been deprived moments ago. As her faculties returned to her she could see that the stallion hadn't gone anywhere. He had just pulled out until his cock head was resting on her tongue. "Lesson three Vinyl. Don't fall asleep when in the company of a gentlecolt." Vinyl took a deep breath as the earth pony pushed back inside her, making choking noises as he did. Only this time he wasn't content with just shoving it in and allowing her delightful spasms to massage him. No, this time he wanted the unicorn to know she was completely powerless to stop him.

Slowly he pulled himself out a bit before pushing back in at the same painfully slow speed. Pulling out again he increased his pace ever so slightly, tilting her head side to side so that the mare worked his shaft as her tongue limply ran along it. Every so often he would hear a moan or a whimper come from his victim, but the fight had been taken out of her for the most part and what little resistance she tried to put up was not enough to deter him as he brought himself into a steady fucking pace.

"You got a minute left" Said Gadwall, reminding the stallion that there was a time limit to his free sample of Vinyl's pleasing orifice.

"That is just enough time for one last lesson." He said, looking down at Vinyl's eyes which were filled with hatred and tears. "Do you know what that lesson is?" He asked the mare. She didn't reply of course, both unable and unwilling to respond to his rhetorical question as he continuously pumped his dick into her muzzle. "Let me tell you." He stated before pushing himself all the way in one last time and grunting in orgasm, his sack clenching around his balls as he shot his load. "Bitches always swallow."

Vinyl could feel the hot spunk shoot into her throat, barely tasting the creamy fluid splashes of it hit the back of her tongue. Exhausted and unable to struggle any further she did the only thing she could in her position and reluctantly swallowed down the jism as it came, making audible gulping noises as she did.

"Time's up" The gryphon exclaimed. Hearing this the earth pony pulled his cock out slowly, letting loose one last wad of semen that landing on the unicorn's tongue. Once Vinyl was released her head hung limply for a moment, allowing the remaining sperm to drip out from her wide open mouth.

"Aaa ill uking ill ooo..." She said incoherently, unable to focus after the stallions oral assault. As he moved away though her ears went flat against her head and she let out a low whine as she saw the large line that had formed behind him. Stallions and mares alike all wanting to try before they would buy. Judging by how far the line went back Vinyl knew that this was going to be a long night.

Hours passed and the final member, a male pegasus, released himself all over the spent mare's face. "Not sure if this girl is worth it." He said to Gadwall as he put his pants back on. "She didn't put any energy into it whatsoever."

As the stallion turned to leave the gryphon gave him a fierce glare. "What do you expect after she serviced sixty-three of you in a row?" He thought before looking down at his catch. She was breathing, but had gone unconscious during the last few member's use of her. Her face and upper body was covered in the semen and vaginal fluids of the Society members and it made the mare look pitiful. While in the end Vinyl was just another job, a means to an end, it didn't mean that the gryphon couldn't respect her. Leaning down to her limp form he whispered into her ear. "You did your best. Now rest, your new life awaits you."

Once he said his words of slight praise to the mare who undoubtedly was unable to hear them, he stood up and went over to Gilda, who had been there the whole time, watching the members use Vinyl for their pleasure. "Get her cleaned up, bound and boxed. She goes to the club tonight."

Gilda huffed at the male gryphon. "Do it yourself, I'm still pissed at you for taking her from me in the first place."

"You can be pissed all you want. I still outrank you in this. One word from me and you'll be shipped back to Areos faster than that blue pegasus you like so much."

Gilda's eyes widened as he made mention of Rainbow Dash. "Wha-! How did you know... Grrrr... fine!" Pushing herself off the wall the and brushed past Gadwall, purposefully hitting her wing against him as she did.

Seeing the female gryphon get to task, Gadwall left, going to the break room Vinyl had stumbled into before and out a door on the other side of it which lead directly outside to the Canterlot Warehouse District. It was dark, any pony that would've been around to hear Vinyl's screams would've went home hours before the first stallion used her. She was now the Society's problem, property of Schorl Tourmaline who would soon sell her to the highest bidder.

Extending his wings for a moment to prepare for flight he quickly retracted them. "A walk will do me some good." He said to himself, touching his talon to the crack on his beak as he stepped into the night. There was nothing special about Vinyl, not compared to any other mare or stallion he had captured for the Society. Every so often though the gryphon's conscious would come back to him though, it would take some time to get over what he felt. After all, Gadwall was a professional and this was just another assignment.

Author's Note

The Vinyl arc is now complete. I hope you all enjoyed the extra epilogue (or perhaps you could call it a mini-chapter). There is just one last thing that needs wrapped up before we move on to the next arc featuring Rarity and we will resolve that next time. Until then stay safe and don't get tricked by any gryphons.

Every Pony Has Their Price

Octavia let out a loud, pleasure filled scream of climax, filling the dark room she occupied with the sounds of her unwanted desire. She had been bound, forced into a less than pleasant position while an eager tongue lovingly licked her sensitive pussy to orgasm for hours on end.

Her head laid sideways on the ground, the ring on her collar attached to a metal loop on the floor by a single pad lock, while her wrists were likewise attached to the stone floor on either side her her breasts, which were pressed against the cold rock. Her hips were raised pleasantly in the air, forced to that position as her waist rested inside a small metal beam that curved around her body, the beam itself held up by a solid metal rod. Lastly her legs, which were made to be separate by a small spreader bar attached to her thigh, were fixed to the ground much like her neck and arms except that they were given small chains to allow them freedom of movement, albeit small. Bound as she was it gave her the appearance of submissively bowing before the stallion sitting in front of her.

"Forty-six." Said Fancy Pants as he watched the helpless mare. He had been there since the very start, keeping a count of how many times Octavia had cum. "Miss Pommel, it is time to swap."

Coco Pommel lifted her head up above the horizon of the grey mare's presenting rump, her mouth agape as her tongue hung out from it, numb from having to constantly lap at Octavia's exposed mound for a long time. "Yeth shur, uh undursland." The smaller earth pony said, slurring her words as she got up onto her hooves.

Stepping away from the bound mare Coco headed to a set of chairs at the back end of the room, passing by a pegasus who was about to take her place. The replacement mare was Flitter, who like Coco had once been part of Octavia's inner circle. Since she had aided Octavia in her escape attempt there had been little mercy towards her. While Schorl herself hadn't punished Flitter beyond what she had done on stage the rest of the Society never forgave the mare.

Day in and day out Flitter was ordered by ponies to be used sexually as well as acting as whipping girl, usually in a literal way. It didn't take long for her to finally give in under the constant pressure and beg to be allowed to perform the Crystal Heart Ritual in the idea that if she did it her life would become easier. Schorl, in order to reward the pegasus, had Flitter transferred to lounge duty to act as a serving girl. Today was the first time she had to serve a member's desires in a while.

Flitter crouched down behind Octavia, opening her mouth wide as she grabbed the earth mare by the hips. Pressing her muzzle against the soaked, vulnerable pussy and stuck her tongue inside it, pressing hard against the wet inner walls as she slid it in and out of her former friend.

Octavia's moans started anew. Even if her resolve to refuse submission was still strong she couldn't resist the feelings flowing through her body. It had been this way for a while, her time outside of her cage being spent alternating between the cruelest torture and the greatest pleasure. This balancing act between heaven and hell was taking its toll and even if her mind knew it was wrong her body couldn't help but crave stimulation when it was given to her. Within moments the fresh tongue sent her into another screaming orgasm, the spasms having long since become painful under the stress of over exertion.

"Forty-seven." Fancy pants said, keeping his count. "Are you ready to give in yet Octavia? I promise that things will be better if you simply surrender yourself to me."

Octavia's thoughts were hazy, but she could still make out the stallion's voice. Coming down from her most recent rush of endorphins she gave her reply through labored breaths. "Nev...er... you... prick..."

A disappointed sigh escaped Fancy Pants' mouth. He was at his wit's end with the mare before him. What could've been avoided long ago with the simple acceptance of his job offer had now become months of unsuccessful training. While he could feel Octavia's will crumbling his patience was likewise becoming thin. Far too much time had been invested into this one mare and at this point she was becoming something he didn't even want. Today had to be the day, otherwise he would have to cut his losses. The only thing that had prevented him from doing so already was how much he desire to have earth pony as his.

"That's enough, let her relax Miss Flitter." Said the stallion.

Flitter came to a stop at the unicorn's command. "But sir, I've barely started up again... and she still hasn't submitted to your will."

"I know, but there will be no further need for that. It is about time for my last attempt to reach her." Said the stallion as he looked to his watch. "And I at least want her to be well rested before we go."

Octavia was glad to have the pegasus stop, even if her flesh still quivered and begged for more. The break gave her the time she needed to regain her wits and think clearly. She wondered though, what did the stallion mean by "last attempt". What would happen if she still refused to co-operate? Would he let someone else have their shot at taming her, or would he get rid of her in a more permanent manner? Either way she was equally satisfied that she managed to defeat the bastard and afraid of what would happen to her.

Minutes passed in near silence until the door to the room opened, allowing a pure white female unicorn with a long, wavy pink mane to enter. The mare walked over to where Fancy Pants was sitting and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "My darling." She said addressing the stallion.

"Yes Fleur?" He replied. "Has it started?"

"Yes, the first of the slaves just went on stage when I left. You should have plenty of time to get there for what you wanted." Fleur answered going over to Octavia. "The girl hasn't given in yet, I take it."

"You are correct, I'm afraid..." Said the stallion.

Fleur went over to a leash and a set of wrist stocks that were laying on the floor and had been used to bring Octavia into the room. "Pity, we could just skip this if she submitted." Octavia watched as the unicorn mare picked up the items as Fancy Pants got out of his seat. The two converged on her and, pulling out a set of keys, the stallion began releasing Octavia from her bonds.

Before long she was on her hooves, hands in front of her trapped within the wrist stocks, with the leash attached to her collar. She had hardly put up a fight, she was far too tired and the two unicorns could easily overpower her with their magic even if she wasn't. The effort to try to resist would be a lesson in futility that she had learned a dozen times over by this point.

Taking the leash loop into his hand Fancy Pants gave the thin strip of leather a couple of light tugs. "Come on Miss Melody."

Octavia stayed the stallion closely, making sure that the leash wouldn't go taut as he walked her around the room to stretch out her legs a bit. While she was given her exercise the three other mares gazed at her glistening, sweat covered form, admiring the earth pony's naturally swaying hips and the way her breasts bounced pleasantly with each step. The whole thing was more than bit demeaning, but she was far beyond the point where the shame of the situation phased her. All she was doing was going through the motions until Fancy Pants grew bored.

Eventually the stallion stopped, which in turn made the earth mare cease walking as well. "I just don't understand it..." He said looking Octavia in the eye. "You've come so far in your training, yet you refuse to give yourself to me. Why is that?"

Octavia knew the question was rhetorical, but that didn't stop from the mare from giving her snide reply. "Perhaps you just aren't worthy of being my master."

Fancy Pants tugged the leash in his hand hard, causing the defiant mare to lurch forward momentarily. "You've had enough exercise. We have some place to be." The stallion sent a glance in the direction of his wife, seeing that she had found entertainment in the form of fondling Flitters' breasts. "My dearest, feel free to have fun with Miss Pommel and Miss Flitter while I'm gone."

Fleur pinched the pegasus' nipples, inciting a cute moan from the girl as well as causing her wings to flap uncontrollably from the slightly painful pleasure."Don't worry, I will." She said back to her husband. With that Fancy Pants exited the room and left Fleur to her own devices.

Once more Octavia found herself walking down the halls of the Society. She had been lead through them back and forth so many times at this point that the ornate decor had lost its luster. What used to impress despite her poor situation now held no sway over her. It was all just a pretty disguise for a dungeon anyways and that fact only tarnished the finery further.

"Miss Melody." Said Fancy Pants, breaking the silence. "Despite what you might think I never wanted you to be here. All I wanted was for you to work for me, to play your lovely music."

"To be your windup toy you mean." Octavia scoffed. "To perform on command whenever you felt like turning my key."

"Ahem!" The unicorn didn't appreciate the earth mare's tone. "What I am trying to say is all the training, all the sexual torture, it all could've been avoided if you just accepted my offer. I don't want a sex slave, I want a musician. The only thing that holds you here is your own stubborn pride."

"Fancy Pants... I'm never going to be your musician." Said the mare, assured in her statement. "There is nothing that you could do to ever change my mind after what you have done to me."

"We will see about that Miss Melody." The unicorn said taking hold of the handle of a velvet blue door. "I still have one last trick up my sleeve and perhaps, my dear, it will have you changing your tune."

Opening this new door the stallion and the earth mare entered inside and were greeted by the loud voices of the ponies yelling out seemingly random numbers. The room, which was brightly lit and had a similar layout to the Society's lounge, was filled tables and chairs which were likewise filled with the organization's members, all of which had their eyes fixed to the stage that was placed on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Unlike the lounge's stage this one wasn't a circular one that resembled the kind that you would find in a erotic club. Instead it was more like one that would be used for theater. As the two ponies made their way to an empty table the mare sent her attention to the stage herself, knowing that whatever was happening on it was the reason she was there. What she saw wasn't very unusual considering the normal activities of the Society.

Standing in clear view was a brown maned, pink coated earth pony mare. As Octavia would've expected of a pony being put on display for the Society's members the mare was wearing nothing except the standard leather slave collar, restraints that bound her arms behind her back and kept her legs from going more than a foot apart, and was giving an expression from behind a ball gag that matched Octavia's own feelings of being held against her will. Next to her was a minotaur, at least twice the size of the earth pony, holding a length of rope connected to her collar. The overbearing creature had his hand placed menacingly around the back of the poor girl's neck, holding her in place with his massive strength.

Getting to an open table Fancy pants pulled out a seat, giving a small gesture with his head to indicate that he had done so as a courtesy for Octavia. "Still trying to make me think your a gentlecolt?" Octavia said, placing herself in the chair. She didn't like the stallion's act at being charming, as if he could honestly had some semblance of respect for someone he saw as something to own. It was sickening and if he was going to be an arrogant prick she wished he would drop the pretense.

"I'm just trying to make you more comfortable Miss Melody. It is the least I can do for what I'm about to put you through." With his captive now seated he grabbed the other chair at the table and sat himself down as well.

Octavia rolled her eyes at his response and returned her thoughts to the stage. It was odd, aside from the general embarrassment of being in front of the other ponies naked the earth mare wasn't being violated or humiliated in any way. No whips, no sex toys, no bondage devices save for ones that limited movement. For a show it was pretty tame. Searching the stage more to see if there was something more to this she noticed two things.

First was what was waiting just out of view for most of the ponies. If she wasn't at sitting at the angle from the stage that she was she wouldn't have seen it herself, but just backstage was a lineup of mares that were hobbled together and under the watch of gryphon and a pony she could just hardly make out. The mare at the front of the line, a cream colored pegasus with purple and green striped hair, was one that she recognized from her time working as a drink girl. She didn't remember her name, but she did recall that the girl was very fidgety and nervous all the time and she seemed to be displaying that trait as she waited for her turn.

The second thing she saw that was out of place was an earth pony stallion standing behind a podium, looking out and pointing to the pony's in the crowd as they continued to call out the numbers. The scene seemed strangely familiar, yet at the same time wrong. Like this was something that normal ponies would do, but under different circumstances. She thought hard trying to place what this was suppose to be, that was until the room went quiet and the earth pony behind the podium slammed down a gavel.

"Sold!" The stallion yelled. "And ownership of Peachy Cream goes to Miss Whiplash!"

The crowd made light applause as the minotaur dragged the unwilling mare down a set of steps to the side of the stage and presented her to a female member that Octavia had personal experience with. "Celestia help us...." Octavia said under her breath. "It's a slave auction." The grey mare didn't know why the act phased her so much. She had seen and had been forced to do so many things, the idea of a pony being bought and sold in such a manner should have come as no surprise. Yet still the sight of such a blatant display of disrespect for fellow ponies brought a new-found feeling of disgust to the earth mare.

"Now for our next item." The auctioneer on stage said, drawing Octavia back to the stage. The white pegasus in the lineup was un-hobbled and brought out in front of everyone, the gryphon from backstage leading her by a rope on her collar like the minotaur had done with the previous girl. Unlike the previous mare though the pegasus wasn't bound in any way aside from her collar. It seemed they didn't find the shaking, nervous pony any risk of trying to escape or disrupt the event.

As the gryphon escorted the frightened mare around the stage, showing her off in front of the ponies that would soon be tossing out offers for her ownership, the auctioneer continued. "This little filly should be familiar to everyone here. Sweet Berry, the cute and clumsy pegasus serving girl, has now been put up for purchase by our gracious founder."

The pegasus had a difficult time following the gryphon guiding her around, stumbling over her own two unhindered hooves despite the gryphon only going at a brisk walking pace. Octavia wondered if that was natural for the mare or if it was a by product of what the Society had done to her. Whatever it was Berry didn't seem too pleased being presented before the ponies watching her.

"She has been extensively used by the Society." The auctioneer continued. "But she is still very eager to serve a master or mistress. She has even prepared a few words for her future owner." Hearing the cue the gryphon brought Berry up front and turned her around so her back faced the audience. Octavia could see the gryphon give a few commands to her and once he was done the mare complied to them with little protest.

Slowly the pegasus mare got to her hands and knees, quivering in fear and hanging her head as she did. Once in position she used one of her hands to reach underneath her body and, using her middle and index finger, spread her labia apart to show everyone there the inside of her vagina. "T-thank you all for all that you have taught me about being a good slave. I hope that I can use what I have learned to better serve whoever purchases me. I am foreve-" The pegasus made a slight sob, interrupting the obviously forced speech. "Forever indebted to the Society and all its members."

"Isn't she precious folks? Now how about we start the bidding at one-hundred bits!" As soon as the auctioneer gave the do ahead the bidding began.

"One-hundred!" Called out Whiplash from across the room, not content with just one new mare to play with.

"One-ten!" Yelled a stallion to outbid the sadistic pegasus.

"One-twenty!" Called another stallion.

The room became alive with action, so much so that Octavia couldn't keep up with who was bidding what. Seeing it fruitless to try she focused in on Sweet Berry, who was having trouble staying in her submissive pose while she became the center of attention. From her seat Octavia could see that Berry's face was turning an ever deepening shade of red and that tears were slowing seeping from her clenched eyes. The way she was reacting, crying and trembling like a leaf in the wind, it was like at any moment she could collapse from sheer humiliation. It was a pitiful display, but one the grey mare knew the Society reveled in.

The bidding was over in a matter of minutes, which was perhaps a mercy for the seemingly glossophobic pony. As the gradually increasing offers began to peter out a brown maned, white male unicorn sitting at the table next to the one she was sitting at made one final offer. "Four-hundred bits!" Hearing what the unicorn was willing to pay for the girl the others took a moment to think about if a slave of her stature was worth it. As they looked to the curly maned stallion it didn't seem that he was going to stop anytime soon, glaring at the girl with fixed eyes as if to say "She will be mine". Sensing his determination the others graciously bowed out and allowed him his prize.

"Sold to Indigo Surprise for the amount of four-hundred bits!" The auctioneer called out and with a pound of the gavel Sweet Berry's fate was sealed. Octavia slumped back in her seat, a bit drained from the ordeal. Four-hundred bits... that was the price of a pony's freedom, of their self respect, of their very lives. She had never thought about it in the past, but now she wondered how much did Fancy Pants pay for her capture. What price was put on her head when he sent a group of gryphons to abduct her from her apartment? Just how little did he value the rights of other ponies?

Having heard the finalization of the bid the gryphon holding Berry's rope gave it a tug, pulling her along still on her hands and knees to go and meet her master. Once there the pegasus' new owner removed the rope from her collar. "Hello Berry. You miss me?" The unicorn stallion asked her, getting a weak nod in return. "Good, now stand up for me and let's get you taken care of, hm?" Indigo reached out to steady the shaking frightened mare as she got to her hooves. Pulling out a handkerchief from his suit pocket the stallion gently dabbed her tear stained cheeks while doing his best to brush her side to calm the mare as if she was a frightened dog. "No more exhibitions for you, sweet girl," He said tenderly to her to ward off her stage fright. Once her tears were wiped away he stuffed the kerchief back into his coat pocket. "Now watch and obey."

Indigo leveled his legs and patted his lap. It took a few seconds for Berry to catch on, but when she did she quickly took a sat down where her master indicated. with the girl's rear now carefully planted on his legs he choose to exercise his authority over his new slave on the spot. "Relax, let your master pleasure you." He said in a calm tone as he used his hands to gently spread her legs apart.

"I-I'll try master..." Said the pegasus, doing her best to obey but finding it difficult to cease her nervous shakes.

Having opened the path to Berry's sensitive area the stallion slipped a hand between her thigh and tenderly rubbed the lips of her soft pussy. "No more bar duty, I think you've earned being a type three... Nopony else is going to bother you." Indigo said as he brought his other hand to one of her breast, caressing it and causing a few light coos from the pegasus' muzzle. In mere seconds the mare had become putty in his skilled hands.

Octavia looked away, the sight of another mare allowing herself to become some stallion's plaything was too much. She could see a bit of Fancy Pants' tactics in the way he treated the girl, catching more flies with honey than with vinegar. To try and tyne out the girl's ever growing sounds of passion she looked up at the stage again seeing that the next girl had already been brought out, gasping when he realized what she was looking at.

Now on the stage were two female bat ponies, one naked and unbound like Berry had been while the other one, which Octavia figured was the pony she could hardly see before, had taken the role of presenter as the minotaur and gryphon had done before her. The unrestrained slave mare didn't seem unnerved like Sweet Berry was, in fact it seemed like just the opposite. Being in front of a crowd seemed to invigorate the grey coated mare with a black, white striped mane as she showed her pearly whites and ran her hands over her figure seductively. It would seem that the bat mare was one of the willing, trustee slaves.

"Next up we have a rare treat." Said the auctioneer. "A lovely and lusty thestral."

Octavia had heard the word "thestral" before, as it was the proper name for a bat pony. In actually calling them "bat pony" was almost considered a slur amongst their people, the name brought on by the divide between the ponies during the battle of the two princesses so long ago. The thestral, for the most part, had sided with Luna during the short lived war and for it they were shunned and ostracized, despite how much Celestia pleaded with her subjects to not judge them harshly for doing what they felt was right. The result is a millennium long prejudice on both sides that even to this day was hard to overlook. Octavia herself could help but feel a bit of fear while looking at the thestral's dark, almost demonic visages. However her fear slowly faded as she watched the greyish-blue bat pony guide around her fellow brood, the nude girl never once giving any signs of not wanting to be there.

"As you can see our newly inducted thestral member, Miss Violet, has brought out one of her respectable race to be purchased by a kind and loving owner." The auctioneer started to give a few details about the mare, trying to add further spice to the slave's resume. "This mare, who calls herself Grayson, was once a street thief. She was kindly picked up by our organization and given an actual purpose in life aside from stealing what she needed to get by, the purpose of servitude. She gladly accepted her new role and has become the ideal sexual servant. Eager, willing and a bit on the masochistic side. After all the poor girl did to get to this point it would be a shame to not start the bidding at three hundred bits."

The moment a price was given the room lit up with bids, each pony there wanting to have this rare acquisition as part of their collection. It was much more chaotic that what had gone on during the bidding on Berry. Even so Octavia noticed that Fancy Pants was being very quiet, not once placing a bid on either mare. She wondered why, so much so that she had to ask. "Aren't you interested in that girl?" She said plainly, getting straight to the point.

"I told you, I don't want a sex slave." The stallion replied. "She might be a exquisite creature, but her personality is unappealing to me. I'm not here to buy a new slave anyways, just to show you something. So please, Miss Melody, just sit and watch."

Octavia huffed in response. She had already determined for herself what this was about. Fancy Pants had moved away from his subtle punishments to threats. Bringing her here was him basically telling her that if she didn't straighten up and fly right she would become the one on the auction block. She wasn't worried about that, the mare had already been raped by Schorl's personal bodyguard and didn't think that any of the members could do worse than him.

Finally the bidding for the thestral came to a close and the highest bid ended at eight-hundred and fifty bits. The thestral known as Violet escorted the leashed mare to the couple that had won her. "Not to tell you how to treat your property..." Violet said handing the stallion of the couple the rope. "But I don't want to hear about you abusing her, understood?"

"Oh come on." Said Grayson as she took her place at the couple's side. "Don't act all 'big sisterly'. It wouldn't be any fun if they didn't make it hurt. Just mind your own business and let my owners do what they want with me." Violet gave the slave a cold glare before leaving the table and going out Octavia's sight.

"Now without further ado" Said the earth pony behind the podium. "Let's go onto our last mare before moving onto the stallion portion of the auction."

"I've seen enough." Octavia said getting out of her seat. "I don't know what you expected from all this, but whatever it was it didn't work. Just take back to my cage, or sell me, or whatever. I'm do-"

"Please feast your eyes upon tonight's mare of honor, Vinyl Scratch!" Octavia's heart skipped a beat. The auctioneer couldn't have said what she just heard. It had to be a mistake, a pony with a similar name, maybe the same name as odd as that was in pony Society. What she saw on the stage however dispelled any delusions she was attempting to form.

It was without a doubt her old roommate, the beamed note cutie mark on her rear was proof enough for that. "No..." Octavia weakly said as she slumped back into her seat, shock overcoming her. "It can't be..." Her friend had become a slave of Society, just like herself. A minotaur was pulling her out onto the stage as she kicked and screamed uselessly. A leather blindfold covered her eyes, arms bound behind her back in an arm binder, her mouth was forced open with a ring gag and her horn had one of those abominable magic negating rings on it.

Fancy Pants placed his hand over Octavia's. "I'm sorry my dear, but I thought that seeing this would open your eyes."

Octavia hastily pulled her hand away from the stallion. "Did you do this?!"

"No... it wasn't me." Fancy Pants said with a shake of his head. "It was Lady Tourmaline. She learned of your friend and felt that capturing her might teach you the consequences of disobedience. She was going to ask her new owner if they would let you and her perform on stage together, an attempt to shock and humiliate the both of you, I'm sure. I felt it would be better if you knew now."

The room suddenly livened up again, Octavia had completely missed the auctioneer's introduction of her friend, now Vinyl's fate was in the hands of the Society and there was nothing Octavia could do except watch it play out. She could feel herself start hyperventilating, panic setting in. She felt the stallion next to her place a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it to try to comfort her in some way. "There, there, my dear. It'll be fine. Like all punishments it will hurt for just a moment and then you will be able to walk away from this, hopefully a little wiser."

"Fancy Pants!" The earth mare said, grabbing the stallion by the arm. "You have to buy Vinyl!" It was a desperate plea, but if Fancy Pants was Vinyl's owner then it was very likely that Vinyl would have an easier time than if she was owned by most of the other members.

Looking into Octavia's frantic eyes Fancy Pants did feel sorry for the girl, but he also had to stand his ground with the mare who had till this point only shown him defiance. "I told you Miss Melody, I'm not here to purchase new slaves. You are just going to have to take responsibility for your actions."

"I will!" Octavia yelled, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'll take whatever punishment you want to give me. I'll do anything you want." Taking his hand in her own she brought it to her lips and kissed it in a sign of submission. "I'll be your musician, just don't let them hurt Vinyl. Please... master"

The stallion conscience wouldn't let him ignore the mare begging him for mercy. He had heard the last bid stop at eight-hundred and fifty, which was quite a bit to pay for a slave he didn't need, even if it was a lovely pure white unicorn. She would need to be trained too, which would make the purchase even more costly. Then again the mare came with Octavia's obedience and happiness, which were two things he greatly desired. He had to make a decision if the cost would be worth the gain.

The auctioneer lifted his gavel up and was prepared to end the bids, but then Fancy Pants stood up and lifted his hand. "One thousand bits!" The crowd made a slight gasp at the bid, it was fairly high even for a slave of Vinyl's caliber. Then again that was the point. It was a safe bid, no one would go against it.

"One-thousand, one-hundred." A blue earth pony stallion said nonchalantly just a few tables away.

Fancy pants' mouth went agape. He hadn't expected that from anyone, never the less he refused to be out bid. "One-thousand, two-hundred!"

"One-thousand, three-hundred." The stallion said again, sending Fancy Pants a smirk.

Fancy Pants couldn't believe that someone had actually went into a bidding war with him over the mare currently on stage. If this continued the price was going to become far too much, even for Octavia's sake. He had to get the earth pony stallion to stop and there seemed to be only one way. It would be in poor form, but he would have to directly confront the other member. He handed Octavia her leash, trusting her not to try and run off, and headed straight for the other bidder as he raised his own bid another two-hundred bits.

"Sir!" He said, attempting be both polite and show his authority. "I apologize for asking you this, but I need you to let me have this mare."

The blue stallion quickly raised his bid once more before addressing Fancy Pants. "No way. Me and that girl have some history together. I've been wanting to make that bitch my cock sleeve for years."

"Fine" Fancy Pants responded before raising his bid to one-thousand, six-hundred. "How about a compromise then. You let me get ownership on the unicorn and I'll let you have open access to her during her training." Fancy Pants didn't like the idea of having one of his slaves abused by some other pony, but this deal was the only way he was going to win this battle.

The earth pony thought about it for a moment. "No restraints right? I mean I'll abide by Society rules, but that mare owes me a lot."

"Yes, yes, I'll tell Miss Tourmaline personally that you can make use her as you see fit. So do we have a deal?" Fancy Pants asked.

The stallion looked at Vinyl, still flailing and yelling hopelessly on stage, and the back the the unicorn in front of him. "I guess she really isn't worth that much... And if I can use her for a while... Fine, take the bitch."

The auctioneer finally slammed down his gavel, declaring Fancy Pants to be the winner. As with the slaves before her Vinyl was brought directly to her new owner, being picked up off the ground by the minotaur holding her rope so she wouldn't hurt herself in the midst of her thrashing. Placing the girl next to the unicorn stallion Fancy Pants took the rope and headed to the exit.

"Octavia, come. We have much to discuss." Vinyl's head perked up. While she couldn't see she could still hear clearly.

Seeing her friend react to her name Octavia got up right behind her. "Stay calm Vinyl. Don't resist, at least not now. If you try to fight now you'll just waste your energy." Vinyl gave her friend a nod in reply. Honestly she was just happy to hear her voice once again and she hoped that the compliance she was showing wasn't a sign that she had given up on freedom.

The three exited the auction hall just as the first stallion was being brought out, but as soon as the left the room they came to an immediate stop, Vinyl being brought to a halt by Octavia. "Oh! Lady Tourmaline." Said Fancy Pants, greeting the crystal unicorn waiting in the hall right outside the door with her minotaur bodyguard. "Here to watch the auctions?"

Schorl crossed her arms and gave the stallion a miffed look. "I came because I heard that you had brought your rebellious little slave to watch the show. I had thought that this might happen. You have always been a bit too kind Fancy, which is why I had spared you from having to personally train your... servants. To think you would go behind my back and undermine my methods to punish Octavia." Looking over to the grey mare and spotted something else that upset her. "Why is she holding her own leash? You should know better."

"Lady Tourmaline please, allow me to explain." The unicorn gave Schorl a brief explanation of what happened, mostly describing how Octavia threw herself at his mercy for her friend. Octavia noticed Vinyl's body tremble just a bit as the story was retold. She knew why, as it would've been the same thing for her if their roles were reversed.

Vinyl was furious at herself for causing her friend to have to sacrifice herself to save her. "It's ok. We will figure out something. I haven't given up yet."

"Fancy Pants! Your mares are talking while we are having a conversation." Schorl said angrily. "This is exactly what I am talking about."

"I'm sorry." Fancy Pants apologized. "But now that Octavia has given herself to me we should be able to correct that with the crystal heart ritual."

Schorl's horn begun to glow and Octavia watched as the crystal mare glare at her with such intensity that it seemed like she was peering into her very soul. "Hmm... Sartek, please take Fancy Pants' new pet to the kennels. He and I need to talk about Octavia's future."

Octavia found herself in Schorl's office a short time later, sitting on her knees next to Fancy Pants as he sat in front of the crystal mare's desk. It hadn't been too long since she snuck into this room with the help of Golden Touch, that she discovered Schorl's plot to kidnap the elements, and that the Society had some sort of escape plan that involved some place called Minotropis. She didn't really ever expect to ever be in this room again and remembering what came of that night she found it a bit intimidating.

Schorl, who was sitting across the desk from the stallion, still didn't look too pleased at either of the ponies in front of her. While Fancy Pants was one of the Society's most respected members his actions went against her. While she wasn't one to meddle in the affairs of a member and their slave the unicorn had proven incapable of taming a single mare with his light handed approach. "Let me just put in simple terms. Despite what you think Octavia is not ready to perform the ritual."

"What? Why not?" Fancy Pants asked. "She would be willing to do it for the sake of her friend. It's the same reasoning as with Miss Pommel and it worked for her."

Octavia looked to the floor. She really didn't want to go through the ritual, she had seen the results of it too many times. If it meant Vinyl's safety though she would do it, she had promised to do anything and she feared what would happen to her friend if she went back on her word. "He's right Lady Tourmaline. I'll do it."

Schorl shook her head. "I'm afraid it isn't that simple. The reason it worked for Coco is because she was actually a submissive, a natural one at that. My magic deals with taking a pony's personality and amplifying it. The dominant or submissive will of a pony is a large part of pony's personality and while a dominant can be turned into a submissive with extensive training you are still too willful a pony. Believe me, I can see it." For a moment Schorl's eyes lit up in a magical glow. "Quite literally in fact. If we were to try and do the ritual, to take a submissive will that isn't there the spell would fail, or worse it could try to leech your life force as a substitute and possible kill you. The risk is not worth it."

Fancy Pants' tone turned grim. "I see.... so we'll have to continue her training."

"Well that is the problem." Said Schorl. "We are reaching a point where I fear if she isn't sent back into the general populous soon her eventual return would bring up too many questions. We already have one pony who was willing to believe at a moment's notice that she was abducted. We either have to send her out now or keep her here and fake her death."

"My death?!" The last thing she wanted was to be trapped in the Society's walls for the rest of her life.

"Yes, there are enough dangerous creatures that live in Equestria that it would be easy to blame your disappearance on them." Schorl explained. "Something as easy as smashing your cello and putting it next to a swamp would be enough to stave off suspicion to our organization."

"Lady Tourmaline, I really don't think we need to go that far." Fancy Pants said, not wanting to keep Octavia imprisoned for more than necessary.

"And yet we cannot trust her to keep our secret if we let her go." Schorl replied.

Fancy Pants dwelled on the dilemma, trying to think of an answer. "What if I kept constant vigil on her. Stay by her side, lock her in a room at night, have my servants watch her to make sure that she doesn't try to escape or leave notes."

"That would be a start.... but then she could still just blurt out the Society's existence in a crowded area. I need to think of the safety of our members." Opening a drawer in the desk she pulled out a couple items, one being a pitch black crystal and the other being a decorative leather choker with a smaller black crystal in the center of it. She placed the choker before the stallion while keeping the crystal for herself. "And so I have."

Fancy Pants picked up the leather item, noticing quickly that the clasp on it had a sturdy looking lock. "What is this?"

"Aside for my magic over will I was taught long how to cast spells to manipulate crystal in certain ways. One way is to link two together to act as a window." Looking into the gem in her hand the crystal pony could see Fancy Pants in it from the point of view of the gem embedded in the neck piece. "With this I'll be able to keep an eye on things personally, watching and listening in to Octavia's every move. Should she decide to go rogue I'll be able to warn everypony and then initiate my backup plan."

Fancy Pants looked over the choker. He was not too enthused in having Schorl poke her nose in his private life via one of his servants, but he understood the reasoning and if it would allow him to take Octavia home he would accept it. "Well Octavia.... I will let you decide."

It was a hard decision. If she left she would be leaving Vinyl alone to suffer the same things that the earth mare had when she first arrived. Still there was nothing that she could do to help from inside these walls. Even if she was watched constantly it would still be possible to do something. "I'll wear it. I'll obey. As long as Vinyl stays safe."

"Very well. While her training is up to your master I will personally keep her from any undue suffering as long as you are a good girl." Schorl grabbed a key off her desk and went over to the mare. "But if you dare reveal our secrets I also promise that you will never see Vinyl ever again. As for you Fancy Pants..." She said as she removed the collar from Octavia. "You are responsible for her behavior. If she leaks knowledge of the Society don't expect anypony to come and save you and your wife."

"I understand Lady Tourmaline." Said the stallion, placing the choker around the earth pony's freshly exposed neck. Schorl assisted the unicorn, lifting Octavia's hair as he brought the clasp together, the neck piece hugging tightly. Once it was on properly Schorl used her key to lock the choker and assure that it would not be easily removed.

Octavia touched the new leather gripping her throat. In the end it was just another collar, just one that would be more socially acceptable. "It looks lovely on her." Fancy Pants commented, looking at the pretty piece of neckwear.

"I had Miss Suri make it. She has become quite the designer since Coco has submitted to her will. The girl is obviously her inspiration." Said Schorl. "But I had to of course put the enchantments on it myself. The viewing spell as well as this." Holding up the crystal in her hand the crystal mare made her horn glow, enveloping the stone in her magic.

"Ow!" Octavia yelped, feeling a small shock from the collar.

"Just a way to remind you that you're being watched if I feel you are slipping girl, as well as... well I think you can assume what will happen if you act up too much." She placed the stone down and leaned against the desk. "Aside from that this is an experimental method of returning a pony back to the public. There will be rules."

As the crystal mare listed off her rules and regulations for the earth pony's release Octavia found herself unable to pay attention to them. She was too busy thinking of ways to get past the problem she was now in. There had to be some way to get past the issues the choker presented. Hopefully, if she thought long enough, she would figure it out. Till then she just had to do what she had been doing all along, bide her time and wait for an opportunity to present itself.

Author's Note

Today's guest background character is Peachy Cream.

Guest OCs include Sweet Berry (owned by herself), Indigo Surprise (owned by himself), Violet (owned by Generic-Violet) and Grayson Graywing (Donated by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous).

So... Writing a slave auction. It was a bit more difficult than I thought it would be. I guess the real problem was finding similar, yet unique, ways of writing the same process of events. Slave comes out, slave gets show off and then slave gets bought. By the end of it I might of rushed it a bit, maybe could've had Fancy Pants and the unnamed stallion negotiate terms a bit more, but in the end the results are the same.

Now to talk a bit about something that is part of the story, had always been intended to be part of the story, but now that I actually wrote it I see that it was kind of a mistake, but is necessary to get the semi-ironic ending that will be in the epilogue.

That would be how Octavia is being allowed back into the public. Honestly the way that I wrote her, as a strong willed, intelligent pony, she would probably figure out some way to tell someone despite being locked in Fancy Pants' mansion under constant watch by him, Fleur, the help and possibly surveillance from Society members in the area. However it is not Octavia's destiny to be the reason the Society falls (if it does get destroyed).

Now while it would be possible that Octavia would think Vinyl's safety, as well as her own and the other ponies enslaved by the Society, outweighs all the potential victims of the Society (as she will in this story) it is probably more likely that she would make a B-line to the castle to inform the princesses. She could be stopped by the guards that were in the Society's pocket or simply some of the members, but that would just place her back in the Society's dungeon and I don't want her to be stuck there.

For now she is obeying in the hopes of finding a way to inform someone without alerting the Society and causing them to flee, which would cause many of the slave ponies to become lost. It is a bit ham handed, I'll admit, but I will also state that I am an amateur writer and I'm admitting my mistakes in hopes that I can learn from them and write better in futures chapters.

Now for those that are wanting to see a bit more of the ponies that can stop the villains of this story (still not telling if the ending will be good or not, but I like to keep up hope) I will be featuring a little bit of the forces that actually oppose and are trying to figure out the schemes of the Society in the Rarirty arc. I promise that before I go into the arc after that one you will have someone to root for, that is unless you are the type that want to see the Society succeed. Who knows, perhaps Octavia will have the opportunity to help them from inside her master's mansion.

Octavia Melody Epilogue

Octavia stared deeply into the eyes of a pony in front of her, trying to determine who this creatures was. She had heard once that the eyes were the window to the soul and if that was the case then the outward appearance of the pony did not match the pain and sorrow reflected within those two orbs. Her fine combed dark grey mane, her neatly groomed grey coat, the regal looking clothing that she wore, they said nothing about her compared to those purple eyes.

"Is something wrong Octavia?" Looking just over the pony's shoulder Octavia saw a black earth pony in a white maid's outfit approach the mare from behind. "You seem to be lost in thought. Do you see something in the mirror?"

Octavia twisted her body in her seat and looked directly at the maid. "It's nothing Onyx, just thinking about tonight."

"I hope you aren't having more rebellious thoughts." The black mare said, knowing full well what Octavia had been through before coming to Fancy Pants' mansion. "If you cause the master any trouble tonight I won't be hesitant to discipline you afterwards."

"You don't have to remind me." The grey mare said rubbing a bruise on her arm that was concealed the sleeve of her uniform. "You and your sister have expressed the point enough times already." During her time at the manor the other ponies serving Fancy Pants were quick to show her where she stood amongst their ranks. As a mare who hadn't gone through the crystal heart ritual, one who still retained her free will and thus was un-loyal to the master, the others under Fancy Pants' control took every opportunity to correct what they saw as poor behavior.

"Diligence, Practice, and constant reminders are the path to becoming a proper lady." Onyx stated in a matter of fact tone. "Perhaps if your mother had taught you proper etiquette and given you a few swacks with a soup ladle when you were a filly I wouldn't have to now."

Octavia held back a dirty look from the maid that was at least three years younger than her. That plus her acceptance of Fancy Pants
supposed "superiority" made the black mare's condescending words all the more bitter. "Can we not bring in each others' families? I mean I'm sure you come from a long line of mares whose sole purpose in life was being some rich bastard's bitches... but I'm not holding that against you."

"Why you..." Onyx lifted her arm, ready to backhand the other mare for her remark.

"Ah, ah, what would our master think if you bruised my face right before the recital?" The grey mare said with a smirk.

Thinking of what her master's reaction would be made Onyx stop just as she started her swing. The stallion's disapproval wasn't something she wanted. Not only because she didn't want to disappoint him, but with it came Fleur's wrath. For as kind and understanding a soul Fancy Pants was his wife was cruel and unforgiving.

"I'll never understand why the master sees you in such high regard." Hearing a knock at the door the black earth pony dropped her arm to her side and answered it. As both the mares had expected it was Fancy Pants on the other side, with him Fleur and a white earth pony mare Octavia knew as Onyx's twin sister Pearl.

Onyx grabbed the sides of her skirt and lifted them as she bent her knees, going into a curtsey. "Welcome master, welcome mistress." She greeted the pure white unicorns as they entered the room. "Octavia has been made presentable for your guests. Hair combed, coat cleaned, hooves polished to a mirror shine."

Fancy Pants gave Octavia a cursory inspection to make sure Onyx had done a good job, having learned recently about the other servant ponies' attitude towards his newest mare and how some had even taken to trying to sabotage her. More than once he had to give those involved a stern talking to. When he was certain everything was fine he took a step back. "You look beautiful."

"Save it." Said Octavia. "I don't need your compliments. We both know that I'm only complying because you're holding Vinyl hostage. If not for that I would be at the palace so fa-ow!" Octavia felt a sudden shock against her throat emanating from the black crystal in the choker she had on.

"Seems that Lady Tourmaline didn't appreciate your outburst." Fleur said, finding the earth mare's mild pain amusing.

"Fleur please..." Said Fancy Pants. "Miss Melody may be our property, but she is here under protest. As long as she is obedient I think she has the right to voice her grievances every now and then."

Octavia rubbed her throat, trying to sooth the pain she felt. Another reminder, not only to stop being defiant but that Schorl was watching. Despite how many guests were in the manor that night she couldn't try to alert any of them to the Society's presence without putting every pony they already had in jeopardy. With how organized they seemed during her stand in their headquarters she didn't want to gamble with the lives of others, even if it would grant her freedom. She had to bide her time, for the sake of all her friends that had been captured or brainwashed.

"Forget it." The grey mare said as she got out her her seat. "I'd rather not have your false sympathy. If you cared you wouldn't have put me through all this. Let's just get tonight's activities over with."

"Fine, come with me." Said the stallion. As Octavia headed for the door she passed by the white furred maid that Fancy Pants and Fleur came in with, catching the scent of pure sex. It seemed that the two unicorns had the earth mare entertain them with her body. If Octavia was to assume what happened she would guess that Fleur had touched and teased the maid to orgasm while Fancy Pants watched the act, for some reason the stallion never wanted to join in himself and saved his sexual pursuits for his wife in private.

The aroma made Octavia tremble a bit, as her own well trained libido sparked to life at the promise of sex. Her knees becoming weak she reached out for anything to catch her fall, receiving Fancy Pants' hand in assistance. "Are you ok?" He asked legitimately concerned, knowing what was wrong with the mare. "Have you been taking the medicine Lady Tourmaline provided?"

"I'm fine!" She said standing upright once more. "And I'm not taking those damn drugs. For all I know they're hypnotics."

"Lady Tourmaline said that they would help wean you off your sexual urges." Said Fancy Pants, unhappy with Octavia's refusal to take the medicine. "If she had something to make you easier to control she would've used it on you by now." Octavia didn't respond, simply leaving the room. She didn't want to argue, it wouldn't solve anything and would probably earn her another shock. Fleur and Fancy Pants followed right behind her, leaving the two maids to their own devices.

Octavia made her way to her master's private concert hall, where she would be playing that night, adjusting her posture and slowing down to allow the two unicorns to catch up with her. She had to keep up appearances, lest Fancy Pants punished Vinyl for her transactions. The stallion had only purchased her because Octavia said she would "take responsibility for her actions" so if she failed to do that by disobeying or making herself seem less than enthusiastic to be "working" for the unicorn in public it would be on her friend's head, or so she was threatened by Schorl. Whether Fancy Pants himself agreed with this didn't matter, the debacle Octavia had caused had put him on thin ice and thus he agreed to let Schorl have more control over Vinyl's training just to get the mare off his back for a while.

Soon the three ponies entered the concert hall, getting the attention of all the guests as they made their entrance. "Fillies and gentlecolts..." Fancy Pants announced to the guests sitting in wait for the recital to start. "Allow me to introduce in her debut in high society, Miss Octavia Melody." The crowd applauded for the grey mare trying her best to wear a smile. "Please try to play something a bit uplifting this time." He then whispered to Octavia, having noticed during her practice that she had taking to playing very angry or sad tunes.

The mare only replied with a nod and then headed up on stage to a folding chair and a cello case that awaited her. Getting into position and looking out to the crowd as she prepared her instrument she could spot several Society members among the guests, making it unclear to her how many of the ponies could also be members that she just hadn't met yet. Taking a deep breath she put her bow on the strings of her cello, readying herself for what would be her most prominent performance to date. After this every pony in Canterlot would be talking about the new mare who plays lovely music on Fancy Pants' behalf. It was everything that she had ever worked and strived for. Yet tainted as it was by the Society she couldn't help but hate the only thing she had ever wanted.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed the rest of the Octavia/Vinyl arc. Next week will be the start of the Rarity arc. Now to warn everyone I am going to mark this story here as complete and start the Rarity Arc in a fresh story page to get rid of cluttered chapters. Now if you wish to continue the story you can keep reading here.

Thank you everyone who has stuck with this for as far as it has gone so far. I appreciate all the up votes, favorites and comments so far. I have enjoyed writing this an I hope that can keep it enjoyable as we enter a new phase of the story.

Misery

"What do you mean you quit!?" Suri Polomare yelled at the top of her lungs. Coco Pommel flinched at how loud her former employer voice was, but she stood strong.

"You heard me." She retorted giving the angriest glare the meek pony could muster. "I am tired of being put down and yelled at, tired of having to work late to finish your dresses, tired of having to be mean and lie to ponies and most of all..." Coco stomped her hoof down. "I am tired of fetching your damn coffee!"

Suri was in shock and shook her head in disbelief. "B-But I have so many new designs that need to be made and I need to get more fabric and thread and I..... I..... you can't leave!" Suri dived to the floor in front of Coco and wrapped her arms around the mare's legs.

Coco slipped her grasp and turned to walk away. "I am not your slave Suri. You will just have to find someone else to do your dirty work."

For a moment tears welled up in Suri's eyes, but soon her sad expression turned to pure rage. "You can't do this!" She screamed as she struggled to get to her hooves. "I made you! I OWN YOU!" Suri's words fell on deaf ears as the door to the plaza shut, leaving Suri alone panting in rage.

"Excuse me." Suri heard as something touched her shoulder.

"What!" Suri snapped, but quickly retracted when she saw a high class looking stallion with a look of surprise on his face. "Sorry, excuse me." She rushed to wipe the tears of rage from her eyes. "I just had an emotional moment. I am Suri Polomare." She extend her hand to the stallion. "You must of been part of the audience today."

The earth pony stallion had light red pelt and a gorgeous short cut golden blonde mane wearing a business suit. With him was a shy looking pegasus mare with blue fur and a long, flowing grey mane, she was wearing a modest looking dress. "Indeed I was miss Polomare." The stallion took her hand into his and lifted it to his lips, planting a light kiss. "I am Golden Locks and this is my assistant Silver Tail."

Suri became a bit flustered at the charm of the pony and took her hand back. "Charmed, I'm sure. Wait, did you say Golden Locks? As in 'the' Golden Locks?! CEO of Manehattan Manes Magazine?! Oh my... what can I do for you?"

The stallion chuckled and reached into his lapel. "More like what can I do for you my dear. I noticed that you were having trouble with your assistant. Me and my assistant here use to have the same problem, isn't that right Silver?"

The mare looked to the floor with a somewhat sad expression on her face. "Y-yes sir." She said nervously.

"She is such a deer. Anyways eventually one of my peers approached me and gave me this." Golden Locks took his hand out of jacket and gave Suri what looked like a business card.

Suri took it in her hand. As she looked at the card she read the bold print aloud. "Equestria Trainers' Society? What is this?"

Golden Locks went to walk past Suri and stopped at her side. "If you want meet me in two days at the address on that card. Come alone and do not tell anyone about this. It is a very exclusive club, we don't want the riffraff to come and ruin the atmosphere." Golden Locks headed to the door a few steps before calling out. " Come Silver Tail."

"Oh.... yes sir, coming sir..." The pegasus called out as she walked quickly after the stallion. Suri looked at the card. She wasn't sure what had just happen, but if someone like Golden Locks was involved it would be foolish of her to miss out on such an opportunity.

Two days later Suri found herself at the address on the card. "This can't be right...." Suri was in a back alley holding a bag and looking at a set of steps she found. At the bottom of it was a metal door with a closed slot in it. Suri felt that she should just leave, but the prospect of getting Golden Locks, or even some other important pony that might be inside, as a client was too much to pass up. She took a deep breath and walked down the steps to the door. It took her a few more moments to try and work up the courage to knock, but just as she lifted her hand the slot slid open causing her to jump in shock.

A pair of eyes peered out from it and glared at her. "What do you want?" Said the pony behind the door.

Suri gulped audibly. "I was given this card." She said sliding it into the slot.

A few moments passed and she heard several locks come undone. A large pony who was obviously the bouncer greeted her. "Mister Locks said you might be here today. Come in and I will take you to him. Suri quickly steps in and the door closed behind her.

After the bouncer relatched the door he started to lead Suri through the halls of the club. The inside actually seemed nice. Pleasant music could be faintly heard as she walked down the well lit halls. The floor was covered in a blue carpet and the walls were lined in red velvet. As she walked she stopped as she noticed a large doorway that was left wide open. Peering inside she saw what looked to be a classy club and there were dozens of well dressed ponies inside. She could even see a stage and on it was another pony performing what looked like some sort of magic trick. She was tied up in some sort of device that bound her arms and legs and was wearing an elaborate and gaudy outfit with far too many sequins on it. She watched in awe as the mare struggled and a stallion came over to her. "He must be the magician." She thought as she watched transfixed on the event.

The stallion went behind the mare and placed his hands onto her hips. "No!" The mare cried out. "Please no! I'm sorry! I didn't-"

Her cries were cut short as the doors close, the bouncer now in Suri's gaze. "Members only lady. Now come on, you don't want to keep mister Locks waiting."

Suri reluctantly walked away from the door. "That couldn't of been what it looked like. It had to be an act or I didn't see it right. Yeah.... that's what it was...."

The two ponies eventually got to another door and the bouncer opened it. Suri was relieved to see Golden Locks inside, waiting in the next room sitting on a seat. It took a second for the stallion to notice the open door but as he did he quickly got up and walked to her. "Miss Polomare, glad to see you came." He said cheerfully as he came to shake her hand. "Come in, Come in."

The stallion lead her into the room and the door was closed behind them. "I am just glad I found the right place. Why meet in such an out of the way place? I am not even sure why I am here honestly. I brought samples and sketches of my designs in case you wanted to see them."

Golden Locks put his hand up in a dismissive gesture. "In due time, but first I want to introduce you to a very important pony. The owner of this club and leader of our organization." Golden Locks went to the other side of the room and opened another door to lead Suri into a new room.

This room was different from the rest of the club. The walls were made of a blue crystal with four marble columns and on the ceiling was a single white light that reflected off the crystal to illuminate the entire room. At the opposite side of the room Suri saw a large throne made of dark crystal with a large figure next to it. The Stallion nudged her. "Come along my dear and don't be scared." The two walked towards the throne and stopped about half a yard away. "I have brought the new potential member Lady Tourmaline."

Suri looked at the throne and before her eyes a form came seemingly straight out of the black crystal. She soon realized that the shape was a mare who simply sat up, her coat shimmered like gemstone and was a shade of dark purple that blended in easily to her seat. Her mane was long and dark blue and from it a shimmering horn poked out. The mare looked to the figure next to her, a large minotaur, and then peered at Suri. "You are Miss Suri?" The mare said in a sultry tone.

"Yes" Suri replied "Suri Polomare and you are?" Suri asked politely, a bit in awe of the dark pony.

The dark mare got up out of her seat and walked towards her. "I am Tourmaline, Schorl Tourmaline." The mare walked around Suri, inspecting her up and down. "You have poor posture." Said Schorl.

"Excuse me?" Suri said taken aback.

"You slouch ever so slightly, it lacks presence." The purple mare continued. "Pink fur, purple hair, it is obvious you come from a rural area, despite how you dress yourself up."

Schorl's words started to anger Suri and she was not going to stand for it. "Hey! I did not come here to be-"

The mare lightly put a finger to Suri's lips to cut her off. "Your eyes are a lovely shade of brown though and for that I am willing to give you a shot." Schorl turned her flank to Suri. "What is it you do Miss Suri."

Suri's mouth was agape in mild shock. At this point she wasn't sure if Schorl wanted her to work or was hitting on her. Regardless she was determined to keep this professional. "Well I am a clothing designer. In fact I have brought some of my designs with me." Suri opened her saddlebag and went for her design sheets but she was stopped as the sheets became surrounded in a magical aura she recognizes as a unicorn's way of moving an object.

The papers floated over in front of Schorl's hands and she flipped through them one by one. "Hmm..... these are very good Miss Suri." "Why thank you, I have worked ver-" "For designs you stole." Schorl turned and tossed the sheets to the sheets to the ground at Suri's hooves.

Suri rushed to pick them up. "How dare you! I made all of these designs myself." Suri had just about had enough of this pony and was about to leave.

Schorl smirked and said. "Oh I believe that you added your own little touches to the outfits but I know for a fact that these are only slightly modified designs from Prim Stitch."

Fear flowed over Suri's mind and she let out a gasp. "How do you know that? I mean, what makes you say that." She said stowing the sheets away in her bag. "After all Prim Stitch has been missing for weeks now and she didn't show anything like these at her last dress reveals." Suri sputtered out nervously as she tried to back herself to the door, but she backed right into Golden Locks.

"Suri, please." He said politely. "You are worried over nothing. If we wanted to turn you in we would not of set up this meeting."

Suri gave the stallion a gaze of fury. "So what is this, blackmail?"

Golden chuckled slightly. "My dear, what could you offer us that we would want. No, we are only concerned in having you as part of our organization and how we can mutually aid each other. Lady Tourmaline simply has high standards and a knack for letting her opinion be known."

Suri looked back to Schorl. "Then what is this all about?"

Schorl went to her throne and took a seat. "Golden, go get the test." Golden nodded and left the room.

"Test?" Suri said as she watched Golden leave.

"While you may or may not be a talented designer we do know something about you. You are the kind of pony who takes what she wants and knows that she is better then her current status. That kind of attitude is what we at the trainers' society like to see. That however is not all, you must be able to show your authority. To be able to assert yourself over those lesser then you." Said Schorl.

"What do you mean?" said Suri.

That moment the door opened once more allowing Golden Locks to enter the chamber, but this time he had company. A mare was brought in being lead by a pair of reins in Golden's hands that were attached to a bit gag in her mouth. Her moderate sized breasts and slit were completely exposed as she was brought in wearing nothing to cover her private areas, only a blindfold over her eyes, a metal collar around her neck, a set of shackles around her ankles and an arm sleeve that was keeping her arms behind her back. Each of the objects had several small, gold padlocks on it to assure they would not be removed.

Suri gasped aloud as the mare was paraded about her. "Sweet Celestia, Prim Stitch!"

While Suri had snuck into Prim's studio to steal her designs she had nothing to do with her disappearance and now it was pretty obvious who was. "We had tried to invite Prim to our little social group, but she straight out refused once we told her what it is we do."

Suri gulped as she heard Golden's nonchalant tone. "A-and what is that?"

"Well my dear we are a group who take ponies that are defiant against superior ponies such as ourselves and train them to be proper slaves." said Golden as he put a hand on the bound mare's breast, massaging it in his hand and inciting a low moan from her.

"So you brought me here to do the same to me?" said Suri, shaking on spot.

"No, no my dear Miss Polomare. Like I said I want you to join us. I saw how your ex-assistant left you and was defiant to your will and how you reacted. Obviously you are someone who has similar ideals as us. I mean you did say that you 'owned' her." Golden replied. Suri thought back. She had said that, but out of anger. It wasn't like she really meant it. "Well if you join us then we will help you to make that a reality, but if you want you can instead be like your associate here."

Suri knew that she only had two choices at the moment, either say she would join them or she would join Prim Stitch in bondage. "What do I have to do?"

Moments later Suri found herself in the room she was peeking into before. The room looked like a fancy club dining room with tables placed around it in patterns to make moving around them easier. There were also several stands against the walls for people to sit in. Suri however was currently on the stage where she saw the bound mare before, only this time she was up there with Prim tied down and bent over some sort of wooden device, her arms and legs tied to the legs of the device with leather straps that forced them to spread apart. There was also a small chain on the device that connected to the collar on her neck. Suri looked from the bound mare out to the tables. For the most part every table was full and she could see each pony clearly, even recognizing many as celebrities or influential ponies.

At one table was Photo Finish, who was sitting with a collared nude unicorn stallion with brown fur. Her hand was on his crotch and while Suri couldn't see it for sure the looks on the stallion's face told her that that his cock was being fondled. Sitting on the floor next to another table close to that one was another familiar face as she spotted Fleetfoot, a famous pegasus from the Wonderbolts. She was on her knees, sitting naked, gagged and collared on a pillow with some other female pegasus that Suri didn't recognize who had orange/blonde hair and light blue fur. The pegasus was leaning back in her seat maintaining a relaxed look at Suri as she twirled the end of a leash attached to Fleetfoot's collar in her hand. In fact most of the ponies at this point were keeping a close eye on Suri, especially Schorl who was sitting in the back with a seemingly unblinking gaze.

Golden Locks removed the blindfold from Prim Stitch and went over to Suri. "Ok, everything is ready." He said tossing the blindfold onto a table that had an assortment of tools that Suri would be using during her test. "As I said before all you have to do is give a good show to the crowd. Use any of the tools we have provided and teach this mare a lesson. If you do well then you will be part of us. Fail and well...." He slapped his hand down hard on Prim's flank, forcing a sharp yelp from the mare, receiving a small chuckle from the crowd. "I am sure you will do fine." He patted Suri's shoulder and went down to the table with Schorl to watch.

"Fillies and gentlecolts!" Suri flinched as a loud voice came over a speaker. "Put your hands together for Miss Suri Polomare on her debut exhibition." Those in the crowd who were not bound gave a light clap and the lights started to dim so that the crowd was obscured in darkness, though Suri could feel their watchful gazes on her.

"Ok Suri, you can do this." She thought to herself. "All I have to do is make them happy and then I can leave and tell someone what is going on here." She went over to the table and looked over the tools and found a wooden paddle with a heart shaped hole cut out of it. She picked it up and looked at Prim in the eyes. Her eyes seemed to give a defeated look, as if she knew what was about to happen and had simply resigned herself to this fate. "I have to give the crowd a good show." Suri thought and put the tip of the paddle under Prim's chin, using it to lift her head to look at her. "I can do this.... it is either her or me.... every pony for themselves."

Suri's expression changed to one made of cruel glee. "My dear Prim." She said aloud. "Do you know what is about to happen to you?" Prim nodded slightly. Suri smiled and then slid the paddle up the front of her muzzle and then quickly slapped it down on her snout. Prim cried into her bit gag and struggled in vain against her bonds, shaking the device she was attached to ever so slightly. Suri received a positive response from the crowd in the form of some slight laughter at the bound mare's expense. That made Suri relax a little and she continued. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you. You will have to be louder, m'kay?"

"Yhf! Yhf!" Primm yelled into her bit and nodded furiously. She only stopped when she felt the wood of the paddle touch the bottom of her chin once more.

As her head was forced to rise Suri bent over till the two were face to face. "Well then, let's get this show started." Prim's eyes went wide with fear as she stared directly into Suri's cruel smile.

Suri walked along Prim's side and ran the paddle down her back along her spine as she watched her tremble. She looked over Prim's yellow coat and spotted small marks along her body. It was clear that this was not her first time on stage. As she made it to her flank she used the paddle to lift Prim's purple tail, exposing her naked sex to the crowd. "You know Prim, you do have a nice body." Suri said as she licked her middle and index finger. "Such supple skin."

She stuck her fingers into Prim's slit, inciting a loud gasp from the helpless mare. "And a nice round rump." She said giving it a little lick as she worked her fingers in and out of Prim, causing her to buck against her bonds, her feminine fluids to start flowing from her slit. "Woah there girl." Suri said removing her fingers. "I don't think that our audience would like to see you cum before you have suffered enough for their amusement." Suri took hold of Prim's tail, lifted the paddle high up and then slammed it down onto her rump.

"Ahhh! Stuh!" Prim yelled into her bit gag as she reared her head up. Her breathing becoming heavy as her mind raced with pain.

Suri looked at the spot where she hit and saw the pink imprint of the paddle with a yellow heart in the center of it. Suri let out a slight giggle before catching herself. "Am I.... enjoying this?" She thought to herself and looked over the mare before her. She was Prim Stitch, one of her peers and rivals since she had gotten to Manehattan. At many times she was the one who had beaten her out in fashion shows and she was even the one who taught her how each pony was out for themselves in this city. Now she was helpless, completely at Suri's mercy and in front of a crowd of ponies who wanted her to cause the mare pain. Suri lifted the paddle once more and slapped it down on the other side of her rump, causing Prim to scream once more and get a few more cheers from the audience. She couldn't help but feel excitement.

Suri stepped back to the table and tossed the paddle back on it. Suri looked over the tools looking for something else to use on Prim. She stopped when she laid eyes on a simple sewing needle. "Do they want me to use this?" She thought as she picked it up. "They wouldn't have this here if they didn't want me to it wouldn't be here, right?" She walked back and crouched down behind her rear. Reaching up she spread her pussy apart and put the tip of the needle against the inner walls of her hole.

Prim felt the sharp point against her flesh and tried to move away from it in panic. "Hold still, else you might be poked by my needle." Said Suri as she moved the needle to the opposite side of her pussy and rubbed it's tip up and down against it. Prim was at her emotional limit and went into a full out panic, sobbing and flailing around as Suri did her best to torment her by keeping the needle from actually stabbing her, but keep it close enough for her to feel the metal inside her.

Suri always was good with a needle, despite not always being the most creative, and this performance was now getting much of the crowds' admiration. Suri herself couldn't deny the enjoyment she was getting from this as her victim's fear drenched mind reduced her to the state of an animal as she whinnied, sobbed and bucked like crazy. As much as she wanted it to continue she knew that the best thing was to always leave a crowd wanting more and with one final movement shoved the needle right though the mare's clitoris.

"A...a...a...aaa...aaa..." Prim's back arched back and her mouth and eyes went wide as her entire existence was now focused on one point. The sharp pain in one of her most sensitive spots was too much for her to bear and all at once her body released it in a explosion of juices from her convulsing pussy.

The audience clapped wildly and soon Golden Locks was back on stage, offering her a hand up. Suri took it and was brought to her hooves as two minotaurs came on stage and started to remove Prim from her binds so they could take her off the stage.

"Fillies and gentlecolts please stay seated for our next exhibition, Lightning Dust and her pet Fleetfoot, starting in 5 minutes." The speakers said as Suri was lead to the table that Schorl was sitting at. She was glad to see that even she had a slight smirk on her face and was lightly clapping her palm.

Suri took a seat between Golden and Schorl. A drink was set down in front of her by a pegasus mare in a maid uniform, a collar on her neck and a ball gag in her mouth. Suri smiled at the thought of the pony and then looked to Schorl. "I see you enjoyed yourself up there." The shimmering purple unicorn said. "I would hope that you have come to realize that this is where you belong."

Suri took a sip of her drink. "It was an experience, but isn't this-"

"Illegal?" Golden cut in. "Technically yes, but many of our members have power and connections. Then there are those like you who we believe will put on interesting shows."

Suri took another drink. "So what? You mean you want me as a performer?"

Golden nodded "Yes, but there are many perks that will come with it. For one we are going to allow you to have Prim make designs for you once she is fully tamed."

"Fully tamed?" Suri questioned.

Schorl wrapped her arms around Suri's neck and nibbled at her ear, exciting Suri even more. "Soon she will be a willing participant to our amusement. Once that happens we will have her make you more designs that will improve your business, it is the least we can do for a new tamer."

"Secondly" Golden continued. "You will be getting several new connections through the other members here. I am sure Miss Finish would love to have 'your' designs in her future photo shoots."

Suri did like the idea of that. She lifted her glass and moved it in her hand to stir the ice. "Anything else?"

Golden reached into his jacket and pulled out several photos."We will also get for you an assistant for your future performances."

"An assistant?" Suri replied confused.

"Well you can't keep borrowing my slaves to use in your shows." Schorl said as she removed her body from Suri's. "But don't worry, we have the perfect young mare to have you torment. Show her."

At Schorl's command Golden placed the photos on the table and Suri was surprised to see Coco in them. "We can get this one easily. After all you do own her, don't you Miss Polomare?" He said with a sinister smirk.

Suri took in Golden's words and thought for a moment until she started to hear lust filled moans coming from the stage. It was Fleetfoot, strapped to an X shaped rack, with the pegasus named Lightning Dust's muzzle buried into her crotch. She licked her lips and looked back to Golden. Clasping her hands together and resting her head on it as she returned the same evil grin. "Please Golden, call me Miss Suri."

Coco Arc Epilogue

"So now that we have tamed my pet what will happen to that disobedient bitch?" Said Suri as she followed Schorl out of the crystal chamber. "Oh, one moment." She stopped and tugged on a couple of leashes in her hand. "Come on, you need to pick up the pace."

"Yes mistress." Said Coco steeping out of the room behind the two mares, her hands shackled behind her back and the ends of the leashes clipped on her nipple rings. "I'm sorry, I will do better."

"Good girl." She said and quickly caught up with Schorl.

"Octavia's fate is up to her owner. I do not interfere with a member's methods of training their slaves." Said Schorl. "If I know him like I think I do then he will not punish her further for the escape attempt. He did make a promise to your pet. Then again that doesn't mean he won't put her through the paces. Back to step one for her and I expect to see her on stage soon. That, however, doesn't matter as far as it concerns you."

"What do you mean?" Suri replied.

"You have a job to do now that you have your 'assistant'." Schorl said pulling out a photograph from her gown. Handing it over to Suri she continued her explanation. "You are now at the level of recruiter. While you are free to bring in more slaves and continue performing on stage your main task now is to bring in new potential members. This is your first goal."

Suri took the photo. She quickly recognized the purple maned, white unicorn in it. She scowled at the image. "You can't be serious...." Her words only earn her a displeased look from Schorl. "Fine, it will be done Lady Tourmaline."

Author's Note

This marks the end of Coco Pommel's story arc. Thanks to everyone who read up to this point. The next chapter will start in the perspective of another pony who is already in the clutches of the society. If you have completed Coco's arc then please leave a comment on what you thought if you haven't commented before (or even if you have if you want :P)

Also I was having a little trouble coming up with names for some background characters and was wondering if anyone would like to have their OC join in the story as possible a slave or owner in future chapters. If people show interest I will make a form for how to submit the characters.

That aside please stay tuned for the next chapter: Fleeting Heart.

The Degrading Duet

Octavia stood up straight, another pony, an earth pony stallion, standing beside her. She was keeping close watch on a green unicorn who was likewise looking back to the two. The unicorn, who was wearing a maid's uniform, had been identified to her earlier as Sweet Mint and was know to be the handmaid of the head mistress of the Society. She seemed cheerful, which alone was enough to tell Octavia that something was wrong with her.

"Ok everypony, is there anypony who is not sure why they are here?" The green unicorn asked Octavia and her associate. Neither spoke up or raised a hand, they understood what this was about. Both of them were here to prepare for some time in the Society lounge. To their relief though it wasn't going to be spent on stage. Instead they were to act as servers as the members enjoyed themselves at the expense of some poor soul.

Seeing that everyone was up to speed Sweet Mint moved over to a table where several trays holding assorted drinks sat. "You will each be given a tray." She said lifting one up in her hands. "And you will go from table to table offering members one of these drinks. If you run out of things to serve you go through there to get more." The unicorn pointed to a bar over near the stage. "Aside from that just be polite and keep a pleasant demeanor."

"I have a question." Octavia said. "What if the members try to get touchy?"

"The rules of your use apply even as you work. If a member wants to touch you then they are allowed. If you weren't a type three then they could even screw you if they wanted." The stallion standing next to Octavia let out a slight whimper hearing this, apparently he didn't have the same protection the grey mare did. "If that is all I will take my leave. Don't make Lady Tourmaline regret granting you this privilege."

"Privilege", Octavia knew that when Mint said that she meant the privilege to serve. However the earth pony did see this as a sort of reward for different reasons. From the rumors she had heard amongst the slaves this was normally a job left to those who weren't getting much use and spent most of their time in the kennels. Since Schorl believed that all slaves should serve some sort of purpose, she devised a few jobs to keep them busy. Octavia however was a hot commodity in the Society, constantly being handed off from one pony to another.

After weeks of showing good behavior though Schorl found it fit to give her a comparatively relaxing day doing the work of a common waitress. Octavia happily accepted the reward, as not only would it keep her from being tortured for some time, the members most likely being too preoccupied with whatever depraved act would be showing, but it would hopefully give her the chance to learn more about Golden Touch.

Ever since Fleetfoot had mentioned that he might know of a way to escape she had been doing her best to get to him with poor results. She couldn't simply request time with the pegasus, as a slave she had no say on where she went or when, and the only information she could get about him was that he was a skilled masseuse and had been serving Schorl as a personal slave for some time. If anything the fact that he was someone close to Schorl added credence to the idea that he would know of a way out, but if that was the case why would he still be there unless he wanted to be there? If he was a trustee then she would have to figure out a way to coerce the information out of him, before that though she had to get to him and she had an idea of how to do it.

"The lounge is about to open for business soon." Sweet Mint said. "You have a few minutes before they get here and get seated. As soon as they take their seats make your rounds through the table. Aside from that I hope, for your sakes, that you do well tonight." Once she was done the green unicorn headed for the exit and the stallion went to the table to get his tray. At this moment Octavia decided to put her plan into motion.

Going right up to Mint she tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. "Excuse me, could I speak with you for a minute?"

Sweet Mint stopped just short of the door and looked back at the earth mare. "Is there something wrong? I thought the directions I gave you were very simple."

"No, they were fine. I just... you are a personal slave to Lady Tourmaline, right?" Octavia asked, a bit sheepishly.

"I am." Mint said with a certain level of pride in the statement. "But why do you ask? If you are wanting me to relay a message to her I have been told not to do that. She will speak with you when she feels she need to."

Octavia shook her head. "It isn't that. I was wondering if you knew Golden Touch."

"Golden Touch? Well he is a personal slave to the mistress like myself, but I fear he and I don't talk much. He is still in a transitional stage of his development." Said Mint.

"Transitional stage?" Octavia asked.

"Yes, that point where a slave is learning to obey, but still has a bit of reluctance in them. I feel that such a pony would be a bad influence on me so I chose not to talk to him." Mint replied, but then looked curiously at the grey mare. "Why do you ask about him?"

"Well.... I... uh... saw him when I first came here and I thought he was attractive. I was hoping that perhaps you could tell me a little about him, perhaps tell him a little about me...." Octavia did her best to seem like a mare with a crush to convince the unicorn maid that her intentions were purely a product of attraction.

The unicorn gave Octavia an odd look and then said to her. "A mare like yourself should be focused on serving their owner, not the daydreams of a filly."

"Well my owner isn't here and hasn't given me any orders to stay away from stallions. I figure as long as I follow the rules and keep away from fucking him everything should be fine." Octavia said, hoping the logic made some sort of sense to the unicorn.

"That is a dangerous way of thinking. If you're wrong you might pay the price for such an assumption." For a moment Octavia had thought she lost the mare, but then Mint said to her. "I will tell Golden Touch about your desires, but don't expect anything to come from it. Now go get to work, you have already delayed my schedule with this conversation."

"Thank you." Octavia said with a quick bow before heading back to the table with her tray on it. Now that her part of her plan had been done she just had to hope that Sweet Mint would do her end. If she told Golden Touch about this talk they had, it wasn't entirely unlikely that the stallion would try to get in touch with her somehow. Being that he was Schorl's slave he could have privileges that would allow him to set something up where they could meet, at least that was what Octavia hoped would happen. At the very least she prayed that Mint would tell her mistress and it would then intrigue the crystal pony to the point of scheduling some play time herself.

Not too long after the conversation Octavia found herself in the darkened interior of the lounge offering drink to any of the members who would accept them. As she went from table to table she heard the sounds of suffering coming from the stage and while she didn't want to acknowledge what was happening she couldn't ignore who it was that was on display.

Up on the platform for everyone to see was Fleetfoot. With her was her mistress Lightning Dust, who had the pegasus in a devious implement of torture. Spotlights shone down from above the athletic pony as she was bound with her wrists above her head. Latched onto her wings were several large weights, which made it hard for Fleetfoot to lift herself off the ground as she flapped the appendages as hard as she could. The reason she was in such a desperate struggle lay beneath her.

Directly underneath her hovering hooves was a rectangular metal container that was held up on four legs. Screwed into the legs underneath the container was a small metal tray and in the tray was a small controlled fire. The fire was heating up the contents of the box above it, which was plain water that was being brought to a boil. It was as simple as it was painful, should the pegasus stop her arduous attempts her hooves would fall into the hot liquid and her suffering would greatly increase. Octavia thought that this would be even worse for one such as Fleetfoot than it would be for her as she had heard in the past that pegasi that spent more time in the air than on the ground had sensitive hooves.

Octavia tried to take her mind off things by keeping her focus on her assigned job, turning her eyes away just as Lightning Dust swatted Fleetfoot's shoulder with a leather strap for using her arms to hoist herself up. The job itself was easy, just as Mint had explained. Members took drinks from her tray when she offered and in return she would get a pinch on her butt or even a short rubbing on her clitoris before being sent along her way. Her stallion coworker wasn't faring as well though, having been caught by a mare and was desperately trying to keep from dropping the drinks on tray as she stroked his erect cock. If he were to break the glasses and cause a mess it would not bode well for him.

Going over to another mare enjoying the show she froze for a moment when she noticed who it was. Sitting at the table, watching the two pegasi on stage, was Photo Finish. Almost anyone would have been able to recognize her since she was a famous fashion photographer for several big name magazines, as well as being a pony who started hundreds of modelling careers for both mares and stallions alike. Seeing her did not help Octavia's tainted view of the upper class. At this point she wouldn't have been surprised to see anyone here save for the princesses themselves.

Taking a deep breath she went up to the mare, bending over slightly as she brought the refreshments into Photo Finish's line of sight. "May I offer you a drink." She said lightly, hoping that the mare would be too wrapped up in watching Fleetfoot that she wouldn't pay her any mind.

This was not the case though and Photo Finish diverted her gaze from the stage to look the grey mare face to face. "Ah, Octavia.... I didn't know you vere a server. Seems you have learned your place at your master's hooves." The mare said taking a glass from the tray.

"You know me?" Octavia replied.

"Of course I know you. Zere isn't a member of the Society zat doesn't know you. Octavia Melody, newest of Fancy Pants' acquisition." Octavia's heart sunk finally hearing the name of the pony that had forced her to experience this awful ordeal. She had her assumptions from the moment that she had gotten here, but Fancy Pants was so nice to her that she just didn't want to believe. Now that it had been laid out right in front of her, and in such a casual way, it was a bit much for her. Placing the tray on the table quickly she braced herself to keep from falling to her knees.

"Ess somesink wrong? Upset stomach? Nausea?" Photo Finish said, displaying a bit of concern for the grey mare's well being.

"I'm fine... just a little shaken..." Octavia replied as the shock turned to hatred. She wanted revenge. She wanted to walk right up to Fancy Pants' home, kick in his door and drag him out by his bow tie for the whole of Canterlot to see. That would have to wait till another time, right now she had other ideas. It seemed that Photo Finish knew things about Octavia and, unlike Schorl, was willing to tell her. She had to take advantage of it if she could.

"Miss Finish..." She started, being very polite to the mare who seemingly took enjoyment from the pain of others. "Could you perhaps tell me why I am so well known? Is my master a ranking member here?" Octavia figured it would be good to know this since if he was one of the higher ups it would mean that he most likely knew all of the other members and Princess Celestia would surely want to know this when it came time for interrogations.

"Ah, Ah." Photo replied. "Its not your place to question your betters."

Octavia let groaned in frustration and picked her tray up from the table. "Sorry I wasted your time then." She said as she went to go off to another table. She didn't get but one step away before she felt a tug on her tail.

"Not so fast. Just because you shouldn't be asking questions doesn't mean I von't answer them." Photo Finish said, sipping from her drink with one hand while gripping Octavia's tail tightly in the other. "But it ess going to cost you."

The grey mare took a step back, intrigued by the fashion pony's offer. She was assured that what she wanted in return wasn't going to be pleasant, but it might be worth it if she got more information on the Society. "What do you want me to do.... ma'am."

Photo Finish tapped her fingers along one of the corners of the table. "Pleasure yourself."

The grey mare was confused by what seemed to her like such a simply request. "You just want me to touch myself?"

"I vant to see the expressions your face makes ven you reach climax, my dear." Octavia reached down in between her legs, only to have Photo Finish raise her own hand to stop her. "No, no, that von't do. You need to pick up on ven you're given subtle commands. It will be imperative if you are going to be a servant to a pony like Fancy Pants."

For a moment Octavia didn't know what she meant, but then she saw Photo Finish increase the speed of her finger tapping. "You want me to rub against the table corner." The fashion pony gave her a big grin in reply to show that the grey mare had guessed correctly. Not wasting anytime Octavia placed the tray back on the table and got herself in place, putting her hands on the table and pressing the lips of her pussy against the sharp edge.

She lifted her body up by going to the tips of her hooves. The motion brushed her soft mound against the hard corner of the table. She couldn't deny that it felt good, her training in the Society having made her privates sensitive. Letting herself down back flat on the floor the edge ran upwards, touching her clit once she stopped. Octavia repeated this motion again and again, closing her eyes as she took in the feeling. After so long of resisting masturbation the act satisfied her to no end.

Octavia was so elated by it that her mind started to go to a blank, her raw desire only allowing her to perceive the intense sense of lust. She didn't even notice that she was shaking the table to the point that the glasses on her tray where starting to shake with it, or that she was letting out loud moans or even that a lovely shade of red was beginning to show itself in her face. It was just her and the piece of wood. The one thing that broke this was a command ushered to her by Photo Finish. "Open your eyes, my dear, and look towards the stage." Not even thinking she obeyed the request.

No.... not a request, a command. She was compelled to do what she was told and doing so brought another delight to her aroused mind. It seemed that Fleetfoot had met Lightning Dust's expectations and the boiling water had been removed from underneath her. She was now dangling off of the ground by her wrists, still about a foot off the ground. Her mistress crouched directly underneath her, forcing the mare's legs apart as she tilted her head straight up with her muzzle pushed into Fleetfoot's slit.

The blue mare gave out lewd screams as the other pegasi lovingly licked the inner walls of her vagina. This was what she had earned for her suffering, a moment of public humiliation courtesy of Lightning Dust's tongue. Her wings were at full spread, despite having the weights still attached to them. This embarrassing and involuntary action confirmed that Fleetfoot, in some form, was enjoying the treatment. Perhaps that she even desired it at some subconscious level. In a twisted sense it even helped to justify the actions of the Society as the reluctant pony athlete would've never experienced this kind of pleasure without them forcing her into it.

The pegasus' cries became louder as Lightning Dust reached behind her and slid a couple of fingers inside of her anus. Octavia could see that Fleetfoot was being driven wild through the stimulation, but she was likewise being turned on by the scene being played out before her. The grey mare's trusts against the table edge became increasingly faster and harder until she was actively fucking the piece of furniture to the point that the drinks she had place on it had long since feel to the floor. She let out howls of lust, calling out to the pegasus on stage. For a second the two's eyes met and a moment was shared between the two mares. It was quickly broken though when inevitability finally hit the two and they came almost simultaneously.

Octavia didn't just cum however, she gushed. The amount of juices that shot out from her could have been compared to a small waterfall, she had been holding back for some time. Her knees went weak from the overwhelming pleasure filled her to the core and only laying herself on the table kept her from hitting the floor. She was spent, making hard gasps for air in between her exasperated pants.

Photo Finish, having gotten what she wanted, got up from her seat and headed to the lounge's exit. "W-w-wait!" Octavia yelled to her, still staggered. "Y.... you said!"

"I know vat I said you stupid girl, but a mare such as myself owes a whore like you nothing." With that Photo Finish flicked her tail dismissively at the grey mare and left the room.

Octavia laid against the tabletop stunned. She felt used and dirty, not only because of how easily that she was tricked but because she honestly wasn't sure if she enjoyed it. She certainly hated having to do all that and not get what was promised to her, but even now it felt so good. The conflicted feelings caused tears to well up in the earth mare's eyes and drip down on a menu that was sitting on the table.

"Wait..." Octavia managed to think though her distress, "The lounge doesn't serve food... and drinks aren't ordered this way... what is this?" Octavia opened the menu and saw the images of several ponies inside, including familiar ones such as Fleetfoot, Coco and even one for herself. Next to it was a slew of information such as her name, occupation, gender, age, blood type, her owner, what level of slave she was and the fact that she was "unwilling". It dawned on the mare that this menu was here so members could rent slaves who were available for use.

What really struck a nerve with her was the last part of her information. Listed there was the cost of her service, 500 bits. The amount was incredible, being that it was more than the mare made in a month. She wondered if the money went to Schorl Tourmaline to help pay for maintaining the club's services or if it went directly to Fancy Pants. Either way someone was making a lot of money off of her abuse. Even worse was that she realized the real intention of what Photo Finish did to her, getting Octavia to perform for her for free.

This string of thought was interrupted by a sudden loud "Thud" and a surge of pain that oriented from her pussy entered her mind. "AaaauuUUaaggghhh!" She moaned out as her afterglow was replaced. Taking a look behind her she saw a minotaur holding a nightstick in his hands, the tip of it covered in her cum. It was more than enough to tell her that she was in trouble.

"Look at this mess!" The minotaur yelled at her, causing Octavia to flinch. Using the nightstick he pointed at the floor around the table. When the mare poked her head over the edge she saw what he meant as it was covered in her fluids and spilled drinks. "You're going to clean that up right now, unless you want to be the next one on stage."

Octavia groaned, seeing no rag or mop she had an idea what he was implying. Slowly removing her body from the table she lowered herself to the floor. Looking up to the minotaur his stern glare told her she was in the right direction. She let out her tongue and lapped up a little of her own cum. It tasted a bit bitter, but nothing she couldn't stomach.

Keeping one eye on the minotaur to make sure he wasn't about to issue more punishment she continued her work until she reached the spilled liquor. It was pretty strong, but it was mixed with something sweet. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to partake in the substance, but it didn't matter to her. After all this time she could use something to take the edge off.

"Look Fleetfuck, the slave made a little mess." Octavia heard as Lightning Dust walked over to her, just getting off of the stage. Fleetfoot was right behind her crawling on her hands and knees, attached to a leash in her owner's hands. "A mess this big though, I don't think she'll be able to clean it all herself. How about we help her out."

"Yes mistress..." Fleetfoot answered before going right next to the grey earth pony to join in the cleanup effort. Looking at the blue pegasus closely she could see a few light bruises over her body that were obviously not gained from the performance. It was always one of the problems that she had being around other slave ponies. Comparatively she had it easy and it always made her feel bad seeing those worse off than she was.

Lightning Dust gave the minotaur a smirk. "I hope you don't mind if she helps clean up."

The minotaur watched the two slaves put forth their best efforts to clear the floor of their fluids on it "As long as it gets clean I could care less." He said, turning his back to the group so he could return to his post.

It took some time before the two mares could get up every drop and by the time they were done they both have a bad taste in their mouths that would take hours to fade away and sore jaws from having opened them so many times during the process. Having finished and not been given any other orders the two sat side by side and exchanged glances as their exhausted tongues hung limply. Octavia wanted to ask Fleetfoot about the incident that had happened in the shower and if she still had the screw. She said she would hold onto for what seemed like such a long time by now. With Lightning standing over the two as she was though, there was no way she could do so without exposing their secret.

The two sat for a moment, unsure of what to do, before eventually looking to Lightning Dust since she would the closest pony with any authority. The pegasus let out a sigh and grabbed Fleetfoot by her mane, yanking on it with a powerful tug. "Now Fleetfuck, don't be so rude. The mare was kind enough to share her treat with you. Show her how grateful you are."

"Yes mistress! I'm sorry mistress!" Hearing pegasus mare's apology Lightning let go of her. Once released Fleetfoot turned back to Octavia and went in close, planting a kiss on the grey mare's lips before slipping her tongue into her unsuspecting muzzle. Despite being caught off guard Octavia didn't resist, to do so would only bring Fleetfoot more pain. Instead she went with it, returning the kiss and rolling her own tongue around the pegasus' as she wrapped her arms around Fleetfoot's body. Lightning took a seat and watched as the two slaves went from kissing and caressing one another to rubbing their bodies against each other. It seemed as if Octavia was going to be giving another free show that day.

Octavia pushed Fleetfoot on her back before cupping the blue mare's breast gently. Hearing the pegasus let out a few moans and whimpers the earth pony took this opportunity to get close to her ear, nibbling on it a bit. "Fleetfoot... that screw....is it on you right now?" She whispered, using Fleetfoot's noises to cover her words.

"Wings..." Fleetfoot said aloud in one of her lust filled groans. Octavia, not wanting to raise suspicion, worked her way down Fleetfoot's neck and to her wing, where she had seen the pegasus place it before hoping she kept it in the same spot. Eventually she got down to the feathers and searched through them in a way that made it look like she was preening the pegasus, even removing some of the loose feathers that got in he way. She knew that pegasus feathers, like bird feathers, couldn't feel anything and thus wouldn't help Fleetfoot towards her climax, but Lightning Dust didn't know that the earth pony knew that and as she had hoped the dominate pegasus just let her go at it.

She continued her treatment of the feathers until she finally felt something hard touch her lips. It was the the screw. Taking the item into her mouth she placed it uncomfortably under her tongue where she felt she could conceal it till she found a good place to keep it, which would be difficult. If she could she would've just left it with Fleetfoot, but after seeing her bruises she could tell that if she did it would just be a matter of time before she would be caught and she would be back at square one.

With the screw now secured in her mouth Octavia felt that it was time to finish this. Removing her hand from Fleetfoot's breast she turned her body around on top of the mare, placing her face in between Fleetfoot's legs and the blue pegasus' face in between her own. Opening her mouth one last time she wrapped her lips around the hood of pegasus' clitoris, sucking on the nub as hard as she could. Fleetfoot was about to return the gesture in kind, but all the stimulation from before combined with the sudden jolt of pleasure sent her over the edge and made her entire body convulse in orgasm.

Lightning Dust, seeing that her pet had came, used her hoof to harshly push Octavia off the mare. "Ok Fleetfuck, it's time to leave. We've already spent too much time here and Lady Tourmaline is expecting us about now. Said she had something planned for you. I wonder what surprises she's cooked up.

Fleetfoot was only given a moments to recover before Octavia saw Lightning Dust tug a few times on the leash in her hand, prompting the pegasus to get on her hands and knees. The grey mare watched with pity as the athletic pony was lead out of the lounge. Whatever Schorl had planned for her couldn't be good and she had already been through so much. Then again the same could be said about most slave ponies and Octavia thought that even if they managed to ever leave the Society there was a good chance that many would carry psychological trauma for the rest of their lives.

But that was something to worry about another time. Right now she had to spend the rest of her time serving members drinks while doing her best to not swallow the concealed piece of metal she had on her person. Grabbing her tray off the floor she headed over to the bar. She really didn't know how long she was scheduled to work, but she could tell that this was going to be a long day.

Moving to a Different Beat: Part 1

Vinyl Scratch turned the laminated card in her hand around again and again, scrutinizing every detail on it. It had been a some time since she had met Gadwall and they had relocated themselves to a hotel. Since then the unicorn had been trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

As the gryphon had explained to the white mare, he was an agent sent to Equestria from the nation of Aeros, a far away land across the ocean where the gryphons ruled. She had heard the name before when she went to school as a filly, part of Equestrian history was the treaty with the gryphon race, but aside from that she didn't really know much about the place. When it came down to it she could only take Gadwall's word that he was some sort of secret agent. The only reason she was scanning his identification with such intensity was to see if there was something glaringly wrong with it.

However the card seemed very legitimate, having fancy gold trim and a symbol stamped on it that she could only assume was the Aeros royal insignia. Try as she might though she couldn't see anything wrong with it. Giving up the unicorn handed the card back to the male gryphon. "Do you believe me now, Miss Scratch?" Gadwall politely asked.

"Yeah, I believe ya." The mare replied. "It's just Vinyl by the way. So what exactly is this 'protective custody' all about?"

"Didn't you read that letter I sent you?" Gadwall asked the unicorn.

Vinyl pulled the letter out of her pocket and unfolded it right in front of the gryphon. "I read it alright, but all I got from it is that there is some group possibly after me and that my friend is involved. I want details now or I'm walking."

Gadwall shook his head at the mare's threat to leave. "I'm afraid you don't understand what protective custody means. I have been assigned by the sovereign queen of Aeros to keep you safe no matter what, even if it is against your will." Vinyl got up from the bed she was sitting on and rolled up her sleeves. The gryphon seemed pretty fit for a male of his race, but Vinyl had been in her fair share of brawls and didn't think for a second that she couldn't take Gadwall if she had to. "Wait." The gryphon said putting up his hands, more so he wouldn't have to hurt the mare by defending himself than worrying about his own safety. "Just because I said you can't leave doesn't mean I won't explain what is happening."

Hearing Gadwall say he would tell her what was going on Vinyl settled down a bit, but still didn't like the idea of being held against her will. She really wasn't one to do what those in authority wanted her to do. "Ok, I'm listening."

The gryphon took a deep breath and thought for a moment of where he should start. There was a lot of information to tell the unicorn mare and he wasn't sure how much he should really say. "I think to start, I should tell you that we believe that the girl you were with earlier is part of the group that I spoke of in that letter."

"You mean that Gilda girl?" Vinyl commented, trying to make sure she understood what he meant.

"Yes." Gadwall continued "The fact that she knows of Satine almost proves that she is somehow involved. To elaborate, Satine is a gryphon who has a criminal record a mile long, including the capture and trafficking of ponies."

Vinyl's eyes instantly went wide as she heard what Gadwall said. Even up to this point she never thought that it was something so serious. "And you're telling me that Octavia is with this woman?!" Vinyl yelled as she rushed Gadwall, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Where is she?! What are they doing with her?! Why don't the guards know about this?!" The mare shot question after question at the gryphon, getting a few good shakes in.

"Calm down!" Gadwall yelled back before taking a hold of Vinyl's wrist. Pressing one of his talons down on a pressure point the male gryphon forced the mare to release him and before she could react twisted her arm around her back. "I promise you that we're doing everything in our power to help your friend, but things like this take time."

The mare struggled against Gadwall's firm grip, unwilling to settle herself. He was stronger than she had assumed, but she still had the advantage of being a unicorn. With a quick shimmer of her horn she grabbed a small picture hanging from the hotel wall and in her current state of anger chucked it in the direction of the gryphon holding her. Gadwall ducked as he saw the projectile, narrowly dodging it. He quickly realized that had to de-escalate the situation and pulled Vinyl to the bed, forcing her onto it so that she was laying face down. Then grabbing a pillow off the mattress he put it over the mare's head in an attempt to stop her from continuing to toss items at him from across the room, knowing that most common unicorns could only grab things with their magic that they had in their line of sight.

For roughly a minute the two were locked in this position, the white mare doing her best to escape while the gryphon put all his effort into making sure she didn't. Eventually Vinyl stopped though, and as she did Gadwall removed the cushion he used to blind the mare. Once it was out of the way he could see that Vinyl's glassed had been knocked off and she had a very disgruntled look in her eyes, but even though she was still upset, she didn't try to fight him.

"Are we done?" Gadwall said, slightly exhausted from restraining the girl.

Vinyl glared straight ahead of her, not even looking at the male gryphon. "Yeah, we're done."

"Well then..." Gadwall released the mare and sat on the bed, allowing her to sit up right herself before deciding to go on with his explanation. "As I was saying, we are wor- OW!" The gryphon grabbed his shoulder as a blunt pain entered his thoughts. Looking right beside him he saw Vinyl rubbing her knuckles before shaking out her hand to alleviate the pain she received from punching him.

"You jerk." Said Vinyl. "You nearly pulled my arm out of it's socket. Gonna be sore for days."

As Vinyl rubbed her shoulder, Gadwall found himself mimicking the action, grumbling as he did. "Let me get to the point. Yes, we believe that Octavia might be in the clutches of Satine along with many other ponies. While the Aeros Secret Service is doing its own separate investigation, we aren't keeping Equestria out of the loop. Our queen has informed your princess of the matter, and I am sure she has sent somepony to look into it."

"Then why is it that I'm here with you instead of with one of the palace guards?" Vinyl questioned the gryphon.

"You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the fact that our intel said that you are next target of 'The Society'." Gadwall replied.

"The Society huh. That's a pretty dumb name." Said Vinyl, completely unimpressed.

"The name doesn't matter. What does is what we have heard about them. It isn't just a matter of them just enslaving ponies for physical labor." Gadwall said, his voice gaining a grim tone. "If we are to believe the rumors, then this group is using extreme methods to break the wills of the ponies they have so they become willing slaves, serving the group both physically and sexually." Vinyl didn't want to think about what the gryphon was implying. The idea of Octavia being forced to fuck some stallion or gryphon against her will was terrible. She was glad when the door to the room came open and distracted her from the images that were forming in her head.

A young looking female gryphon walking into the bedroom. It was Gadwall's assistant, the one who had lured Gilda away from Vinyl earlier. "Ah, Alula." Gadwall greeted the girl. "I see you didn't have any trouble getting away from the suspect."

Alula nodded. "She wasn't very smart. She didn't question me even once and even let slip some information about a meeting the Society where going to have right here in Canterlot."

"Excellent." Gadwall said, obviously happy with the results his assistant had made. "What did she say?"

The gryphon girl closed the door behind her before relaying the rest of what she had heard. "She said that a whole bunch of them would be holding some sort of party at a restaurant in week's time. A real fancy one."

"Well that's great!" Vinyl interjected. "You know where they are going to be now. You can go tell the guards and go round them up."

"I'm afraid it's still not that easy." Said Gadwall. "We can't just go in there and grab everypony if we aren't sure that their leader isn't there as well. Acting too soon can cause more bad than good."

"What in Equestria are you talking about? Just go in there and knock some heads around." Vinyl said, not very happy with the male gryphon's response.

"Please, Miss Scratch, try to understand." Alula said, slipping herself in between the two on the bed. "What Gadwall means to say is that if we go in and fail to catch the ringleader, then we'll alert them to our presence. That could make them panic and go into hiding, possible taking the ponies they have captive with them. If that happens then there is no telling how long it will be till we find them again."

Gadwall put a hand on the gryphon girl's shoulder. "Very good Alula. I couldn't of said it better myself." He looked past his assistant to Vinyl. "Now do you see what we mean?"

Vinyl didn't want to admit it but what the gryphons said made sense. It didn't matter how many of this group they caught if they couldn't save every one of their victims, especially if one of the ones they got away with was Octavia. She was going to have to just settle down and think rationally about this. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she did her best to revert to her usual relaxed demeanor. "Ok... ok. So then what is your plan."

Happy to see the white unicorn become a little more compliant he was glad to share what he had in mind. "Well firstly we won't be able to do much until the day of the party. Mostly me and Alula will be doing a bit of reconnaissance on the location and will be pulling some strings to see if we can't get in somehow. Once that is done, we'll go there on the night of party and see if we can learn of where their headquarters is by asking the guests, or if we are lucky, the pony in charge could even be at the event. Depending on how many guests there are there they might not take notice if there are a few extra people there."

The plan was pretty sound. The only thing that bothered the unicorn mare was that waiting for a week would mean that Octavia would be at the mercy of the Society for that much longer. It was the best she could ask for though. "So what's my part in all this? Do I help with scoping out this place or maybe I could...." A talon pressed against Vinyl's lips, silencing her.

"Your part is staying here and keeping yourself safe." Said Gadwall "Me and Alula will handle all this. Meanwhile you can help yourself to the comforts of our hotel room and get room service on my account."

Grabbing Gadwall's claw the mare moved it away from her muzzle. "No way, you can't just ditch me here. I want to help." Vinyl knew that she could be of help if they would let her. She was far from helpless. While Gadwall was able to overpower her earlier she felt it was more because of her being too mad to focus on what he was doing. Plus she had an advantage that neither her or his assistant had; magic. Even basic spells could be a major help in getting things done or causing a distraction..

"You can help by being a good girl and letting the professionals handle this." Gadwall was adamant about the unicorn not getting involved. He knew that if she acted rashly or brought too much attention to herself it could completely ruin his plans. It was best if she stayed out of sight. "Now, we can do this the easy way...." Reaching into his pocket the gryphon pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Or the hard way."

"You wouldn't dare." Vinyl said coldly

"I don't want to, but if you want to cause problems for me then I'll have no other choice." In a show of good faith he set the cuffs on a dresser near the door. "I trust you'll make the right decision."

Vinyl really didn't like this. The idea of being cooped up in an apartment for an entire week. Even back in Ponyville she never used the place she and Octavia rented for more than a place to crash and keep her things. Even if she didn't mind sitting around for days on end, there was still the matter that what was going on with her roommate would cause her no end of worry. To put it frankly it was going to be the longest week of her life.

"Grah!" The unicorn let out an anguished groan and threw herself backwards onto the bed. Even if she just snuck out when the two gryphons left there was still two big issues, she didn't know which restaurant they were talking about and they were the only ones with information about her friend. There was no way she could help independently and without the gryphons to update her she would just worry more. She had to stay, if only for her own sanity. "I am going to charge the fuck out of your credit card. Starting with dinner."

Gadwall couldn't help but laugh at her small act of defiance. "You have whatever you want, spare no expense." The gryphon had experience with girls like this one, girls that had strong wills and didn't take well to being told what to do. Aeros was full of "Vinyls". There was always a way to reach them though, no matter how rough they were around the edges, and food seemed to be one of the ways through their defenses. "And while you do that me and Alula will get started." Going to the door he opened it and let his assistant walk out in front of him. "Don't worry. This will all be over before you know it."

With those final words Gadwall shut the door behind him, leaving the mare to herself. With the two gryphons gone Vinyl grabbed the cushion that Gadwall used on her earlier and shoved it in front of her face. Screaming and cursing as loudly as she could manage she let out all of her frustrations.

A week passed by and as Vinyl had expected she was bored out of her skull. By the end of the second day she demanded that Gadwall get her a deck of cards the pass the time. By the fourth she had used them to make a card tower several feet tall. When the night of the party came she was going stir crazy and was ready to get outside, no matter how she did it.

"Absolutely not!" Gadwall said to the white mare.

"Come on, nopony is going to come after me. They are going to be too preoccupied with that damned party of theirs. I'll just go someplace public." Vinyl felt that she was being really reasonable. It wasn't like the Society would make a move someplace where other ponies would see them.

Gadwall thought otherwise though. "We were lucky the first time that you were only caught by one of their grunts. All it would take is for one of their higher ups to spot you and follow you back here, and not only would you be endangered, but so will our entire operation."

Vinyl was about to tell the gryphon off, having had enough about how it seemed that he only saw her as a burden, but she was stopped by the return of Alula who had been out picking up some supplies for that night. She didn't look too happy though. In fact there was a bit of fear showing on her face and she was panting like she had been running. Gadwall was the first to speak, wonder what was wrong. "Alula, did something happen?"

"That girl... Gilda. She saw me out in the city and she recognized me from before." The gryphon girl said, putting a bag on a coffee table in the living room of the hotel before taking a seat. "This time however, she confronted me saying that she knew that I wasn't part of the Society. Luckily I was in a crowded area and when I yelled she let me go in surprise."

The male gryphon didn't seem very happy about this news. "Did she follow you here?"

Alula shook her head. "I took an indirect pattern back here. I don't think that she followed me for too long."

Hearing what she had to say, Gadwall brought a talon to his beak and thought about the situation. "This still changes things. I can't take you to the party with me now. If that girl shows up you'll blow my cover. I'll have to go it alone."

"Awww.... but I picked out the perfect dress for a disguise." Reaching into the bag the she brought in with her Alula pulled out a red party dress.

"Wait a moment." Said Vinyl. "All this time of telling me that I'm going to get caught if I go out and when she is the one who get found out you just brush it off like it's nothing? What the heck?!" The unicorn wasn't really upset at Alula. Over time she had kinda come to learn that most of her actions were at the behest of Gadwall so when she was used to lure Gilda away it was at his order. In a sense the male gryphon had caused this to happen.

"I stand by my decision to have you stay here." Gadwall replied. "In a way it is better that we found out that this would happen now then later. If she was found out at the party itself then we might not have made it out."

Vinyl didn't like his answer though as it seemed to her that he was just sidestepping the question. "Well you must've needed Alula there for some reason. What was she going to do before this happened?"

The unicorn mare thought that the gryphon was going to just dismiss her questions again, but this time he was a lot more forthcoming. "Well she was going to accompany as my escort as during social functions like this it does bring up a level of attention to go alone. Once I established myself there I was going to send her off under the pretense of getting refreshments so she could try and find something that would lead us to where the Society might be holding the ponies they enslaved. During that time I would mingle and see if I could get a member with loose lips to divulge the location. Doing it that way would've allowed for better odds of getting the information we were after."

"And now you just want to take on all that by yourself. You're going to need help. Take me. I can do this just as well as she can." Said Vinyl before turning her gaze to Alula. "No offense."

"You can't come with me." Gadwall said reinforcing his stance on the subject. "They would notice you immediately and even if they didn't know you were a target you would stick out like a sore thumb amongst all those upper class ponies."

"Oh for fuck's sake..." She didn't finish her thoughts, instead going over to Alula and snatching the red dress out of her talons. Without saying a word she took off her tinted glasses, tossing them onto the coffee table before going back to the bedroom area and slamming the door shut. The two gryphons eyed the door in confusion, wondering what the white mare was up to. Before long Gadwall found himself going up to the door, curiosity getting the better of him.

At first he tried the direct approach, grabbing the handle and turning it. The knob wouldn't move though, the door being locked. "Vinyl..." He said knocking a few times. "Look, I'm sorry but you and I both know that I'm telling the truth. A pony like you could never blend in with-" The door suddenly flew open and the male gryphon was stunned by what he saw.

Before him was Vinyl, but not the Vinyl that he had come to know over the last week. The mare had removed her normal punk attire, and in its place she had put on the red dress. Now that he saw it on someone, he could see that it had a low cut neckline that showed off a bit of the mare's cleavage. Attached to the top part of the front was a small strap that went around her neck to hold it up. Going around her he noticed that the outfit was backless, covering nothing until it reached her hips. If Alula or a pegasus was wearing the dress this would've allowed their wings room to be free, but it still had its charm on the body of a unicorn. Trailing down to her waist the last thing he noticed was the slits on either side of the dress' long skirt that revealed her legs and and the lowest part of her rear, keeping her cutie mark out of sight.

While the dress alone made the mare look radiant, Vinyl didn't stop there. While in the room she had taken the time to comb her mane and tail, straightening them out from their normal messy style. Along with having her glasses off her normally hidden magenta eyes made her look like a completely different mare. "Hey Alula, you got any lipstick?" The gryphon girl looked into the bag the dress was in before and pulled out a small tube of the desired makeup. Taking it from the girl Vinyl opened it before applying it on her lips, turning them a lovely color of red. "So, what do you think?" She said to Gadwall, turning around a few times.

"W-well... you do look... rather brilliant." Gadwall replied, hardly able to contain his feelings. The mare had cleaned up very well and the extreme transformation from punk to prim was so unexpected that the surprise of it unexpectedly excited the gryphon. Realizing that he was forming an uncomfortable erection in his pants he turned away to conceal it.

Vinyl snickered, the gryphon's actions only made what was happening to him more known to her. "So, I take it I pass for one of those snooty looking snobs. Think I can go now?"

Gadwall couldn't deny that the unicorn had proven her ability to not only class herself up, but come up with the perfect disguise for herself as well. Perhaps he could take her with him. Besides if she was willing to go to this extent to convince him, odds were he couldn't make her stay any longer and having her next to him would be less of a risk than allowing her to go out alone. "Fine, you win. You can come and help me, but you will have to stay close and do exactly what I say. Understand?" Vinyl nodded as a large smile grew across her muzzle, having overcome Gadwall's stubborn opinions of her. Now all she had to do was wait for the time that the party started. After all the time she had spent waiting a few more hours was nothing.

Dusk came and Vinyl was leaning against the wall right next to the door leading out of the apartment. The only thing holding her back from walking right out of it was the male gryphon, who was getting ready in the bedroom like she had earlier. She didn't have to be patient for too long though and soon the gryphon stepped out wearing a fancy black tuxedo. "Ah... that's a lot better." He said as he allowed his assistant to to adjust and straighten out the suit. Once she was finished he went to the door and opened it before extending his arm to Vinyl. "Shall we my dear?"

Vinyl let out a small "Pfff" sound at how he was acting. Now that he was more willing to let her help the gryphon seemed like less an oppressive force and had become little more than humorous in her eyes. Nevertheless she took his arm in her own so she could play the role of his date to the party.

"Alula, watch over the place while I'm gone." Gadwall said to his assistant. "Leave a window open just in case though. If that Gilda girl comes looking for you, I want you to fly away as fast as you can."

"Yes sir." Alula replied. With that the gryphon male and and the unicorn mare left.

Shortly afterwards the two were on the streets of Canterlot heading to the restaurant where the members of the Society where supposedly meeting and Vinyl couldn't wait to crack their operation wide open. "So just to make sure we got the plan together, why don't we go over it a bit before we make it to party?"

The gryphon couldn't believe how resourceful and focused to the task at hand the mare was. In many ways he was glad that he had gotten to her when he did. If Gilda had gotten away with her then it was possible that he might of never been able to complete his assignment. "Well Vinyl I am afraid it is going to be a bit harder than we originally thought. While the party is going to be held at the restaurant it is not going to be in the main area. From the information I got from one of my sources, a series of tunnels go out from underneath it and that is what we are going to have to make our way to if we want to find the Society. On the upside I did get us reservations into the dining hall. All we have to do is get into their wine cellar where to tunnels start. Think you are up to it?"

"Are you kidding?" Vinyl replied. "Improvising is my specialty. I'll get us in their easy as pie."

"I hope so." Gadwall said. "As a unicorn I will be counting on you and your magic to get us out of any tight spots if we get found out. Got any spells that can divert attention?"

"I got that covered. Those bastards try to mess with us and they won't know what hit them." Said the mare with a bit of pride. Her musical magic would be more than enough to trough those uptight ponies into a state of confusion, being able to produce a noise so loud that the unexpecting ponies would most likely curl over in pain. She would need some kind of instrument to focus it on, but being that this was a party she was sure she could figure out something.

"Well then I think that we are about as ready as we will ever be. Besides...." Gadwall said coming to a stop. "We're here."

In front of the two stood a large, classy looking restaurant. In front of the door was a line of ponies waiting to be allowed inside and above it was a sign that said "Crystal Cuisines". "Huh.... never noticed this place before."

"It's fairly new." Gadwall explained. "Its specialty is recipes that originate from the Crystal Empire. While the business itself seems legitimate, the fact that the Society are holding a meeting here raises suspicion. We might have to inform Celestia after we are done here so she can look into the matter."

Vinyl was about to ask why not inform her now, but the answer Gadwall gave her before popped into her head. Celestia would most likely send in her guards and if that happen there was the possibility that it could cause more harm than good. For now it was up to them to get whatever information they could and try to remember the faces of every member she saw. As they got to the back of the line, Vinyl psyched herself up in preparations for what was sure to be a night she would never forget.

Author's Note

No notes today. Just hope you guys didn't think it dragged to much and that you enjoyed the chapter.