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!