Equestria Trainers' Society: Appraisal

Chapters

Confronting Coco
Schorl's Offer
Not Quite What Was Expected
Chasing the Fantasy
The Whitetails
Luna: Searching for Answers
Dominant or Dominated
Rarity Vs Suri
Rarity Epilogue
Return to Manehatten
Twilight: Celestia's Latest Assignment

Confronting Coco

Rarity walked down the streets of Manehattan, determined on finding Suri's boutique so she could get the situation with Coco sorted out. She couldn't get any sleep the night before, her mind too preoccupied to find rest when she thought a friend of hers might be in trouble. Instead she used the time to simultaneously look up the address for the shop as well as working on a few outfits. Before the night was over she had found that she would have to go to every fashion boutique in Manehattan individually as none of them had identified the earth pony as the owner of the shop in its name.

Thankfully after the third shop she was directed by its owner to a place called "The Knit and Weave". It was on Rarity's list of places to check out anyways, so she saw no reason why not to go their next. Getting to the address she found that shop wasn't its own separate building, but part of a highrise apartment that appeared to hold several different businesses in it. Upon entering the building the unicorn was presented with a directory and looking at it she found that Suri had acquired the top floor. Trying to think back to what she remembered about the mare she couldn't really put her finger on anything specific from before the fashion competition.

Back when the two ponies were part of the Ponyville Knitters League Suri really didn't stand out, perhaps because Rarity was already professional in the field and most of the group looked to her for advice on how to better their own crafts. As much as Rarity didn't like to admit it she had done this on purpose as she enjoyed the attention she got from being a big fish in a little pond. It had been some time since then though and she felt that she had come a long way when it came to keeping her ego in check, especially since she had met Twilight. She did wonder if that attitude was part of the reason Suri was the way she was now, if somehow her getting constant praise pushed the earth mare to resort to extreme measures the get the recognition she felt she deserved.

Finding an elevator she took it to the top of the building, finding that it lead into an open space loft that had been set up to look more like a traditional designers studio. Beautiful outfits were placed around in a manner that allowed anyone entering to immediately draw their eyes to them, many of which were on display on mannequins that were crafted to express an unrealistic standard of beauty. The fact that the models were too thin and had breast too big for the frame was only to give potential customers a fantasy to chase, to allow them to picture themselves like that and that all it would take to reach that level of attractiveness was to have the dress.

It was a poor practice of a designer, but unfortunately one that worked as some ponies were easily tricked by the promise of beauty. Rarity had never resorted to it herself, always focusing on making a design that was tailored specifically for the client she was making clothes for. Every pony had features that made them attractive, from super models like Fleur De Lis to those with a portly frame like Ms. Cake, and Rarity's clothing always accentuated those positive aspects.

"Hello? Is anypony here?" Rarity said stepping further into the loft as she looked for Coco, Suri, or perhaps some other pony that could be working there.

The sounds of an active sewing machine could be heard coming from the back of the shop and from its direction came the yell of a small mare. "Just a moment! I'll be right with you!"

Rarity knew instantly that the source of the meek sounding voice was Coco. The unicorn was relieved that it wasn't Suri, if possible she wanted to avoid contact with her so not to cause trouble. Heading to where she had heard the earth mare Rarity found that the sewing machine noises were coming from behind a white curtain that closed off on of the corners of the loft.

"Ooh... Why isn't this seam coming out right? I must have redone it half a dozen times now..." Coco said quietly to herself.

Hearing the earth mare's dilemma Rarity looked for a break in the curtain and once it was found opened it to take a peek inside. The first thing she spotted was Coco Pommel, sitting with her back to the unicorn, working at a table as she labored over several bits of fabric. Hanging to the right of Coco were dozens of dazzling dresses that each seemed to have a unique and interesting style to it that caught the unicorn's discerning, fashion savvy eye. If Rarity could assume that the pony sitting in front of her created all these articles of clothing it was was a testament to her skill.

Coco, growing frustrated with the problem presented to her and realizing there was still a potential customer out on the floor, pushed herself away from the table and stood up. Turning around she was surprised to see that there was a pony behind her and was overly happy when she saw that the pony was Rarity. Before the unicorn knew it Coco had wrapped her arms around her body and was hugging her tightly.

"Rarity!" The smaller mare said excited as she pressed the side of her head against the unicorn's chest, causing the unicorn's face to turn a bit red at the sudden show of affection. Placing her hands on Coco's shoulders she pushed the earth pony away gently, putting her at an arm's length so she could get good look at the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Coco apologized, noticing Rarity's light blush.

"Nonsense," Rarity said, not wanting Coco to feel bad. It wasn't that she minded the hug, Rarity just didn't think their relationship as friends had reached that point. As much as she liked Coco and cared about her well being the fact of the matter was that aside from the few letters they had sent back and forth they hardly knew anything about each other. "You didn't make me uncomfortable. You just caught me off guard is all."

Coco smiled at Rarity's words and sent eyes to the floor, not about to look at the unicorn directly in the face as her own blush forming. The earth mare had a large amount of respect for the older, more experienced pony. "So what are you doing here? I was waiting for your reply to my letter, but I wasn't expecting this."

"How could you not?" Rarity replied. "When you told me that you had started working for Suri again I practically fainted. What happened? Did she do something to you? Blackmail, threats, coerced you in some way?"

Seeing how much she had made Rarity worry about her Coco hastily shook her head and waved her hands in objection. "No, no, it was nothing like that. She just... uh... got a hold of me one day and we had a long talk about how unreasonable I was being."

"Unreasonable?!" Said Rarity. "Well I'll admit I don't know what you and Suri's are like together, but when I seen you with her you always looked like you were uncomfortable. You don't need to stay with an employer that make you feel bad."

Coco bit her lower lip for a short second before giving her response. "Well I meant it was unreasonable for Miss Suri. I left her with so much work to do that it would've been impossible for her to finish on time alone."

Saying that reminded the earth pony that she was in the middle of something. Without even excusing herself from the conversation she went back to her station, starting her machine back up and getting back to work.

"So that's what this is?" Rarity asked. "Helping Suri catch up with her orders?" The unicorn could appreciate Coco wanting to follow through with a commitment and if the amount of garments hanging next to her was any indication then her dedication to the task was amazing.

"Oh no, we finished those a while ago." Coco corrected. "I'm working here now because Miss Suri made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

Rarity didn't like the sound of that. "But what about the job I got you working for my friend in Bridleway?" She asked, thinking about how she got her a job making costumes for stage plays. "Didn't you agree to work for him too?"

"I did... but he ran out of things for me to do and dismissed me." Rarity was confused at what Coco said. She had told the stallion to inform her as soon as he was done with the mare. Rarity had wanted to offer Coco a job at Carousel Boutique where a pony of her talent could be appreciated. As the unicorn cursed the stallion under her breath she heard Coco let out another groan. "Why isn't this working...."

Looking over the earth pony's shoulder she could see that Coco was working on a rather simple outfit composed of just a shirt and a miniskirt, but for some reason she was trying to sew the bottom of the folded collar of the shirt back in on itself. Rarity could see what she was going for, to make the fabric form loop that would go around the neck, but she wasn't exactly sure why. While the looped collar could hold something in it, like a tie, it would make it difficult for the wearer to replace such an item should the need arise. Also this kind of outfit didn't really seem to have a level of professionalism to it to warrant a tie and was so plain that it seemed like an oddity in the shop, the rest of the outfits being elaborate and daring, if perhaps a bit gaudy.

Undoing the threads Coco puzzled over the article of clothing. "I just can't make it look right." Said the troubled girl, knowing that Rarity was watching. "The threads keep popping out the other side and making it look bad. Do... do you have any suggestions?"

The unicorn instantly knew what the problem was. Using her horn she picked up a needle from a container full of them and a thread spool from nearby, as well as the dress itself. Floating it forward her and taking the materials in hand she quickly went to work, carefully sending the needle and thread through the collar in such a way that it only went through the back end of the collar flap without poking through the front of it and becoming visible.

"Coco, there are things that you can't do with a machine." Rarity explained. "It's used for quick, repetitive stitches. Something like this needs a patient and skilled hand."

"I know that..." Coco said hanging her head. "But Suri told me to use the machine because it would be faster."

"And you listened to her despite knowing better?" Rarity didn't know how to take this. Even Suri should've realized that some of the work would have to be hand stitched.

"Well of course she did." Rarity heard from behind her. Sending her gaze behind her she saw a familiar purple maned, pink pony. Suri wasted no time coming over and stepping in between the other two mares. "Coco is a good filly that takes orders and does them without question." She said, emphasizing her comment by patting her assistant oh the head in a condescending manner, a gesture that Coco happily accepted.

"Welcome back Miss Suri." Coco greeted. "Did you enjoy your time out today?"

"Quiet Coco, I'm talking to our guest." Coco silenced herself at Suri's command, returning to the machine and the next assignment on her list.

Rarity was a little put off by Suri's tone towards Coco, treating her like a child when the mare was perhaps a more skilled seamstress than the pink pony. The idea that Coco was willing to just take it didn't sit well either. While she made it apparent in the past a bit weak willed Coco seemed much more confident with herself when Rarity had left her last.

"So Rarity, what brings you back to Manehattan? Looking for something new to add to your wardrobe? If that raggedy thing you're wearing is any indication you definitely need it." Rarity's mouth went agape for a split second before her expression turned to one of insult, making Suri laugh in reaction. "Settle down, okay. I'm just tugging your chain."

"Well I never..." Rarity replied.

"Then maybe its about time you had." Suri shot back, thinking she was being witty. "You could stand to be brought down a peg, but that's not why you're here." Sitting herself on the edge of Coco's sewing table Suri gave Rarity a look that the unicorn could only assume was an attempt at being sly. "You're concerned about little Coco's letter."

"You know about that?" Rarity asked, wondering just how long Suri had been listening in before she interrupted.

"Know about it? I was the one who told her to send it." Without warning Suri took hold of one of Coco's ears, giving it a good tug which made the smaller mare cry out in pain. "Figured you'd come running the moment you thought she was in trouble."

Rarity didn't even think about what she did next, acting out of pure reflex from seeing Coco being hurt. Using her horn's magic she picked up a large swatch of fabric and tossed it violently into the pink mare, knocking her off her seat. Hitting the floor hard, it took Suri a minute to begin picking herself up.

"Are you cra-?!" Suri's shout was cut short as she found that she was surrounded by what looked like dozens of sewing needles, all of which were pointing directly at her.

Rarity was furious, ready to stick Suri with the tiny metal spears. "Don't you ever hurt her like that again!" She yelled, foregoing any pretense of acting lady-like. This was all the proof she needed to prove that Suri hadn't changed at all. If anything it appeared that she had gotten worse and she wasn't about to stand for anyone mistreating one of her friends.

"Wait!" Rarity heard as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "Please don't hurt Miss Suri! If you have to punish somepony do me instead!"

The unicorn, feeling Coco's body trembling, slowly moved the needles away and placed them back into the container where she found them. Suri, on the other hand, had a grin growing across her muzzle. "Oh come on Rarity. You and I both know that you couldn't go through with something like that. You wouldn't have the stomach for it. Makes me wonder what she sees in you."

Not wanting to frighten Coco anymore than she already had Rarity ignored Suri's comments and instead faced the small mare to hold and comfort her. "Shhhh, it's ok. I just... lost control of my temper. I promise that I'll remain calm from here on out." The unicorn looked back at the other pony in the room, who had returned to standing. "So long as somepony keeps their hands to themselves."

"Hmph, you're just lucky I don't call the authorities on you. Attacking me in my own establishment." Suri dusted off her clothes, straightening out her dress as she did. She continued this until she brushed around her chest, tapping it a few times and slowly becoming unnerved. "Where is it?!" The earth pony said to herself in slight panic, shooting her eyes around the room hastily.

"Missing something?" Rarity asked, more out of her natural politeness than actually caring about Suri's problems. However she couldn't help but look as well. Searching the room for anything unusual she managed to spot something shimmering on the ground. Using her horn once she levitated the item over to her. "Is this it?" She said hovering it in front of her eyes.

The object was a crystal roughly the size of an apple shape in the form of a heart, a strap of silk attached to it to make it into a necklace. It reminded Rarity a lot of the Crystal Heart that protected the Crystal Empire, looking like an exact replica except for its size and the slightly darker hue it had from the original. The unicorn marveled at the stone, her extensive experience with gems telling her that there was something special about it. It was beautiful, unique, yet at the same time emitted a sense of sadness. The unicorn felt a sense that something was off with it, but at the same time felt an irresistible urge to touch it.

Raising her hand up she extended a finger to the shaded crystal, but before she could make contact the gem was snatched out of the air. "That's enough of that." Suri said, placing the necklace around her neck and slipping the heart inside her dress.

Rarity, no longer seeing the the gem, shook off the entrancing feeling that had overcome her. "What... What was that?" She asked, confused and unsure about what had just overcome her.

"It's none of your concern." Suri replied. "At least not yet..." The earth pony's confidence had dissipated, no longer finding enjoyment in the game she was playing with Rarity. "Coco, go take a break. Use it to prepare your things for the club. I'm going to need to work off some stress."

"Yes Miss Suri." Coco said with a smile and a nod, running off to another part of the flat.

"And you!" Suri returned her attention to Rarity. "Get out!"

"But I'm not done with Coco." Rarity rebutted.

"Yes you are. This is my shop and I reserve the right to refuse service to anypony as well as the right to have said pony removed from the premises, by force if necessary. Now leave before I call the guard!" Suri opened up the curtain enclosing the sewing area and pointed the unicorn back to the elevator. Rarity, seeing that she had no other options at the moment, took Suri's offer and headed to the exit, the pink pony right behind her.

"This isn't over." Rarity said as the elevator opened and she stepped inside.

"I know, but I still love to see that look you make when you don't get your way." Suri replied, her smirk returning. "So until later, toodles." The earth pony gave a quick wave goodbye as the doors closed and the moment the metal box started moving Rarity let out her frustration in the form of a growling yell so loud that Suri could hear it even as she was walking back to her assistant.

Hours passed and day shifted to dusk, allowing for the concealment of darkness to creep over the city. While Manehattan was a city that never really slept activities at night did tend to slow down and allowed ponies the ability to walk around with less of a worry of being recognized by those they didn't wish to have following them. It was at this time that Suri left her shop, Coco Pommel following no more than a foot behind her as she carried a large case that caused the girl to struggle a little.

"There... those are the two." Said Rarity pointing out the ponies to the cabbie of the cart she had been waiting in. She had been sitting in it since the time Suri's shop was suppose to close, checking the open hours on the way out as she thought about how Suri said she and Coco would be going to a club that night. "Now just follow them slowly to not tip them off."

"Are you sure about this Miss?" The cabbie asked, not sure himself that he should be doing this. "Isn't stalking illegal?"

"I am not 'stalking'. I'm looking into a situation concerning a friend of mine who might be in a potentially abusive relationship with an ex-employer that she went back to for some unknown reason." Rarity explained.

"Well when you put it that way..." The cabbie was even less convinced than before, wondering if the money would be worth the trouble.

"Look, your job is to take your passenger to their desired location. If the location is a pony and that pony is on the move then it is not your fault if you have to follow them around a bit." Catching the stallion's skepticism Rarity reached into her purse and pulled out a small coin bag. "Plus there will be a fifty bit tip in it for you."

The cabbie conceded, he could really use the money. Pulling the cart he caught up to the two mares and kept just enough distance between them so he could stay out of sight while not allowing them to be able to leave his by turning a corner or ducking into an alleyway. Rarity watched them closely as he did, paying close attention to Suri. The pink mare had slipped into a red dress from the time the unicorn had left the building, even though Coco was still wearing the normal clothing that she wore day to day.

Tailing Suri wasn't the unicorn's first option, not exactly. She had considered going back to Ponyville, telling her friends what was going on and having them assist in confronting Coco with the problem of the position she had put herself in by allowing Suri to push her around. If she did that though it would leave the timid mare in the hands of her cruel employer for longer than Rarity felt comfortable with, especially since Twilight was busy in Canterlot with Princess Celestia. Even if she did there was no guarantee that Coco would listen if confronted in a place where Suri could cow her into submission with her mere presence. Assuming that this club that they were heading to would give her an opportunity to get the mare alone, even for a short moment, Rarity believed that this might be the only chance she had.

Suri and Coco walked many blocks down, so many that Rarity wondered why they didn't take a cab themselves. However the long walk and ever increasing cab fare didn't deter her. Even as Suri took out a compact makeup kit and reapplied her lipstick she focused only on the two mares diligently, ready to exit the cart at a moment's notice if the need should arise and eventually she had to put that dedication to the test.

The cart stopped as the ponies it was tracking slipped between two building, the crevice they went into far too small for the vehicle. Rarity reached into her bag once more, taking out not only the promised tip bag, but several valuable gems that she knew would cover the fare and then some. When her driver turned around to collect what he was owned there was the items left in the seat, the unicorn having snuck out quickly to make sure that she didn't lose her quarry.

Following Suri and Coco down the path Rarity emerged on the other side, entering a back alley. The location was dark and grimy, the type that a pony such as herself would never enter if given a choice. Yet she had to pushed on, watching from a distance as the other mares walked down a set of steps. It appeared that this was where the club Suri had mentioned was.

"How dreadful..." Rarity whispered. "What kind of dingy place is she bringing Coco to?" Not wanting to alert Suri to her presence she waiting several minutes before descending the steps herself. The metal door at the bottom was heavy looking and a bit rusty, not characteristics that inspired a better opinion of the place. Curling her hand into a ball the unicorn readied herself to knock before having second thought and instead using her magic to levitate a rock, pounding the door with it instead.

Within seconds a sliding slot in the door opened, revealing a menacing set of eyes. The eyes focused on the unicorn and from behind the door came an equally intimidating voice. "This is a private club. No admittance without an invitation."

"Oh... I'm quite sorry," Rarity apologized, finding the stallion's deep tone a little frightening. "but one of my friends just went inside. If I could just come in for a minute to-"

"I said invitation only!" He reiterated, slamming the slot shut.

"How rude..." Rarity said, going back up the steps, her plans thwarted by the bouncer. Being unable to confront Coco further she made her way back to the streets, deciding not to take the way she used to enter and instead followed the alleyway out. The entire trip appeared to be a waste of time and the only thing she could do now is return to her hotel. When she started trying to hail a taxi to take her back though she noticed something. From the way she had exited she was now standing where she had seen Fancy Pants go just the day before.

Taking a step back from the side of the road she started forming a few ideas about what the unicorn stallion had said to her when they were together and what she just encountered. "Could it be..?" Seeing a hopeful sign that perhaps she continue her pursuit she ran all the door, pounding on it hard without thinking of getting an object to do it for her this time.

Once more the the slot opened and the eyes showing through it bore a bit of anger at seeing the same mare from before. "I told you that it's invitation only! Scram!"

"But I do have an invitation. This is "The Society", is it not?" The slot stopped in the midst of another slam, opening back up with the eyes behind it now attentively looking at Rarity. "I'm afraid I don't have a physical invite, but you have a list of those allowed inside I presume. My name is Rarity and I've been expected."

The stallion on the other side shifted from his spot from right behind the door and it didn't take long for Rarity to hear the door's deadbolt lock to slide. Entering the opening door the unicorn could now see that the bouncer was a muscular earth pony and that he was still not very happy with her.

"You're on the list, but you're not suppose to be here yet." The stallion explained. "I'm going to have to take you to the club's owner and see how to deal with this."

While it would take away from her time speaking with Coco talking to the club's owner was probably the only way she was going to be allowed access to the facility. "Very well. Please lead the way."

The stallion locked the front door and gestured for the unicorn to follow him, escorting her deeper into the building. Within a few feet the atmosphere changed drastically, much to Rarity's surprise. The front room of the club, which gave the place the appearance of some seedy cider bar, was just a disguise for the beautiful and elaborate decor it hid inside. If not for her worries she would take the time to bask in the splendor of it all, now a little more understanding of why Fancy Pants was associated with the organization.

Along the way Rarity started hearing the sounds of chatter. Passing by a small turn in the hall she spotting where it was coming from, a room that looked like a dimly lit lounge with a stage that she could see through a slightly opened door. "For fuck's sake." Rarity heard her guide say in annoyance. "How many times do they have to be told to close that damn door. We soundproof that room for a reason."

"Soundproof?" Rarity questioned, ceasing her walk. "Why would you need to soundproof a lounge?" The mare soon got an answer from inside the room, a voice saying something over a speaker that immediately caught her attention.

"Please give a round of applause to Coco Pommel and her partner Coco Crusoe as they perform for the amusement of the Society" The announcer said, introducing the two ponies as they appeared on stage before Rarity's eyes. At first the unicorn was just a bit confused. Coco wasn't a performer, at least not as far as she knew. The fact that Crusoe, a stallion Rarity knew from Ponyville, was with her only served to increase the feeling. Focusing her eyes on the pair it soon dawned on her that something else was amiss. Something she had to confirm she saw correctly.

Rushing to the door Rarity pushed her way inside before the bouncer could react, slowing down once she was close enough to the stage and stopping completely in the center of the room. Both Cocos were on the stage completely naked, save for what Rarity could see as different collars around their necks, Crusoe's being a simple one made of brown leather while Coco Pommel's was much more elaborate. The two joined together, caressing and touching on each other sexually as ponies sitting around the lounge clapped and cheered the two on.

The ponies on stage looked out to the crowd, giving a small nod of acceptance before continuing. Taking their actions a step further they touched their lips together and closed their eyes as they gave each other a deep, loving kiss. It didn't last however and soon Coco Pommel broke away, going to her knees. Opening her mouth as wide as she could she took the stallion's flaccid penis into her muzzle, using her tongue to swirl it around as she suckled on it gently. Before long the fleshy rod was fully erect, Coco Crusoe letting out light moans as he allowed the mare to please him at her own pace.

Rarity watched shocked, never having expected to see a scene like this play out before her. It was as if she had just stepped in the middle of one of her friends having sex, except it was worse because it was in a public area. She didn't know what to say or how to feel at all and would've ran out of the building completely if not for the bouncer placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey! You're not suppose to be in here!" The stallion scolded.

"It's quite alright Heavy Hitter. She came to just the place she needed to be." Rarity turned her head towards the new voice that had called her name. What she saw was a dark purple crystal pony sitting in a booth against the wall, on one side of her was a large minotaur and the other was Suri. "Allow me to introduce myself Miss Rarity. I am Schorl Tourmaline. Welcome to the Society."

Schorl's Offer

Rarity's heart pounded, having experienced a large amount of shock from witnessing Coco Pommel perform an act of sex not just in front of her but also in front of several dozen other ponies eager and unabashed. The unicorn could even hear the girl's loud, lewd sucking sounds from behind her as she stared down the other things causing her heart rate to rise.

One of those was Suri, the earth pony that Rarity believed without a doubt was the one responsible for making Coco do what she was doing on the stage. It was obvious to her that Suri had orchestrated this by the look of smugness she had at Rarity's expense. Whether she had done it out of revenge, towards Rarity, Coco or both of them, or because of some other petty reason the unicorn couldn't be sure, but that was her fault was certain.

The other two issues were the other pony and the minotaur sitting with the pink mare. If not for them Rarity would've already relieved some of her stress by doing something less than lady-like to Suri which would forcibly wipe the smirk off the mare's face. The minotaur alone prevented her from enacting her swift justice. Being roughly the same size and build as the only other minotaur she had ever encountered, Iron Will, she could assume this one had a similar level of pure power. Should he come to Suri's aid it wouldn't bode well for Rarity as she could tell her magic, being not quite up to par when it came to combat spells, would hardly scratch his muscular body, if it would even do that.

Then there was the crystal pony that sat between the two. Her sparkling, dark purple form carried an ominous feel about her. In all of her visits to the Crystal Empire she had never seen another pony of her kind quite like this mare. That notion was felt further as Rarity spotted the horn poking out of the crystal pony's mane, making her a bit unique as up to this point Rarity had never encountered a crystal unicorn.

"Miss Rarity, are you alright?" The crystal pony asked, showing actual concern for the unicorn. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

The question wasn't well received. "Alright?! You're sitting there like there aren't two ponies that are...!" Rarity hesitated on the last bit, her own modesty interfering with the sentence's completion. It wasn't that she was a prude or inexperienced with sex, she had plenty of stallion partners in her life, either in serious relations or small flings which involved both tradition and more creative forms of sexual activities. She just didn't like the idea of having several other ponies glaring and gawking at you while you showed your affections to a pony you cared about.

"See, I told you that she wouldn't have the stomach for it." Said Suri. "She's too much of a goodie two hooves to enjoy this."

"Your opinion has been noted Miss Suri." Said the crystal mare. "Now please, allow me and Miss Rarity to speak." Without further prompt the minotaur rose out of his seat to allow the crystal mare out of the booth. Once out she went over to Rarity, standing face to face with her. "Excuse her, she forgets that even she had her doubts her first time here."

Rarity took a step back, not trusting the pony in front of her. "Schorl, was it?" She said to clarify to herself and find a point where she could take charge of the conversation. "I don't know what you did to force Coco to go up there in front of everypony here, but I'm putting a stop to it right now."

"I think you might have a poor impression of me Miss Rarity." The crystal pony said as she took a few steps past the unicorn to better admire the scene playing out on stage. "I'll admit that I played some small part in showing Coco Pommel her 'true self', but it was her decision in the end to accept it."

"That is most certainly not how she really is!" Rarity shouted, irritation getting the better of her. The patrons of the club turned to look at the mare who was disturbing the show, her loud voice attracting their attention. At first Rarity didn't even care, since Schorl seemed to be the one in charge, but as her eyes were drawn to their movement she begun to notice that everyone in the room was someone she could identify as being a high standing member of high society.

Sitting right next to her was Jet Set, a male unicorn who Rarity had encountered during her time with Fancy Pants in Canterlot, drinking a refreshing looking red beverage. Across the room she could see Photo Finish who was accompanied by her theater friend, the stallion who made costumes for "Hinny of the Hills" and Rarity had set up a job for Coco with, Silk Styles. Even near the stage she could spot a very pleased looking Filthy Rich still watching the mare and stallion on stage continue to have at each other, Coco Pommel now laying on her back as Crusoe slid his shaft inside her tight pussy.

Seeing so many influential ponies she knew around her, giving her odd looks for interrupting or ignoring her and the crystal pony to watch the earth ponies fuck each other lovingly was very off putting and it made Rarity become a bit nervous. As she recalled even Fancy Pants, a stallion she admired and respected, was part of this group. The conflict in her mind made her feel a woozy and she grabbed hold of an empty chair to keep from falling over.

Turning away from the lovely sight on the stage Schorl went back to Rarity. "If you would give me a moment to explain exactly what it is we do here I'm sure we can come to an understanding. All we need to do is calmly discuss the matter." The crystal pony wanted very much for the unicorn to speak one on one with her, believing that she could convince her if they could just talk rationally.

Rarity on the other hand didn't feel there was anything to talk about and that she had to get out of the building. With her anxiety building it began to interfere with her rationality and was even affecting her perception. "I need... I need some air." Pushing off her chair she hastily stumbled towards the door trying to back to the building's exit, forgetting that Heavy Hitter had locked it before leading her inside. It didn't matter though as Sartek got up and stood at the lounge's exit, not going to allow the unicorn to leave.

"How do you want to handle this Schorl?" The minotaur asked, ready to take Rarity by force if need be.

Schorl took a moment to think about it before replying. "Please escort Miss Rarity to one of the private rooms to get her bearings,"

Not liking the sound of that the unicorn searched around the room, looking for any other method of escape. There was another door in the room as well as a backstage area behind Coco and Crusoe, but to get to them she would have to get past Schorl while avoiding Sartek. While Rarity wasn't against a fight if it was absolutely necessary, this required a bit more tact. "Fine... I'll go, but you can't keep me here."

"I have no intention to, I just want you to be more comfortable." With that the minotaur took the unicorn by the shoulder and led her out of the lounge, keeping a firm grip on her as he took her deeper into the the depths of the Society headquarters.

Rarity was brought to a room after being forced down a ridiculous amount of corridors and she assumed it was just to make sure that she didn't have the ability to find her way back out. "At least the accommodations are nice." She thought, having been alone for enough time to recover from the disturbing scene she had watched and take in her surroundings. The room echoed the same sophistication and class that the halls had displayed, but that did little to help change her opinion of the club's owner.

Eventually the door to the room opened and two ponies came into Rarity's view, Schorl Tourmaline and Coco Pommel. Coco had been redressed in the clothing she wore when she walked to the club with Suri, which the unicorn was grateful for as she didn't feel she could tolerate the mare being paraded around before her naked. However she still wore the collar she has on during her performance and attached to it was a leash that lead from her neck into Schorl's hand.

This wasn't unexpected though, Rarity figured that the dark mare was going to do something to further throw her off and tilt this supposedly peaceful conversation in her favor. If anything the unicorn wondered why she went for something so tame in comparison.

"Thank you for not trying to run away Miss Rarity." Schorl said as she sat herself down at the table that Rarity had placed herself next to for this talk. Once seated she gave Coco a nod, signalling to the girl to grab a chair and sit as well. "Firstly let me apologize for my tone earlier. I deal with the members of my facility so often I forget how to speak with those not used to my way of life sometimes. I'm sure I came off as egotistical and presumptuous and for that I'm sorry."

"That is the least of your worries." Said Rarity, her anger evident. "I care much less about how you acted than what you have done and are still doing."

"Right, you're worried about Coco here." Schorl said looking at the small mare, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair. "Again I must apologize for bringing her here and in this manner, knowing that it would upset you further. I felt it was necessary to get across what I wanted to express though."

Rarity gritted her teeth. She didn't like that the crystal pony felt she had the right to touch her friend however she pleased, despite how accepting Coco seemed in the situation. "And what is that exactly?"

"That I'm not the monster that you might think I am." Schorl replied, moving on to scratch the Coco behind the ears which got a very pleasant reaction out of the earth pony. "Usually I greet potential members to the Society before they ever get a taste of what we do here. It helps most become better acclimated when they take in the Society in small doses rather than taking it full on like you just did."

There wasn't much that Rarity could respond with. She could just continue to show her disapproval to what was going on, but it was hard to justify that when Coco was happily accepting what the crystal pony was doing to her. Then again it was apparent where Schorl wanted to lead this conversation and going along with it would only give her more control. Taking the bait a little though might get her a little more information on what exactly was going on.

"And what is it that you think you're doing here besides demeaning ponies for the amusement of others?" Rarity asked, wanting to see what the arrogant pony would say back.

"Demean... What an odd choice of word for the liberation we offer." Schorl replied.

"Liberation?!" Rarity said aghast. "You say that when you are treating Coco like some sort of... pet!"

"Again Miss Rarity, I think you misunderstand." Schorl rebuffed. "You seem to believe me treating Coco like this is doing her harm, as if I don't respect her and I'm treating her like a creature of less importance. This idea is wrong however. We at the Society understand that there is a place for everypony and that makes our... pets as you put it, very important."

Schorl unclipped the leash from Coco's collar and placed it on the table. "Coco Pommel here is a valued addition to the Society. She was brought here at Miss Suri's request after she joined our ranks and was slowly shown her 'true self'." The crystal mare finally removed herself from the earth pony and looked Rarity in the eye. "Can you not say you have seen it too? Coco is dependent on a strong mare to guide her life, to tell her how to act, make sure she doesn't make poor decisions and reward her when she does what is best for her. She only left Miss Suri's employment because a mare of stronger will and character showed her another way. That mare is of course you."

"Then why did she go back to Suri then if I showed her the right way?" Rarity replied.

"You are hearing what you want to hear Miss Rarity. I said 'another' way, not that either your or her methods are right or wrong." Schorl clasped her hands and placed them on the table. "As for why Coco returned to Miss Suri that should be simple to understand. Coco is a submissive, which means that she needs a dominant personality to balance her own with to cope with the world around her. She only left Miss Suri to begin with because you were there to be, in her eyes, a more positive role model. With you having gone back to Ponyville the only option she had was to go back to the only dominant she knew."

Rarity's defiant expression suddenly turned to self doubt. What the crystal pony said did make a bit of sense. If she had never come along Coco would've just continued working for Suri without question. The fact that she left her could've sent the poor mare back into Suri's arms. "Is this true Coco?" Rarity asked the earth mare.

Coco looked to Schorl, unsure if she should answer. The crystal pony nodded, allowing her to speak. "It's... it's true..." Coco said hanging her head a slightly in shame. "It didn't happen all at once... but after a while I decided to go back to my mistress-"

"Your Mistress!?" Rarity shouted, startling Coco.

"Miss Rarity, please. Let the filly speak." Said Schorl.

Now a little teary eyed Coco continued where she left off. "I went back to her and we talked about how much I needed someone to guide me, like how Lady tourmaline said. At first I was skeptical, but then she brought me here and I started to learn how wonderful it could be to serve someone else's wants and needs. To give yourself to them completely and ask for nothing in return. To become a willing..." Coco hesitated for a moment before wiping her eyes and giving a bright smile. "A willing slave."

"Slave?" The word struck Rarity to her core.

"I know it sounds bad." Said Schorl. "But here that word is a term of endearment. A term for those who have given themselves mind, body and soul to another. A role that is highly respected."

"Do you think that I'm stupid?" Rarity got up and stared down the crystal mare. "I've had to help an entire kingdom escape from the bonds of slavery, crystal ponies like yourself. I've spent a brief time at the mercy of others. I doubt that you can say the same, so what gives you the right to say that slavery can be a 'good thing'?"

Schorl closed her eyes, bringing her clasped hands to her muzzle. "Coco, please go to your mistress. I don't wish for you to see this." Without any objection Coco left the two, grabbing the leash off the table on her way out.

The moment the door clicked closed Schorl sprung to her hooves, prompting Rarity to make what she felt was an appropriate defensive stance. Without the minotaur around Rarity was sure she could handle Schorl, despite not knowing the extent of her powers. The crystal pony hardly looked like a rival for creatures Rarity had dealt with in the past like Discord or the changelings.

Schorl however didn't ready her horn or prepare herself for a fight. Instead she turned her back to Rarity and reached for the zipper on her dress. Grabbing hold of it the mare pulled it down to allow herself to slip out of the article of clothing, making Rarity let out a gasp when she saw what was underneath.

The crystal pony's back was a mess, covered in scar marks. The marks varied from long, deep ones to small shallow ones. Whoever did this to her didn't make any effort to go easy.

"As you can see I too have suffered at the hands of a cruel being who claimed me as his property." Said Schorl.

"Then why are you doing this?" Rarity questioned.

"Because even though my master was a sadist I still loved him. He pushed me to be the mare I am today." The crystal pony grabbed her dress from off the ground and faces Rarity fully exposed. "He showed me exactly who I was... correction, Who I am."

Rarity didn't know what to say. Schorl had proved her wrong about never seeing slavery from the other side, but the way she spoke made her sound crazy. There was no way she could go through what it seems she had and believe what she was saying.

"Now that we understand each other a little more let's continue our conversation." Schorl said, putting her dress back on. "We have much to discuss about your future in the Society."

Rarity shook her head. "Schorl, I can tolerate your... fetishes, but I couldn't possible be part of this."

Schorl let out a troubled sigh. "Pity. I had plans for you. The Society has been watching you for some time. When I learned of how well you took control of your your friends the last time you were in Manehattan I was certain you would be ecstatic to join"

Rarity grimaced a little at that comment. She didn't know how Schorl found out, but she knew the crystal mare was talking about how she had selfishly made her friends make dresses fashion show that she was competing in at the time. "I really think that you've gotten the wrong impression of me. That was most certainly one of my off days."

Schorl's expression shifted a little, becoming darker. "I see, then I'm sorry for the mistake in character. I suppose that our discussion is over then. You may leave if you wish. I won't stop you."

Rarity didn't have to be told twice, Immediately heading for the room's exit. Reaching the door she grabbed its handle, turning it and opening it slightly before shutting it. "Before I forget, I'm taking Coco with me. I don't know what kind of stuff you've been feeding her, but this isn't where she belongs. If you would have her meet me up front I'll take my leave." Rarity looked back at Schorl with determination. "I'm sure the members of your club would hate for others to learn about what they do in their spare time."

"Hmph, a threat.... When I've been nothing but polite." Schorl said. "You could go ahead and tell. We aren't really doing anything wrong and when the members learn it was Miss Rarity that exposed their dirty laundry I'm sure they will not be too pleased. Aren't many of them your friends and peers" The white unicorn's eyes widened as her attempt to intimidate the crystal pony was turned back at her. It was true, if Rarity exposed the Society it would most likely lead to a loss of customers and perhaps even get her ostracized from high society all together. "Also I told you before its not up to me. It is up to her and her mistress." The crystal pony smirked a little, an idea popping in her head. "Rarity... are you a betting mare?"

"What? Why would you ask?" Said Rarity, not really wanting to play around with the mare.

"Well like I said, its up to a owner to determine when to dismiss a slave." Said Schorl as she went up to the unicorn. "However, I do have a bit off pull being the pony in charge here and perhaps I could convince Miss Suri to let her go. A slave without an owner has no reason of being here after all."

"And I assume you want me to do something in return." Rarity didn't like where this was going, but if it could get Coco out of her service to Suri then she would at least listen.

"I want you to come here for the next two weeks and experience what it is like being a part of the Society." Schorl replied. "To see that what we are doing here isn't as terrible as you would think. If you do that and are still not satisfied then I'll find a way to get what you want done."

Schorl's offer didn't seem too difficult. Two weeks and Coco would be freed from Suri. "What would I have to do?"

"Simply indulge yourself a bit in some of the activities that we do here. I'll set up a bit of a list of things for you to do. After that if you still aren't convinced then Coco is free to go, even if she doesn't want to be." The crystal pony extended her hand to the unicorn. "Do we have a deal?"

Rarity thought it over. Two weeks where she would have to do what this crystal pony wanted and then refuse to join at the end of it. Seemed easy enough since Rarity knew that she wasn't into humiliation and domination. Taking Schorl's hand in her own she shook it once hard. "Deal! But I'll tell you that I won't be joining no matter what."

"We shall see." Taking her hand back Schorl opened the door and walked out with Rarity.

As the two entered the hall they were greeted to the sight of the minotaur, Sartek, who was leaning up against the walk right across the door. "Everything go well?" He asked.

"We have come to an understanding for now," Schorl explained. "But I'm going to allow Miss Rarity to go home for the day before we begin tomorrow."

Sartek snorted. "Then I'll lead her out. Follow me unicorn." Pushing off the wall Sartek headed down the halls back towards the exit to the club, Rarity following closely behind.

"Have a pleasant evening Miss Rarity, I eagerly await your return." Schorl called out to the unicorn walking away from her. She had no intention of releasing Coco, but she wanted the element of generosity to join her. If there was any chance to get her to join the Society the crystal pony was going to take it. It would also give her enough time to plan for the alternative if the unicorn couldn't be converted. Turning around and going to deeper into the facility Schorl headed towards the kennels so she could prepare a space for Rarity, just in case.

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Not Quite What Was Expected

Rarity stood hesitantly in front of the entrance to the Society. As requested of her she had returned the following day, determined to complete the club owner's challenge and get Coco away from the place, whether the earth mare liked it or not. She had already sent a letter to Fluttershy informing her that she would be gone for a few more weeks and that she would need to take care of Opalescence a while longer, leaving out the specifics except that it was to help Coco, and thus there was no reason to back out at this point. Taking a deep breath, the unicorn knocked on the metal door and waited for a now familiar set of eyes appear from the sliding slot within it.

It didn't take long for the door to unlock and swing open revealing Heavy Hitter, the club's bouncer. "Miss Rarity." He said in an uncharacteristically polite tone, that is if the way he had talked to her yesterday was any indication. "Lady Tourmaline has been anticipating your return."

Rarity dismissed the large stallion's pleasantries, seeing it for what it was. His employer certainly told him to act nice to give her a better impression of the establishment.

"If you would follow me, I'll take you her to her so you can begin your initiation." Heavy Hitter finished, leading the way for the club's guest.

"It's not an 'initiation'," Rarity corrected, "I've no intention of being a part of this."

"I wouldn't count you out myself." Heavy Hitter replied. "Lady Tourmaline picked you out personally, and she's never wrong. So far everypony who has passed through that door has found one reason or another to stay."

Rarity shook her head behind the stallion's back. Even if she somehow found some enjoyment during the time she would spend here, which she highly doubted she would, she would still leave out of principle. To her this entire ordeal was going to be a futile effort, but if in the end it got her what she wanted then she would be willing to humor the crystal pony in charge.

The two ponies took the same route that they had the day before, this time passing by the lounge where she had seen Coco pleasure another pony in front of dozens of ponies without any sense of shame or dignity, and heading further into the facility. At first Rarity suspected that they would be going to the place where Schorl had talked to her the day before, but when they didn't take the path she remembered leaving from the mare realized she would be seeing a new area of the club that day.

Heavy Hitter finally brought her to a set of doors that lead into a small waiting room, going past it to another set of doors across the way. Opening them a bright light filled the small room, forcing Rarity to cover her eyes from the intensity of it.

"Miss Rarity," Said a sultry, echoing voice from beyond the light. "It is good to see you. Please.... enter."

The unicorn rolled her eyes from behind her covering hand. "Your boss sure has a flare for the dramatics." Said Rarity, not very impressed with Schorl's light show. Giving herself a little time to adjust her eyes, she entered the chamber, leaving behind the stallion who had guided her there.

The room she walked into was a stark contrast to the rest of the building she had seen. Instead of walls draped in finery and carpets of the finest materials covering the floor, the room was entirely made of a blueish-white crystal save for a few marble columns creating a pathway from where she was standing and what seemed to be a solid black crystal throne sitting against the back wall.

She headed right for the black formation, as the unicorn could see Schorl's minotaur bodyguard standing next to it and thus assumed that was where she was suppose to be, and as she surveyed her surroundings she couldn't deny that she found them dazzling. If not for her current feelings towards the crystal pony that resided in it she might have even admitted openly that it was a beauty that was on par with the castle in the Crystal Empire.

Coming within a few feet of her destination, Rarity could make out the outline of the crystal pony sitting in the throne, her dark purple coat blending into the seat, the black evening gown she was dressed in not making it any easier to see her form.

"Miss Rarity, welcome," Schorl greeted, "I'm glad to see that you're here bright and early,"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Rarity replied, "I want to get this done and over with so Coco can be through with this horrid place."

Schorl gave a slight frown. "Horrid is a bit much, but I suppose I can see where you are coming from." said the crystal mare, rising out of her seat, walking up to Rarity. "That being said I hope that you could do me the same courtesy and respect me and the other patrons of my organization. None of us, submissive or dominant alike, want to hear that we are some sick or vile lot simply because we choose to express ourselves in a way that is outside social norms, especially from an outsider."

Rarity bit her lip, she had been a bit rude to a pony who, as of yet, had at least tried not to be the same to her. She really didn't mind how ponies chose to explore their sexuality, at least not behind closed doors. Her problem with what happened in The Society was more about the exhibitionism, Coco's involvement, and that Suri was the one who "owned" the meekly mare. Rarity wouldn't have been happy with the idea of anyone treating the girl like property, but if she had to choose any pony in all Equestria to have such a relationship with Coco then Suri wouldn't even be on the list of possible candidates.

"Don't worry about it too much. Just do your best to keep your opinions on a civil level if you feel the need to share them." Said Schorl, catching the unicorn's discomfort, as it was not her intent to shame Rarity. On the contrary, she wanted to help her push past the shame taught to her by her peers. "How about we talk a little on the challenge, most importantly if you have any questions. Seeing how quickly you accepted it I assume you must."

"Well... I'd be lying if I said that I didn't." Rarity replied. "You said you wanted me to 'indulge myself'. What does that mean exactly?"

"Allow me to explain." Reaching into the cleavage of her dress, Schorl pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it to reveal a neatly formatted schedule. "I have here a list of club activities, in which you will be expected to participate in, though I have permitted time for breaks and relaxation in between should you desire it."

"So all I have to do is follow your schedule for two weeks?" Asked Rarity.

"Yes," Schorl replied, "You don't have to enjoy it, but as long as you are willing to at least try what I have in store for you then you will have completed your end of our agreement, at which time if you still feel negative about what it is we do I'll find some way to expel Coco from Miss Suri's service."

"This will be easy." Rarity thought, "I'll just have to give some pony a spanking or perhaps entertain their fantasy of being pleasured in front of a crowd."

Putting her hand out, Rarity gave Schorl a determined look. "You're on!"

Schorl took the hand in her own and shook it. "Then lets not delay." The crystal pony looked back at the minotaur standing patiently near the crystal throne. "Sartek, if you would."

Sartek gave a nod and tossed something towards the two mares, having it land closer to Rarity which allowed her to tell that it was a band of white silk.

"Well go on, pick it up." Schorl said, eager to see what the other mare would think.

Using her horn's magic Rarity picked up the band, placing it in her hands. It wasn't until she inspected it further that she determined that it was a pony sized pet collar, much like the one she used on Opalescence, it having a snap clasp in the back of it that clipped together instead of a standard buckle clasp. Flipping it around she let out a light gasp when she read the red letters engraved on it that spelled out her name.

"Do you like it?" Schorl asked. "I felt that something a little less noticeable was appropriate for you. The color should match your coat perfectly, though having your name on it in bright red will allow the members to see your status when you wear it."

"But... I thought that you wanted me as a dominant." Rarity said, unsure of what this meant.

"I do Miss Rarity," Said Schorl, "But I feel you have a poor opinion of how the slaves are treated here. Before you have a taste of what it is like having one under your control I think it would be beneficial for you to have a taste of the bottom. It is a standard activity of our organization after all."

Rarity was at a loss for words. This was the last thing she had expected. She was thinking that Schorl was going to have her be the one in charge of another pony. Rarity couldn't even think of allowing herself to be treated like someone's slave, to be used by them however they wish.

"Now please Miss Rarity, put the collar on." The crystal pony told the other mare. "That is unless you want to back out of my challenge before it even starts."

Rarity knew what Schorl was implying, that if she wasn't willing to even place a collar around her neck then she didn't have the drive to try to help Coco. Not wanting to abandon her friend Rarity slowly brought the silk to her neck.

"Do know this," Said Schorl, interrupting the unicorn. "Putting on that collar is no small act. It means that until you take it off you are my property and taking it off without my permission will mean that you are backing out of our agreement. Do you really think you can handle that?"

"I can 'handle' anything that you can do." The unicorn said, wrapping the collar around her neck and snapping together underneath her mane. "Well then... what is my safe word?"

"Safe word?" Schorl said in a curious tone before letting out a chuckle. "I sometimes forget that some ponies give their slaves a phrase to say when they feel threatened or uncomfortable. I'm afraid the Society doesn't employ that practice."

"You don't?" Rarity said, becoming reasonably uncomfortable with the idea. "Then how would I be able to get you to stop if..."

"You wouldn't, which I find adds to the excitement of it all. To have your very being at the control of somepony else, to not be able to decide 'yes' or 'no', to simply give yourself to another, that is what being a submissive truly is about." Schorl said getting close to the other mare, wrapping her arms around her waist. "But don't fret, while members of the Society are given full reign over their slaves, servants and pets there are rules in place to protect them."

Rarity tried to move away, but was instead pulled in closer. "W-what kind of rules?" She asked, becoming increasingly unnerved by the mare who was now forgoing the concept of personal space.

"Important things like no maiming of the slaves, no inducing scars or otherwise causing permanent damage. We wouldn't want a pony to have to bare the same markings that I carry." Schorl explained, referring to the marks on her back. "We also have a staff on hand to make sure that every submissive is cared for after any extreme use."

"And what if somepony were to forgo these rules?" Rarity's concern was valid. It would be easy for a pony to go too far, even on accident.

"They would be removed from the Society with extreme prejudice." Schorl replied. "I don't take kindly to those who break the rules I've set in place."

Rarity was glad to hear that much, but she still didn't enjoy that the members had absolute power over their submissives. Then again it stood to reason that all ponies adopting the role would be given a similar warning, which made Rarity all the more curious why Coco would be part of this, but she had little time to think about as Sartek strolled up aside the mares and dropped a heavy trunk onto the floor, the lid to it flying open to show that its contents were sex toys and bondage restraints.

"Ah, thank you Sartek." Schorl said to the minotaur, removing herself from the other mare to grab some of the items inside the trunk. "Rarity, if you would just be so kind to remove your clothing, we can begin."

Rarity gulped, watching the crystal unicorn pull out a rather large phallus from amongst the toys.

The door leading back to the main section of the building opened wide and out stepped Schorl, leading out a very nervous, completely flush white unicorn by leash.

Rarity wasn't exactly happy with her current predicament, having her wrists chained to a ring at the front her collar so that they were forcibly held up in front of her breast, her ankles shackled together so she could hardly move them apart, and a rubber rod rattling inside her vaginal passage. She had managed to talk Schorl down from the larger object she had in her hands before, but the vibrator did little for her comfort. Even then Schorl only did it because she felt the stimulation would more easily put the unicorn in the mood. The only thing that the crystal mare allowed her to keep of her clothing was the pair of high heels that she wore that day, but bound as she was they were more of a hindrance than anything.

Schorl, however, was delighted by her semi-willing captive. It was not everyday that she had a dominant, potential member or otherwise, at her mercy. Her embarrassment was pleasant, as was her obedience, and even though the unicorn was only taking part of this for the sake of somepony else, Schorl amused herself with thoughts of Rarity only pretending that was the case so she could join in on the fun. For now the unicorn would serve as a pet, tomorrow she would treat others in the same manner as she was treated, then it would be a matter of time before her true self would shine through.

The two mares made their way through the faculty, to Rarity's relief not passing by any other ponies along the way. As far as she could recall the members of the Society where all high ranking members of the social caste and if any of them saw her in this state she would never hear the end of it. To think that ponies like Jet Set or Upper Crust could stumble upon her was mortifying. She hadn't seen those two ponies around in the Society specifically, but anyone of their caliber catching her like this would make it so she could never live it down.

"We're here," Schorl commented, stopping at one of the many rooms in the Society's club. A quick turn of a key to unlock it and the turn of a knob allowed for quick access to it and the mares were soon inside.

The room was much less inviting than the one she was left in the day before. Where that one was more like a comfortable bedroom that would be perfect for a romantic setting this one was, in no subtle description, a dungeon. The walls seemed to be made up of grey, granite blocks, the floor and ceiling solid stone. On either side of her were small cells creating smaller rooms that would imprison those put inside them, all of which were occupied by ponies that the unicorn could see clearly as she was taken further inside.

Allowing herself to be taken with little fuss, only letting out a slight groan at the toy still humming deep within her nethers, she looked around the room to see what there was to be used against her, hoping that she could see what the crystal pony had in mind for her. All she could find though were several chains sparsely laying along the floor attached to rings bolted to the ground, along with several dangling from the ceiling within two sets of tracks, ending with metal cuffs.

"You're doing quite well." Schorl said. "Some girls would have stumbled over their own two hooves several times during a long walk like that. Not to mention that you're still surprisingly composed for somepony in your position."

"A lady must carry a certain level of poise about her at all times." Rarity said, not allowing the situation to get to her. While there were many times in her life that the unicorn had been forced into a situations that had upset her or caught her off guard, she had found as long as she had adequate time to prepare for something she could handle any anything. It was a skill she required, as a mare who aspired to be among the the best Equestria had to offer.

"Of course, but at the moment you are not a 'lady', you are a slave and I expect you to let yourself go a little to immerse yourself in the experience." With that comment Schorl placed her free hand on the leash strap, pushing down on it while raising the hand she had within the leash's loop.

The leash suddenly became taut and Rarity found herself having to bend forward to accommodate the decreasing length. "This is hardly making feel better about being a submissive." She complained.

"Well I wouldn't expect it would," Schorl replied. "You're a dominant, but even so I think you'll find some enjoyment in what I have in store. Now kneel." The white unicorn huffed, but obeyed, carefully going to her knees and sitting down on her legs. "Good girl Rarity, now beg."

The unicorn rolled her eyes, but proceeded to curl her already held up arms forward to imitate that of a pleading dog. Allowing herself to get more into the role she then flicked her muzzle up a few times, letting out a slight whine. As Schorl gave her a pleasant smile and a pat on the head, which the unicorn begrudgingly accepted as a sign of approval. Schorl had said that her part of the agreement was to be willing to try what she had to offer and she didn't want her to try and find some sort of loophole to say that she didn't fully hold up her end.

Waiting for Schorl's next order, Rarity watched her pick up one of the chains from the floor before tying the leash she was holding into its last link. Allowing the mare a moment to herself while she went to grab some of the dangling chains. She looked back to the other ponies in the room with them, many of them having become active with the presence of other ponies in the room. They each were near the bars of their cell, on their knees just like the unicorn they were looking at with desire in their eyes.

The first one that caught Rarity's eye was a pegasus stallion to her immediate left. Blonde maned, light blue furred with orange eyes, the male looked over her frame with in a manner that an animal may curiously examine another of its kind that it had just seen for the first time. Rarity could tell it was just an act, that he was playing the part of a pet, but it was still strange to see a pony do. It didn't help that the simply look on his face was accompanied by an increasingly enlarging erection and flared out wings that indicated that he was liking what he saw.

Next she looked to the right of her to see an earth mare wearing a black band around her muzzle. Like the pegasus, she also had a blonde mane, though of a somewhat lighter color, but instead of a blue coat she was brown furred with purple eyes. Rarity found her a bit more like what she expected from a pony that would allow herself to be someone's plaything, pressing herself against the bars that kept her locked away, rubbing her body against the cold iron, and touching herself to excite her erogenous zones by groping her own breast and grinding her clitoris between two of her fingers.

"Settle down pets, this one is not for you." The crystal mare said to the ponies, including the other ones in the cells that Rarity couldn't get a good line of sight into. The ponies all seemed to make their own sounds of dismay at being told that they wouldn't be able to play with the new mare, ranging from whimpers to loud groans expressing their frustration. "Don't be upset, it's not like you won't be able to get some joy from this. Just wait until the guest of honor arrives."

"Guest of honor?" Rarity asked as Schorl brought two chains back to her along the tracks.

"Oh, yes. I wanted to give you the full tour of what slaves do around here." Schorl replied. "Many dominants enjoy sharing their subs with each other, so while I'm going to get you started up there will be another pony coming to finish you off."

"Who?!" Rarity begun to worry. No matter who it was it was going to be embarrassing for her, even more so if it was someone she knew. She could only hope they didn't have loose lips.

"I believe it is somepony you're familiar with." Schorl said, confirming the unicorn's fears. "The moment I posted that you would be available for the evening he jumped on it. I don't even think that he gave anypony a chance to see that it was you on the flyer."

Rarity let out a sigh of relief. When she heard that the crystal mare had posted up something that showed her on it she thought that everyone had certainly seen it. Whoever it was that claimed her deserved her gratitude for not letting anyone else know about this.

"But enough about that, time for the real fun to begin." said Schorl, having brought four of the ceiling chains over to the bound mare. With a glow of the crystal mare's horn, the shackles and cuffs binding Rarity popped off, allowing her to put her tired arms down.

"Real fun? I assume you mean sex..." Rarity said indignantly, suspecting from the start that part of the reason Schorl had subjected her to this was so the crystal pony could derive pleasure from her.

"Not quite," replied Schorl, "Not yet at least. You'll have to get ready first." Looking over the still kneeling mare. "Speaking of, you're still missing something."

Rarity kept a close eye on Schorl as she went to one of the cells, telling its occupant "Present your horn". The unicorn inside obeyed, poking its horn out between the metal bars and revealing that it bore a black ring around its base. She continued to observe in silence as Schorl placed her fingers around the ring and lit up her horn once more, surrounding the black band in a dark purple glow before removing it. This confirmed to Rarity what exactly the band was.

A magic restraint ring made of a material that absorbed magic like a sponge would water. Such an item was usually a tool of law enforcement to help with the detainment of unicorns, but there were many seedy stores that sold them for purposes more suited for the Society.

The way it functioned was brilliant too. The rings would suck in magic and latch onto any source of it. The more powerful the source was, the harder it would pull and the harder it would be to get off. Since it was practically impossible for a unicorn to stop producing magic one couldn't simply remove the rings by hand. Either a special magic producing item sold with it or another unicorn to assist in its removal was needed.

Rarity herself had a fairly embarrassing incident with one such ring once, putting it on thinking it was just a pretty accessory. When she noticed that she no longer had access to her magic she paniced, desperately trying to cast spell after spell. It took over an hour for her to finally calm down enough for someone to be able to remove it. She had never wanted to see one ever again, and now Schorl was coming directly to her with one in hand.

"Judging by the look on your face, I can guess you know what this is." Schorl watched Rarity nod her answer. "Then you know what I want you to do." She said, presenting the ring.

The white unicorn snatched the ring from the crystal pony. "Hmph! If it weren't for our deal..." She said in complaint, sliding the ring on her horn without hesitation, instantly she felt the unnervingly familiar feeling of losing her magic power.

"Yes, yes, I know this is mostly under protest," Schorl replied, using her telekinetic magic to grab Rarity's collar and guide her to her feet. "But that is part of the fun. Now if you would please cooperate with me to get you in place."

Rarity went over to the crystal mare, the chain attached to her leash allowing her to get just far enough to reach them, and brought her arms up to the hanging shackles. "Like this?" She asked, unsure of exactly what the other mare wanted, since she took the time to get four chains.

"That is fine." Schorl said, locking the shackles into place. "Though I will need a bit of assistance with this next part." Without giving Rarity time to question what she meant, Schorl crouched down to grab her legs. With a hard pull the unicorn was taken off her hooves, the entirety of her body weight shifting to her wrists.

"Ow!" Rarity yelled. "That hurt me!"

"Sorry," Schorl apologized, "Try grabbing the chains and lifting yourself up to ease the strain."

Following the advice Rarity gripped the chains and pulled with all her might to ease the strain placed on her wrists. Now that she was helping to lift much of her body weight Schorl easily picked up her legs and soon the remaining shackles were placed tightly around her ankles. As the crystal mare moved away Rarity could feel that her entire body was now hanging, suspended face up off the ground by her arms and legs, her appendages spread apart and her exposed ass and pussy pointing right for the door.

"There we go," said Schorl, going in between Rarity's legs to remove the whirring rod inside her, which Rarity was glad for as it was starting to bother her to the point of getting her lower lips moist. Even a lady had her limits. "Now if I am right... the pony we are expecting should be here any time n-"

Just then a knock came to the door, as if on cue. "And there we go. I do so love a punctual stallion. Come on in! The door is unlocked!"

The door came open and Rarity's curiosity got the better of her. Lifting her head, she looked through the valley of her breasts, watching the door slowly becoming ajar. Her eyes narrowed, the sight she saw filling her with dread. That pure white fur, the light blue eyes, and the flowing, dark blonde mane. Of all the possible ponies that it could've been, why did it it have to be him?

Author's Note

Today's guest background ponies are Cerulean Skies and Sunny Smiles.

Next week some sexy bits. Hope you all enjoy.

Chasing the Fantasy

Chiming chains rapidly hit against one another as Rarity, bound and suspended off the ground by her arms and legs, struggled vainly to escape. Before her, eying up her nude, vulnerable body, was perhaps the worst possible pony to find her in such a precarious position.

"Why Miss Rarity, I never thought that I'd see a side of you quite like this." said a pure white unicorn stallion that had only just entered the room mere seconds ago. Running a hand through his glorious mane, Prince Blueblood stepped closer to get a better look at the mare that would be providing entertainment for him that evening.

With the stallion inspecting her body like some sort of prize, the unicorn became very self conscious. She could feel her heart rate increase, as well as her breathing pace as her chest went up and down with each powerful inhale and sequential exhale.

Rarity once had a crush on Blueblood, that was until the night she had first met him in person. That night, at the Grand Galloping Gala, the stallion showed her around Canterlot Castle, and in the process showed her how much of an egotistical narcissist he was. By the time she had left the party she was so disgusted with him that she never wanted him to be in her presence ever again.

"Giddilee, just take a look at this mare." Said Blueblood, still keeping his eyes locked on Rarity. "Now this is a woman, a perfect complement to a stallion such as I. Why can't you match up to her?"

Rarity, curious to whom the stallion was speaking, searched the room till she found a yellow female unicorn with poofy, pink hair that was shutting the door. "Um soowy masur." The mare mumbled in apology, Rarity seeing why as she turned to face her. There was a leather bag being held in this new mare's muzzle by its hand straps, despite the unicorn's hands being free.

"Blueblood...." Rarity said in a hateful tone, still flustered by the appearance of the prince but having now stopped her struggling. "I see that you're as obnoxious as ever."

Her words made Blueblood furrow his brow for a second before returning to his smug expression. "Still have that temper about you, I see. That's fine, I actually find that amusing. Sets you apart from the rest." Snapping his fingers, the mare identified earlier as Giddlilee rushed to his side, opening her mouth a bit to let one strap from the bag she was holding fall out. "There are so many mares out there, looking for their prince that will sweep them off their hooves and give them the privileged life they think that they so deserve."

Rarity was taken aback by his statement, since it had once applied to her so well.

Blueblood didn't even notice this however, too concerned with himself to pay attention as he searched through the bag in Giddlilee's mouth. "You wouldn't believe the things a mare will put themselves through just to get a taste of that fantasy. By the time I reached adulthood, I had already encountered more potential partners than I could count and learned how easily their desires could be used to my advantage." He said, pulling out a pair of blue gloves.

"You say that as if it's something to be proud of." Rarity said with detest.

"Proud of? I wouldn't go that far," The stallion said slipping the gloves over his hands. "But it's nothing to be ashamed of either. If a love struck mare wanted to do my homework for a few sweet words whispered in her ear, or go out of their way to make my life easier just to spend a moment in my presence, who am I to deny them? Once I went into adulthood though, I found the true extent mares would go to keep their fantasy alive, how far they would chase their dreams."

"And you're fine with just taking advantage of them like that?" Rarity replied.

"Actually..." A voice interrupted, not allowing the stallion to respond. Looking to its source Rarity saw Schorl, having forgotten that the crystal mare was in the room since she was so intently focused on Blueblood. "I don't see an issue with what he's saying. The truth is that some ponies want to be taken advantage of. They don't see anything wrong with offering themselves to somepony else if they, in turn, get what they desire out of it." Schorl brought a finger to her lip and thought for a moment before continuing. "Rarity, have you ever overcharged for one of your dresses?"

"No, of course not!" Rarity rebutted, taking a bit of offense at the accusation.

"And I believe you. I'm sure that you have never sold a single dress for more than you felt it was worth." Schorl said in a delighted tone. "But now ask yourself this. Has anypony ever come into your shop and not bought anything because the price was too steep?"

Thinking back Rarity could easily say yes to the crystal pony's question. Being that she lived in Ponyville there were plenty of ponies that would enter her shop out of curiosity, only to leave empty-handed when they found out how much a single dress would cost, even though she tried her best to keep them affordable.

"When it comes down to it, everypony must decide what something is worth to them. To some it is a matter of how much they are willing to spend on clothing, to others it's how much they will degrade themselves to find fulfillment. Either way it is the same principle." Schorl said finishing her thoughts.

The point seemed to hit home for Rarity, making her visibly uncertain. Did ponies really look at it in such a way, bartering off their dignity for a few moments of wish fulfillment? It didn't sound too far off from what she had done back at the gala, the only difference being there was a limit to what she had been willing to put up with.

As she dwelled over the thought, she watched as Schorl's horn lit up, becoming covered in the crystal mare's dark purple aura. At first Rarity was curious as to what the crystal mare was up to, but then she felt a sudden shock go directly into her stomach. Letting loose a yelp, the unicorn mare looked at the spot where the pain originated, expecting that Schorl had conjured up a small storm cloud or something similar. What she saw instead was Blueblood's gloved hand hovering over her body.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I would rather Miss Rarity focus on me." The stallion said, bringing his hands together in front of him before rubbing them against one another vigorously.

Rarity couldn't believe what she was seeing as the glove on Blueblood's left hand began to spark to life with electrical energy, small volts jumping off it until he stopped. Separating the two gloves from each other, the stallion brought his hand down on the bound mare's breast, sending a stronger jolt than before directly into her.

The mare clenched her teeth and arched her back while pulling up on the chains that held her aloft out of reflex, pushing herself into Blueblood's grasp. The voltage was harsh, but bearable, causing the mammary to sting and tingle. She had never felt a pain quite like this before, the sensation being unpleasant and yet somehow exhilarating. As the glove's charge faded her body relaxed, the female unicorn panting as she recovered.

"That was a nice reaction," Blueblood said, passing his glove along Rarity's body. It lightly brushed her fur, and in turn sent a wave of gentle volts down the path the hand traveled. "But then I doubt you've done something like this before. Nothing quite like the first time."

"W-what is that?" Rarity asked as she did her best not to focus on the currents flowing through her.

"This little thing?" Blueblood replied, running his hand along the female's inner thighs. "Just something the Society had to offer that fit me like... well a glove. Along with their ability to conduct static electricity they make it so I don't have to worry about touching anything filthy." The stallion removed his hand and scowled. "You might recall my hatred of dirt, seeing as you ruined my good tuxedo at the gala."

Rarity gulped at his change tone with his last sentence. She did remember splattering him with the remnants of a cake in a fit of anger.

Blueblood's scowl gave way to a smile at her response. She knew what she did wrong and how much trouble a second of unladylike behavior had gotten her into. Truth be told, if the stallion had his way Rarity would've been his slutty, obedient pet long ago when he first joined the Society.

There were plenty of mares who could fit the role of his fuck toy, so many that if Blueblood wanted he could have a new girl every night for a year and still have leftovers. He even tested the theory once and bedded a new mare each evening for three months straight, after making them "prove themselves" by doing something degrading at his request, until he was confronted by his aunt about leading women on. It didn't make him stop, not completely, but it did make him more cautious with how he went about it.

When it came down to it though, no mare compared to the one chained up before him. Fleur De Lis came close, but she was spoken for and was far too sadistic for the stallion's taste in mares. Giddilee certainly didn't measure up, being just a simple teacher that he had go through the Crystal Heart Ritual just because he could. Even the purple alicorn princess that had until recently been his sweet aunt's bitch was nothing when put next to the mare that finally got fed up with him. The sheer audacity of her actions that night, combined with the thrill of challenge, filled his mind with thoughts that tantalized him to no end.

To own this woman, to break her to his will, make her know that she was nothing save for a pleasant accessory to reflect his own glory. If he used Schorl's ritual to acquire her crystal heart he could do that with ease, his every wish being her command. He dreamed of having her in his room, crawling on hands and knees in nothing but a diamond studded collar that he had already picked out for her, begging and pleading to have the privilege of supplying him with pleasure. Never again would she be given any form of dignity as he would have her do any and every depraved thing that he could think of and subject her to sexual tortures that would break her down till nothing of her former self remained. Equestria be damned, he would get what he wanted.

That is, if it wasn't for the crystal bitch and her rules. She had so many for members to follow, from not scarring up the slaves to allowing them a minimum allotment of four hours rest a day, despite the sleep deprivation making ponies more malleable. Rarity was also protected by these rules, being that she was a potential member and under no circumstances were members, even those not officially initiated, allowed to be pursued for enslavement. As if that wasn't irritating enough, the rules hindered the prince from fully exploring the extents of his desires.

Once Blueblood wanted for one of his slaves, some earth pony mare who at the time had just came of legal age and had fawned over him for some time before, to have his name tattooed across the front of her neck since he never intended to have the mare that no one of importance would miss, see the light of day again, wanting her to be kept in the Society's kennels and treated like an animal for even considering that she deserved to be near him, and he would've gladly paid any price the satisfaction of deciding her fate in such a manner.

Schorl refused to do it though, saying that it is not the intent of the Society to break ponies in such a fashion. She went on and on about how it was an owner's duty to care for a slave and that while they are entitled to do what they wish to those they owned, that it should never come at the expense of the slave's mental or physical health. It was like being lectured by Aunt Celestia all over again, except by a pony who inspired much less command than the ruler of Equestria. In the end she did allow a few concessions though, having the tattoo granted except that it was placed on her back just above her rump, and that she was allowed to stay at the Society for extended periods of time, so long as she was allowed to send messages back to her family, given proper exercise and nutrition, and days to go out escorted.

But with this compromise came a warning, that he should should tone down his fantasies a bit lest he break the rules she had set in place and find out what happens to members that do. It infuriated him, almost as much as Rarity herself had, but he had to admit that perhaps he had gone a bit farther with the idea than necessary. He may have used mares even before he became a member, but it was always in simpler ways. However, joining the Society seemed to bring out a desire to want more from those he took advantage of. Even so, as a noble he knew the benefits of showing restraint, hiding one's true nature, and most of all allowing others to think you are loyal to their cause.

"Lady Tourmaline, get Miss Rarity primed as I ready myself for her body." The stallion said before turning to Giddlilee. "And you, it's time for you to prove your worth once more. Set the bag down and let's see if you do better than last time." Hearing her master's command Giddilee dropped down to her knees and bent over to place the item in her mouth on the floor, not bothering to get back up as she knew exactly how she was to prove herself.

At the same time, Schorl walked along Rarity's side, running a hand on the bound pony's body, listening to the mare's whimpers and her fingers brushed against sore flesh. "Yes my prince, I gladly obey." The crystal mare said with a hint of pride in her voice.

Rarity was a little confused. She thought that Schorl was the one in charge here, yet the way she spoke it seemed that Blueblood had some pull over her. She wanted to ask why, but her mind was distracted by the pain of her shocked skin and aching appendages as gravity and her reactive pulls against her bonds during Blueblood's initial abuse had strained her untrained muscles. The only thing that escaped her lips were small moans as her discomfort took precedence.

Making her way to the other end of the female unicorn, Schorl was pleasantly surprised when she looked in between the mare's legs. "It seems that she's started without me." The crystal pony said, sliding a finger across Rarity's soft mound.

Watching Schorl lift her hand back up, Rarity could see her fingers covered in some clear fluids, her cheeks turning red at the sight of it. She knew exactly what it was and what it meant; Blueblood's electrically charged touches had excited her body somehow. She wasn't sure how, she wasn't much for pain when it came to sex, or at least she never thought she was. To be fair she had tried things like being paddled in the past, but that never seemed to do it for her and because of that she never explored it further.

"It doesn't matter, watching you play with her will amuse me." Blueblood said, looking through his bag again. "And so far she has been good so a reward is in order."

"You're right my prince, she has earned something nice for not raising complaints." Schorl bent herself over, propping herself up by placing her hands on Rarity's legs, and placed her face in front of the mare's crotch. Pushing Rarity's legs farther apart, she opened her mouth wide and let out her tongue.

As the sensation of the crystal pony's tongue flicking across her sensitive lower lips hit Rarity, she found herself unable to hold still, the gentle pleasurable sensations tickling her to the point that her body had lost any control without intense thought to restrain herself. She didn't mind it too much, as this was at least better than being zapped, and the light rubbing of wet flesh against her nethers made her resistance weaken as wave after wave of good feelings overcame her.

It felt like Rarity's body was simply melting away as the crystal mare did her best to cover the lips of the unicorn's privates in her saliva. She was so absorbed in the feelings she didn't even notice as Blueblood pulled out a condom from his bag. Ripping the wrapping off of it, he placed the latex item in Giddlilee's muzzle, in between her lips and her teeth, and once it was in place he undid the button to his pants and pulled down on the zipper to release his organ for the mare.

Allowing the article of clothing to fall to the ground around his hooves, Blueblood revealed his large flesh rod to the awaiting unicorn teacher, giving it a few strokes with his right hand to get it fully erect, his hand almost unable to fully wrap around the appendage. Ponies could say what they will about his attitude, but when it came to his physical prowess everypony knew where they stood with one look of his regal form. Unbuttoning and removing his jacket and undershirt the male unicorn presented himself in all his glory.

At this point even Rarity, occupied with the ever increasing pressure and speed of the crystal unicorn's tongue, had to notice what was happening beside her. Blueblood's body was simply fantastic, outdoing anything she ever imagined during the days of her crush, obviously the product of good breeding. His firm abs and pectorals, muscular, yet not to the point of unattractiveness that she had seen on some ponies. His nicely toned rump, calves and thighs, looking solid as rock. His fur, perfectly kept and of the purest of white such as her own. This along with his perfect smile, gorgeous mane and tail, light blue eyes and a penis that would guarantee that she would feel every part of it within her own tight tunnel, and even Rarity could feel the fires burn anew inside her once more, the coals of her once dowsed passion for the stallion catching flame again and becoming a roaring flame inside, the fantasy of having his perfection too great for her to resist.

With her ever increasing desire came an increased flow of her female juices, what had started as a slight trickle becoming a steady stream that practically poured down to the floor. Schorl, becoming aware of not only the shower of sexual fluids forming between Rarity's legs but also the heat radiating from her body and the mare's rapidly increasing moans and pants, took this as the sign to go forward with her teasings and shoved snout against her dripping vagina, thrusting her tongue deep inside the passage so that she could further pleasure her captive while drinking in the sweet nectar she was producing.

Rarity screamed, the sudden unexpected invasion of her insides making her flail and jiggle the chains holding her off the ground. What had started off as an ordeal she was just going to push herself through had turned into something surprisingly arousing to the mare. The elevation off the ground gave her an odd sensation of floating, the pain that her wrists and ankles were feeling had faded away at the presence of the ecstasy that filled her very core. She didn't wonder how this had come about, how she could go from being completely opposed to wanting to have more. Instead she just let the feelings take her and guide her body, giving up all resistance if only for this one time and releasing herself in a powerful climax, which the crystal pony gladly took into her mouth and allowed to flow down her gullet, gulping it down it as her very life depended on it.

The stallion standing aside this act of lust was amused by how quickly Rarity's opinion of the situation seemed to change. If this was the level of her resistance then she would be an easier conquest than he had imagined, if only he was given the freedom to claim her. Enjoyment gave way to frustration as the reality that she was just out of grasp set in. His fantasy would only be granted to him this night, that is if Schorl got what she wanted, and that was something he couldn't stand. Taking Giddilee's mane in his left hand, sending the lightest of shocks into her as the glove went through her hair, he pulled her towards him and forced her lips to wrap around the bulbous tip of his cock, the condom in her mouth sliding and unfurling over the sexual organ as he pushed inside and down her orifice.

Giddilee didn't even have time to make a sound as her esophagus filled with the prince's meat, her neck bulging out to show its process down the passage. She looked up at her master, the one who she had submitted to in hopes that she could be part of his world, to live the dream so many like her had dreamed of, hoping to see just a bit of kindness or mercy in the eyes of the one who owned her in every sense of the word. What she saw was his cruel smile as he shoved her to the hilt of his shaft, which only made her feel that she was somehow to blame for this. It was hard not to when the one that almost literally held her heart in his hand constantly berated her for not being good enough, that she was only kept around to accentuate his own naturally perfect qualities by the contrast.

"You don't get off till you count to thirty Giddilee." The stallion said, holding her in place as she struggled only slightly to make room for her to breath.

The mare knew what he meant, they had done this test before. Concentrating on the task placed before her, her own panic giving way to the power of the enchantment placed on her, she lifted her hands up, lifting each finger one by one to reach the goal set for her.

She had to go slow, Blueblood in the past told her to savor the flavor of his stallionhood and the feeling of it being where it rightfully belonged. To count too fast meant that she didn't appreciate the honor she was being given, at least that is what he told her, thus what could be done in seconds would stretch to a minute or more. She could feel her gag reflex kick in before the first finger was up, her throat spasming in attempt to remove the obstruction which only served to enhance the experience for her owner, but his grunts and satisfied expressions told her that despite how harsh his words were towards her he really did love her, at least that was what she took from it.

Giddilee soon felt herself get pulled off the stallion's girth, coughing as her lungs filled with fresh air. The latex wrapping around his cock was now completely wet with her spit, a small thread of drool hanging off of it that led back to her muzzle. She then felt the gratifying feeling of her master's hand patting her on the head. "That was good Giddilee, you've shown yet again that you're worth keeping around." His words brought joy to the mare, she had completed her task and was worthy in his eyes and that gave her what she needed. For a teacher, even one that taught at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, this was more than she could've ever expected.

Separating from his slave Blueblood went over to the true object of his desire. It was time for him to satisfy his hunger, at least with a small taste of what could be. "Lady Tourmaline, remove yourself from the whore."

Schorl did as she was told, taking her lips away from Rarity's wanting slit. While she could've done without the the poor remark towards the potential member, the mare was currently in the role of a slave and she was too engrossed in her own lust to notice. "Just remember the rules my prince." She warned, knowing how far he could go if unchecked.

Rubbing his hands together to make another charge he only replied by saying "Don't worry, I'll take it easy." before using his glove to once more send a jolt into Rarity's body, this time aiming it into her sopping wet pussy.

The shock brought Rarity out of her orgasm induced daze and back to the real world, though not in the manner she would think such a thing would. It wasn't the pain that returned her awareness, more so the mixture of it with the pleasure she already felt. It was something new and wonderful to her and it demanded her attention. When she saw that Blueblood was the one that caused it she felt a similar odd sensation cover her being as the disgust she knew she should feel mixed with the lust that she did feel. She wanted him away from her, but at the same time desired him more than anything.

As Blueblood gripped her around the waist, she could tell that whatever she wanted didn't matter, he was the one in control. She could just say no, tell Schorl that she wanted out of the deal to prevent him from having his way with her, but after all she had already gone through, it seemed like a waste and she still had Coco to worry about. Like it or not, however unsure which side of the fence she fell on, that she had to endure what was about to come.

The stallion positioned his throbbing dick at the mare's dirty opening, rubbing it a few times along the slit before pushing himself into it. The contortions Rarity made as he relentlessly entered her made the stallion very pleased with himself. This was a long time coming, if only she had put up with him that night at the palace, he would've fucked her and then tossed her out the next morning without a care. As the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her womb, threatening to poke inside as his crotch pressed against hers, he had to admit that this was much more invigorating than a simple one night stand.

Rarity, likewise, felt incredibly thrilled by the detestable stallion taking her, filling her tunnel completely and stretching her out farther than she had ever been. It felt even better as he begun to fuck her, pulling out as far as his hips would allow before slamming inside her, which caused her entire body to shake and her chains to rattle. The animosity the two bore to one another only heated the passion the two felt and Rarity could feel herself moving her own hips against his motions to increase her pleasure. It was perhaps the best sexual experience she ever had up to that point. Her clenching pussy agreed as she hit another powerful climax, a loud, lovely moan escaping her lips and filling leaking out into the halls outside of the room.

Feeling the already tight space grip around him, Blueblood came hard inside the mare, the condom thankfully holding despite the quantity of cum he shot out. It was much faster of a release than her had expected, but it still satisfied him immensely. Pulling himself out, he left the filled condom inside and backed away, taking in the sight of the mare, limply hanging in her bliss. This couldn't be just a one time thing. He had to have more, he had to think of some way to keep Rarity under his control.

Schorl, however, was interested in something else as she watched Rarity enjoy herself, something that was left behind by the stallion. She went to the female unicorn and pulled out the filled rubber, the transparent latex forming a ball of semen at its end. "What do you think you're doing with that?" Blueblood asked in between pants.

"Just showing my appreciation to one of your stature, my prince." Schorl said, walking to Rarity's head. Before Blueblood could ask what she meant, the crystal pony tilted her head back and opened wide, pouring the creamy fluids into her mouth. The stallion watched in amazement as she shut her muzzle, allowing the last drops spill on her face, and swirled it around with her tongue, her cheeks bulging on from her moving it from side to side. Finally she lifted Rarity's head in her hands and brought her lips to the nearly comatose unicorn, kissing her deeply and shooting the jism from her mouth into that of the other mare's.

Rarity could feel something flow inside her muzzle, barely recognizing the salty flavor of the substance. All she knew was that something was being put in her mouth and that there was a lot of it, so much that if she didn't do something it would block the passage to her lungs. Reflexively, she swallowed the liquids and when she was sure that the flow of it had stopped she let herself have some much deserved rest.

Rarity's eyes shot open, her body sitting up straight as she picked herself off the ground. Her entire body was sore and she was disorientated, but she felt good despite the circumstance. Her time at the bottom left a lasting impression on her, one she wouldn't forget soon. She could see now what Coco could see in all this, the thrill and excitement of someone having power over you, but even though she could understand, she still didn't feel that this was the kind of place the young, dependent pony should be. Wherever she was, she had to find Schorl to make sure she knew she was still against the idea. She didn't have to look far, hearing the sounds of sex nearby. Schorl and Blueblood were just mere feet away, still in the same room in which the stallion had fucked her, enjoying each others company in the same physical manner that she had earlier.

Schorl was pressed against the bars of one of the room's cells, Blueblood's full length buried in her ass while Giddilee was crouched down in front of her, licking furiously at the crystal mare's vagina. Rarity could feel her embarrassment rise again, watching the three other unicorns go at it, now over the lust that filled her earlier.

"Ah... ahh! ugh! GAAHH!" Schorl cried out as Blueblood plowed into her. That was until she spotted that her guest had awakened. "Oh! Ah! Miss Rarity, AH! You're awake!" She said, not bothering to remove herself from the act. "Did you... aaagggghhh... enjoy yourself?"

Rarity nodded, she had no reason to deny the truth, even if it made her feel a bit dirty.

"Well good... because, ah! Blueblood and I were talking." Said Schorl.

"Talking?" Rarity replied.

"Yes," She said, the stallion pulling out of her to let her talk without being distracted. "About your time here. We both felt that in order to make sure your experience of the Society is fully realized we're changing your schedule a little. From this point on, only your even days will you be treated as a dominant."

"My even days? What do you mean?" Asked Rarity.

"I mean that tomorrow, on day two, you'll be able to act like the dominant I think you are. The day after that you'll be back down at the bottom, and Blueblood here will act as your master." Rarity couldn't believe what Schorl was saying, she had thought that she would only have to do this one time and to have Blueblood as her master.... she wasn't sure if she could handle that. But even that didn't compare to what Schorl had to say next. "That way if you decide you want to stay with The Society afterwards, you can chose to be a become one of the dominants.... or,” Schorl said slowly with a sadistic smile, “You could stay as one of the slaves."

Author's Note

Today's background pony is Giddilee, who is our first pony from the IDW comics.

The Whitetails

Rarity stepped briskly down the halls of the Society’s club, showing a confidence that she hadn’t the day before. It was funny how a day of degradation could put things in perspective.

After being informed of the alteration in her schedule she found out that her day had only begun, and Blueblood was not even remotely done with his new plaything. Until night fell the the stallion took his time putting Rarity though the wringer, not letting anything deter him from taking pleasure from the mare. The unicorn mare was made to do more unique and kinky things in one night than she had done before in her entire life. From more hardcore activities, such as being hung upside down by her ankles while she took his stallionhood into her throat, the prince making his best attempt to shove the piece of meat into her stomach, to more subtle methods of asserting his dominance, like using her as a hoofrest as Giddilee rode his cock.

The prince, simply put, was a beast, savagely using and defiling her body in ways she couldn’t have even imagined before having done it first hand. His aggressive behavior didn’t change her opinion of his personality one bit, but there was a certain perverse pleasure that could be derived from being ravaged by a guy she despised that she couldn’t deny. It was like her revulsion brought up a burning fire of emotion that only intensified the act to a level that consumed the mare.

While Blueblood had obviously done it all to degradate her in some misguided attempt at revenge for what she had done to him in the past, the actual results were quite the opposite. To have been put through everything the stallion could think of, only to wake up the next morning feeling rejuvenated save for a few sore muscles, it was empowering. Rarity felt like she could take on the world, starting with a particular crystal unicorn.

Making it to a room she was instructed to report to in order to start that day’s trial, Rarity set her horn aglow to open the door and entered without a moments pause in her stride. “I’m here!” The unicorn announced proudly into the darkness surrounding her, ready to take on whatever challenge awaited. She wasn’t disappointed as a single, dangling ceiling light sprung to life, shining down on her opponent, the crystal mare Schorl Tourmaline, as well as her minotaur bodyguard.

“Miss Rarity, welcome back.” Said Schorl, sipping a drink from a teacup. “You are energetic today.”

The white unicorn was unimpressed, after yesterday she expected some dramatic flare from the mare and this venue was a pale comparison to Schorl’s Crystal chamber. The light also did a poor job concealing the other intended surprises the crystal mare had in store, as Rarity could spot several pony silhouettes just beyond the shadows.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” said Rarity, portraying disinterest, “But these theatrics are just delaying things.”

Schorl looked up from her glass. “Miss Rarity, theatrics are part of all we do here. One way or another, everything we do is set up and staged in order to meet the preferences of our members. It’s necessary for achieving a fantasy that would normally be unattainable.”

“Yes, but that only works if your audience doesn’t see through the facade.” Using her horn, Rarity grabbed the light above the crystal mare, redirecting it to the closet shrouded figure. What she uncovered almost made her drop the light and stole the confidence she had.

Suri was there, grinning back at the startled mare devilishly. She didn’t say anything, not a single mocking or backhanded word. The earth pony didn’t have to. The blue maned, cream colored mare lovingly licking at her exposed sex said it all.

“I… but…” Rarity stammered as she tried to recover.

“Like I was saying, everything is carefully planned and staged.” said Schorl, taking another sip of her drink in the darkness. “Lights please.”

At the crystal mare’s command the room illuminated, revealing all that inhabited it. Aside from Schorl herself there were at least a dozen other ponies, Suri and Coco included. The were composed of six pairs, one pony sitting in a chair while another was knelt down next to them, silently satisfying them orally.

Rarity’s previous bravado vanished in the presence of all these ponies staring at her treating her attendance in this like nothing. While she didn’t recognize many of them, Rarity could tell they were powerful and important members of high society from the clothing they wore and their perfectly kept manes and fur.

“So this is the new one,” Stated a beige pegasus mare, “She’s not exactly how you described her. All it took was one look from Suri and she goes all timid.”

“Please Miss Whiplash, the Society intimidates everypony at first. You were all introduced to like this when I first met you, and everyone of you started slowly” Schorl said placing her cup on the arm of her seat.

“But it seems some of us much slower than others, Lady Tourmaline.” said Suri.

The group of dominants gave a round of dry laughter to what Suri said, leaving Rarity looking confused as she didn’t really get the joke. She was the punchline, that much she understood, it was the context that escaped her. Was it just because of her inexperience?

Rarity stood up straight and puffed out her chest, determined to reassert herself in front of the members of the Society. If she was going to get through this she couldn’t show fear. “Am I going to be mocked all day today, or are we going to continue this?”

“My apologies, sometimes my colleagues take things a bit too far.” Schorl shifted her gaze to the giant minotaur aside her. “Sartek, if you would please go get Miss Rarity’s entertainment. It is unfitting for a dominant to be without a submissive in the confines of our organization,”

Sartek returned the glance for a split second, “I’ll be back soon.” Making his way to the exit, the minotaur made the floor shake with each heavy hoofstep, causing Rarity to stumble as he passed by her, so much so that the unicorn found it difficult to keep her footing and could only regain her balance once he was completely outside of the chamber.

“Well he certainly likes to throw his weight around.” Rarity commented aloud.

“He’s good at his job, which is to be threatening.” Schorl explained, “As much I trust those that use my facilities, sometimes certain ponies need a reminder that there are rules to be followed here. Sartek is a constant reminder of that fact.”

“What are the ponies here doing that warrants such an effective reminder?” Rarity asked, once more assuming the worst of not only Schorl, but the other dominant members of the Society.

“Miss Rarity, when one runs an establishment like mine they have to take into account the many kinds of accidents that can happen,” Schorl replied, making her serious attitude towards the topic known, “But accidents can be prevented if one is reminded of what the consequences are.”

Rarity didn’t have to be told what the accidents the crystal mare was speaking of were, she could make an educated guess based on all the things Blueblood had done to her. If not for her own sexual prowess she could’ve easily strained her body so much that she couldn’t walk for days. Even something as simple as the prince’s statically charged glove had the potential to cause serious damage if abused, which was all the more reason to get Coco away from the Society.

Allowing herself to adapt to the prying eyes of the members, her discomfort slowly subsided, even as the submissive ponies licking at the privates of their respective dominants brought them to orgasm. It was all about getting herself in the right mindset, letting herself acknowledge that in this place what was socially acceptable and what was taboo were entirely different from what it was outside the building’s doors.

To these mares and stallions having someone watch you as another ponies licked your clit or sucked your cock was no different from if one watched them read the morning paper, or at least that is what she believed they felt. “It must build confidence.” Rarity thought, seeing this as a way to put things in perspective. What was talking to a board meeting full of ponies when you had a crowd watch you plow a mare the night before?

As her own discomfort faded away with the rationalization of what was going on here, some of the ponies were beginning to become restless and impatient, Sartek having been gone for some time now and leaving Rarity to just stand there to wait for what Schorl had in store. “Lady Tourmaline,” One of the stallions, a pegasus, finally spoke up. “Your pet project here is nice, but you promised us something that would blow us away. If this mare is it then she is failing to impress.”

While Rarity wasn’t really trying to impress the stallion, or anyone else in the room, she took offense at what he said. Who was he to judge her when she was suppose to be here as a guest, and what was that about being Schorl’s “pet project”. The crystal unicorn’s goal was to have her join the Society, but that didn’t earn her such a disrespectful title.

“What you’ve all been waiting for should be here any second now,” Said Schorl, “And then you’ll also see Miss Rarity show exactly how worthy of your attention she is.”

“Hmph,” The pegasus huffed, placing his hand in the mane of the unicorn licking at his penis. “That’s enough, I don’t want to be distracted when the show starts.”

Rarity watched as the other members followed the actions of the pegasus, making their own submissives cease their pleasant lickings and sit at attention, which only increased the number of eyes directly looking at her. Of all the things she thought that she would be doing here the last thing she had expected to do was perform sexual acts for the amusement of other ponies. Well, no, the last thing she had expected was to be treated as a slave for a day, have Prince Blueblood fuck her silly, and end up enjoying it. This came at a very close second though.

Eventually the merciful sound of the room’s door opening sounded, breaking the ever increasing tension. Relieved, Rarity turned to face the returning minotaur and see what he had returned with. She expected it to be a submissive mare or stallion, her only question being whether she was being paired up with a pegasus, unicorn or earth pony. What she saw instead was something different altogether.

Two creatures, one obviously male, his penis unsheathed and exposed to everyone in the room, while the other displayed more feminine features, her small breasts and attractive shapely hips swaying with each step she took, were brought into the room by the minotaur, who held chains in his hands that connected to metal rings clasped tightly around the two creatures’ necks. The two had brown pelts that turned white as they reached their fronts, the white fur starting at around their necklines and traveling down inbetween their crotches. Their forms were sleek and slender, unlike most ponies she had ever encountered, and their heads both had two small protrusions that looked like small horns.

The minotaur stopped a few steps away from Rarity, making the two creatures stop right behind him as well. “These will be your playthings for this evening. Don’t bother taking it easy on them, they know their purpose and will gladly comply to your every desire.”

The introduction of these odd creatures made the others in the room look on in awe, uncertain of what had been brought before them. The pegasus from before was the first to speak on the matter. “Lady Tourmaline, what in equestria are these?”

“They are just another species, no different from a pony or a gryphon.” Schorl stated, “They call themselves ‘Whitetails’, though they are more commonly known as deer. They aren’t from Equestria and outside of the Society you’d be more likely to see a zebra than one of them. However they are a very sexual race and their homeland is where we get our passion fruit.”

“Wait a minute,” A female unicorn said, “I thought that passion fruit came from an island called Minopolis.”

“It does, but the deer are residents of that island. They and the minotaur share a symbiotic relationship there and it is the reason that Sartek here has been able to acquire these two to act as example today of things to come.”

“Things to come, eh?” An earth pony mare said, looking over the handsome, if timid looking buck with hungry eyes, “I like the sound of that.”

While the other ponies were ecstatic with the idea of this new, exoctic race to amuse their desires, Rarity was just trying to understand the situation she was in. “Schorl, what are these two doing here?”

“It should be fairly obvious Miss Rarity, they are what you’re to indulge yourself with as part of our agreement,” The crystal mare replied, “To fulfill your end today, all you have to do is bring these deer to climax, a simple task if you allow your inner dominant to be free from its restraints.”

So that was it. These two creatures, of a race which she had never encountered before now, were going to be her ‘test’. Schorl was going to have her do something sexual with them, have her explore their bodies in a way that would show them off in front of the audience she had formed, while at the same time force her to act in the manner that Schorl was convinced was her “true self”. It was deplorable, but as it stood Rarity couldn’t refuse as it would be admitting defeat.

Yet the unicorn mare was taking far too long to begin, still unsure if she was capable of even pretending she was the kind of mare who could just casually have sex with a complete stranger. Blueblood was one thing, they at least had a history together, but outside of blatant curiosity Rarity had no reason to want to have sex with or otherwise have sexual contact with the deer. The minotaur in front of her could sense her reluctance and didn’t have the patience to let her act on her own accord. If she wasn’t going to make a move, he would.

With the lift of his leg and a flick of his wrist, he stomped down upon the chains acting as leashes for the two deer, forcing them to drop to their knees with a loud yell of discomfort. Then, with a mighty pull, he brought the chain through the space in between his cloven hoof, which in turn forced the two halpless creatures to lower their heads closer and closer to the floor until both their heads were brought close to the much more powerful creature’s calf.

This didn’t sit well with Rarity at all, her concerns being confirmed before her very eyes. If this was how the submissive ponies were treated here then she would have no part of it, as there was no way any creature would consent to such a brutal treatment of themselves. Her anger built up so fast that she could hardly contain it, this had to be put to a stop.

“Schorl!” Rarity yelled as she turned towards the crystal mare, who was still sitting calmly in her seat. “This is not what I agreed to!”

Schorl, breaking her composure for just a moment, flinched at the impact of the other mare’s voice. “Miss Rarity, please restrain yourself. There is no reason to be angry.”

“No reason?! What do you call that?!” Rarity looked back to the deer and pointed at them to indicate the source of her fury, but what she saw made her temper recede and bought about a bit of confusion.

The two deer were not struggling in pain, or afraid for their well being. Instead they were kissing at Sartek’s hoof in a what looked like gratitude, much like she herself had once done to Princess Celestia when the alicorn had allowed her to stay in a room in the castle during a visit to Canterlot. It was odd, to say the least, to see a creature do such a thing after they were treated so poorly, and the only thing Rarity could do was look to Schorl for answers.

“The term is ‘masochism’,” Schorl said to Rarity, “The ability to find gratification in pain and humiliation. We touched upon it before, if you recall. You even partook in the pleasures of it yesterday, with the stallion you were with.”

Rarity had heard of the word before, but had never seen it in person. By all means no one should ever enjoy having themselves drug to the floor by their neck in such a forceful manner, and yet the deer were treating the aggressiveness of the minotaur like a favor. Not only that, but Schorl said that she herself had taking pleasure from a similar thing with Blueblood.

It was true that she had came while being put through things that she would’ve called unpleasant at best, but she wouldn’t say that she enjoyed it. More that the contrast from the painful things Blueblood had done to her made the pleasurable parts feel all the better. Still, the two deer seemed pleased and as long as they were fine with it Rarity couldn’t find room to object.

Schorl was pleasantly amused at the white mare’s doubt, figuring that her attempt to find yet another fault in the Society and failing to be able to back it up once again must’ve gotten to her. It wasn’t like this was some sort of facade, the deer legitimately wanted to be used and abused, long since trained to enjoy the the pain and humiliation that many members of the Society were happy to dish out. If the unicorn was looking for a reason to be upset outside of her own scruples, she would be hard pressed to find it. Schorl had went the measures to assure that.

From the moment that Rarity first left the building, Schorl had moved all slaves that hadn’t undergone the crystal heart ritual to the lower levels in order to make it so one would never have the opportunity to inform her guest of what it was they really did, at least not until the crystal mare thought she was ready. It bothered some of the Society members that they no longer had easy access to their slaves that were still in training, but after a recent incident with a certain grey mare, precautions had to be taken when addressing sensitive matters like this.

“Now…” Sartek said, removing his hoof so he could present the chains to the unicorn mare. “I think it’s about time you showed us all what these two are capable of.”

Rarity took the chains in her hands, uncertain where to even begin. She was told that all she needed to do was make the two deer now in her charge cum to complete her task, which seemed to contradict with her agreement with Schorl to indulge herself. It didn’t matter though, she didn’t expect to find enjoyment with this to begin with. Going over to the creatures, she removed the chains from the collars on their necks and tossed them aside, not liking the look of them herself as they were far too heavy and oppressive for her tastes.

“Hello there... “ Rarity said to them while bent down on her knee, trying to relieve the tension, though it was more her own than anyone else’s. The deer seemed very content to be there on their hand and knees and the other ponies’ curiosity overtook any awkwardness they could have had. “Umm… You have to excuse me, this is my first time doing something like this and all. Maybe we should start by introducing one another. I’m Rarity, and you two are?”

Rarity’s polite behavior towards the two slaves was met with a few groans and chuckles from her audience, but that didn’t stop the male deer from responding to her question. “Mistress Rarity, our names are not important. We are here to serve your needs, you don’t have to worry about comforting us.”

Rarity would have insisted otherwise, but the large minotaur beat her to it. “The pony asked for your name slave,” Before the unicorn could do anything to react to his comment the minotaur sent a solid kick into the buck’s rear, hitting it so hard that it momentarily lifted the back half right off the ground. “Now answer her.”

With a loud moan the buck gave his answer, “Aesop mistress!”

Rarity didn’t try to object this time to the poor treatment of the deer, as she could hear in the sound of his moan that it wasn’t one of pain, but of lust. The trembling of his muscles and the look on his face, especially that toothy, open mouth smile of his, all indicated that he enjoyed that kick much more than he should’ve. But even though the creature found pleasure in the attack, she didn’t want to see that happen again.

“Hey! Back off!” She yelled at the minotaur. “These are my… playthings. At least for now, and I’ll determine how they are treated.”

Sartek gave a snort, “As you wish then, but be quick about it. You’re keeping the others waiting.” With that the minotaur backed away, leaning himself against a nearby wall.

Glad to have the brute a good distance from the deer, she looked over to the female.

“Charis, mistress.” The doe said, certain that was what the unicorn wanted from her.

“Charis, it’s a lovely name,” Rarity complimented, “So I must ask, are you like your… friend here?”

The doe shook her head. “I like a bit of force, but not pure pain like him.”

Glad to hear that, Rarity pondered on how she was going to achieve her appointed task. These creatures weren’t too far from ponies, so they had to be sexually stimulated in similar manners. Perhaps masterbating them would get quick results that would fulfill the requirement Schorl had set forth. She would have to start with Charis first, since she wanted Aesop to recover from the blow he took first.

“Could you please turn around for me Charis?” She asked, the doe doing as she wished without issue, presenting her backside. With her small rump pointed in the unicorn’s direction, Rarity could see that the white fur that went down the front of the deer’s body went through her legs, over her rear, and ended on the underpart of her tiny tail. It was an intriguing fur pattern, especially since pony fur tended to be a solid color.

Turning her attention away from that, Rarity focused on the fleshy mound in between doe’s legs. “I’m going to feel inside you, if that’s ok.” Not thinking it would be an issue, the mare pressed her fingers against the deer’s moist lower lips.

The deer let out a small squeak at the touch, stopping herself from letting loose a squeal of premature joy. She liked to be touched, and unbeknownst to the mare pressing her fingers against the sensitive skin, she hadn’t had contact with other creatures in some time. Even with something so gently as the light pressure she felt was filling her senses to a degree that she couldn’t contain herself. Despite her attempt to resist making sounds of pleasure or letting her body should signs of it this early, there was one expression of her feelings that she couldn’t prevent.

The eyes of every pony in the room began to widen as a wondrous sight unfolded before them. The doe, having only been touched upon a little bit, begun to give a dim, bluish glow all over her. The glow didn’t encompass her whole body, but instead emanated from broad lines and small dots that formed an intricate pattern across her body.

Seeing Charis light up, Rarity backed away from the girl. “W-what is this?” She asked nervously, not sure if this was normal for a deer to do or if she had somehow caused something herself.

“Don’t worry Miss Rarity,” Schorl reassured, “This is a natural thing for them. Just as we ponies have our own magic, so do these creatures, and like our own it comes out when they concentrate on using it or when they are in a state where they can’t control their emotions. Think of it as a sort of magical cutie mark, as each pattern is unique from deer to deer and…. well actually why don’t I let this girl show what she can do herself.”

Schorl reached behind herself and pulled out two items, a decently sized dildo, and a bluish crystal that could fit in the palm of one’s hand. “I hope you don’t mind a small intermission before you get started Miss Rarity, but this is something I’m sure my members have been wondering about for some time.” Bending over to place the two items on the ground, the crystal mare rolled them over to Charis. The doe, seeing the translucent stone, picked it up without a word.

As amazing as it was to see the deer begin to glow before, that sensation of surprise and wonder only grew as the dim light became more and more radiant with her concentration. It only took a matter of seconds before the previously blurred markings became solid lines that seemed to draw in the rest of the light in the room. What was even more amazing to the crowd was what she did next, as she brought the crystal close to her body and embraced it between her breasts. With the stone pressed against her bosom the light from the markings flowed into it, transferring a portion of her magic to the gem.

With the stone now carrying the same glow as her, Charis reached for the phallic sex toy near her leg, opened up the end of it and inserted the rock inside it. The solid rod came to live with the addition of the glowing stone, shaking and trembling wildly in her hand, showing that it was actually a vibrator.

“And there you have it,” Schorl said matter of factly.

“So that’s how you run so many of the devices here without the aid of unicorn magic.” One of the unicorns watching said, rather pleased with finding out that the deer had been supplying a portable and storable power source.

“With the cooperation of these creatures we have an unlimited source of free energy, and all they want in return is to be treated like sex objects. A fair trade I believe.” said Schorl. The other ponies really seemed to like the idea of that, hardly able to keep themselves from barraging the crystal mare with a wave of questions. Those could be saved for later though, for now they only wished to see the creatures in action.

Now that Charis was finished displaying the abilities of her species, and the blue colored markings that had covered her body faded, Rarity’s own bewilderment settled, allowing her to see that it was time to continue. The delay did strike a chord with her though, upsetting her a little as it confirmed that she was just a side part in this event and that from the beginning this had almost nothing to do with her. Even if she really didn’t want to be here the thought of being upstaged and overlooked damaged her ego, and made her feel that it was about time to take action where she had been avoiding it before.

With a swipe of her arm, she snatched the vibrator from the deer, who was distracted by all the other ponies fawning over her and what she could do. “I see that you like to be the center of attention,” Rarity said, allowing herself to show a slight resentment towards the doe. “Then why don’t we give everypony here what they really came to see.”

With another sudden motion, the unicorn grabbed Charis by her collar and, ever so gently, forced her forward so her hands would be placed firmly on the stone floor once more. She might have been jealous of the deer, miffed that something so timid could so easily steal the spotlight from her, but she still didn’t wish her any harm. Just to reaffirm that she was the one in charge here and that if Charis was going to get any attention from those watching them, then it would only be a fraction of Rarity herself would be getting.

“Charis, darling, that is a very lovely trait you Whitetails have,” Rarity said, lightly grazing the jittering rod across the entrance of the doe’s pussy, making it twitch as the promise of pleasure it would bring. This, along with a pleasant gasp followed by some light panting, gave the unicorn no room for doubt. This girl wanted it; she could see the vulnerable slit begin to drip clear fluids right in front of her and the glow that was a tell of her excitement once more grew to a dim light. “I do feel however that you might have been holding back on us. Just how bright do you get exactly?”

The doe was ready to reply, but as her mouth opened a shrill squeal of delight was all that exited as Rarity stabbed the pulsation toy she had into Charis’ awaiting pussy. With the insertion of the phallus came the return of the bright blue light that made her hidden symbols defined. To the mare’s surprise the toy had gotten very little resistance as it slid in, despite its size. She had assumed it wouldn’t have much of an issue, but the ease of which it went into the tight looking slit was amazing. It was like the doe’s vaginal passage had an elasticity to it that simply made room for the object without stretching out a centimeter more, yet it felt like if Charis had to she could take in something much larger.

Rarity, feeling her own desire rise slightly, wanted to test her theory. What was the limits that this girl had pushed herself to in her pursuit of her own lust? The unicorn had to know and that vibrator was only going to be in her way. With a yank and a cry of remorse at the loss of the humming that was inching her towards climax, the drenched passage close back to its default state.

“Mistress…. please… don’t take it away.” Charis begged, looking back to Rarity with a sad look in her eyes, trembling in want of her precious toy.

The look actually made the mare feel guilty, as if she hadn’t been doing her part in all this. After all, Schorl’s idea of “pursuing the fantasy” worked both ways. This doe was here to fulfill her desires as much as anyone else there. It excited her to be at the mercy of another, it was apparently something that she craved if her body language was any indication. Not only that, but she was reminded that there was another that sought her attention, as he was making very loud slurping noises as he sent his tongue wildly over the rod drenched in female juices, having snuck himself behind Rarity as she was preoccupied.

“Oh, poor Aesop, how could I forget about you?” Said the mare, now more willing to satisfy the two deer. “Crawl over next to Charis and present your rump like her. I’ll make sure to make you feel very nice.” Aesop happily did as he was told, allowing Rarity to see his own glowing symbols, which were of a more greenish color and more curved than that of her female counterpart’s design.

Watching the two glowing creatures press their faces to the floor, raising their rumps and lifting their tails to expose themselves, Suri gripped Coco’s hair and pulled it unconsciously. She didn’t like how easily Rarity was adapting to the role of a dominant, she didn’t want the unicorn to be accepted and end up ruining the Society as she had so many other things for her.

The earth mare was so enwrapped with watching her rival’s every move that she didn’t care that her slave was silently crying out in pain from her tugging. It wasn’t like she could make a sound to attract unwanted attention, having to obey an order Suri gave her earlier to stay quiet. She was just out of sight of both Schorl and Rarity and the other members there wouldn’t care even if they saw it. Coco was her slave anyways, hers to do with as she pleased, and her assistant was the perfect stress ball when it came to venting her rage. Not like she hadn’t suffered worse before.

However, right now the cream colored mare’s pain didn’t make her happy, not when it didn’t do anything to make Rarity want to give up this this trial, which would grant her a one way ticket to sexual servitude. What she wouldn’t have given to have gotten to be the bitch’s temporary “owner” instead of the prince and have the chance to break her will. If anyone could break that unicorn whore it was her, or at least that was what she believed.

Not that it was what Schorl wanted anyways, she wanted Rarity to become a loyal member of her club, even though there was every indication that Rarity would never see eye to eye with the views of the Society. But still they were here, wasting time on something that was never going to be, and frankly Suri was no longer amused. Releasing Coco from her grasp, she got up and made her way over to the crystal pony.

“Lady Tourmaline, we really need to talk,” Suri whispered, demanding the mare’s attention.

Schorl looked to the mare, not one to simply ignore one of her members. “Miss Suri… is something the matter?” She asked, keeping her voice low as well, “I hope it’s important, I really need to focus.”

Ready to begin another argument with the leader of the Society, Suri was stopped at the sight of the shimmering horn atop Schorl’s head. She was casting a spell, but as she looked around she couldn’t see any items being floated about. She was casting something other than levitation, the mystery of what that could be making Suri forget all about her protests.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“If you must know…” Schorl replied, turning her gaze back to Rarity, who had proceeded to push the phallic rod she held into the tight anus of the male deer. “I’m helping Miss Rarity to see her dominant side.”

“You’re helping her?” The phrase took a moment to make sense to Suri, but when she came to a conclusion she was hasty to make accusations. “Are you… controlling her mind?!” Suri exclaimed under her breath.

“Not controlling it, just guiding it. Miss Rarity isn’t doing anything she wouldn’t do normally if under the right circumstances.” said Schorl, seemingly trying to justify herself to Suri. “To be exact I’m watching her carefully, keeping track of any rises in her dominant will, and using my magic to make sure those rises stick. What somepony might see as a stray thought can sometimes be their true feelings and ignoring them would be a disservice to one’s self. Better to act on your urges than to lock them away.”

Trying to contemplate what Schorl was saying, Suri thought back to her own first time at the club, how she had been unnerved and shortly had become a very willing participant to the sadism of that many members of the Society celebrated, against what she thought was her better nature. Schorl was there too that day, watching her intently from her own private stall.

“Did you… did you do this to me too?” Suri asked the crystal pony directly.

“Let me answer your question with a question,” Schorl replied, “If I did or if I didn’t, would you say that you are happier with your pet than you were without her?”

Suri didn’t have to think on that, after Coco had left her she had felt she had reached the lowest point of her life. If she had to choose between that and where she was now, she would pick being part of the Society every time.

“Now if you would Miss Suri, go back and keep your slave company so I may concentrate.” Suri backed awake from Schorl at her request, having now been shown exactly how she intended to turn Rarity towards her cause. It still didn’t make her happy, but perhaps if this spell did make Rarity see the views of the Society she might become more tolerable, though Suri doubted it.

Rarity looked over the two submissive creatures while her hands ran over their genitals, stroking the buck’s shaft while simultaneously fingering the doe. They were enjoying themselves immensely, both making noises that were becoming music to Rarity’s ears as Aesop’s cock fully swollen, leaking precum and spasming while his o-ring was stretched around the large vibrator inside him, and Charis was tightly wrapped around the two fingers moving rhythmically in and out of her.

The unicorn thought about how much the doe must’ve extensively trained her body in order to keep her pussy so tight by her own force of will, as her fingers were no match for the rod that was in her before. Like before her curiosity rose at the idea of how much she could take, and for some reason she felt much more willing to explore that curiosity. These two were given to her after all, they were her playthings, openly giving themselves to amuse her. Why Shouldn’t she accept their offer graciously, it would be rude to do otherwise.

Taking her pointer and index fingers out briefly, she did something she had never thought of doing before to any other partner, male or female, and put the tips of all her fingers at the sopping wet mound. For a second she hesitated, thinking that this might be going too far, but then Charis gave her the go ahead by practically screaming at her “Yes! Please!”. With that the doe’s fate was sealed and Rarity proceeded to push her entire hand inside.

The filthy tunnel made a loud sucking noise that sounded like “Ssslllooorrrpppp” as the passage gave just enough to slip the appendage in easily. Rarity, wide eyed as she never thought that it was really possible, pushed deeper and deeper into the girl, wondering just how far she could get inside her. It was as if the hole was trying to swallow her whole, never once giving resistance that would make Rarity think she had gone too far, even as she was reaching a point where her elbow was threatening to follow the rest of her arm inside. All the while Charis’ symbols lighting up much brighter than they had before, stopping just before it became difficult to look at them without hurting the eyes.

It was only when Rarity felt her fingers press against another closed passage inside Charis that she finally stopped, assuming that it was the girl’s cervix. She wanted to to test it too, to see if it was as well trained as the rest of the doe’s sexual organs, but she resisted the urge. It wouldn’t be proper to push one’s self into a woman’s womb the first time you met them, that at least was something Rarity was keeping as a rule for this odd event. But she still needed to push the girl over the edge to climax, and if shoving her arm into the girl’s pussy wasn’t enough then what would do it?

“Cum… please...I want… please… mistress… CUM!” Charis begged between heavy breaths.

Rarity tilted her head at the girl. Was she… asking for permission to allow herself to orgasm? Did she actually have that much control to resist a near elbow deep fisting? “You are allowed to cum as you please Charis.” Rarity said, testing the waters of her assumption, while pulling herself out of the girl.

The moment her arm completely exited, a surge of female ejaculate gushed out of the deer in a figurative tidal wave of fluids. With a full body spasm and a final moan from the doe, she collapsed under the crushing amount of pleasurable feelings, splashing down into a puddle of her own cum.

With the doe now conquered, in a way that somehow elated Rarity despite her earlier protests at methods that would seem to overstep normal boundaries of sexual contact, she looked over to the still unsatisfied buck. She really hadn’t been giving him as much attention as the female deer, something that she could see clearly as his dim glow showed exactly how much he was enjoying himself. She had to rectify that, but it wasn’t going to be easy. She recalled how much a kick to his rump seemed to turn him on, even though at the time he didn’t allow himself to light up like a Hearth's Warming Eve tree. That could just be the difference between the two submissives though, that Charis had better control over her body while Aesop had more control over his emotions.

“Aesop, would you like your mistress to hurt you?” Rarity asked, still not sure about doing something like that herself. But if he wanted it, who was she to deny him.

The buck quivered at the offer, his symbols glowing a little brighter at the promise of pain. “It would please me to no end to suffer for your amusement Mistress Rarity. Do as you please with my body, make me writhe.”

That was all the confirmation she needed, but she still didn’t want to go farther than she needed to and recognizing that Charis wouldn’t allow herself pleasure without it first being granted she made sure not to make the same mistake with Aesop. “Very well, but feel free to cum whenever you feel like it.” She said, much to the buck’s relief.

Once she gave him permission, Rarity got quick onto task. She firmly gripping the male slave’s shaft, as well as wrapped her other hand around the base of his sack to make it so his testicles were pushed up against one another. Even at what seemed to be the deer’s full erection, he was much smaller than what she was familiar with when dealing with stallions. Perhaps smaller was a bit much though, as he the appendage had some length to it, but lacked the “meatiness” that stallions had.

Instead the sex organ was slender in comparison and solid as a rock. She almost thought that it felt like bone underneath a thin layer of flesh, but assumed that wasn’t actually the case. It was also more pointed than a pony cock, the tip coming to a point instead of a bulbous head and it lacked the ring round the middle of the shaft. With how solid it was and the smoothness it had it reminded Rarity of some of her sex toys, and figured that having intercourse with the buck, if she ever decided to do so, would give about the same experience.

Rarity opened her mouth and lightly licked at the buck’s balls, while renewing her stroking of his penis. His gentle moans and reflexive shudders delighting Rarity more than it should’ve. She did enjoy being in charge, and this male was giving himself completely to her like no other sexual partner she had before. It filled her with a desire to see him squirm, to watch him beg, maybe only a little, until he finally gave in and shot his cum out for her.

She was aware that these thoughts were not normal for her, as she still felt sex was more a mutual exchange of pleasure, but she assumed it was just herself being swept up in the moment. Exactly how often was one put in a situation like this, forcing a newly discovered race of creatures to climax while others watched for entertainment. “I suppose as the Society it happens all the time.” She thought, grazing her pointy fingernails along his shaft.

As time went on she watched as the buck’s excitement peaked higher and higher, his little moans and grunts becoming heavy and labored as he reached a sustained state of arousal that he just couldn’t overcome by mere touches. Rarity took note of this as well, no matter how rough she was, no matter how much she played with the vibrator in his ass, he just couldn’t find release. She had to take drastic measures, she had to do something him to send him over that edge. There was only one thing that she thought that she could do that she would agree with, but the problem was where would be the spot that would grant the most sensation, without causing too much damage.

She honed in on the rump, right at the base of the tail. It was sure to be a sensitive, perhaps even an erogenous zone on the buck’s body. Opening her muzzle and sending her head forward, Rarity chomped down of the firm rump in a very unlady-like fashion. The sudden, unexpected, and intense pain coursed through Aesop’s body and with a cry of defeat he let loose his load, spraying it on the floor and onto Rarity’s clothes before joining his female companion on the floor.

As the buck fell, Rarity released her grip, with both her hands and her jaw on the male. She had succeeded in completed Schorl’s requirements, and felt good in her achieved victory. Looking at herself, and specifically her clothes, that feeling lessened with the realization that the dress she was wearing was now ruined, covered in the cum over the two deer. That didn’t completely diminish her feeling though, and the gratification of triumph over both Schorl and the deer soon overtook the disappointment of the soiled outfit.

“Congratulations Miss Rarity,” Schorl said, starting a round of applause that everyone quickly joined in with, though some did so reluctantly and were simply following the rest of the group. “You’ve done what I set forth for you. Now please tell me, do you feel… good? Satisfied? Perhaps even happy that you did this?”

“Yes…” Rarity replied, not seeing a point in lying. The empowered feeling she got from enforcing her dominion over the submissive deer intoxicated her, and she would gladly do it again if given the opportunity. It was certainly something to try with her next sexual pursuit to say the least, that was if they were into that sort of thing.

“Then perhaps we could cut our game short and you could accept membership to the Society early?” Schorl asked, wanting to see if Rarity’s had been tempted enough by this small taste of what the Society had to offer. “What do you say?”

Rarity turned her head to Schorl, almost ready to simply say yes. If these deer, creatures that were fully willing to allow a pony to enact any desire they had on them, were part of the perks of the Society then she would find it difficult to refuse. However, as her line of vision shifted to put the crystal pony into view, she first laid her eyes upon the very reason she had come here in the first place.

Coco was just sitting there next to Suri, not seeming to be put off or discouraged by what had just happened in the room. Then reality came crashing down around the unicorn mare. Coco was supposedly a submissive pony by what Schorl said, something Rarity had little doubt in herself, and she was in the abusive hands of Suri. If Rarity didn’t stick to the deal there was a very likely chance that she could become like Aesop and Charis over time, either becoming a masochist addicted to pain and agony, or letting her body become some sort of thing only suited for giving and receiving pleasure, or perhaps even both. She could never allow that to happen.

“Not a chance,” Rarity replied defiantly to the crystal pony, “I’m still not satisfied with the way things are run here. I’m going to need much more convincing, if you can convince me at all ‘Lady Tourmaline’.”

To Rarity’s surprise, Schorl wasn’t upset, not even at how she had used the title everyone else gave her in a mocking tone. Instead she laughed at the unicorn’s defiance. “Good, good! I was hoping that you wouldn’t surrender so easily. If you had I might’ve gotten a hold of Prince Blueblood so he could whip you into shape, perhaps quite literally.”

Rarity gave a nervous laugh back to the crystal mare. She was only joking of course, right? Then again in a place like this she couldn’t assume that it was just topical humor.

“A true dominant needs to be able to see things they set forth out to the end,“ Schorl added, “And I expect you to wait until you’ve seen our deal through before you make your final choice, whether you decide to be a dominant, a submissive, or simply refuse to join us.”

“I’ll… I’ll try not to disappoint?” Rarity relied in the form of a question, momentarily channeling Sweetie Belle’s often unsure demeanor.

Schorl got out of her seat and rejoined with her minotaur body guard. “I’m sure you won’t, now please come with me. There is much to do and I’m sure that the others in here would like their turns with the Whitetails.”

Rarity got to her hooves, having to stretch from crouching down so long, and followed behind Schorl and Satek as they left the room, stopping for a moment to look back at the deer who were lifting themselves back up off the ground to greet the other dominant ponies coming over to sample the new treat the Society had to offer.

“They can handle it,” Rarity quietly reassured herself, “They want this… there is no doubt about that.” With those last words she closed the door, leaving the two creatures she had just only met to the mercy of those who only wished to take pleasure from them.

Author's Note

Hey there everyone. A bit late on the update, but I buffered that with an extra long chapter. Quite a hectic week, but hopefully this chapter was worth the wait.

So here is a proper introduction to the deer race of my story that has poked it's head up once or twice. I hope that the explanation of the Whitetail's abilities didn't come off as unnecessary exposition. While the deer wil not become major characters I felt it was important to define them as a race, which I still haven't completly done, but that leaves room to explore them more at a later time. For now just think of them as anthro versions of regular whitetail deer, with magical body tattoos that allow them to transfer energy to items like crystals. The reason why they do this will be explained later.

Aside from that I need to bring up one small retcon, the name of the island the minotaur come from. It was originally called Minotropis, but at the suggestion of a certain fan I am changing it to the better sounding name, Minopolis. I've went back and changed all iterations of the name, which included one time when I called it Minotropia by mistake.... whoops.

Anyways, that is all for today. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Luna: Searching for Answers

The full moon hung high in the cool night sky, dimly illuminating all of Equestria in its glow. The enormous piece of the rock, while seen by many ponies as a poor substitute for the sun that would take its place during the day, was a very potent reminder that there was always something watching over those who lived in these peaceful lands. While for over a millennium it was always believed that this was Princess Celestia, and in part that was true, there was always another who kept a constant vigil over those she had considered her subjects, even when she was consumed with jealousy and misguided ambition during her long exile.

Now was no different, as she flew towards one of the many cities of Equestria under her watch, except that her reasons and methods had changed. No longer did she feel as great a need to demand the attention and admiration of the ponies she ruled over, instead seeing that sometimes there was benefit to being the ruler of the night, a time where most ponies laid down to rest. Celestia, having to be active during the daylight hours, was always being watched by someone or hassled with some matter, which could range from very important to completely inane. At the same time the night kept Luna concealed from the trivial responsibilities of royalty and gave her freedom that her sister would never have.

It was this liberty that allowed her to aid Equestria in other ways, such as making sure that the wild beasts of the Everfree Forest stayed far away from any of the inhabited cities, or entering the dreams of fillies and colts to assure that they grew up into upstanding mares and stallion. Tonight it would allow one other perk that her sister would never be able to take advantage of.

Making her way to the ground, Luna softly touched her hooves to the ground, making sure to be as quiet as possible. She had landed in the middle of Hoofington, a small township that reminded her a bit of Ponyville, except that it wasn't near any major landmarks nor was it the residence of anyone with as much notoriety as Twilight Sparkle or her friends. It was, for lack of better words, uninteresting and ignorable. A place for a pony to be able to settle down and have a family without worry of some dastardly creature coming in and wrecking the place, as it seemed that those who held great power always drew in opposition that likewise held great power.

Hoofington was so quiet comparatively that when something happened there it was something that brought up concern, so when one of the ponies living there suddenly left with nary a word roughly a week ago it was brought before Celestia immediately by the missing mare's friends and neighbors. This only compiled with a bunch of other strange disappearances that had occurred all over Equestria, many of which had been considered solved once the missing would simply return home after an extended period of time, but which still concerned Celestia as when asked where they had been they would usually give an answer that was never enough for the princess.

Eventually Luna was informed of the situation, as while it could've just been something as simple as ponies suddenly getting a sudden urge to travel, or in some cases exploring a bondage fetish in a manner that could only be described as strange, it was also very likely that there was some foul play in the mix. Celestia wanted to keep everything quiet until she had things figured out for sure, not wanting to repeat some embarrassing mistake she had made during Luna's long absence, and had asked Luna to wait and allow Twilight to return with some information on the topic, but this was not something the princess of the night could just allow to continue. If someone was taking advantage of the ponies under her protection, then she would find out who and make them pay.

And so the dark blue alicorn guided herself through the streets of Hoofington towards the home of the missing pony, an earth pony mare that went by the name "Lotsa Luv". Luna knew very little of the pony, save for the fact that she was a blonde haired, pink pony with green eyes, and that her friends said she was very cheerful and brought joy to everyone that knew her. The vague description reminded her of Pinkie Pie, which again brought question to whether or not there was something more to this since someone with villainous intent might have found more gain from kidnapping her instead. That was, if they could tolerate the hyperactive pony for more than five minutes.

After a couple of minutes, Luna made her way to Lotsa Luv's home, which was the last place any of the townsponies had seen her. It was not too different from any of the other houses there; quaint, simple, and having charm to it that even one of Luna's standing could find lovely. If under other circumstances she would've been pleased to no end to enter the humble home, but as it stood this could very well be a crime scene and she had to keep a serious attitude about her.

Getting into the residence was no hard feat for the Alicorn; a glow of her magnificent horn and a little concentration was all that was required to make the lock yield to her whim. The door gave her no resistance either as it succumbed to her will, opening widely as she entered, as if stepping out of her way. If Celestia had attempted to do such a thing everyone in town would've known about it within the hour, but Luna was a shadow and the night shielded her from prying eyes, all of which were covered by heavy eyelids this late. As long as she didn't do anything to bring attention to herself she would stay that way and none would be the wiser.

"Where to begin?" Luna said in a quieted voice, figuring there had to be something that would tell her whether or not Lotsa Luv had been abducted or not. Perhaps something the guard ponies overlooked, something that would give a hint to where she had gone and, with a little luck, might even bust this mystery wide open. While she had no formal education in the field of criminology or the background in sleuthing, she did have a perspective in this that the police didn't. She was once a creature of darkness, and thus if this really was a worst case scenario she might be able to find clues in places the others couldn't, at least that was what she hoped.

Looking around the house, the first place that came to mind was to inspect the bedroom, as the living room she was standing in seemed far too tidy to hold anything of interest. Making sure to close the front door behind her, she delved deeper inside, making her horn glow once more to not only guide her way, but to look for any remnants of evil magic or the like. She found plenty along the way to her destination, but it was all faint traces that could've been left by any unicorn that would've visited the mare that lived there. Lotsa Luv was supposed to be a very sociable mare and there were plenty of unicorns living in Hoofington so there was nothing odd here, just day to day activities that the ponies that investigated the home would've already looked into.

Upon entering the bedroom, however, she was met by something that was more eye catching to the alicorn. The entire room was a mess. Unlike the rest of the rooms she had passed through, which were clean and organized for the most part, this room had clutter all over it. Clothing tossed on dressers, the sheets and blankets on the bed a mess, and an assortment of papers and flowers piled over the top of a desk in one of the corners. It was enough to make Luna wonder if this was the scene of a struggle, and if it was how it could've been so easily overlooked.

"Seems that we picked correctly." She said entering the room without delay, scanning it like she had done all the others. Just as before, she only picked up small traces of magical residue, but this time there was a lot more of it, specifically on the bed. The ruffled sheets and blankets were simply covered, leaving practically no spot unsoiled. It was too old to determine what kind of magic had been used, but it was certainly an indication that something had happened there. The alicorn had to take a closer look.

Placing her hands on the edge of the mattress, Luna leaned over it to check it out for anything else out of the ordinary, wondering how something like this could be so easily ignored by law enforcement. The answer came to her in the form of a faint scent, one that she easily identified as she removed herself from the bed.

"Sex..." She stated, the smell of week old lust filling her sinuses. This explained the state of the bed, even the excess magical residue as it could just be the "magical ejaculate" of a unicorn reaching climax over and over. Surely anyone seeing this could mistake what happened here as an act of passion between Lotsa Luv and some unicorn lover, could've even been a female one, since uncontrollable dispersal of magical energies during intimate acts of desire were not limited to males only. Luna thought differently though, as to her there was just something that didn't add up.

It wasn't so much the bed's state as much as what it meant, that the missing mare had been with someone before she vanished, maybe even moments before. That meant that if this was just the matter of two ponies partaking in sexual activity then said pony should've known if she had plans to leave, as ponies close enough to have sex would surely share that kind of information with one another, if only to let their partner know that they would be gone for a while. If someone in town had simply said that she had left, for whatever reason, and would be back soon it would've lowered panic at the earth mare's disappearance.

There was also the possibility that Lotsa Luv and her romantic interest left together, but this raised new questions. First of all being, who was this mysterious pony? It couldn't be another one of the town's residents, as there had only been one pony reported missing. So it had to be a pony that didn't live there, which didn't support the theory that this was just some mysterious disappearance and instead made the situation seem more like the harmless travel that Celestia had hoped it would be.

"Unless..." Luna's mind wandered towards the darkest side of her being, drifting towards the ideas that she kept suppressed and locked tightly away. There was one way that this scene could've happened that would support both the absence of the mare along with a pony being with her shortly before she vanished. "This pony was kidnapped."

But as Luna let her mind wonder she contemplated what that would mean she stepped back from the dark thoughts and reconsidered the facts. As far as she knew, there had been no forced entry. Every window was locked and even the front door.... Luna paused. "The front door...." she groaned, noticing a mistake. In her haste to enter the domicile the alicorn had used her magic to unlock it, and if she could do that then any unicorn with the know how to pick a lock with their magic could do the same. She could've checked the door for magical residue, but now it was too late, as her own potent and recent magic would overlap anything that had been there before, if there had been anything there to begin with. There was a reason princesses didn't usually get involved with affairs more suited for working class ponies who had extensive training in how to handle these kind of matters.

"Luna, I swear that thou art a complete dunderhead sometimes." Rubbing her temples, Luna continued to search the room. What had been done was done and of her two choices, to continue her private investigation or to simply leave, the latter was the least acceptable to her. To go home now would only have brought about more questions and no answers, not getting anyone any closer to figuring out what happened here.

So instead of leaving this to the authorities the alicorn continued to look around, returning to her thoughts from before she was sidetracked by her mistake. As far as she knew there was no forced entry to the home, and no other missing ponies in Hoofington. The mare that lived here could've left of her own volition to some unknown location, but then why leave her room a mess in an otherwise tidy home? Why leave her bed in such a state when she would only have to face it later when she returned? There had to be more to this, but she didn't have enough to work on, not yet at least.

The alicorn's pacing lead her to the desk she spied when she had first entered the room, papers piled atop it in heaps. How anyone would be able to find anything in such a mess was beyond her, which was exactly why she felt it was the next place to look for something to explain all this.

Luna assumed that this had been left this way by Lotsa Luv, as she hoped that the police ponies wouldn't leave papers in a possible crime scene in such disarray. With another glow of her horn, this time taking the precaution to double check the papers for traces of magic, which there was gladly none, she floated the pages into the air and formed them out in front of her in a wall of text, allowing her to be able to read everything without having to flip each sheet manually.

To Luna's curiosity the pages all looked to be related to Lotsa Luv's occupation, which from what she could tell was a delivery service for sweets, flowers, poems and other things that could be seen as symbols of affection. It wasn't the most lucrative form of employment, but Luna was sure that the mare must've been in the business because she enjoyed it and not because she wanted to get rich off it. Ponies tended to know exactly where they belonged in Equestria, where they fit in order to make sure things went along as smoothly as possible, at least after they discovered their talents and received their cutie marks, so this disorganization was troublesome as it was clear to Luna that it wasn't the that way because the mare was frustrated with where fate had decided she should be.

Instead she went back to her original conclusion again, that this was an abduction and the papers where a sign that the kidnapper was looking for something that could link him or her to it. It could be a client, or maybe just someone who had gotten close to her by pretending to want to do business with her. If that were true there was little she could hope to accomplish looking through the documents, since the perpetrator probably found what he was after and left with it. It was a grim possibility, as it could mean that the few tracks that would lead her to the culprit were covered.

Still, she refused to give up hope, and begun reorganizing the papers by the order in which they had been written, Lotsa Luv having conveniently dated them all. She was looking for anything, a pattern or a break in one that would show point her in the right direction. With them now in place she could take the time to analyze each name, city and day each transaction happened in order to see if there was any variance that would be overlooked by the untrained eye, all that was needed was patience.

She took a deep breath and began her tedious inspection, skimming slow enough to take in all the information that she deemed relevant, but fast enough so it wouldn't take the whole night to finish. While she would never admit it as a flaw, Luna knew she had issues with taking her time and focusing on what it was she needed to achieve her goals. She always preferred instant results over those that would allow the problem to persist for longer to achieve a greater goal. It was something that was much more evident when she was Nightmare Moon, from when she directly confronted her sister to claim what she had thought was rightfully hers to when she tried to scare off or otherwise get rid of Twilight and her friends when they went to search for the Elements of Harmony, as if she had simply went straight for the relics, removed even a single one of them, and hid it away her attempt to usurp the throne might have succeeded.

That was where her sister was her counter balance. Where Luna would want to destroy a potential threat outright, such as when she suggested that she should go along with Twilight to stop Sombra from reclaiming the Crystal Empire, Celestia would play the long game, biding her time and preparing for events that would unfold later on down the road and only addressing a conflict directly when it was right in front of her and she had no other options. Sometimes it made Celestia look careless or inept, but in allowing her student to vanquish the dark lord without aid from either of the ancient alicorns it allowed for Twilight to learn the lessons she needed to know to fulfill her destiny as a princess in her own right. What she was the princess of was still to be determined, but the ascendence of another ally whose power might one day match that of her own was something Luna welcomed, even if the wait for that time to come sometimes bothered her.

"Nothing..." Luna said, getting to the final sheet. Everything seemed to be in order, not a thing was missing that Luna could see. It was dead end, making Luna angry with herself that she had spent so much time with it. The only thing that could be confirmed by this was that the abduction, if that was what this was, didn't involve any of her customers or business partners, or at least not any that were smart enough to realize that leaving behind something like this could be detrimental to their scheme.

It couldn't be that simple though, could it? That the culprit was just stupid or arrogant enough to think that taking a pony in the middle of the night from her own home would go unnoticed. Surely it wouldn't be the case, that is unless her sister's worries were true and all these strange disappearances were indeed connected. If they were then they might be getting too comfortable, getting sloppy and making mistakes that could lead right to them. It was not a firm lead, but it was all Luna had, so she took the last five sheets, as she felt they would be the most relevant, and stacked the rest back on the desk.

With what she believed was the only real evidence she could take with her, Luna took one last look around the room to take in what she had learned and see if she could make anything of this more than just an assumption that could just be something planted inside her head by her sister's fears. What she knew for a fact was that some time before Lotsa Luv left her home, of her own volition or by force, there was someone here that she had sex with. That person was probably not a resident of the town and might've left town with the mare, and when they had entered the home that night they had been let in. Anything else was just speculation, but in a case like this she would have to assume the worst.

Luna left the house troubled, not only because she had gotten very little accomplished, but that she was truly worried for the mare and the ponies that hadn't returned. She had hoped that more would come out of this, that some damning piece of evidence would show itself to her, but if there was such a thing the authorities would've came across it themselves. Using her magic to lock the door behind her, Luna looked up to the night's sky and spread her wings, catching a bit of movement that made her stop just before taking off.

At first she thought that it was a mare or a stallion that spotted her exiting the residence, which would've been bad since Celestia wanted to keep any involvement from Canterot a secret, as the more pressure the more likely they were to go into hiding and if that happened then they might never find the missing ponies if they were actually abducted. It would be even worse for her though as she wasn't even supposed to be doing her own investigation and while Celestia would understand her reasons it would still make her older sister disappointed in her that she did something that could potentially impede what she had asked Twilight to do.

To her relief the movement instead came from a small colt looking out his window, dressed in his pajamas as he rubbed his tired eyes. The foal must've heard her leave Lotsa Luv's home, despite her best efforts, and was doing his own looking it to his own mystery. The smile that grew on his face when he got his answers pleased Luna to no end.

"Sleep well little one," she said, flapping her wings and going over to his window, floating in front of it like some whimsical being, "Know that the princess of the night watches over you." Without another word she flew off into the sky, glad that it wasn't the child that had gone missing instead. Though if it had this whole thing would've been so much easier, as Luna could've located him within his dreams and solved this within a day's time. But even an Alicorn's magic had limits and something about growing into an adult disconnecting them from the dreamscape Luna could enter, as many dreamed less as they got older and some even lost the ability to dream altogether.

But that was how things were and Luna had to utilize what she was capable of instead of dwelling on what she wasn't. So for now she would return to Canterlot with her five sheets of paper, see if there was any connection to it and the other missing ponies, and if there was try to use it to return everyone back to where they belonged. She only hoped that she could do so soon, before something else terrible happened.

Dominant or Dominated

Rarity twitched in her sleep, allowing pleasant feelings to course throughout her being. The last thirteen days had been something extraordinary for the mare, so much so that she was beginning to feel it would be a shame when she would have to give it up for the sake of her friend. She had never in her life allowed herself to go as far as she had since her bet with the Society's leader, and now that she had tasted both sides of joys of bondage, she had to say that it wasn't a bad thing, just different.

There were parts she didn't enjoy of course, generally the idea of hurting others for her own enjoyment, which she could never get a handle on no matter how many masochistic ponies or deer had been given to her to show that pain could be pleasurable. She also failed to be interested in some of the more ridiculous aspects of being a submissive, like many of the things Blueblood had put her though. On her very second day at his whim he didn't even touch her, just made her to do one act of degradation after another without even a hint of sexual activity. By the end of the night she ended up bored, frustrated, and more than a little annoyed at the stallion for having her stand next to him in attention with two lit candles in her hands, the hot wax dripping down on her fingers and into her palms while he used the light to catch up on some light reading.

What she did like was anything and everything that involved giving or receiving pure pleasure. She had already allowed herself to go further with the slaves than she intended, having both stallions and bucks have the privilege of stuffing her with their cocks once they had proven themselves worthy, which was never too big a task when it came to Rarity. Though what she had thought was a good thing for the submissive men was refused a few times, which they explained to her was because they hardly thought they had earned their reward and they had to practically demand her to give them a good lashing or make them lick her hooves. It was embarrassing and slightly unnerving, but Rarity did her best to adhere to their wishes.

Other mares seemed to be much more into what Rarity was willing to offer, perhaps because the unicorn was familiar with the parts she had to work with when dealing with them and knew exactly what would stimulate them physically. Plus she always enjoyed giving them the order to pleasure themselves, which the girls eagerly did in hopes that it would entertain her. What was surprising in all this was that one of the mares that Rarity had command over was Flitter, a lovely young pegasus that lived in Ponyville. Rarity hadn't even known she had left to visit Manehatten for something like this, only knowing Flitter from seeing her around town and never having directly spoke with the pegasus before. When she saw it was Rarity using her that night she quickly begged the unicorn not to tell her sister, Cloudchaser, where she had been or what she had been doing, which was understandable. Rarity wouldn't want any of her friends or family knowing about this excursion either.

With a powerful stretch of her body, Rarity let out a loud groan. Yesterday had been a rough one, but it was also the easiest of all her nights with the prince. After six on and off days of humiliating and objectifying her Blueblood had taken it easy on her, deciding that some pet play would be in order. She had to crawl on her knees and act like an animal, all the while only dressed in the simple collar that bore her name, but it was in a private room with only her and the stallion. In a way it was romantic since he stayed away from the usual treatments, instead petting and stroking her body, only issuing light punishments when she stepped out of character.

He even had foregone his normal aggressive sexual behavior for a gentler approach, tenderly licking at her clit, taking it slow when he pushed himself inside her and even complimenting her directly for how good she was in bed. Of course the stallion slipped from time to time and made it more about himself than her, accrediting it to his excellent training, but that was just part of his nature and by that point Rarity had found ways to overlook that flaw to get what she wanted out of this relationship.

As her tensed up body relaxed her eyes opened, giving her a ground level view of the room. It was one of the private rooms that the Society had for general use, one for VIP members at that if Blueblood was to be believed. It was cozy and spacious, giving anyone who used it a beautiful atmosphere and enough room to do anything their perverted minds could come up with. It even had a mock fireplace that heated the room through some sort of magic that Rarity was unfamiliar with. She suspected the deer were somehow involved with it, but how it was made had as little importance to her as how pegasi created the weather, all that mattered to the unicorn was that it kept her toasty that night.

Getting up out of the pony sized pet bed that the prince insisted that she slept in, another pointless gesture in her eyes since it did nothing to enhance her own pleasure nor the prince's, the mare gave her muscles a light rub. Being curled up all night in the pillowy cushion left her body a little stiff, but to a degree that it didn't bothered her. "Well now I know how Opal feels in the morning." she thought to herself as she looked across the room to a king sized bed, one fit for royalty, which was fitting since it's current occupant was a prince.

Still naked from last night's escapades, the white stallion was sprawled out with the covers only partially concealing his masculine form, snoring in his sleep with his arm hanging over the side of the bed. Rarity found this to be adorable, to see a member of the regal cast slumbering in such a manner. It was a side of Blueblood she hadn't seen up until this point, acting like a normal stallion instead of a self obsessed jerk. Then again he was sleeping and thus had no ability to guide his own actions, so it wasn't like this was on purpose.

Getting onto her hooves, she went over to further examine to stallion, stopping only when she stood aside him. What did she really think of him, she wondered. Sure he was a bastard when it came down to it, but he was also one of the best sexual partners she had ever had. When he would tie her down, or strung her up, making her completely helpless as he pounded her pussy like a jackhammer, it was amazing. Then there was his gorgeous good looks and his excellent physique, there was no doubt that he was easy on the eyes. That couldn't be the only thing good about him though, Rarity couldn't see herself being so shallow as to only like him for his cock and his pretty face.

A lover, in Rarity's mind, was someone that you were attracted to, someone who could compliment her own features with theirs and give her the kind of admiration a lady like herself deserved. Many of her potential partners like Blueblood or Trenderhoof easily fulfilled the first part, but never the second. Even now she felt that Blueblood resented her, as she did him in many ways, yet here she was sleeping on the floor at his command. It was a conflicting thought, but one she could simply pin on Schorl's influence. If not for her deal with the crystal mare she wouldn't even be here.

This was her last day at the Society after all, except for one final task that the crystal pony had in store for her she would be free to leave without worrying about what Suri was doing with Coco. With that in mind she turned to get dressed, her clothing tossed into a corner by the prince before he started his game last night. She found herself unable to make it more than a few steps before she felt her arm getting snagged on something.

"Where do you think you're going?" Blueblood said, pulling Rarity back to him. The yank was so strong that it turned Rarity around, making her fall onto the bed and over the stallion's body. "You really should act on those instincts of yours more."

Rarity pushed herself up and gave the stallion a look that would've sent a chill down his spine if not for his own overwhelming arrogance. "And what, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't deny it, you were aching for another go." said Blueblood, "You saw my erect cock poking out from under the covers and wanted to wrap your lips around it to give me a proper wake up call."

"Hardly..." Rarity crossed her arms in anger. This was exactly what she was thinking about before, the prince always seeing his own needs before her own and making it seem like it was a gift on his part. "You really need to get over yourself. If you had any kind of tact you'd know the old saying about winning more flies with honey."

Blueblood sat up, stroking his stallionhood to full attention. "Who cares about flies when I can have a beautiful butterfly like yourself."

Rarity groaned, the line was so cheesy and was a poor analogy for what she was talking about. It had even less impact on her since the prince was holding his dick in his hand and expecting sex from her in return for his words. "Blueblood, you do know I'm not like those other girls who want to be with you just to get a small thrill."

"Yes you are," Blueblood corrected, "You just found that what I wanted from you was too much for your liking. While at the time it infuriated me, it has become something that I can respect, if begrudgingly."

Rarity took offense to the statement, "You know nothing about me! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

Blueblood gave her a deadpan look in return. "Fine then, let's get something out of the way here," The prince put his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting himself alongside Rarity. "What do you know about me?"

"Well that's easy," Rarity said with confidence, "For starters you're a jerk."

"Let's keep this civil my dear, you don't want me to tell Lady Tourmaline that you didn't fulfill your end of the agreement last night, do you?"

Rarity rolled her eyes and continued, "You're Princess Celestia's nephew."

"And I'm related to her in what way?" The stallion asked.

"Well... you... um... hmmm..." Rarity thought long on the question, but in the end she couldn't come up with the answer. The only other blood relative of Celestia's she knew was Luna, but that couldn't be right. She was completely stumped.

"Anything else you know about me?" Blueblood said, a look of smugness becoming more evident each passing second.

"You.... you like to stay clean.... and you... well..." Rarity was at a complete loss for words. She honestly knew very little about the stallion. Back before she had found out what Blueblood was really like she had planned to hopefully marry him, and she hardly knew a thing about the guy except that he was a prince.

"No need to think too hard on the answer, we both know what this is about," said Blueblood, "This is about both of us getting what we want from each other. We may have different goals, but our methods are the same. You can hide behind your 'morals' all you like, but when it comes down to it, you're a woman who knows what she wants and what she is willing to do in order to get it." The stallion's hand returned to his shaft, stroking it to assure it wouldn't go flaccid. "But let's forget all that for now. It doesn't even matter, what does is that I still have time with you as my slave and your master wants you to suck him off."

"Charming as always..." Rarity said sarcastically, removing herself from the bed so she could get on her knees before the stallion. There was no clock on the wall to tell her what time it was, but if Schorl hadn't come to fetch her then she was still under a commitment to Blueblood. Even if she didn't enjoy the idea of giving him one last bit of satisfaction at her expense, if she would refuse it would be breaching the agreement she had made.

Once she got into place in front of him, the stallion spread his legs and allowed her access to his privates. Rarity inched forward, taking his flesh rod in her hands like she had done many times over the course of the last two weeks, and brought it down so she may more easily get it in her mouth. With a flick of her tongue, a wet sensation went over the tip, which caused Blueblood to shiver slightly. Without allowing him a chance to recover, Rarity pressed her lips against the semi-soft head and rolled her tongue around on it.

The prince was incredibly sensitive around the head of his cock, something the average girl would miss since he tended to prefer a more commanding approach when it came to sex. He loved to ram his cock into a mare full force, without concern for her pleasure, which in turn made it so this area would likewise receive less attention since any feelings he had would be spread over his entire length. Rarity, with her ability to notice details, realized that when she paid attention to this spot in particular that he tended to lose control, something that pleased her.

The prince, however, was not amused. He enjoyed the feeling of asserting his own dominance over simple feelings of pleasure, and the way Rarity focused on making him reach his threshold before she even got started wasn't cutting it for him. In order to stop the female unicorn he reached forward, placing his hand on the back her head so he could push her face into his crotch while he thrust his hips forward.

"Hmph!" As soon as she felt the stallion place his palm on her skull, Rarity knew he would shove himself deeper. It was not pleasant when his cock pressed into the back of her throat, even though she had expected it. The force made her want to cough and gag as the taste of flesh and sex covered her taste buds. She was thankful that Blueblood was a bit of a neat freak, if he hadn't cleaned himself off after what they had done mere hours ago the flavor would've been accompanied by the taste of her own pussy.

"Now Rarity, we've been over this before," the stallion stated in an almost malevolent manner, pushing down hard to get his cock head around the bend so he could slide the rest of himself inside the mare's muzzle, "Always to the base. I don't accept anything less than one-hundred percent."

With her throat obstructed, Rarity found it increasingly hard to breath. She didn't lose her cool though, she had dealt with this before. Instead she just continued with her task, licking vigorously at what she could while her throat's natural reflexes did the rest. With how a mare's throat spasmed and convulsed instinctively to prevent choking, it was not difficult to give a good blowjob. Anypony could do it if they could tolerate the discomfort.

Within seconds her esophagus began to spasm, massaging every inch of Blueblood's large stallionhood that was inside it. Rarity could feel him release her head from his grasp, and took the opportunity to pull away long enough to take a deep breath before plunging herself back down. She wanted this to be done quick and easy, and if the stallion's glowing horn was any indication he would be finished shortly.

But before she could finish she heard something from behind her, a sound that told her that someone had entered the room, which could only mean one thing. She tried to pull herself off the stallion, but once more he gripped her head firmly and pressed down, much to Rarity's shock this time. She could only struggle for a moment though before the feeling of warm goo flowing out of the prince's cock and directly down to her awaiting stomach came to her, the stallion's climax being joined by a small spray of magical light from atop his head. Seeing that there was no way to avoid this now, she braced herself for the rest and awaited Blueblood's release of her.

"That's enough," A female voice said, confirming to Rarity that Schorl had come for her, "Miss Rarity's time is up and she has more pressing matters to attend with."

Blueblood gave a huff and let go, allowing the female unicorn on his cock to pull herself off of it. Once the male organ was completely removed she slumped to the floor, having to hold herself up as she coughed for air and hacked up a small spattering of cum from her throat.

"Lady Tourmaline, you sure know how to ruin a good time." Blueblood said, his penis going limp and slowly retreated back into his sheath.

Schorl ignored the comment, going over to Rarity to give her a hand up. "I can assume by what I've seen that Miss Rarity served you well last night?"

"Yes, she performed far above my expectations. She's perhaps the best piece of ass I've ever had the pleasure of sticking my regal cock into." Blueblood replied. "It makes me sad to see her go."

Catching her breath, Rarity gave the prince another glare that would've sent a lesser man cowering. Yet the stallion didn't care and even enjoyed the loathing in her eye, evidently so since his dick slid out of his sheath once more to greet the two mares.

"Ugh, repulsive." The white female unicorn declared.

"Manners Miss Rarity, he is royalty after all." said Schorl.

Having been given enough time to recover from Blueblood's deep penetration of her throat, Rarity moved away from the crystal pony and retrieved her clothing before anything else could happen to stop her. She first picked her underwear, a set of lace panties and a matching bra made in a pattern that kept her modestly when worn, but only to the point that it kept very little to the imagination. She had brought them with her to Manehatten along with several pairs just like it, just in case she had run into a stallion she wanted to take back to her apartment. She might've came with the intent of helping her friend, which was still the top priority to her, but she always came prepared for other opportunities if they arose.

After slipping on the undergarments and removing the collar around her neck, she then moved onto her attire, a simple white, button up dress shirt and a short black skirt that emphasized her professionalism. She would've worn something more flashy, with all the rich and influential ponies around the Society's club, but after she ruined one of her best evening gowns with her first encounter with the deer she chose not to repeat the mistake.

"Are you ready Miss Rarity?" Schorl asked, opening the door for her guest.

"Yes, let's finish this." She said, walking over to the door in a stride that showed that she had been preparing for this moment for some time.

Yet the prince wasn't done with the mare, and before his quarry could escape him, the stallion reached under his his pillow to grab a small box and rushed over to her. He wrapped his free hand around the base of her tail, and pulled Rarity back to him.

"WA-!" Rarity half yelled, falling against Blueblood's bare abs. She was caught off guard at first, but when the other went around her waist, holding her in place, she knew what was going on. "Blueblood, please...."

"Come on Rarity, you know that you would rather stay here with me." The stallion said.

Rarity let out an exasperated groan, "Look, I'll admit that there was something... unique to what we did together. I'll even go as far to say it was enjoyable, but that's it. There is absolutely no reason why I would want to stay with you when all you've ever done is treat me like your own personal sex doll."

"Then perhaps I can give you a little incentive." Releasing her waist, Blueblood brought his hand up and put the box he was holding in front of the mare's face.

"What's this?" Rarity asked, curiosity overcoming her.

Blueblood opened the box, revealing its contents. Rarity could not resist the urge to gasp when she saw how many diamonds where inside, weaved together into a piece of cloth. The prince then reached inside and pulled the gem covered object to allow Rarity to see what it really was.

"A... necklace?" She said, her curiosity turning into bewilderment.

"A collar, your collar," Blueblood said in an almost sensual way. "I had it custom made for you, I hope you like it."

Rarity was at a loss for words, caught somewhere in between being flattered and insulted. The collar, despite being a clear sign of Blueblood's intent for her, was dazzling. Each stone perfectly cut and placed to show off the magnificence of the object. It was something that could make any pony who wore it look stunning.

"I want you to accept this," Blueblood added, "I want you to be mine. If you take this collar and place it around your neck I'll promise you everything you ever wanted from me. You can come and live in the castle, partake in the best Equestria has to offer, servants will wait on you hand and hoof, when you're not servicing me of course, and your name will be known throughout the land. All you have to do is give up whatever nonsense you and Lady Tourmaline were up to and submit to me."

Rarity could hardly contain her emotions as the prince listed off the privileges she would get should she accept his offer. It would be a dream come true, to be able to stay in the castle, like a princess. Eat all the best food, receive the fanciest clothing, being pampered by servant ponies and become one of the most famous mares in all Equestria. It was something that could completely change her life, something that she could never decide on the spot and would normally require her to take some time to think of what she really wanted. The prince was basically offering her all she had ever wanted, except...

When Blueblood explained what she would have to do to receive it her excitement vanished. With a simple gesture of taking the collar from the stallion and placing it back in the box she made her choice on the matter. The price was too steep, since it would force her to join the Society and allow a friend of hers to stay in the hands of a cruel pony that only wanted to torment her. With a gentle push, Rarity removed herself from Blueblood and stood next to Schorl.

"Lady Tourmaline, if you would take me to your last trial. I want to be done with this." She said coldly.

"As you wish, Miss Rarity," Schorl answered, stepping aside from the door to allow the other unicorn mare her leave.

The two mares exited the room without another word, leaving Blueblood in a state of speechlessness. He had never been turned down so thoroughly in his life. With the door closing tightly, leaving him alone with only his building thoughts of anger, he tossed the box he held onto the floor in rage, now wanting Rarity more than he had even before. The rejection fueled his desire, and it was all he could do not to run out the door, press the stuck up mare against a wall and ream her ass till she pleaded for him to stop.

But she was protected, by Schorl and her rules. Even if he wanted to force Rarity to her knees the crystal pony would never allow it. He couldn't simply threaten Schorl either, if he were to tell either of his aunts about the organization there was enough evidence on him that he would go down with it. Not only that, but even if he somehow found a way around that, he would gain nothing from this. Rarity would still be beyond his reach. It was infuriating, sending Blueblood to the boiling point.

"Heh..." The stallion bent down and picked up the diamond collar, laughing quietly at first and then bursting in loud, howling cackle. There was still hope, the unicorn wasn't a full member of the Society yet. She still had to agree to joining and the prince had seen enough potential members refuse to know what would happen. It was almost guaranteed, since what could a mere club offer her that trumped what he just had?

Rarity walked with Schorl away from the room Blueblood had rented. She was keeping her cool, sacrificing her own wants for that of her friends was part of her very nature and this was no different from the many times she had done so in the past. This was just on a grander scale, perhaps the grandest scale, but even with her stomach feeling like it was twisting up inside her, the unicorn stayed calm.

"You did very well in there Miss Rarity." said the crystal unicorn leading the way. "You managed that situation excellently, a lesser mare would've leaped at the chance the prince offered. I'm glad to see that you're not so easily swayed."

"You... are happy that I turned him down?" Asked Rarity.

"Of course, I never intended you to become the prince's plaything." Schorl replied.

"But I thought you wanted me to be a part of the Society."

"As a dominant, Miss Rarity," Schorl chuckled, "I'll say that you do have a small amount of submissiveness to you, but that is dwarfed by your potential as a dominant."

Rarity was still unsure about the crystal mare. She had acted nice enough the entire time Rarity had been a guest at her establishment, but she understood all too well that some ponies would smile to your face to stab you in the back. Suri was a constant reminder of that idea, one that she had seen often during her visits. The question was, what exactly did Schorl gain from having her join her organization. She couldn't think of an answer off-hand, since it couldn't be her connections. There were enough ponies there already with high credentials that anyone she knew of the same social status, save for maybe Twilight if she even counted, would've been accessible through them.

"Schorl, can I ask you something?" Asked Rarity, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

"Of course Miss Rarity," said Schorl, "What's on your mind?"

"What's all this about?" asked Rarity, getting to the point. "What do you want with me? What is the point of all this?"

"Ah... I suppose I have been a bit obscure, but for the most part I've been straight forward," replied Schorl, "All I want is for you to be part of the Society. What happens beyond that is not important right now."

"But why do you want me to join?" Rarity pressed the issue, she didn't want the crystal mare to skimp around her question. "Do you just see me as another pony to get money from? If so, I must warn you that I don't visit Manehatten often. This is actually my second visit."

"Miss Rarity, I assure you that I don't simply see you as another source of income." said Schorl reassuringly, "I see potential in you that even you can't see. If you allowed yourself to, you could become one of the most influential and respected dominants in the Society. It is your nature to command the admiration of others."

"And I'm to take it you think the same of yourself, that others should adhere to your every whim?

Schorl flicked her mane over her shoulder, cocking her head while she looked at her fellow unicorn, "Not at all. While I do take advantage of the many perks of role as proprietor of this business, at my core I seek only to follow my ideals, to help those who are obviously superior to the rest of the rabble acquire the submissive of their dreams, so long as that pony is obtainable of course."

Rarity crossed her arms over her chest. "There you go, talking about ponies like Coco like they are things to possess."

"Whatever you might think, Miss Rarity, some ponies prefer to be treated that way. Having their every move decided for them, to be at the mercy of another pony's desires, to surrender their freedoms and live their lives for another." Schorl looked ahead to a set of red doors the two mares approaching. "If that is what a pony wants, then who am I to stand in their way? After all, I understand what it's like to find fulfillment and pleasure in serving one better than yourself."

"Right, you had a 'master' in the past," said Rarity, recalling that the crystal pony had brought it up when they had first met.

"Yes, my master, but others too. You do remember waking up to find Prince Blueblood's cock buried in my ass, right?" Rarity gave the crystal mare a nod. "Consider that me paying tribute to one of a higher status than even myself."

"I also remember you scolding him when you thought he was going to far."

"Well of course, Miss Rarity. He may be the prince, but even he is subject to the rules." Schorl stated with certainty, "With the privilege of superiority comes the responsibility to uphold order. Royalty is no exception, if they allow themselves to break the rules, especially the ones they themselves put in place, then they should suffer the same consequences like anyone else."

"Is this some sort of lecture?" Rarity asked, grabbing the handles to the red doors.

"Just me thinking aloud about some of the practices of the beloved leader of Equestria," Schorl replied, "Pay it no mind, just a pony speaking aloud about things that can't be changed."

Rarity gave the mare an odd look, from the sound of it Schorl had some sort of problem with Princess Celestia. Was she somehow scorned by the fact that she had to hide her practices from the general public because she felt the princess frowned upon, or was there something else to this?

"As I said, ignore me. I'm just rambling, and we have more important things to attend to." Schorl made a gesture with her head to open the doors, Rarity knowing that whatever was behind it was her final task before she came to her final decision, before she rejected Schorl's offer and left the the Society with Coco alongside her. Without hesitation she flung open the door, unafraid of what lay beyond.

It should've come as no surprise, the crystal mare did have a knack for thinking of things that tested Rarity's nerve. All this time, she had not made it easy for the white unicorn. But even as she walked in, showing no signs of weakness, Rarity was internally shaken.

The two mares had entered the main lounge, the one that Rarity had stumbled into when she first came to the Society, utilizing a different entrance than she had before. The tables were full of ponies, all looking at Rarity when a spotlight moved to her to announce the unicorn's arrival and giving a round of applause as she made her way to the stage. The audience was nothing, she had already had her fair share of times fucking in front of others. She could easily filter them out of her thoughts, ignore them completely while doing what Schorl required of her. What had really had her wound up was what, or more to the point who, was waiting for her on stage.

Of all the submissives that had been presented before her, stallion or mare, unicorn, pegasus or earth pony, there had been one that had been dangled in front of her several times, always just out of reach. She had thought that it was just Schorl's way of taunting her, but now she could see it was simply foreshadowing for this moment. She climbed the stage steps, made it atop the platform, and walked up to the pony standing in the center of it patiently.

"Hello Coco," Rarity said, looking at the cream colored earth pony standing practically naked in front of the best and brightest Equestria had to offer, making a spectacle of herself and doing so without a hint of embarrassment or shame.

"Hello Miss Rarity," Coco greeted, an innocent smile forming across her muzzle. If Rarity didn't know better, she would be convinced that the smaller mare had no clue what was going on around her, like she wasn't aware that men and women alike were gawking at her bare form, but the girl's appearance dismissed any notion of that idea.

Around Coco's body was a single, long strand of snow white silk, intricately intertwined around her bound in a elegant pattern that wrapped in between her arms and legs to create a cloth covering for the youthful mare. The ribbon of fabric was tightly wound, concealing Coco's nipples and her lower holes, but not leaving any other parts of her body to the imagination. The two ends of the cloth meet at her neckline, right below a restrictive collar around her throat that bore her name, to form a large decorative bow.

Even under the circumstances, Rarity could admire the elaborate tie for how lovely it made Coco look. It was fetishy, for sure, but it also gave the earth pony a very cute appearance some pony's would adore. Not every stallion was after a mature, voluptuous mare like herself or Schorl, some preferred the more "kid sisterly" type, ones that had a young appearance, small body, with a sweet personality and oozing with natural charm. Coco certainly hit all the marks when it came to that, with an overly meek attitude to complete the archetype. Wrapped up all nice and neat like a present, she was the very personification of someone's wet dream made real.

"A gift, Miss Rarity," said Schorl from in front of the stage, "Coco Pommel, one of the club's most lovely and sought after slaves, completely at your disposal for the evening."

Is Schorl taunting me? thought the unicorn. The crystal pony was quite aware that from the very beginning, Rarity had only cooperated with this to keep the earth mare away from stuff like this. Was she trying to get her to give up? Did she think that by putting Coco here that her resolve would vanish? If she did it was a crude trick, and one that wouldn't work. If Rarity treating her friend like a slave for a few hours would lead to Coco's removal from the Society, to take her away from this lifestyle that she simply wasn't cut out for, then so be it.

"And what do you want me to do with her?" Rarity asked her host.

"Why Miss Rarity, I would've thought by now you knew what I expected of you." Schorl replied.

Rarity stepped away from Coco to the edge of the stage so she could look down on the crystal mare. "Schorl, I realize that you want me to perform some sort of sex act, that's all you've made me do for the past two weeks, but we both know that it's not going to be that easy. There is no chance that you wouldn't make some sort of spectacle out of this."

"You know me too well," Schorl brought her hand up and snapped her fingers, prompting the spotlight to move away from Rarity and to the curtain at the back of the stage. Without much delay, two deer came out, one stag and one doe, each pushing a cart while grinning and waving for the crowd. They were not the same ones from Rarity's first night as a dominant, instead some other two from the many she had seen during her time here. Somehow they found about a dozen of them, an even amount of males and females, each with the same desire to be submissive and allow anyone to fuck them as they pleased.

The buck strolled right up to Rarity, the cart he had carrying on it some leather clothing. A pair of thigh high boots, some shoulder length gloves, and a corset. It was stereotypical "dominatrix" attire, it seemed that Schorl wanted the unicorn to look the part. "Fine, if you insist..." Rarity said, taking off her clothing so she could exchange it for what she was given. If someone had told her two weeks ago that she was going to strip naked in front of a group of ponies, she would've slapped them for the outrageous and scandalous accusation.

Now the glaring eyes traveling across her body didn't phase her one bit, there wasn't a single pony watching that hadn't already seen what she had to offer. The whistling and loud applause were perhaps a tad much, but aside from her face turning a light shade of pink, of which wasn't noticeable to anyone who wasn't on stage, she didn't show any signs of it bothering her. Wasn't the first time she'd been the center of attention, and she knew how to overcome the anxiety that tried to build in the pit of her stomach.

With her clothing completely removed and her body bare, she grabbed one of the the items off the cart. She started with the obvious choice of the corset, wanting to hide as much of herself from sight as soon as possible. To Rarity's relief, Schorl had at least provided her one with a closed crotch and an over-bust to hide her privates while she wore it, even if the leg holes were going to show off more of her flank than she thought necessary. Then again, the members were here to be titillated, and with that in mind what she was holding was perhaps more than she could've asked for.

Unzipping the back, she slid the article of clothing on, putting each of her appendages in their appropriate holes, which included slipping her tail through a small loop in the back that was right below the zipper trail. Turning her back to the handsome, toned buck standing patiently at the cart, she lifted up the back of her mane. The male deer instantly understood the meaning of this and rushed over to beautiful unicorn to zip her into the outfit.

Rarity waited until she felt the zipper reach the top of the corset, tightly wrapping it around her body so that it hugged her every curve snugly. If not for the thickness of the material, she was sure her every feature would have been easily seen through it as it could when she was nude. Even trying to move caused it to rub her sensitive areas in ways that sent sparks through her body. She was going to have to either restrain her own movements, or concentrate hard to keep herself from letting the pleasure she felt be known by every pony watching.

"Mistress," The buck behind her wrapped an arm around the unicorn's waist, "You look so sexy in that." Rarity felt the buck then press up against her back, making a surprised yelp when his erect dick poked against her butt, the male rubbing it against her fur. "If you commanded it, I would happily fuck you right here until you would know nothing but pure bliss."

"My, my, my.... you deer are insatiable," Rarity said, getting over the initial shock quicker than she would've expected of herself, "But I have to attend to something else at the moment. How about you be a... dear and fetch me the rest of my ensemble."

The buck backed away, "Yes Mistress, it is my pleasure to serve your whims," He went back to the cart, retrieving the long leather gloves for the mare who was the current object of his desires. The buck had been told to treat this unicorn like a goddess, which was not an issue for him if there was any possibility that he could satisfy his lust. If he did a good job he would be rewarded with sex in one form or another, be it by a mare, a stallion, or even a minotaur. It didn't matter to him who relieved his urges, just that they would be sated, but the sooner it happened the better.

The stag turned back to the mare, her arm extended and hand open, awaiting for him to deliver the gloves to her. "Mistress, do you intend to put these on yourself?" The male shook his head, "Nonsense, a beautiful pony like yourself shouldn't have to exert herself with such a menial task. Please, allow me."

"Very well, if you feel that you must..." Rarity replied, turning her head away from the deer like he wasn't worth her attention. Yet deep down she found the idea of a guy fawning over her and waiting on her hand and hoof a bit exciting. If there was anything that Blueblood had right about her, it was her desire to be treated special. As the deer dressed her, kissing her arm while he slid the leather wrapping the appendage, she felt her own urges rise and wished that there was some way to stay in the Society after getting Coco away from Suri. Schorl probably wouldn't allow it though; this felt like an all or nothing kind of deal. Either join and let Coco stay, or leave and take Coco with her. If only she had learned about the Society under other circumstances. It wasn't that terrible a place, and over time her only real complaint of it was Suri and Coco's involvement.

With the gloves covering her arms completely, the buck presented the boots before her. Like before, he was more than willing to help her put them on, kneeling down in front of the unicorn. Placing her hoof inside the heel boot, the stag repeated the gesture of showing his affection by kissing the inside of her thighs while he zipped them up. This time, however, the horny male took his actions a step further and when he finished zipping up the second boot, he moved his muzzle to the unicorn's crotch and licked at whatever exposed flesh he could there without warning or provocation.

Rarity took this about as well as one could expect of a mare who had just had her privates licked by someone without expressed permission, back stepping away, which caused the stag to fall forward, before she lifted up her hoof to slam it down on the bucks face. The act was so reactive that she almost did it without thought, and once the audacity of the deer's actions cleared from Rarity's mind she became aware of how terrible her own actions were.

The unicorn brought her hand to her muzzle, mortified that she could do such a thing. With the force that she sent the hoof into such a vulnerable spot of the deer's body Rarity was afraid that she might've done some serious damage.

"My apologies mistress," the deer said, giving a chuckle, "I've overstepped my bounds. Thank you for correcting me."

Rarity set her hoof back on the floor, allowing her to see the deer's smirking, if slightly bruised, face. Another masochist it seemed, she had encountered her fair share of them, but it wasn't something she easily got use to. "Well... you should apologize! You shouldn't touch a woman of my refinement without consent!"

"Of course, I'll keep that in mind." The buck got up, rubbing his face as he rose but otherwise he seemed fine as he grabbed his cart and left the stage. With him gone it was only Rarity, Coco and the doe that remained. Seeing that she now looked the part, the unicorn saw no reason to put this off any longer and approached the other two women.

"Greetings mistress." The doe said with a slight bow of her head, "I hope you don't mind, I was explaining to this slave what the head mistress wanted."

"You were, were you? " Rarity asked, "Then would you mind filling me in too? Schorl failed to tell me on the way here."

"Well it's not to different from normal mistress. I have brought you an assortment of items to use during your performance, but the headmistress had told me to relay that you have to use at least three of the items to complete the 'task' she wants of you."

Scanning the second cart, Rarity could see what kind of items the crystal pony intended her to use. Dildos, paddles, whips, gags, leashes, blindfolds, cuffs and mini-stocks of several varieties littered the top, practically spilling over the side from how many where there. She also noticed a small box that caught her eye, curiosity drawing her to it. She picked it up, opening it with caution since there could be anything inside. What she found was a set of needles, the points sharpened in a way that Rarity had never seen before, almost unnecessarily so. The way they were there would practically be no resistance going through fabric, or leather, or even...

Rarity clamped the box shut and dropped it. There was no chance that she would be using those on Coco. That kind of pain was something she could never see herself do to a friend. Even when she had threatened to stick Suri with about a dozen of the tiny spikes in her shop it was more of a threat than anything else. For someone to go that far, to inflict damage that intentionally broke the skin, that would be too much. Something like that could leave some sort of scar or permanent damage, and she was certain that it was something that Coco wouldn't enjoy one bit.

Still, something bothered her about the box being on the cart. Rarity could clearly see no permanent marks on Coco's body, or at least on the parts she could see. "Coco...." she said, a fear building inside, "Could you please show me your nipples."

Coco smiled, "Sure Miss Rarity," Without any hesitation she slipped her hands under the pieces of silk covering her A-sized breasts. With the the coverings gone, Rarity had a direct view of two silver hued rings dangling from the fleshy nubs on her chest. Coco couldn't help but notice that they were being stared at by the unicorn. "I did them myself at Miss Suri's request. I've got another piercing down here." Moving the fabric covering her crotch, Coco showed off a metal stud sticking through her clitoris, making the sensitive flesh poke out from underneath its hood. "Do you like them?"

Rarity couldn't believe what she was seeing. Up until this moment she had never gotten a good look Coco's bare body, always being too far away to notice the jewelry. To think that the earth pony had done this to herself, and at Suri's request, it filled Rarity with a loathing unlike any she had before. She wasn't upset with Coco exactly, more disappointed that she would allow herself to be manipulated so much, nor was she mad at Schorl or the Society, since she had seen such jewelry on many their slaves. Her hatred was reserved for only one pony, and that was Suri. This had to end, Coco had to get away from that mare, there was no more time to waste.

Grabbing items from the cart blindly, rage guiding her hands, Rarity made her way to the earth mare. "Coco, how could you be so... stupid!" Rarity looked down in her arms, seeing that one of the things she took was an extra large, wooden rectangular paddle, Grasping the handle, she pulled it from the rest of the object, allowing them all to spill out of her arm onto the floor. "You want to act like some dirty whore, flaunting your body in front of everypony!"

Coco recoiled in the face of Rarity's anger, yet she didn't try to escape as the older, more willful mare snatched her tail. A harsh yank turned her completely around, another forced her to lift her back end up, making the girl's rounded rump completely vulnerable to the unicorn. Next thing the cream colored knew was a powerful stinging sensation coursing through her. "YEOUCH!" she screamed, the impact forcing her to announce her pain to all in the room.

"Perhaps, if I discipline you like a filly, it'll put a little sense in your head." Rarity yelled, sending several additional swipes to Coco's flank. Each strike made the earth pony lift one of her legs high up as the solid piece of wood was focused and alternated between the cheeks of her bottom, which made everyone in the audience laugh at the mare that was practically dancing. Rarity didn't care though, perhaps a little humiliation would be good for her after whatever Suri had done to make her this way.

Rarity continued to smack Coco on her exposed flank until it she could see her skin turn red under her fur. Seeing it made her feel better in a way, like it would be just what the meek mare needed to teach her right from wrong, that it would get it through her head that no matter what Suri had done to coerce her into joining the Society, it wasn't worth it. Still, this wasn't over until the girl came so Rarity still had work to do.

Tossing the paddle aside, Rarity reached down to the floor for another item to use. What she found was a string of beads, each one larger than the previous one until they stopped at a plastic loop at the end. It was another toy that Rarity knew from personal experience, specifically her time at the club with Blueblood. She knew exactly where the object was supposed to go, and with Coco's tail already in her hand, there was no reason not to put it where it belonged.

Coco's eyes narrowed and a series of squeaks escaped her open muzzle when she felt the cloth covering her butt moved aside and the first orb press against her tight hole, stretching it outwards only slightly before allowing the flesh ring to close shut with the bead inside. This was only a short reprieve though, and mere seconds later another one followed after, turning her squeaks into squeals. This continued, bead after bead, until with the insertion of the final one the earth pony couldn't literally could stand it any more. With a low moan her legs buckled, dropping Coco to her knees.

"Do you like this Coco?" Rarity asked the mare sarcastically, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes..." Coco said, sadness evident in her voice.

"I... I beg your pardon?" The answer was not the one Rarity wanted. She was expecting her to say no, or to admit that she was only here because Suri made her be here. "Coco, surely you're kidding. There is no way you could really be enjoying yourself here."

"Miss Rarity... I know what you're doing," Coco replied, not even looking at Rarity, "Lady Tourmaline told me that you made a deal to get me away from Miss Suri. That you thought that it would convince me to leave the Society, to stop being a slave...."

"Well yes, I just don't think-"

"I really like it here Miss Rarity, I want to be a submissive. I want to have my body used, to be at somepony else's command...." Coco told the unicorn, even though this alleged confession was completely fake. She being at the Society, being treated like a fuck toy by the members, and most of all having to serve Suri both inside and outside the club's walls as her personal bitch and whipping girl. The words she spoke were not her own, just like most of what Coco said or felt these days were planted in her mind by her mistress. The only change was that this time Suri had used her crystal heart and the enchantment it held on her at the behest of Schorl.

Somehow, some way, the earth mare was supposed to say them during this farce of a test. She didn't know the reason, but she knew she had to speak the words before Rarity made her choice. "When she told me I had no purpose here without a dominant, I.... I begged her to let me stay. She took mercy on me... Told me if I really wanted to be somepony's sex slave... that she would find me another owner if I could no longer be with Miss Suri, even if I can't come to the club anymore"

Hearing this, Rarity looked out to find Schorl in the crowd. Did the crystal pony lie to her? She knew that the entire reason that she was doing all this was to remove Coco from this kind of lifestyle. Everything she gave up and was going to give up was for Coco. The deal was...

And then she thought back to that first meeting, the deal had nothing to do with Coco not letting herself be a submissive anymore. The only things Schorl had offered was that Coco would not be allowed to be part of "The Society", which didn't prevent her from being a mare that was into BDSM outside of the organization.

"Did you hear that? Coco Pommel is going to be up for grabs soon." Rarity heard one of the members say.

"If she likes the paddle so much I wonder how much she'd like a whip." said another.

All of a sudden the future of Coco Pommel became the focus of all the members' attention, each pony finding the possibility that she could become their personal property much more interesting than the show. The uproar of ponies, along with Coco's apparent want to be someone's slave, Rarity was at a loss for words. She felt betrayed at first, by both Schorl and Coco. After all she had gone through, it was going to be for nothing, her generosity was going to be tossed aside like garbage. She felt like she was going to cry, crumple on stage and just give into the inevitability of the situation. It had been a while since she had felt this way, not since.... not since the last time she was in Manehattan.

The last time she was here, when she felt her generous spirit was taken advantage of and that led to her thinking that even her friends had abused her better nature. Was this the same? Was she the one asking too much from Coco? What was it that Schorl had said to her just before coming here? "Whatever you might think, Miss Rarity, some ponies prefer to be treated that way?" "If that is what a pony wants, then who am I to stand in their way?"

All along Schorl was trying to make her see that this was just how Coco was, and to ask her to act differently was being selfish. What could she do then? Just give up, let Suri have her way and go home? Continue and possibly have Coco give herself to another member that would be more abusive to her then the pink earth pony. Would Coco know who would be a better suited match for her, or would she just pick the first stallion or mare that approached her. It all came down to another concept that Schorl brought up before, one that Rarity now was now taking to heart. Just how much was Coco willing to pay for a dress.

Mustering every bit of will she could, Rarity stomped her hoof on the stage with thunderous force. "QUIET!" The room went deftly silent, everyone immediately ceasing their conversations about Coco and directing their eyes to the unicorn. "How rude! Here I am, performing for all of you, and you all interrupt and ignore me over this..." Rarity reached down and grabbed Coco by her collar, pulling her back to her hooves, "This slave!? Well I hate to disappoint you all, but Coco Pommel is off the menu."

Coco looked into the unicorn's eyes, "M-miss Rarity, does that mean-?"

"Yes Coco, I'm not going to make you leave the Society if you don't want to. I'm going to become a member, that way you can keep this 'hobby' of yours." It was the smart thing to do, even if Coco had to stay with Suri just a little while longer. Schorl had expressed again and again that the slaves of the Society were not to be harmed in excessive ways. While Suri might be a bitch, she still had to follow the rules Schorl had put in place if she wanted to stay part of the Society herself. "Now how about you pick out something you want me to use on you so we can bring our show to an end."

Coco felt a release of her collar, allowing her to move freely. What she wanted? She had never been given a choice before, it was always what Suri or some other pony wanted her to do. It took her a while to think of what she would want to do. She hated pretty much everything that had happened to her since her enslavement, no matter how many times they made her cum on stage. Then again she did enjoy her time with ponies that were nice to her, like how she and Coco Crusoe made love to one another, even if it was always at the Society's command. Perhaps if it was with Rarity, someone she actually respected and admired, it wouldn't be so bad.

The earth pony went to the cart that still remained on stage, the doe having long since left to allow Rarity to do as she pleased. Even with the objects Rarity took off it, there were still plenty of things to choose from. Shifting through them one by one, separating the things she truly despised from the things she thought she might like, she eventually made her choice.

"Will this do, Miss Rarity?" Coco asked, presenting a pink, rubbery double ending phallus.

Rarity took the object in hand, "Coco, it doesn't matter what I feel is good. This is your treat for being such a good girl, even when I lost my cool." Rarity, reaching down to slide the strip of leather concealing her lower lips out of the way, inserted half of the toy inside her, "So bend your cute ass over that cart and let Miss Rarity take care of all your needs."

Coco nodded, putting her upper torso over the cart. Without even being told she spread her legs far apart, for once happy that some pony was going to fuck her. She wanted to be with Rarity, more than any other pony in the world. Maybe it was just her libido talking, heightened through all the sexual activity and passion fruit juice that the Society forced on her, but when she imagined Rarity ramming that shaft in her pussy, it made her mound instantly become wet.

Seeing this, Rarity had no more doubts about her friend's nature. Coco was a submissive, through and through. Like Schorl had said, she needed someone to guide her and fulfill her needs. Grabbing her hips, the unicorn pressed the other end of the shaft inside her against the ribbons that hid the smaller mare's soaked slit, pushing where the two stands between her legs separated till finally they made way and allowed access.

"Oh Celestia yes!" Coco shouted, the sudden mass stabbing inside her being more than she had anticipated. Her narrow passage was wrapped nicely around the rubber object inside her, and with Rarity guiding it in she could find enjoyment in the penetration that all other ponies aside from Crusoe had failed to give her. If only it could last forever, if this moment could simply not end she would be happy for the rest of her life. The motion of the shaft rubbing against her innards while Rarity moved her hips, being slow and gentle at first, but gradually increasing her power and speed. It was pure ecstasy like she could never had dreamed.

Rarity, on the other hand, was doing her best to make sure that Coco felt as much pleasure as possible. Positioning the toy in her so that each time she shoved into the girl it would grind against her vaginal walls. She wanted this to be something Coco would enjoy immensely, and from the lust filled groans coming from the submissive mare, as well as the sheer amount of sexual fluids she was spilling on the ground, Rarity could tell she was doing a good job at it.

The jabs the unicorn made became much harder over time, till each time she pressed her hips forward some of the sex toys remaining on the cart would fly off as Coco was pushed forward so far that the cart itself threatened to topple over. Coco herself clutched onto the edge of the device like her life depended on it, her body so filled with good feelings that she was beginning to lose track of where she was. Her mouth hung open wide and her tongue moved around freely the motion of her rocking body made it flick wildly in the air. She almost clamped down on the oral appendage when her climax came to her, her body tensing up and locking up while the sweet sensation of release shot through her. It was so powerful that she could feel her muscles cramp, but she didn't care. This was the absolute best thing she had felt up to this point in her life, all because it was with someone she wanted to be with instead of someone she was forced to be with.

As the earth pony slumped to the floor, Rarity backed away to allow her some space. Coco was spent, but she had a look of bliss over her face that made the unicorn feel good, even if she herself hadn't quite reach orgasm. It was fine though, as long as her friend was happy. Without a word she removed the dildo from inside her and tossed it to casually to the floor, turned to the ponies that had watched her send the cream colored pony into a powerful climax, and took a bow to show that the task Schorl had given her was complete. What she received in return was a fanfare unlike anything she had ever gotten in her life.

The members of the Society clapped, cheered and otherwise celebrated Rarity's show for several minutes. It might not have been the most interesting thing they had seen when it came to one of Coco's performances, but the way Rarity expressed her dominance over her and fucked her hard enough that the small mare was left pleasantly spasming on the floor was worth their admiration.

"Bravo, Miss Rarity," said a voice from just aside the stage, "Exactly what I'd expect from one such as yourself."

With the applause dying down Rarity faced the voice's owner, which was of course the club's owner. Even the crystal unicorn was lightly putting her hands together while she walked towards her, showing exactly how pleased she was with the look on her face that said to Rarity "I told you so".

"You have done wonderfully, and if I heard correctly then you've also decided that the Society is where you belong." Schorl said, coming right up to her newest member.

"Well.... yes, but I was wondering if...." Rarity's words trailed off as another pony got on stage. It was Suri, coming to retrieve her pet. Surely Schorl had only "borrowed" Coco from her mistress, and now that her duty was fulfilled the pink mare wanted her back immediately.

Suri took no time to clip a leash onto Coco's collar, pulling her out of her daze with a couple harsh tugs. "Come on Coco, we're going home right now."

"Yes mistress," Coco got to her hands and knees, giving Rarity one long look before following Suri off stage and out of the lounge. It was something that Rarity couldn't possibly have missed, and a sure indication that even though Coco would give herself to anyone if need be, she would rather be with her.

"You were saying something?" Schorl asked, interrupting Rarity's thoughts.

"Huh? Oh... it's nothing. Just something that was on my mind, but I think I have my answer now." She was going to ask Schorl if it could be possible to still get Coco away from Suri, but now she felt she didn't need to have the crystal mare intervene. With Rarity now established as a dominant mare of the Society, it might be a simple simple task of asking Coco to be her submissive instead.

"Well then, how about we go to my office and finalize all this." Schorl replied, "After that you can be free to do as you please around the club whenever you feel like it."

"Actually, I'm afraid that will have to wait," Even as the crystal mare was talking to her, Rarity had started removing the dominatrix gear she was wearing, slipping off the gloves, boots and corset with ease before gathering up her own clothes. "I have to take care of something first, so if you'll excuse me I'll have to sign whatever papers you have for me later." Rarity hastily put her clothes on, not even stopping to make sure everything was on straight, and rush after the two ponies that had left before her.

Schorl stayed on the stage though, not even trying to stop Rarity from leaving. She had expected this might happen, but it made no difference now. Rarity had become a member, Schorl was positive that the unicorn had succumbed to her manipulations. She would be back, she just needed to retrieve from Suri what she felt was rightfully hers. It might end up being a little problematic, but fixing that complication meant nothing compared to what she just went through. The first of the Elements of Harmony was now in her grasp, only five more to go until the Society's true purpose could come to fruition.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long delay, but it was a long chapter. That actually makes me have to ask though; do you, the readers, prefer a longer chapter like this to the around 5000 word chapters I usually do? I won't necessarily be making a bunch of chapters like these in the future, but I'm more wondering if the shorter chapters are more exciting or you feel they get to the point quicker. If you want, leave a comment telling me how you feel about long chapters vs short ones.

Anyways, next week is the Rarity arc finale. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and will stay tuned for the next one and the arcs to follow it.

Rarity Vs Suri

The morning after Rarity’s impromptu initiation seemed to take forever to come, making the mare incredibly anxious. She had gone directly to Suri’s store after she left Schorl’s side, hoping to catch up with Suri and Coco, but when she got there it was closed. After waiting for some time, she recalled what the pink pony had said to her seemingly unenthusiastic slave mare, that they were “going home”, and figured that waiting for hours on end would be fruitless. Instead she headed back to her hotel apartment, not having any idea where Suri or Coco lived, and spent the entire time coming up with a plan to do what she had always planned to do from the moment she got the letter that started all this, to get Coco away from Suri for good.

The unicorn paced in her room all night, frantically thinking about how she would do it. She wouldn’t try to talk Coco out of being a sex slave, as she had shown to Rarity that this wasn’t something she was forced to do or even something that she was doing on a whim, but an actual sexual desire of the mare to be at the mercy of another pony. It was an odd kink, but one Rarity could understand having found satisfaction in being objectified and humiliated herself. BDSM wasn’t the best hobby the mare could’ve gotten herself into, but as long as she was happy and safe, there wasn’t really a problem.

Coco’s happiness wasn’t in question; she seemed very pleased that Rarity was allowing her to stay a part of the Society. Remembering the joy on the mare’s face when she finally relented on her stance against it, Rarity couldn’t think of trying to take her away from the organization again. The unicorn just had never expected her to actually be into being treated like a slave before she saw that smile that proved otherwise.

With that image in mind it was the second issue that remained a problem, keeping Coco safe. Having frequent and public sex was one thing, but far too many of the “slaves” Rarity had encountered at the Society were into things that she couldn’t approve of for the timid mare. Whippings, electro shocks, she has even seen a bit of choking in the form of specialized collars designed to constrict at the tug of a leash. While these things did seem to enhance the act of sex, they were also dangerous and the kind of things that could do long term damage over time, especially for a delicate creature like Coco. Last thing Rarity wanted was for the masochistic submissive members to pass on these extreme kinks to her.

Then again, it wasn’t the other submissives she had to worry about so much as it was the pony pulling on Coco’s leash, Suri Polomare. The pink pony had proven to Rarity that she was an abusive sexual partner. The earth mare was mean, insulting, and made Coco do things that infuriated Rarity to no end. When she saw that Suri had made Coco pierce her nipples and clit, the unicorn was so upset she didn’t know what she would’ve done would Suri have been in front of her.

Having been given the time to calm down though, Rarity determined that hurting Suri would only upset Coco, pushing her farther away. So instead she was going to try something that until yesterday she wouldn’t have considered. She was going to make Coco become a submissive under her, so that she might be able to control her urges and limit the extent to which she would delve into bondage and BDSM. Some light bondage, suspension, paddling and having her act as a servant if that also appealed to the earth pony, but anything beyond that would have to be considered on a case by case basis. Hopefully it would be enough to lure the girl away from her current mistress.

If that failed, then perhaps she could try to reason with Suri, appeal to her better nature and make her see that Coco would be better off with someone else. If the Society had shown Rarity one thing, it’s that there were plenty of ponies that could replace the mare, ones that would be better suited to Suri’s sadistic tendencies. Perhaps she would find more enjoyment with one of those deer, though they seemed to be “public slaves”, ones that whored themselves out to everyone who wanted to use them, never tied down to any one pony. It was amazing how hard they could push themselves, taking on several ponies at the same time, allowing them to take every hole at once, their stamina and lust seeming unending.

Rarity forced her thoughts away from the deer, even though the images of their attractive and sexually tantalizing forms, as well as visions of the other submissive ponies at the club, kept haunting her. She had to get her bearings straight; get her head in the game and out of the gutter. Where was she? She was in the streets of Manehattan heading to Suri’s shop, carrying nothing with her except her purse. The unicorn felt that she would have better luck finding the two earth mares there today, it was unlikely that Suri, being the business pony she was, would have her shop shut down for two days straight.

“Coco, I think that you should allow me to be your mistress,” Rarity rehearsed aloud, quieting herself enough to avoid awkward stares from the ponies that passed her by, “I can make you feel really good and… dear Celestia that sounds silly.” Rarity recomposed herself and tried again. “Coco, yesterday was really special and got me thinking. We are very good partners together, perhaps we should be mistress and slave together.” The unicorn paused again, that came out so weird. Why couldn’t she just say “marefriends”. Everything about this kind of relationship seemed different than just being lovers. It was going to take some getting use to, that was for sure.

She kept practicing along her way to Suri’s shop, but still didn’t feel that she had come up with anything that sounded convincing. She couldn’t back down though, if she did now she might as well surrender Coco to her fate. She steeled herself and entered the highrise, taking the elevator while doing her best to stay strong. This was likely going to be Rarity’s last chance to reach the girl, to say she was nervous would’ve been an understatement.

The elevator opened right into the shop, the sound of a running sewing machine immediately coming to Rarity’s ears. “Hello! Welcome to the Knit and... “ Rarity heard from a cheerful voice as she stepped out from the elevator, “Weave…” The voice’s happy tone suddenly went flat, Rarity seeing that it had come from Suri.

The pink pony was attending the counter of her shop, Rarity almost surprised to see that she was actually doing something instead of having Coco do all the work for her. She went to the counter, ready to do whatever it took to accomplish her goal.

“Suri,” She said, trying to be civil.

“Rarity, what a surprise that you're here,” Suri said back, her tone turning to the phony one that she used so often to condescend to others. “I thought that you’d be at the club. What’s the matter, none of the stallions letting you suck them off for bits?”

Rarity ignored the crass comment, “I think you know why I’m here Suri.”

“Oh I know, you’re here to rub it in that you’re Schorl’s new pet.” Suri moved away from the counter, searching through one of her clothing racks so she didn’t have to look at the unicorn.

“Her pet?” Rarity question, “I think you’re mistaken, I’m one of the dominants at the Society.”

“Trust me, that doesn’t matter.” Suri replied, “All members go through a period where they act as her bitch. Wonder how long until you're licking her cunt clean. Don’t worry though, she’ll be more than happy to pamper you as long as you amuse her, but eventually you’ll be pushed aside for some new toy.”

Suri sounded like she was speaking from experience, with a bit of resentment mixed into her words, which made the unicorn wonder who it could’ve been that took the crystal pony’s favour away from her. Then she realized that it wasn’t important, she wasn’t here to talk about the inner workings of the Society. “Look, I’ll deal with any of Schorl’s nonsense when it comes, but right now I want to talk about Coco.”

“Coco?” Suri’s attention returned to Rarity, “Why in Equestria would you want to talk about her?”

Rarity took a deep breath, while she had worked on her intended speech for Coco, she hadn’t considered what she would say to Suri. “I’m not trying to be rude, but I really don’t want you to be Coco’s mistress anymore.”

“Excuse me?” Suri said, her face shifting to a slight frown.

“I’m not trying to be judgemental here, but I feel that your methods are far too harsh for somepony like Coco. I’m sure you're aware of how timid she is. She’s not some hardcore masochist like some of the other subs, and she can’t be treated like one. If you had less sadistic tendencies and treated her right, then I wouldn’t have had an issue with you and Coco’s relationship if it was for her happiness, but you made her pierce her nipples and clit and since the moment I’ve gotten here you’ve shown that you only see her as a something to torment.”

Suri looked at the unicorn, not sure whether to feel insulted or to laugh. She was right, Coco was little more to her than a trophy of triumph, her suffering at Suri’s hand recompense for trying to leave. As far as Suri cared, the girl was hers to do with as she wished. Sometimes she punished, made her painfully aware of the sins she had committed in the pink pony’s eyes, and other times she forced her into climax to let her know that even if she was not under the spell of the crystal heart in Suri’s possession, her body loved being handled by her. It was a delightful feeling, having another pony completely unable to refuse any order she gave.

So when it came down to Rarity’s request, her reply was obvious. “Are you dense? Coco is my slave, My servant,” She grinned at the unicorn, “My sllluuuttt.” She held the word long enough to watch Rarity whince from the annunciation of it, which elated her to no end. “And where would she even go if I did let her loose? To one of the other members? Maybe one of the stallions would like to use her as a cum receptacle.”

“I would take her!” Rarity said assured, “She’d be better off with me than anypony else at the Society. I’d give her what she wanted, but won’t do it for my own pleasure like you do. She needs a mistress that can treat her properly, allow her to explore her kinks without leaving her bruised or covered in unsightly piercings.”

“What are you? Her mother?” Suri asked sarcastically. “Coco loved it when I give her ear a twist or tell her to choke down a cock. The more humiliating or painful something is, the more she begs to have it happen to her. You know what? I think I might just get her knocked up.”

Rarity gasped, “You wouldn’t dare! There is no way she would agree to something like that.”

“Oh she would,” Suri assured, “I have her wrapped around my finger so tightly that I could tell her to do anything and she would obey just so she could have another opportunity to do something worse later. I wonder if those minotaurs at the club would like to have her carrying one of their children for a while.”

Rarity held back her desire to punch Suri in the face right there and then. She was just saying all this to irritate her after all, there was no way that she could be so cruel as to having a mare carry a child out of marriage, and to a minotaur no less. Rarity wasn’t even sure that such a thing was possible. The very threat of such a thing though made it very clear that Suri couldn’t be reasoned with, and thus there was only one other thing to do.

The unicorn stormed off deeper into the shop, off to a set of curtains in the back. That was where the sound of running machines had been coming from, and someone had to be operating them and the only one it could be was Coco. With Suri following closely behind her, yelling something that Rarity didn’t bother to pay attention to, she grabbed the curtain to toss it aside.

With the piece of fabric out of her way, Rarity spotted the mare she was searching for. However, she wasn’t sitting at the machine where she had expected. Instead she was standing right where the curtain divided, seemingly looking in on the other two mares as they had their argument. If she had been watching though, she must’ve seen Rarity walking towards her and could’ve easily slipped back into her seat before she was revealed. Did this mean something, or was Rarity simply seeing signs that Coco didn’t want to be with Suri where there were none.

“Coco!” Suri yelled, startling her. “What are you doing? You’re suppose to be making that new line of dresses for Photo Finish’s shoot next week.”

Coco bit her lip, “Sorry Miss Suri, I finished the one I was working on and was just taking a break.”

“You don’t get to take breaks, you get to make dresses and be happy that you get the chance to work for me. Now get back in your seat and get to it.” Suri pointed to an empty chair next to the sewing machine while sending a fierce look that made the small mare shrink away till she was back in her seat.

“Stop picking on her!” Rarity was becoming sick with Suri’s overall attitude, but remembering the last time she was at the shop, she refrained from tossing another heavy object at the pink pony.

Instead she went for a more constructive approach, the one that she had decided upon before she had entered the building. “Coco, I came here for a reason.”

Coco looked back to Rarity for a split second, only to shift her gaze to the side of the table so she could reach for a swath of fabric, starting up her machine again once she cut off a piece of the cloth. That she didn’t vocally respond didn’t bode well, but at least Rarity got a reaction.

For a moment the unicorn composed her thoughts. She still never came up with a version of her speech that actually sounded good, but there was no more time to rehearse. Whatever the unicorn had to say, she had to say it now. “I… I want you to come and be my sub. What we did yesterday in front of all those ponies, it was really special and I could tell that you enjoyed it, I know that you and Suri have more of a history, which I think is why you went back to her after I went back to Ponyville, but she’s nothing but cruel to to you. Not once have I seen her do anything pleasant to you while I’ve been here, in fact she’s told me that she sees you as little more than a slut.”

“Awww…. do you hear that Coco?” Suri intervened, “The high and mighty unicorn bitch thinks she knows what’s best for you. How about we just get this over with? Coco, tell her that you want to stay here with me.”

Coco stopped sewing, her body making small shakes. Suri had given her an order, and she couldn’t disobey. “Rarity… I want to stay here with Miss Suri…” She said solemnly.

“See, there you have it. Now if you would just go along and run back to Schorl or Ponyville or wherever else you’re going after you get the fuck out of my shop,” Suri wave her hand dismissively at Rarity, “And you, get back to work!”

The sound of the machine coming to life once more filled the room, but even though Coco seemed to hang on the other earth mare’s every word, she still didn’t buy it. “Coco, I’m not trying to make you stop experimenting with bondage. My only concern now is your happiness and well being, neither of which Suri can provide for you.”

A loud sound of a hoof slamming down drew Rarity’s attention away from the cream colored mare. Turning back to Suri, Rarity could see that she was livid. “Can’t you take a hint!? Go away! I’m not going to let you steal my assistant away from me like everything else!” Suri covered her muzzle immediately after her outburst, but it was too late, she had already said too much.

“Steal? Like everything else?” Rarity repeated back to the pink mare, “What in Equestria are you talking about? Is this all about the fashion trophy I won a last time I was here?”

Suri placed her hands down on her hips, becoming much calmer after having gotten her anger out. “It’s much more than that,” She started to explain, “You’ve been causing me problems all the way back when we were both part of the Ponyville Knitters League.”

So Rarity’s assumptions about Suri were true. Since it was the only other time the two ponies had interacted with each other before the contest where Suri showed her true colors, she had a feeling that it was where the earth pony’s ill will towards her had formed.

“When I started out there I was just like everypony else, a designer just starting my new career and found the club as a great place to enhance my abilities and learn things I didn’t already know. I was right, but since making clothing was my special talent I picked up on things very quickly. Within months I was the best pony there, everypony coming to me whenever they needed advice.”

Rarity watched Suri cross her arms in front of her before being sent a menacing stare. “Then you came along, and when the others saw how much better you were than all of us they flocked to you instead. In an instant all the admiration I worked hard to gain was snatched away, all because your abilities were so far ahead of anypony elses’ that you didn’t even need to be in an amateur's club. Every day I went in and saw that you were being crowded around, having brought in some brand new, spectacular thing, making it so nopony else could progress in skill since everypony was too busy telling you how amazing you were.”

Rarity could see her point, she did have a tendency to bring in her latest creations and many a session ponies would just spend their time looking over whatever she brought in. She couldn’t say that she didn’t enjoy the praise she got; her entire life being based around fashion and designing, which was based on who and how many ponies found what you created good.

What Suri seemed to have forgotten, though, was that Rarity wasn’t there only to be a glory hound, and that the reason she had her new designs on display all the time was so the others could inspect the clothing and learn from them. It was one thing to tell a pony how to make a dress, but another thing entirely to let them figure it out on their own. By putting something in front of them, it allowed ponies to come to their own conclusions. Sometimes one of the other league members would have trouble figuring out how exactly she did it, but this led to them becoming creative and figuring out other ways to get similar results through trial and error.

But Suri never would try to learn for herself, and for how much of a quick study she was, she never had much in the line of her own creativity. Show her a design pattern and she could duplicate it no problem, show her a fully made dress and she’d never figure it out. It was a shame that the earth pony could never appreciate what Rarity was trying to do.

“After a while I got fed up and left Ponyville to pursue my career elsewhere, in Manehattan.” Suri continued, “It took some time, but I finally found a mentor that was willing to train an eager and willing student. She showed me everything and soon I was winning professional fashion competitions left and right. Eventually my mentor was so impressed that she felt I was ready to go it alone, and even told the next pony that sought her mentorship to learn from me instead.”

“You don’t mean…” Rarity said, knowing the answer as soon as the words left her mouth.

“Why of course I do,” Suri wrapped her arm around the sewing pony’s neck, grabbed her by the muzzle, and turned her head to face Rarity, “It was sweet, little Coco Pommel. She was the perfect assistant, obeying my every command and willingly doing all my work for me so she could learn the techniques that I had.”

“Let her go…” Rarity said, finding it harder and harder to resist fighting Suri.

Noticing that she was once more getting the upperhand on Rarity, Suri released the mare. “Everything was going well until the day of that competition, where despite my every effort to assure you didn’t win, you took from me not only the trophy, but turned weak willed Coco against me. I was devastated, but then I met one of the members of the Society and they showed me a healthy way to release my anger through bondage. Like everything else I took to it fast, and after some time me and Coco had a nice, long talk about how much I missed her, as well as how much she needed me. Of course she decided, since you were no longer around to be a poor influence, that she’d come back to me, only this time as my sex slave. When she agreed it made me the happiest mare in Equestria and she was once more pleased to do my bidding.”

“That’s enough Suri, you’ve made your point.” Said Rarity.

“Not yet, we’re getting to the best part; The part where me and Coco became well respected members of the Society, got commissioned to make kinky clothing and bondage equipment for it, and were the talk of everypony for our lovely performances together.” Rarity could see where this was going, Suri’s opinion about the unicorn joining the Society had been poor from the start. “Until you once again showed up and stole the spotlight. For the past few weeks the only reason I’ve gotten a call from Schorl is so she could borrow Coco for a while.”

The unicorn really didn’t know what to say about all that. Perhaps circumstances had piled up against Suri, fate somehow making rivals of the two fashion ponies without Rarity ever intending it to be that way. That alone would be fine, but their one feud had pulled an innocent into it, one that had done nothing to deserve her role in all this. Whether or not Coco would’ve developed a bondage kink over time without Suri’s interference, Rarity would never know. But what she did know was that what Suri had to offer the girl would never end well, so one way or another, Coco was coming with her.

Rarity placed herself directly behind Coco’s chair, placing herself in between the small pony and Suri. “What do you think you’re doing?” Suri asked, bewildered by her actions.

“I’m not going to let you touch her again,” Rarity announced, “You don’t deserve it, not after what you’ve told me. All you’ve ever done is cause her misery, using her own wants and desires against her for your own personal gain.” Turning her back to Suri, Rarity reached into her purse and pulled out a spool of rainbow colored thread. “Coco, I don’t know why you are so intent in following Suri after all the things she’s done to you, and maybe I can’t convince you through my own words, but maybe this will be able to prove to you that I see you as more than a sex partner, or somepony to do my dirty work. I see you as a friend.”

Coco, as she did before, gave Rarity a short look, though this time she didn’t go back to the machine, but instead seemed to stop herself when the thread in Rarity’s hand caught her eyes. At first it looked like the cream colored mare was in a state of disbelief, then it seemed like she was going to cry, but finally the mare gave a smile unlike anything anything the unicorn had seen before. Her lips quivering to remain curled upright as tears poured from the corners of her eyes, Rarity wondering if she had done something wrong.

“You… you kept it!” Coco said, her light crying turning into full out bawling. “I thought you would’ve used it up, or maybe thrown it away, but you kept it.” Coco lept forward out of her chair, hugging Rarity tightly around her neck.

“Why of course Coco,” Rarity said, returning the embrace with one arm as she held the spool to the side with the other one, “I treasure it as a memento of when we became friends. I would never simply throw it away.”

The two mares held each other, happy to simply be in each other’s arms as they shared this moment together. Perhaps the thread had done the trick, maybe now Coco could see that no matter what hold Suri had over her, their friendship with one another would prevail. Then, without warning, Rarity felt the thread snatched directly out of her open palm. She pulled herself away from Coco’s hug, desperate to figure out where the item went, only to see Suri looking at it as she held it to her eyes.

“Rainbow thread?” Suri said with disgust, “Rarity, I would think that you of all ponies would see this tacky, useless material for what it is. You can’t sew a dress with something like this, the colors would clash with anything you use it in.” Suri walked to a table, taking a pair of scissor off it. “Perhaps I should do you a favor and get rid of it.”

“NO!” Both Rarity and Coco yelled as they watched Suri separate the blades of the cutting tool, inching it close to the thread. While the earth mare was unable to move from her chair as she looked on in fear, Rarity had no trouble running up to Suri to stop her.

Rarity, in the heat of the moment, took hold of Suri’s wrists. The action surprised the pink mare, causing her to drop the scissors on the floor. However, the spool of thread was still firmly clasped in her other hand, Suri refusing to let it go for any reason.

“Give it back!” The unicorn screamed, wrestling with the other mare. Rarity wasn’t going to let the thing that represented her and Coco’s bond get destroyed, and no matter how much Suri tried to escape her, she wasn’t going to allow her to get away.

Suri likewise wasn’t willing to relent. If she just dropped the item Rarity was after, the unicorn would probably release her, but she almost felt like she wanted this. She had built up so much hatred with the mare over the years that she knew her that she had no problem fighting with her if it gave her the opportunity to hurt her more. It wasn’t like Rarity stood much of a chance against her, she was a unicorn up against an earth pony.

Simple genetics said that in a challenge of pure strength it was her that would be her that came out on top, being that she and Rarity were both ponies of the same professions and similar age. Rarity might have the advantage of magic, which if she used it would give her the upper hand, but she was in so much of a panic to retrieve the thread that she wasn’t even trying to use her horn. So when Suri found herself tossed onto the table where she had gotten the scissors from before, she lifted her hoof up and used the leverage she got from her position to launch the unicorn away from her.

Rarity stumbled backwards uncontrollably, unable to find her footing no matter how much she tried to stop herself. The only thing that stopped her was a sudden impact from behind by something hard. At first she thought she had just hit a chair, or some other piece of furniture, but then she heard a blood curdling howl that made her heart skip a beat as she crashed to the floor.

The unicorn’s body hurt, and she was sure that she was going to form a bruise somewhere later that day, but that wasn’t important now. She got up a fast as she could, needing to make sure that what she thought had happened wasn’t true, but the sobbing and anguished noises she heard told her the story. Back on her hooves, Rarity could see Coco, still sitting in her seat, crying, screaming and clutching her hand in pain.

Getting a closer look, the unicorn looked at the girl’s hand. It was bleeding, black string going in and out of puncture holes on the side of her palm, small trickles of blood seeping out slowly from them. “Dear, sweet Celestia… Coco, I’m so sorry!” She must’ve hit during the tumble she took, which then knocked her hand in the path of the running sewing machine’s needle. How could she let this happen? She wanted to stop Suri from hurting her friend, but in the end she probably caused Coco more pain than Suri ever had.

“Get out of the way!” Rarity felt a harsh push remove her away from the injured girl, pushing her aside. “I can’t believe it... “ Suri said grimly, tossing down the rainbow thread so she could turn off the machine and break the string that had attached Coco to the outfit she was working on, “Look at what you’ve done…”

Rarity sent her eyes to the floor, in this case Suri was right. She had gone too far and her recklessness caused Coco to get injured.

“This fabric is simply ruined now,” Suri said, lifting up a shimmering, bloodstained cloth, “This is some expensive material. You’re going to pay to replace this Rarity.”

Suri’s words brought Rarity’s anger at her back faster than she could’ve ever imagined. While Rarity was partially at fault for Coco’s hurt hand, to see Suri standing next to the still sobbing girl without an ounce of concern for her showed who was really to blame for this. She was about to get up and start the fight all over again, this time ready to unleash her magical abilities to make sure that the mare stood no chance, but she held herself back, not wanting to accidentally hurt Coco in the process again. It was just far too uncontrolled an environment for a fight with someone else around, too many things around to cause an accident.

That aside, she had already caused enough harm for one day, and even though she wanted to help Coco fix herself up, it was obvious that Suri wouldn’t let her. The best choice for now was to leave and form another plan, one in a safer location where things couldn’t get so out of hand. While Suri still had her back turned, Rarity got to her hooves, stopping only for a second to grab the rainbow thread off the ground and quietly made her way back to the elevator at the front of the store.

“Well? don’t you have anything to say for your-” Suri cut herself off, noticing that Rarity had vanished, shortly after hearing the sound of the elevator reaching the top floor. She rushed over to it, but before she got anywhere close she caught the doors closing and knew that she would not be able to catch up to the unicorn. “Coward….” She said, half upset that she couldn’t get Rarity to pay for the soiled cloth, but still satisfied to make her run off scared.

Going back to Coco, she tossed the fabric into a bin. “Fix yourself up, then get back to work.” Coco nodded, her sobs becoming silent as she had already begun slowly pulling what remained of the string out of the three puncture holes in her hand. “And clean this place up, your ‘friend’ made the mess, so you can pick up after her.”

After giving her commands, Suri saw this interruption as a perfect opportunity to take a break. It would be a while before Coco finished patching herself up, and until that was done absolutely no progress was going to be made, so why not go out and treat herself. She could use a large mocha latte and after having to deal with Rarity for the past half hour she’d earned it. So with nary another word, the pink pony left her shop, not even bothering to help her assistant get the first aid kit.

The following morning Suri’s shop received a visit from one of the Society’s members, a stallion by the name of Golden Locks. Suri was very familiar with him, being that it was he who had first introduced her to the organization in the first place. She invited the red stallion to partake in an early morning meal, but he refused, saying that he was there on important Society related business.

He quickly explained to Suri that something dire had happened, that his own slave, a pegasus named Silver Tail, had broken free from the control of her crystal heart. At first Suri was panicked, if a single free willed slave was roaming the streets it could be trouble for any and all members, and the mare wasn’t accompanying Locks at the moment. He calmed her down fairly quickly though, as he told Suri that he was able to subdue his slave and took her to see Schorl. He then explained that the crystal mare was nervous about this turn of events, since the power of the crystal heart was suppose to be permanent, as holding a pony’s crystal heart was like holding their very will in their hand. Anyone who was the last pony to touch the item had full reign over the one it came from, which was why Suri had turned Coco’s into a necklace that she wore at all times.

So when the mare heard the power of the heart had faded for one of the mares, Schorl had Golden Locks leave both it and his slave at the club for a detailed inspection as she did what she could to recharge the magic of the gem. She also wanted Locks to go around and tell every member to bring in their hearts and slaves as well in case this wasn’t an isolated incident, the stallion telling her that he stopped at Suri's first since she was a friend and he felt she should be told before anyone else.

This, of course, prompted Suri to go to the Society right away. Coco might’ve been easy to control from inside the confines of the Society’s headquarters, but if her hold was slipping in any way the girl might be able to leave a message or run away when Suri least expected it. Maybe if she hadn’t been so cruel to her since she had gotten the heart, Coco would’ve felt conflicted in trying to escape, but from what Schorl said the hearts were suppose to last forever and Suri saw no reason to be nice if there were no consequences.

Once the two mares were at the club, Suri told the bouncer at the front door that she had to see the club’s owner. The bouncer understood the situation, and escorted both ponies to Schorl’s crystal chamber where the crystal pony was sitting in wait. She greeted Suri, telling the earth pony to follow her into her private quarters, which lay just beyond the crystal chamber itself.

After going down a hallway, passing by several rooms that Schorl used for her private seasons with members and slaves alike, they made their way into Schorl’s office. Suri had never been there before, only once before ever being in this section of the building when Schorl brought her into her chambers to celebrate Suri becoming a full fledged member, the crystal pony giving her the privilege of having sex with her, which the crystal pony made sure to make a night to remember.

Schorl took a seat behind a large, wooden desk, bringing her hands together to form a tent as she gazed at the two mares whom took their own seats on the opposite side of the piece of furniture. For what felt like a minute the crystal pony just sat there, taking in every aspect of both earth mares. It came to a point that Suri was about to say something just to break the silence, but as she opened her mouth Schorl spoke up.

“I’m sure that you know why you’re here,” Schorl said, “I must apologize for the inconvenience, but it was brought to my attention just recently that my magic isn’t quite what it use to be. Though there seems to be a few external factors to all this as well.”

“External factors?” Suri asked.

“Yes, from my understanding of the situation, it appears that the more hostile an environment a slave is in, the easier it is to break the enchantment. You and I both know how Golden Locks likes to treat his personal pet. He can be more than a bit rough at times, and over an extended period of time this leads to the spell weakening, which in turn eventually breaks it.” Suri gulped, as she was just as bad, if not worse, than the stallion. “But don’t fret, I can fix the damage, if any, that has been done.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Suri said as she relaxed, “I mean, I don’t think that there should be a problem with my crystal heart, but it’s good just in case something is wrong.”

“Of course, though…..” Schorl turn her gaze over to Coco, looking directly at her hand. The appendage was covered in bandages, tightly wrapped and held together with a safety pin. “Before I do that, I must really inquire about the condition of your slave. I hope that you haven’t been playing with her too intensely. Remember, there are rules here and causing your slave severe damage is not acceptable.”

Suri shook her head, “Please Lady Tourmaline, I wouldn’t think of harming a hair on Coco’s head, at least not in a way she didn’t earn. She just had a little accident with the sewing machine yesterday, patched it up myself and had her take the rest of the day off after. Isn’t that right Coco?”

“Yes Miss Suri,” Coco replied, having been told before they came here that if anyone asked about her hand that was what she was supposed to say.

“I see, then do try to be more careful Coco. I’d hate to see something happen to such a well liked slave.” Schorl reached out her hand, stretching it across her desk. “Suri, if you would, give me Coco’s heart so I can look it over.”

With the knowledge of how purposely horrible she had been to Coco, Suri grabbed the strap holding her crystal heart around her neck and removed it so she could hand the item over to the crystal mare. It had to be severely weakened, and there was not a moment to lose to have it repaired.

Schorl gave the heart shaped crystal a cursory glance, and then set it to the far end of the desk. Suri was confused by her actions, that was until she heard the mare utter the words, “You may bring her in now!” The handle to the room’s entrance turned and moments later Schorl’s personal minotaur bodyguard entered the room, followed in by a pure white unicorn mare.

“You!” Suri yelled, rising out of her seat.

“Calm yourself Suri,” Schorl said in a warning tone, “Unless you would rather have Sartek restrain you for the rest of this intervention.”

Rarity walked up to the desk, her posture showing confidence as she took a place on the opposite side of Coco from Suri. After leaving the shop the day before Rarity went to Schorl to tell her what happened, seeing that the crystal pony had always shown to her that she cared for the safety and well being of the submissives of the club, having rules in place to keep them from harm and making sure the dominants never did things that would cause an injury. If anyone could take care of this once and for all, and quickly at that, it was her.

Suri wasn’t happy seeing Rarity across from her in the room, understanding now that this was all a ploy to implicate her for Coco’s accident. “Lady Tourmaline, I don’t know what that unicorn whore has told you, but-”

“I would refrain from using terms like “unicorn whore” in my presence Suri, lest you forget who you’re talking to.” said Schorl to remind the earth mare that she too was a unicorn.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Suri said, backpedaling a bit, “What I meant to say was that she’s been out to make me look bad since day one and even now-”

“I beg your pardon!” Rarity interrupted, “I know that you see me as some sort of vindictive rival, but I have never purposely-”

“Fuck you!” Suri yelled back, “Every time I see you it only causes me problems! You’re nothing but a b-”

“Enough!” Both mares stopped yelling; a loud, overwhelming voice forcing them, as well as Coco, to flinch in shock from the sheer amount of power behind it. When they looked to where it came from though, they didn’t look towards Schorl. Instead every mare in the room sent their eyes towards the minotaur standing at the door.

The muscular male, who was so large that his horns threatened to touch the ceiling, peered at the three. While Schorl might’ve been content with allowing them to bicker, or perhaps couldn’t stop them if she wanted to, he had no issue in taking charge. “You two are here for a reason,” He said, his gruff voice carrying an air of authority, like his very voice had something to it that could make someone who heard it unable to resist his order out of sheer intimidation alone, “Nothing has been decided yet, isn’t that right Schorl?”

“Yes,” Schorl agreed, “My bodyguard is correct. You are both here because this is a matter of grave importance. Coco Pommel’s physical safety has been put in jeopardy, and yet I’m still not certain which of you is truly at fault.”

“What?” Rarity and Suri both said at once, the earth mare in a tone that was much more happy with what Schorl had said.

“Rarity, while you came to me and told me your version of the story, the fact of the matter is that you could’ve recounted the events to better suit your side of this. It wouldn’t be the first time somepony tried to alter facts to meet their own ends, even if you did take responsibility for your part of the fight.” Schorl then addressed the pink mare, “And while Suri might’ve tried to hide the situation from me, she might’ve just wanted to put this all past her and was willing to let you off, though I can’t really condone that either. If somepony has hurt one of the submissives then I want to know immediately.”

Both of the mares became on edge from how the crystal pony laid it all out. They were both on trial here, and whatever her decision was would also decide the fate of Coco. The tension as they watched the wheels in Schorl’s head turn made them both shake and sweat, as on a word it would be over and one would be the victor over the other.

“I’ve decided…” Schorl announced, “Since I wasn’t there to see it first hand, it’s impossible for me to determine who is to blame.”

Rarity’s jaw dropped, “So this was all pointless?”

“I didn’t say that….” Schorl replied, “There is still a way to figure out who is at fault here. After all, Coco Pommel is here as a witness to what happened.”

“Ha… haha… hahahah!” Suri suddenly burst out laughing, unable to contain herself, “Of course! She is the perfect witness to what happened! Go ahead Coco, tell Lady Tourmaline that Rarity did this to you! End this once and for all!”

“Suri… please restrain yourself. This is not a matter for you to decide what Coco says,” Schorl leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, “Coco, tell me the truth. Who was it that caused you to hurt your hand. Pick one of these mares.”

Coco wondered why Schorl even bothered, thinking that her answer would be obvious. She couldn’t refuse a direct command from Suri and she told her to say it was Rarity. Yet, for some reason she found herself pondering the question, thinking over the events that took place and what had happened to make her hand go into the path of the needle.

It was true that Rarity had hit her and knocked her into the active machine, but that had only happened because Suri had kicked her away. Then again, the only reason that Suri had to do that was that Rarity had attacked her, but she attacked Suri because she snatched the rainbow thread from out of the unicorn’s hand. Even looking past that, Rarity caused the fight in general by showing up that day, knowing that Suri didn’t like her. Still, Suri egged Rarity on, doing everything she could to antagonize Rarity and rile her up, but according to what Suri said that was only because Rarity constantly got in her way of having a normal life.

By sheer facts and circumstances, either one of them could be considered to “blame” for all of this, as every facet of Suri’s life seemed to be a reaction to how Rarity affected it from how she had explained it back at the shop. Coco found herself at a stand still, unable to determine by information alone. The crystal pony had told her to pick one though, which meant that she had to choose.

It was something that filled her with joy when she noticed it, for some reason she didn’t feel bound by Suri’s command. For once in a long time she could feel her own will come to the surface; she had a choice! On her word she would be able to decide which mare would be condemned by Schorl.

Coco sent Suri a glare, the pink pony being taken aback when it hit her. “Suri’s the one who hurt my hand!” She declared, “She kept trying to get Rarity to fight, she took something important right out of her hands, and she’s the one who kicked Rarity into me!”

Schorl closed her eyes and gave a slight smirk, “I see…. then Suri, I regret to say that the Society no longer has a place for you as a member. Sartek, please remove her from my sight.”

“B-but… but I… I don’t understand. She was… she’s... “ Suri was in complete shock, unable to comprehend how Coco could’ve resisted her. She had thought that Schorl had lied before to lure her to her office. Did Coco really break free from the spell? It all flurried around in her mind as Sartek took hold of her.

“Come on,” The minotaur said, placing a hand around the pink pony’s neck. Suri didn’t try to resist the strong hand clutching her, there was no way out of this. She resigned herself to defeat, completely crushed that somehow, someway, Rarity had beaten her again. Without another word, the minotaur led Suri out of the office.

As soon as the door closed, Rarity felt the impact of a small mare practically crashing into her body as a pair of arms wrapped around her. The awkwardness of this only increased when Coco pressed her lips against the unicorn’s, gently and lovingly joining the two. The kiss was held for a long time, until it was finally broken by the earth pony, “Rarity! Thank you so much!” Coco said through her tears. “I hated being with Suri so much, but I couldn’t resist her… I-”

“I think we understand what happened here, Coco,” Schorl said, holding Coco’s crystal heart in her hand. “You have a very submissive nature, and you need a strong influence in your life, even if it’s somepony like Suri. It is a shame that she turned out this way.”

Rarity looked back to the door, “What will you do with her?”

“We’ll detain her here for a while, so that you and Coco may go back to Suri’s home to get her things.” Schorl answered, her horn starting to glow as Rarity’ back was turned to her “It’s not exactly legal, but I care a lot about the submissives of the Society. As long as it keeps Coco safe, I’ll take the flack for it. Besides, sometimes you have to do something most would consider wrong to do what’s best for a pony.”

Considering the situation, Rarity had to agree with Schorl. While normally holding someone against their will would be something the unicorn couldn’t condone, it was necessary to help Coco put this bad experience behind her.

“Rarity, you do understand now that there are some ponies that need to have somepony in control of them, to guide their lives, right?” Schorl asked.

Rarity wouldn’t have agreed to that statement before, but seeing how quickly Coco latched onto her after Suri was removed, it seemed that there were ponies in Equestria that depended on stronger figures in their lives. “Yes, you’re right.”

The glow on Schorl’s horn died down, she had heard what she needed to. “Then I see no reason not to assign you as Coco’s official mistress in the Society.”

Rarity looked to the crystal unicorn upon hearing this, and then to Coco to see a large smile on her face. “You mean that? You’re not going to try and stop me from taking Coco as my… submissive?”

“Not at all, in fact this whole thing has proven to me that I made the right choice when I picked you,” Schorl opened a drawer in her desk, pulling out a large book and some sort of heart shaped case, “Rarity, I haven’t exactly been forthcoming with you I’m afraid.”

“Oh really?” Rarity said, shifting her tone. She knew that Schorl had other plans for her.

“I wanted you as part of the Society because I felt you were a perfect leader. A pony that can be relied on and can manage things.” She said as she removed the strap Suri had put on Coco’s heart, “You see, I was planning on starting up new chapters of the Society and I was hoping that you would accept to role of headmistress of our Ponyville division.”

“You want me to what?” Rarity wasn’t sure if she should be excited or not. It sounded like an awful lot of responsibility, but many members of the Society were VIPs of Equestria, and the title held a certain level of respect to it. “I’m afraid I don’t have an area like this to host a large amount of ponies.”

“Don’t worry, most of the time it should only be a few ponies visiting you at first.” Schorl explained, “Local dominants and submissives and the occasional passerby. If you have a large basement area you could clear out, that should suffice until we are able to set up an actual building. That could take time though, seeing that you won’t be getting too many customers.”

Rarity did have a large enough basement under Carousel Boutique that she had only been using as storage. If she cleared it out it could maybe accommodate ten to twenty ponies at a time. “I don’t have any equipment.”

“We’ll send you some soon, enough to keep everypony satisfied.” Schorl added.

Rarity thought it through, there was just one last thing that bothered her, “Will I be able to run my chapter as I see fit?”

“This book here is a list of rules,” The crystal pony pushed forward the book she had gotten from her desk, which was a copy of the Society’s charter, though one that omitted any of the more dubious activities of the organization. “You are able to work in any capacity as long as the rules are followed, including a very important rule that all members must follow.”

“What’s that?” Rarity asked.

“You must never, ever, speak of the Society’s practices to anypony. Members prefer their privacy and don’t want everypony knowing their business, especially when it applies to something like this.” Rarity could understand, she certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone about her newly found S&M fetish. “Coco, that goes for you too. Remember that you aren’t allowed to tell anypony about the Society’s secrets.”

“Yes Lady Tourmaline.” Coco answered.

“Aside from that there is also an issue of respecting every dominant’s right to play with their subs however they see fit. We aren’t here to pass judgement, which is a rule you kinda broke with Suri. Though technically you weren’t an official member when you did that and seeing the circumstances, you did the right thing this time. Just don’t make a habit of it, or at least contact me first.”

Rarity picked up the book and skimmed through it. Everything seemed to be there, proper etiquette when dealing with members, time limits for sub use, information on how the bondage equipment worked. She could work with this, “Very well then, I don’t see a problem being in charge of the Ponyville chapter, just so long as there are no other hidden motives.”

“Not at all,” Schorl stated, putting the crystal heart in her hands, inside the case on her desk. Closing the case, it locked snugly around the stone, allowing no room to jiggle around, “In fact I want you to have this as an indication that you are now a full fledged member.”

Taking the encased, heart shaped stone, Rarity could see it through the glass that composed most of the container. The only part that wasn’t made of glass were the strips of metal that came together to seal the heart inside, which in its closed state appeared to be permanently locked.

“The case is to symbolize you as a headmistress. I’ll be giving them to other members that run my organization as well, but you’re the first to get one. It even has a loop on it to use if you want to make a necklace out of it. Much better than the makeshift strap that Suri had on it before.” With everything now in order Schorl got up from her seat, went over to Rarity, and put her hand out. “Welcome Miss Rarity, to the Society.”

Rarity hesitated for a second longer, but then took Schorl’s hand in her own. “Let’s do our best to make sure everypony gets what they want.” She said with a shake.

“I want nothing less,” The crystal mare replied.

An hour passed and after a little post agreement celebration Rarity and Coco were sent along their way to gather everything the needed. Rarity was going to take Coco back to Ponyville to take her on as a personal assistant and teach her everything she knew about the art of fashion, and Coco did seem happy for the most part, except for a the small signs of sadness she showed whenever Rarity wasn’t looking.

Before they left, Schorl did take the time to implant some more commands on the sly to make sure things would be fine once Coco left Manehatten. Phrases like “Make sure to always smile for Rarity” and “Obey your mistress unless she’s trying to break the rules”. With the amount of measures she took, the small mare shouldn’t have the ability to recount anything the Society had done to her, or at least not in a way that would seem like she was kidnapped, raped and then turned into a sex slave. Aside from that all she had to do was only send tamed or trustee slaves to her to make sure that she never felt the Society was more than what was presented to her during her stay. There was still one thing to take care of though, one loose end she had to make sure was being dealt with, and so she went to a room in her club where she knew the issue was waiting for her.

Upon entering the room a muffled howl of pain came to Schorl’s ears, which made the crystal unicorn smile. The scene before her was wonderful, a delight for the eyes of any sadistic pony that saw it. Suri was standing in the center of the room, her legs spread far apart, cuffed to the floor, while her arms were held up up by a set of chains dangling from the ceiling.

Behind her was Golden Locks, taking the liberty of plundering the bound mare’s tight ass, not holding back anything as each thrust of his hips caused Suri’s body to violently lurch forward. Watching the earth mare’s violation was Sartek, sitting in a chair as two other mares, Golden Locks’ pegasus slave, Silver Tail, and Schorl’s unicorn maid, Sweet Mint, licked at his massive cock. The two mares paid Suri’s woeful cries no heed, focusing only on getting Sartek’s dick completely covered in their saliva. There was one other pony in the room, the bat mare Violet, Schorl’s other enforcer aside from Sartek and part time slave hunter for the Society.

Looking over the room, Schorl could see that the group was having their fun with the seamstress, bondage gear and sex toys littering the floor, and the mare’s normally pink bottom a bright shade of red. There were also three empty syringes on the ground, which along with Suri’s soaked cunt simply pouring out fluids indicated that the group had prepared her for inevitable penetration by the minotaur’s oversized shaft, which would mean by the end of the day he would have the satisfaction of a representative of all three of the major pony races pleasuring him.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this Suri,” Schorl’s said apologetically, “But you did break a rule and it’s not like this was the first time. You have to be expelled from the ranks of the Society, but you know far too much to be let go.” The crystal pony gripped a hold of Suri’s gagged muzzle, feeling the force of each grunt as it escaped through the cracks between the rubber ball and her lips, “But don’t worry, we still have a place for you here. It might take a while to reverse my influence on you, but once we do you’ll be a happy slave mare like Coco is now. You’ll even be able to continue making dresses and equipment for us. Won’t that be lovely?”

A loud squeal and a sudden climax was Suri’s reply, her eyes rolling upwards into her head as her body tensed up from the cocktail of pain, pleasure, drugs, and passion fruit flowing through her. What was worse than her unwilling squirts was that she knew very well that Schorl was going to succeed and make her a slave. The crystal pony had done this so many times before that she didn’t stand a chance. So even as the despair set in, even as Golden Locks shot his load inside her, even though she would soon be impaled on a minotaur’s penis, she found herself unable to stop from clenching her ass around the stallion rod inside her, or the spasming of her body from the intense pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Author's Note

Guest OC is Violet who is owned by Generic-Violet

Rarity Epilogue

Rarity focused on the item in her hand, carefully sending a needle through it again and again. Retrieving Coco’s things from Suri’s home had been a small matter, as aside for some clothing and a small amount of personal effects, Suri had made Coco get rid of all her things upon moving in with her.

For the things she did take, she also left plenty of things behind, such as a basket of sex toys with Coco’s name on it, and the collar that Suri had personally crafted for the cream colored mare. However, on the way out Rarity spotted the materials to make the padded collar, and took it upon herself to commandeer it. Suri would never miss a few materials, and she did still owe her for that cloth Rarity let her have for the competition. It wasn’t hard to duplicate the collar, not for someone of Rarity’s talent, and she was even able to add her own touches to it.

“Tada! It’s finished!” Rarity said, holding out the new collar. It was made of blue leather on the outside, with a soft cotton padding on the inside. There was also a nice addition to the embroidered name on the front. Suri on her version, had indented the name in the front and then painted it in. Rarity on the other hand decided to hand stitch the name in, and took great efforts to make sure everything lined up properly to create a rainbow colored “Coco” in front of it using only thread.

“Miss Rarity, it looks lovely.” Coco said, genuinely happy with it. She wasn’t exactly sure if she really had a bondage fetish, but Schorl had slipped her a command to not tell Rarity otherwise, and perhaps she would like it as long it was with Rarity. At least Rarity was doing it out of love, and not just to be cruel or show dominance. “But are you sure that’s how you want to use the thread?”

“My dear Coco, I can’t think of anything else better to use it on except something for you.” Rarity replied. She was glad that this was all over with, and now all she had to do was explain her new roommate to her friends. A simple cover story would suffice, telling them a half truth that they dealt with Suri and now Coco was going to work as her personal assistant. As she looked around the otherwise empty train car they were taking back to Ponyville, Rarity couldn’t help but feel satisfied with herself.

“Might I try it on Miss Rarity?” Coco asked, it seemed that she liked to identify her mistress in a proper form.

“I suppose so, but just for a moment. Don’t want anypony coming in and seeing you in something like that. Even if you like being a submissive, I don’t want you to degrade yourself in public…. well at least not in front of anypony that’s not a member. Okay?” Coco nodded, to which Rarity handed over the collar.

With a quick wrap around her neck and a snap of a buckle, the collar was in place. “This feels much better than Suri’s collar Miss Rarity. Nice and soft and doesn’t rub a bit.”

Rarity was glad the earth pony was happy with it. It was the first time she ever made something quite like it outside of a customized collar she crafted once for Opalescence. This one came out well though, and Rarity was satisfied with her work.

“Miss Rarity…” Coco said, snuggling up to Rarity, laying her head on the older mare’s chest. “Thank you for saving me.”

Rarity patted the earth mare’s head. “It was my pleasure,” Content to allow Coco to stay where she was at, Rarity put away her things with her horn, grabbing one thing out of her purse when else was inside it. The crystal heart that Schorl gave to her, the one she assumed once belonged to Suri. Through the glass she could see it as clearly as the day she first saw it. It was beautiful and unique from any other gems she had ever seen, as it was before, but now it emitted a powerful sense of happiness from it.

Author's Note

And that is the finale of the Rairty arc. I hope you all enjoyed it.

A bit of actual news though. For the next few months I'm going to focus on one of my other projects, Bruised Apples, a little more than usual. Mostly because I am closer to finishing it than this (we have JUST reached the halfway point for EqTS, and even then there is a sequel story that will show where all this is leading to and will get to the finale of the story proper where the readers will be allowed to vote on whether things end well for those enslaved or not).

The other reason is that after this next arc there will be the Applejack arc, and I don't want to muddle my information by writing for AJ in two separate stories. What I'll do is write 3 weeks for Bruised and then 1 for EqTS, just so you all have something while you wait and I can wrap up bruise in about 2 months. I hope that you all stick around and continue to leave amazing comments in the next arc Equestria Trainer's Society: Recruitment. (working title, subject to change :rainbowwild: )

Return to Manehatten

Author's Note

One last warning! For those new to Equestria Trainers' Society you may wish to read from the beginning to get the full story. While you can start here with little issue there will be references to previous chapters throughout this story arc that you might not understand, which may or may not annoy some readers.

For people already familiar with EqTS this first chapter will be a little short and mostly just setup for the arc on the whole. I will try to get my normal chapter length back by next week's update.

Oh, and there is an alternative cover for this story, but FIMfiction has deemed it too hot for the site so if you want to see it please go to derpibooru and search the tag "equestria trainers society".

Return to Manehatten

The beautiful tune of chirping birds filled the air around Fluttershy's cottage as she and Rarity sat at a table in her backyard. Her white unicorn friend had been invited over by the yellow pegasus to relax, to ease her nerves from the pressure of running the Ponyville Days festival which ended just yesterday. The whole ordeal left her a little drained, so Fluttershy, wanting to help her friend, felt that some tea and a listening ear would make it easier for Rarity to recover. The past few days had been stressful for the fashion designer, not only having to deal with decorating the town and organizing the festivities, but slowly going crazy over a crush she had on a stallion named Trenderhoof.

"...and that is when I jumped into a pool of mud." Said Rarity, sipping her cup of ice tea. "Honestly, if Applejack hadn't brought me back to my senses, I don't know how far I would've gone."

Fluttershy nodded politely. "It is good to have friends that aren't afraid to say when a pony is going too far." She said before giving a cute smile that seemed to make the whole world brighter. Rarity shared the pegasus' sentiments, it was always nice to have friends that not only supported you, but also made sure that you didn't make a big mistake. There were far too many times that Rarity had allowed her own ego get the better of her. The Best Young Flyers Competition, the Sister Hooves Social, her incident with Photo Finish, even her recent competition in Manehattan.

If not for having five special ponies to act as her moral compass, the mare wouldn't know where she would be or even who she would become. It was possible that she could be the same, that she would learn lessons on her own accord, but it was more likely that she would be someone completely different. One bad influence could bring out the worst in a pony, as she had learned about herself when she was cheated by Suri Polomare. At the same time though, one good influence could lead you to a brighter future, which she had done personally with Coco Pommel.

As Rarity dwelled on her thoughts, she caught Fluttershy's head look upwards into the sky behind her. Turning to see what had captured her attention, the unicorn could make out a grey pegasus with blonde hair in a mail mare's uniform carrying a satchel flying towards the two of them. Soon the winged mare touched down near the table, and there was no mistaking who it was.

"Good morning Derpy." Fluttershy greeted. "What brings you here today?"

"Good morning Fluttershy," Derpy Hooves greeted back. Being Poniville's mail distributor, the grey pegasus knew everyone in town by name. "I got a book for you!" Reaching into her bag she pulled out a paperback magazine.

Fluttershy took it from the mail mare to look at the cover. "My issue of 'Cuddly Exotic Creatures Monthly'. Thank you very much." Flipping through the pages with excitement she stopped on a page featuring a two headed dog. "Oh look! An Orthos! They are so cute!"

"You're welcome," said Derpy. "Oh, and I got a letter for you too Rarity!"

Digging through her bag again Derpy fished out a pink envelope with purple trim. "Who is it from?" asked Fluttershy.

Rarity tore the envelope open with her telekinetic magic and then used it to pull out the note inside. "It's from Coco Pommel." The two had taken to writing letters back and forth since Rarity first met the small mare. It had been some time since Coco's last one though, and Rarity was starting to worry for the girl. "It says that she is doing fine, and that she's finished the job I got her making dresses for the play, and that...."

The unicorn stopped for a moment. She had to read the latter again, and then a third and fourth time just to be should she wasn't reading it incorrectly. "What's wrong? You look upset?" Fluttershy said, worried about Rarity's ever increasing look of dread.

"It's Suri..." Rarity answered, a bit in disbelief. "Coco says she went back to work for her."

It didn't take Rarity but a few days to open up her schedule enough for a trip to Manehattan. She still had plenty of things to do, such as a headdress and new outfits that she had agreed to make for Sapphire Shores, but she could work on that when she got to her destination. For now she had to focus on Coco. "I simply don't know what got into her." Rarity said to Fluttershy and Twilight, who were helping her put her luggage onto the train she would be taking.

"Well, maybe Suri turned over a new leaf and started treating Coco a lot better." Fluttershy said with optimism, wanting to give Suri the benefit of the doubt.

"I suppose that's true..." Rarity said, still unsure. "But she didn't make any mention of that in the letter, just that she was working for her. At the very least I need to be sure everything is ok."

Twilight, using her magic, loaded the last of Rarity's suitcases into the luggage car. "Are you going to be ok going by yourself?"

"Why whatever do you mean darling?" Asked Rarity. "It's just a trip to Manehattan."

"I know, but you and Suri didn't really leave off on the right hoof last time." said Twilight, worried about what might happen when the two encountered each other.

Rarity found the alicorn's words humorous. "Oh please Twilight, I know how to behave myself. I'll just talk to Coco and see what she has to say."

"I just wish that I could go with you, but Celestia called me to Canterlot. One of the Wonderbolts has gone missing and she wanted me to help with the search party." said Twilight. While she was here to wish her friend a good trip, she was also here waiting for a train of her own.

The three mares moved down the the station platform until they came to a passenger car. Grabbing the handle just outside the train car's entrance Rarity pulled herself aboard. "Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it." she said to Twilight, certain that this situation would be quickly resolved. "Fluttershy, do remember to take care of Opalescence for me."

The pegasus nodded. "I will. Have a safe trip."

"I will!" Rarity said entering the train completely and taking her seat. As it started up the unicorn looked out the window, giving her friends one last wave goodbye which they then returned. Despite how short she expected her excursion to Manehattan to be, she missed them already, perhaps a trait she picked up from Pinkie Pie. Reminding herself that she would be back in a few days, she settled in for the ride and started focusing on what she would do when she got there.

The unicorn opened a handbag she had brought with her onto the train and started working out her plan of action. It was very likely that what Fluttershy said before was true, that she was just misinformed and that something had come up that would allow Coco to go back to Suri without it being such a hostile environment for the up and coming seamstress. Then again, it was also likely that Suri somehow coerced her into working for her once more. If the latter was the case, Rarity intended to do something about it.

"First thing's first." The unicorn said to herself. "We rent a hotel for a few days before figuring out where exactly Suri's shop is. Once there we demand to see Coco, then we can get the full story." Putting her hand in the handbag she pulled out a small object, a spool of rainbow colored thread. "If she tells me something is wrong, or if it seems like she is nervous or hiding something, we will try to convince her to leave and if that doesn't get through to her, perhaps this will."

The thread was a representation of many things; Coco' respect for Rarity and her ethics, her initial independence from Suri, Rarity seeing that her friends were more important than some fashion show. Rarity hoped in this aspect though it would show the earth pony that they were truly friends, and that if she was telling her not to stay with Suri it was only because she cared about the pony. Putting the thread back inside her bag she sealed it up and looked out the window of the train car. Manehattan was still hours away and she would have plenty of time to prepare what she would say.

Some time passed and Rarity found herself back in the city of Manehattan. The city was bustling with life just as she remembered from her last visit. Carts filled the streets, pegasi flew in between the tall buildings, and from every direction came noises of activity. While she considered Canterlot her home away from home, Manehattan would always be the place she knew she would strive. Anyone with the talent and the drive to make something of themselves could be a very important pony here, at least that was what she believed.

After recieving assistance from one of the train station's employees to help her carry the baggage she brought outside, the unicorn went out to the sidewalk and attempted to hail down a taxi cart. Her last time in Manehattan had taught her that this task wasn't always easy, but there didn't seem to be anyone else trying to get one at the time so she felt it was worth a shot. Going to the edge of the sidewalk she put her hand into the air and waved at a few that were passing by.

It didn't take long for one to stop, coming up right in front of her aside the sidewalk. The pony running the cart, a large stallion whose body seemed built for the task, looked at the mare and then to the suitcases beside her. "One moment ma'am." He said, unhooking himself from the cart before going to the trunk of the cab. Once he got it open he started to load taxi with her possessions. "Feel free to get in Miss, this will only take a minute."

The unicorn tipped the station worker with a moderately sized gem, as was her habit when someone went out of there way to help her or performed a service exceptionally well, and entered the vehicle. Slipping inside and closing the door behind her, Rarity didn't even notice the other pony sitting on the other side of the cart. As she looked out at the progress the cabbie was making with her things, the pony quietly reached out their hand, grabbing the unsuspecting mare by the shoulder.

"Ah!" Rarity let out in surprise. Zipping her body around and pressing her back to the door the mare looked to her assumed assailant and quickly made out a familiar face. "Fancy Pants!" She yelled, straightening her body back upright. "For Celestia's sake, you frightened me half to death."

"My apologies, Miss Rarity." The unicorn stallion said, pulling back his hand. "It was not my intent. I just wanted to get your attention I assure you."

Rarity took a moment to regain her composure, taking a few deep breaths to calm her rattled nerves. It had been a while since she had seen the stallion, not since the party he had held on the same day as Twilight's birthday party. A lot had happened since then and Rarity was incredibly curious why the stallion was in Manehattan. "So how have you been? It has been a while." Despite her curiosity she knew that it was inappropriate to pry into the matters of another pony, at least directly. If she was to learn the reason Fancy Pants himself would have tell her of his own accord.

"Well, Miss Rarity, I have been very busy." The high class stallion replied. "Actually, Fleur and I both."

For a moment Rarity stayed quiet, expecting a little more information than that. When it didn't come she couldn't help but press the issue. "Well... if I might ask, what have you been busy with?"

"Oh, how rude of me to lead you on without telling you something." Fancy Pants apologized. "Nothing too out of the usual. Social parties at the castle, including a very interesting one with Princess Luna, invested in a few new businesses, and... well..." The stallion began fumbling over his own thoughts, as if he wanted to tell Rarity something, but wasn't sure if he should.

Rarity, sensing the stallion was hesitating, changed the topic immediately to remove his discomfort. "It sounds like you have been through quite a bit. I have also been busy. Organizing events, winning a fashion contest, saving Equestria from impending doom. The usual."

Fancy Pants chuckled at her remark. He knew it was true, but it was still a bit absurd to think of the mare before him as a protector of Equestria. "Yes, I heard of your deeds in Canterlot and the Crystal Empire. You and your group of Ponyvillians have sure made a name for yourselves, and who would've guessed that the purple mare that was at my party that night would become the next alicorn princess." The unicorn stallion saw the cart runner was getting ready to move the cart, having finally finished loading Rarity's luggage. Seeing this he decided to ask a question that was on his mind.

"Miss Rarity." He said, pausing for a moment as he tried to think of the best way to phrase his question. "You haven't gotten an invitation from 'The Society' yet, have you?"

"The Society?" Rarity questioned. "What's that?"

Seeing that the mare had no clue what he was talking about he quickly retracted his statement. "Oh, it's nothing. Forget I even mentioned it."

It was too late though. Rarity was curious and the stallion's mysterious behavior only intrigued her further. "Come now Fancy Pants, you can trust me."

"I know I can Miss Rarity, but there is a certain level of secrecy around this topic." Fancy Pants replied. "The only reason I brought it up was that I know they are trying to contact you."

Rarity wondered who exactly "they" were suppose to be. It was sounded like some sort of secret club was trying to get in contact with her from the way Fancy Pants was saying it. The idea excited her a bit, she had heard of certain groups of high standing ponies getting together and forming exclusive organizations. The benefits of being part of such a group, besides the possible amenities of the facilities they had, was a vast social network where a pony could easily get in contact with others in positions of power or authority, the real movers and shakers of Equestria. Anyone who was anyone would be among such a group, especially if someone as well respected as Fancy Pants was part of it as he had just alluded to.

"Well then... I will have to keep an eye out for my invitation. Is that why you are in town? Are they stationed here in Manehattan?" Rarity wanted to know more, the thought of being part of something so big almost making her forget the reason she had come to the city in the first place.

"I must apologize, but until you become a member I'm not supposed to discuss Society matters with you." Fancy Pants said looking legitimately sorry for having to withhold information from a friend. "But as for why I'm here... there is a certain something I have invested in within this city and it seems that it hit a snag in its development recently. I'm here to try and rectify the problem by request of the pony I had left in charge of the project."

"Then I hope the problem is resolved soon." Said Rarity.

"Me too, but some ponies are just too stubborn." Fancy Pants replied offhandedly.

Rarity wasn't too sure of what the stallion meant when he said that. "I beg your pardon?" She said, wanting clarification.

"Oh, it is just a little complication. Let's just say that sometimes ponies insist on having things their way when you know for a fact that the way you want things is better for all parties involved." Rarity could relate to what the stallion was saying, thinking back to the time when she made the gala dresses for her friends and how they had wanted to change the designs to things they thought would better suit them. The results were a disaster, but luckily one that could be rectified. Seeing how Fancy Pants was acting as the client though Rarity wondered if he was really causing the problem in this situation or not.

"And here is my stop." Fancy Pants said, the inertia of the braking cart causing the two ponies to jut forward a little bit. Rarity had been so engaged in her talk with the stallion that she didn't even realize the cart had started moving to some unknown destination in the city. "I must bid you farewell for now Miss Rarity, but I will be in town for a while. Might I ask where you'll be staying?"

"I'll be at the Mane Fair Hotel," Rarity answered. "But I will only be there for a few days at most. I'm just here to check in on my friend Coco."

The mention of the name caused a reaction in Fancy Pants' expression. "You don't mean Miss Pommel, do you?"

"Why yes, do you know her?" Asked Rarity, amazed that he knew the girl.

"We have met. She is a very lovely young lady." Said Fancy Pants as he exited the cart. Going to the puller he gave the burly stallion a large sum of money, saying to him. "Please take the lady inside the cart to the Main Fair Hotel post haste. She is a very important mare and has business to attend to."

The stallion nodded in response and the moment Fancy Pants moved out of the way he went into a lightning fast pace. The cart flew down the street Rarity so fast couldn't even see where the high class unicorn was heading to, only catching a glimpse of him heading towards an alleyway. With him now gone, her mind returned to more important matters. She would drop her things off at the hotel and spend the rest of the day finding out where she could find Suri's shop, but tomorrow she would find out exactly what was going on with Coco Pommel.

Twilight: Celestia's Latest Assignment

A faint gasp escaped from Twilight’s mouth; the book she was flipping through containing images and information unlike any she’d seen before. It wasn’t about ancient history, foreboding prophecies, or even the study of magic. Instead, the knowledge it had within it’s binding was more attuned to theory and experimentation on how to create pleasure through unconventional methods. A few examples within the tome involved applying controlled amounts of pain and the use of restraining devices to enhance a sexual experience. It was all a bit much for the alicorn.

Not that she was sheltered when it came to sex. Despite being a virgin, Twilight knew plenty about equine anatomy and pony mating rituals, and while she would never openly admit it she’d spent plenty of nights softly rubbing herself into orgasm as she delved into the pages of a good romance novel. But this wasn’t like anything she had encountered before.

Thinking that she understood enough of what the book had to tell her, Twilight brought her head up from it and looked across the table to her mentor, Princess Celestia. The older alicorn was waiting patiently as her pupil brought herself up to speed.

“So this is what you and Fleetfoot were talking about at the track?” Twilight asked Celestia, receiving a nod in return. “Well… I suppose it’s good to know, but why did you want me to read this?”

From the moment Celestia had returned to the castle with Twilight, she seemed intent on making sure that her student saw what the book had in it, passing by guards with hardly a hello as she guided the younger alicorn to her private study.

“I needed you to know so I could put what I’m about to say into context.” Celestia rose from her seat, going over to one of her many bookshelves to grab a rather sizable scroll from it. “It has come to my attention that quite a few ponies in Equestria have been going missing from their homes for months on end.” Celestia, walking over to Twilight, handed her the scroll and watched her unfurl it.

Once it was fully opened, Twilight saw that written on the piece of parchment were the names of dozens of ponies, along with sets of numbers and dashes next to them that the purple mare recognized as dates. Some of the names had two separate dates next to them while others only had one. Seeing Fleetfoot’s name amongst the ones with just one date next to it, Twilight could tell that they showed the times the ponies had vanished and the times they reappeared, if they had reappeared at all, and the absent Wonderbolt’s entry hadn’t been updated from that evening when she had shown up with Soarin.

“All of these ponies have been reported missing?” Twilight asked, both concerned and skeptical that so many could disappear without causing a panic. “That seems like an awful lot… Are you sure there isn't some reasonable explanation to this?” Twilight didn’t like second guessing the princess, but it wasn’t unheard of for ponies to go other places for a number of reasons. There was rarely a month that went by that she and her friends didn’t leave Ponyville for some reason or another, and it was amazing how many times she would see someone she knew from the small town when she did.

"That is the problem." Celestia replied. "I'm not sure at all of what this is. Many of the ponies that were thought to be missing returned over time and have given alibis for the time they were gone, ones that have been confirmed by several ponies of high standing. Still, there are ponies like Fleetfoot that only give the vaguest of reasons and choose not to tell anypony where they have been."

"Is there something more to this? I don't mean to dismiss your concerns, but it seems to me as long as they are safe, then the only problems are the ones that that are actually missing on this list," Twilight said as she re-read the scroll. She noticed that some of the ponies on it had been gone for a substantial amount of time, which didn't bode well. She knew quite well that there were quite a few dangerous creatures that resided in Equestria that could easily attack and overpower ponies.

"Yes, this is where what you read comes into this situation," Celestia said, going behind Twilight so she could look over her shoulder. "Of those who have come back, these ones here, upon investigation, were found to have come back with a new found enthusiasm to practice the kind of things depicted in the book I shown you."

"What do you think that means?" asked Twilight, still not really sure why ponies would want to try something so strange and demeaning as bondage.

"It could mean many things," said Celestia. "This... fetish, first appeared in Equestria over a hundred years ago. When I first stumbled across it, I had thought it was some kind of activity from remnants of the cult of Nightmare Moon, coming back into existence in the last century before my sister's return. Later I found out that it was just an odd expression of love and allowed it to continue, despite my reservations, just so long as the ponies being bound and hurt, the submissives, were allowed to be checked for enchantments to confirm that they were doing this of their own free will. At the time, everything was fine."

Twilight rolled the scroll back up and set it down. "And now I take it you've found some on these ponies." she said, seeing where this conversation was going.

Celestia shook her head. "While I have speculations about this, I haven't instituted the enchantment checks in decades, never finding evidence of it before, and it isn't the place of the kingdom to pry into the private lives of ponies if they aren't doing harm to themselves or others."

"But... then why are we here talking about this if nothing is going to be done about it?" Twilight asked, a bit confused at this point.

"I never said that we weren't going to do anything, just that we wouldn't be invading anypony's privacy." Celestia put a hand on Twilight's shoulder. "But if a certain inquisitive young alicorn were to look around on her own for signs of trouble..."

Twilight caught on instantly what Celestia meant and gave the princess a serious look. "I understand Princess."

"I knew you would." Celestia said back with a pleasant smile.

Now that Twilight knew what was being asked of her she had plenty of questions. "Where do I start? Will I be getting any official help? What about-" she trailed off when Celestia placed something in front of her, something that she recognized, a simple black crystal.

"This was dropped from one of the missing ponies when they were returning to their home," Celestia explained, "A friend of theirs gave it to one of the royal guards and it is one of the few reasons I feel there is something more to all this. I assume you know why."

Indeed Twilight did, she had only seen this kind of crystal in one other place before. "Sombra... You think he's involved?"

"While not likely, it is possible that he survived getting hit by the Crystal Heart somehow," Said Celestia. "Of course, I had the pony who supposedly dropped this, as well as the crystal itself, checked out since this brought up something more alarming than just a personal kink, but we still found nothing. It's possible that they just found this somewhere and felt like holding onto it, since black crystal is rare, but I still I can't shake the feeling that he's involved. At its core, bondage and S&M is about one pony asserting their dominance over another, something that Sombra could easily adapt to his own ideals and ambitions."

Thinking back to the dark stallion she had encountered in the Crystal Empire, Twilight recalled his desire to enslave the crystal ponies and force them into a lifetime of servitude. With the Crystal Heart generating a constant barrier around it to ward off, and possibly destroy, any evil entity foolish enough to enter the kingdom. Because of that he might be setting his sights a little lower.

"As for help," Celestia continued, "While I must stay here to take care of the matters kingdom, I've prepared for somepony to join with you once you reach the Crystal Empire."

"The Crystal Empire?" Twilight questioned, taking a moment to figure out why she would need to be go there. "Oh, I get it. Since this crystal suggests Sombra's involvement somehow, I should check there for clues first." If the dark lord had survived in any way she figured that there would be signs of it near the city. "Who is going to be there to help? Shining Armor? Cadence? Luna?"

Celestia shook her head once more. "Cadence and Shining Armor need to stay in the Crystal Empire to run things just as I'm needed here. As for Luna, while she has been informed of the situation, her duties to Equestria on the whole will keep her from joining you as well. It is also imperative that this investigation be kept at a low profile. Being that you are a newly appointed princess of Equestria, having no direct responsibilities as of yet it will make it easier for you to go around unnoticed, but if two or more royal dignitaries go, it might make our enemies, if this is indeed some dark scheme, aware of what we are doing."

"I see, we need to keep it so nopony knows that this is being looked into," Said Twilight, "If the wrong pony found out they could try to hide clues that would help us get to the bottom of this."

"Correct," Celestia confirmed, "And that is the reason why I feel it best that you be accompanied in this endeavor by one of Equestria's loyal guard ponies."

Hearing who her mentor had in mind for this operation, her mind turned to those she thought would be more fitting for something like this; her friends. There had been plenty of times that she and her five friends had saved Equestria from some great evil. Then again that was perhaps the point Celestia was trying to make. The group was so well know by this point for their deeds and ability to stop those that wanted to do Equestria and its people harm that the group of them together would draw just as much attention as if Celestia herself was snooping around.

"Now, I know this is going to distract you from figuring out how to open the chest at the Tree of Harmony, but the duty of a Princess is to the ponies of Equestria first and their own goals second." Said Celestia, finishing up her thoughts.

"Not a problem, Princess, I understand that as things are, I'm the only one who can find out exactly what is going on." Twilight rose from her seat and rushed over to the door, more than ready to start her new assignment. "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

Celestia smiled. "I know you won't."

Twilight left the castle in a hurry, excited to get to the bottom of this task her mentor had given her. If it was some evil plot brought about by Sombra, or anybody else for that matter, she would take care of it. If it was just a fetish that had suddenly gained popularity amongst ponies, then she would at least be able to put Celestia's mind at ease. Either way this would be resolved.

As she stepped out into the courtyard, she saw Spike, her faithful dragon assistant, coming towards her from the castle gates. She had told him to go and have some fun while she and Celestia took care of the official matters, thinking it would be something boring for the dragon, and to met her back at the castle after a while. As usual he seemed to come back just when she needed him.

Running up to the alicorn, Spike seemed eager to know what he missed. "So what did Princess Celestia have to say?"

"I'll explain what we have to do on the way." Twilight said as she picked the dragon up in her arms and flapped her wings, giggling to herself when she realized she would have to leave out some of the more colorful details.

"On the way?" Spike asked, hearing in the tone of Twilight's voice that whatever the princess had to say must've been very important. "You mean back to Ponyville?"

"No Spike, we've got other plans," Twilight replied, flying towards the train station as fast as her wings would take her. "We've got an appointment in the Crystal Empire to keep."

Author's Note

Incredibly short chapter this week, but let me introduce you to the first of many chapters featuring Twilight Sparkle as the main protagonist of this story.

For a while now fans have been wondering if there was someone that was trying to figure out exactly what was going on in with the Society and the missing ponies and this will be where we view that side of the story. How this will work is that from this point on there will be chapters in between arcs that feature those trying to discover the secrets of the Society, finding hints about them and perhaps confronting certain members directly, until near the end of this story leading into the sequel story I have planned. Hopefully there will be much more for following chapters like this, but since this is the introduction to the concept I hope you will forgive that this is little more than exposition to who will be part of this faction and why there isn't a full scale investigation.

Oh, and don't think Twilight is the only one looking into things. As we progress we will see the actions of at least one other pony curious to what is happening all across Equestria.