Author's Note

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PS: Special thanks to Alcatraz for the editing!

Chapter 2: Wake up Sleepy-Pet

Luna groaned as she cracked her eyes open, trying and failing to pull her hooves up to wipe away the hardened sleep in her teal orbs. Yet, her appendages didn't respond to her commands, and she began to wonder why, but stopped her futile efforts as she looked around her surroundings.

Total darkness greeted her and she soon noted the cold, uncomfortable surface she was laying on that made her shiver, as it was indeed very icy wherever she was. She froze like a deer in the head lights as she heard the slight clink of metal when she tried moving around more. Chains, it had to be chains. She was chained down. What the hay did she do last night? Some pony had to be around or she would certainly be trapped here, alone in this unknown place.

Luna attempted to yell for help but it came out hoarse and weak. Curse her stupid mouth that sometimes had a mind of its own! The more she tried moving to relieve any discomfort in her muscles, she became aware of something snugly wrapped secured around her neck that held her head down to the freezing alloy via a ring. Her muscles felt extremely stiff but somehow numb at the same time.
A collar?! What fresh hell have I gotten myself into this time. Maybe this is why Celly never went drinking in public bars, though she vowed her dear sister owned a hidden liquor cabinet somewhere in that big room of hers. She tried to move her feathery appendages that separated her from being called a unicorn. Yet, her majestic wings were tied down by what felt like a metal band that hooked around her waist, judging from the ring of metal.

The worst thing was about this whole situation? Her head was pounding. She tried using her horn to light up the space but the thumping in her brain that she swore she could've mistake for an agitated rabbit banging its foot on a hardwood floor, only got worse. Ok, so that was a bad idea. Drinking so much yesterday was another bad thought as well. Luna hoped her sister was just playing a prank, that this was all some sick joke for a budding prank war that she would soon come out laughing. The truth was that she was almost afraid but also very angry that Tia would play this kind of card.

Her ears perked up as she heard hoof steps coming closer. Distinctively a large door being opened and carefully closed as an inky form that contrasted against the black of the room made its way down into the basement. Finally she had managed to find as much courage as she could muster. "W-who is there?” She inquired as the shadow turned on the light to reveal a very familiar pony. Luna's eyes widened and she immediately answered with venom laced in her voice, "You!"

Standing there was the stallion from the bar, and he had a big smirk on his face "My, this is going to be such fun!" He chuckled as he walked over to the other side of the room. "Oh this stupid light bulb will never turn on!" With a flick of his magic, the light bulb glowed and light flooded the blackness, revealing a room strewn with inappropriate things.
Lining the walls were gags, ropes, leather, collars, and toys of all sorts with a few odd things on the long table, like different pharmaceuticals that ranged from sleeping pills to serums that caused heat to become absolutely unbearable.

The midnight blue mare turned beet red in the face as she eyed the newly polished equipment and wished she could hide behind her mane. Nevertheless, her movement felt as though she was swimming in molasses as she tried in vain to flee from her captor. Not a prank from Tia, she wouldn’t go this far, she needed to get away!

"You see, I just couldn't waste the opportunity to have a princess as my pet. I slipped the inhibitor ring on your horn and your little disguise has been put on standby. Very clever spell, your majesty, but we have no need of your title here." He gave her a patronizing pat on the head. "In here, I am the Master and you shall address me as such. As long as you obey the rules I set, your life will be... pleasurable." His grin grew as he walked over to the other side of the room to get the objects he needed to start. "Don't worry, my pet, it’ll be over soon."

Luna was speechless, pet? Pleasurable life? What in Faust’s name was this crazy guy going to do with her? She would have never admitted the fact of her unpicked cherry, you would have thought she would've had some lovers in the thousands of years she lived on the planet. Alas, Celestia was better at dating then she was and even stayed with them until they passed on, regardless of their age or appearance because she truly loved each of them with all her heart. While Luna did have many friends over the long time she walked on the world, she had given up on making anymore friends and partnerships after their many deaths. She believed it was worthless to build new friendships if they were all going to end the same way every time.

Then she grew hateful and resentful of her dear sister since her only anchors were now in what ponies called, a better place. It went downhill from there. Ponies had started to see less and less of her, even though she did her work behind the scenes. Her subjects or most likely the nobles had given her a mock name.

They had called her The Princess of Shadows since she hid in the shadow of her sunny sister and barely showed her face to the public. Eventually her hate grew to the breaking point, she wanted there to be only one princess, to rule Equestria, and that one princess would be her.

Then the Elements banished her to the desolate moon because it was Celestia’s only opinion aside from killing her. It was lonely on that rock and she was trapped within herself as the Nightmare plotted away for the millennia till the stars aided in her escape. Luna was snapped from her thoughts as she heard the stallion talking out loud to himself, he was apparently still deciding on what to "use". Luna mentally shuddered.

"Let’s see, this should be enough to begin our first lesson", he said as he stuffed his choices into a brown sack, spun around, and trotted towards her. He set the bag down on the floor near the metal table and pulled out some things. A large black, rubber, stallionhood floated in his magical aura along with a bottle of lube, a metal ponytail holder, some hooks and a small chain. Master then walked behind Luna and grabbed her astral tail which was limply hanging like a regular pony's tail due to her magic being cut off from her.

He held the hair together while he smoothly slid and clamped the ring shut till it was tightly on the base of her tail. He then looped a hook on the holder and attached the small chain to it. Then he fastened another hook on her collar and linked the two clasps together. It kind of hurt Luna but she was still at a loss for words. Was this stallion really going to humiliate her like this and turn her into his personal sex slave?

No, Luna would not stand for this; she would have him hung by the neck for his actions! She would not be a pushover, she was the princess of the bucking night, an immortal who had a higher ranking than this commoner, and she deserved to be treated with respect.
As much as she hated being prideful and full of herself, she needed to build up some courage. "My sister will have you in a cell for kidnapping me, I am the princess of the night and I will not become your pet, you peasant!"

The Master turned around, "Did you just dare call me a peasant?!" His face contorted in pure rage and he set the lubed-up phallus down on the nearby table. "You shall be punished for your idiocy to not even use my title let alone give me a lesser one! But don't worry, you'll be trained soon enough, pet." He then stomped behind the wall and threw some things in the sack.

The stallion then hid it behind his back just out of her line of sight as he darted back up to her. He then revealed a whip in his magical aura. "This will teach you to not disobey your new Master!" The whip slapped down hard on Luna's plump flank, causing it to turn a light shade of red as the dark mare let a yelp escape at the pain which wasn't doing well with the throbbing headache that only seemed to get worse with each passing moment.

"Be quiet you arrogant slave!" He hollered as he shoved a ball gag into her mouth, tying it around her head as taut as it could be. Then he gave her several more lashings on each of her flanks, across her cutie mark, but the red ball gag caused her screams to become muffled nonsense as he hit away at her. Each side of her flank got five whippings, making it a grand total of ten tortuous lashings.
Luna heavily panted into the plastic orb as she tried to recover from the pain that had just been inflicted upon her rump. She hoped it was over, but she always had poor luck.

However, just as she started to give her muffled protests, one final hard hit that was now number eleven caused her to bellow out a loud shout from around the gag. Before she could finish the subdued roar, she felt something pierce just above her marehood, and liquid flow. She looked down, and saw a syringe in his aura. The stallion had just injected something that caused her marehood to burn with unfathomable desire.

"This will make you hornier than ever before, pet"

She couldn't take it as the fire was growing hotter in her loins with each passing second. Yet, she could barely move as she was definitely still high from the stupid pill he captured her with, and the magical block on her horn causing a build up, this lead to zero energy.

He then locked her collar down tightly, and her two back legs, exposing her pink marehood. Luna turned a deep shade of crimson and couldn’t help but screech at him but it was dulled into nothing but gibberish. Then he showed her the black monster he was going to jam into her.

She felt the fake stallionhood poke her entrance and carelessly inserted into her pussy repeatedly; she couldn't see anything happening so she just starred at the ceiling. Yet, just as her sex clamped around the false phallus, it forcefully slipped out of her and didn't return. She flicked her eyes down, perhaps now he was done. Maybe she would get the chance to sleep and she could come up with a plan to break out.

Master cleaned it off in a sink with a special soap and set it down, not having any further use for it at the moment. He then walked over to her moist and glistening vagina; Luna started giving her muted complaints as to whatever he was going to do. He placed his hoof down and started stroking her sex and even blew on it a few times. She hated this pony, he was a monster for forcing her to engage in such an activity as degrading as this one.

Although just as she was about to release an unwanted wave, when some unfamiliar substance get rubbed onto her sex. The only description she could find for this feeling was having her marehood clog up.

Master grinned darkly even though she couldn’t see him, as he kept rubbing her swelling pussy, causing her torture as she couldn't orgasm and just get it over with. She could feel every little nerve tense as he continued the friction with renewed vigor.

"The cream is a changeling invented substance that suppresses a mare’s ability to cum. Don't worry though, you’ll still feel every ounce of pleasure, but right now I don’t think you’ve earned the right to orgasm. So I shall do with you as I please until I think you deserve release.”

He then gave her a rub on the head, much like a dog would receive from its owner. He put the freshly cleaned phallus and all back in the bag and tossed it on the long table. Master then grabbed what looked like a baby monitor and placed it near her head. “This shall be used for when you need my attention. I’m going to leave but feel free to beg any time for your climax, and I might just come down and give you it. If I hear something without my title or any threats at all, I will personally make sure you are not a virgin with loads of lessons just so we can be sure.”

He then took out her sphere gag and let her pant for a little bit as she tried to direct her thoughts to new ideas other than her need. Her lower region was burning, feeling as though the stallion had set her ablaze down there.

The lime-colored cream that was smeared all over her marehood also clogged her judgment, her thoughts scattered around like paperwork inside her mind as she tried to grasp a single thought. Nothing, not even one appeared clear in her mind. Master soon trotted up the wooden steps and out the metal door with a low screech as he knew she would eventually give in and plead for the right to cum.

It had been exactly two hours and Luna was determined to not peep out a sole word to him. She would not stoop so low as to cry out for release. Nope, she would teach that thick-headed stallion that she would not become his whorse. Although, he had never said how long the balm would last, it was probably just a few hours, naught a thing to worry over.

Yet, she was constantly on the edge; he had coated her in that salve just before she was about to cum. Even though she kept thinking of getaway plans, she always wandered back to her current predicament. The injection from beforehand kept her vagina burning with an intense warmth that refused to go away. Plus the horrid green goo which played the biggest role by keeping the boiling temperature inside her. Just a couple more hours she said to herself as she looking at the top of the room again, staring at the same spot.

It was well into the 5th hour and Luna couldn’t take it anymore. She needed her rational thinking or at least needed her brain to be able to recall her memories. This felt terrible; she was always in control and having to think about her situation left her cheeks the color of a ruby. Honestly she could care less if she was throwing away her dignity just to get off. “M-master," Luna began as she squeaked into the monitor, "p-please m-make me c-cum”, she said in a low voice.

The night princess was just about to say it so much louder when a familiar clang of the metal door being opened alerted her and promptly silenced her as well. Master walked up to her and Luna could just barely see him out of the corner of her eye.

“You want to orgasm, slut? Tell me how you love me, tell me how you're a worthless slave and deserve to be treated as such,” said the stallion with a disapproving tone.

Luna’s eyed widened with disgust at his words. "You told me I only had to beg for release!" Master harrumphed and turned to walk away."Wait!" She bellowed, looking down indignantly. “I-I love y-you master, I... am a worthless slave that you’ve taken into your care, and deserve to be treated as such,” Luna finished with a whine.

Master’s frown turned upside down into a cunning smirk. “Good, I love you too, my pet, and I’m very happy you’ve finally learned your place. So as a reward I’ll give you what you wish.” Master snatched a white cream from the table and strode back over to her. “But when I apply this you are not allowed to cum until I say so, failure will end badly for you tonight.”

Luna curtly nodded her head and waited for him to lather it. She soon felt the cold gel start to eat away at the offending green substance and her lower lips could once again breathe. However a tiny squirt of ejaculate bubbled out involuntarily and Master gave her a disappointed look. “That better be the only bit of you I see until I give the word,” he warned as his hoof touched the sticky residue and he licked the ejaculate from his fetlock. “You taste wonderful, perhaps later you can try it for yourself,” he uttered with a sinister look.

Meanwhile the ruler of the night could not receive the tickling of the cold air on her exposed area; it felt like breathe of a dead mare. She considered it like all her nerves were wound up like a spring that she couldn’t keep a hold on for much longer. “Please master, I beg of you,” she responded as tried her best to stop the oncoming fluids.

“You beg me for what?” He asked trying to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible for he thought it was just delicious to hear her plea with him.

“I b-beg of you for my o-orgasm, M-master,” Luna corrected as her control was slipping away from her like soap would do in the bathtub. Her resolve was crumbling, unable to keep the growing pleasure contained for much longer.

“I suppose you’ve earned it. Go ahead, pet,” he retorted in a nonchalant voice as Luna relaxed and came a torrent, mostly on herself and a bit on the table. She huffed and puffed for air as she came down from the afterglow.

“Well you made quite a mess, my little slut. I guess I’ll have to clean it up,” answered Master as he started licking her juices, savoring the flavor, and making quick work of her. By the time he looked up from licking her juices off of her belly and marehood, he noticed Luna had, at some point, fallen asleep.