Chapter 2: Breaking In The Violent Pegasus Athlete

Chapter 2: Breaking In the Violent Pegasus Athlete

It was another lovely morning, a week since Octavia arrived at my manor. I was cheerfully approaching the wing of the manor’s main floor where the mares who served the manor were kept, affectionately dubbed the ‘pens’. Despite the name it was a fairly well appointed set of accommodations for the maids, cooks, and other laborers who maintained the manor. Those servants were by and large red collars, who I rarely took my pleasure from, but they did an excellent job serving the manor guards in that role, and even as I reached the door I could hear the laborious, rhythmic grunts of sex.

The guards outside the door were alert, both wearing the sharply cut blue and white uniforms of my family’s colors. Shock sticks and whips were belted at their sides and both stallions saluted smartly as I approached.

“My lord,” both said to me simultaneously.

I smiled at them, the noise o sex coming from the other side of the door quite loud, “Some of the off duty boys having some fun this morning?”

“Lucky jerks,” said one guard with a joking grin, “Can’t wait until my shift is over, begging my lord’s pardon. That newest maid, the green one that came in last month, gives the finest titjobs of any red collar I’ve had.”

“Well keep up the fine work and perhaps I’ll give you two an early day off, to show my appreciation for keeping things in such good order around here,” I said amiably. One of the many things my father taught me before he passed on was that being generous with the help was a key factor of maintaining loyalty. My manor guards numbered no more than twenty; the maximum allowed limit under the old rules of Equestria, a particular set of laws the Caribou hadn’t quite gotten around to changing or revising. I doubted the Caribou cared if the nobles kept guards at all, as it made sense for those who maintained a large stock of females to need a few guards around anyway.

Both guards licked their lips eagerly at the thought of being able to call off shift early to get some action and I proceeded into the pens.

The room was one oblong oval, its curved walls lined with elegantly carved by thick, white panted oaken doors. Each door led to an individual mare’s pen, a comfortably padded room, large enough for a mare to stretch out in, with food and water dishes of a generous size placed upon knee-high shelving, requiring the mares to bend over to eat or drink. Each pen usually had a dozen or so pillows piled up for the mares to sleep on, but otherwise lacked personal appointments. Among the red collar maids of my manor, of which I kept around ten, all other accommodations were communal. The was one door that led to a combined shower and restroom where the mares were encouraged to clean each other, and another door led to a sizeable exercise chamber where they were meant to keep themselves in proper shape with the equipment provided. Proper shape both physically and as sexual objects, as the equipment for exercising usually included devices to keep the mare’s simulated, and functional.

The main room itself which I’d just entered acting as both a lounge and a place for the mare’s to service the guards, if a guard wasn’t inclined to take the mare to his own quarters or simply satisfy himself in the halls. I never denied my guards their pleasure though I discouraged them for actually distracting the maids from their cleaning duties. I did need them to keep the manor tidy after all.

As I entered the room I saw that three of the maids were busy with a pair of off duty guards, the source of the noises I’d heard.

Two eagerly doubled teamed one guard’s cock, with lavish, eager licks of their tongues over his shaft as he laid back on one of the plush leather couches. The other guard was with the third maid who was already in her uniform, a modification of the classic black and white Prench maid’s outfit that left nothing covered, instead framing her ass and breasts. They seemed to be testing the sturdiness of one of the chairs by having the maid straddle the stallion, ramming her pussy up and down his cock at a speed I found impressive. If this were a world where I still paid these mares I’d have considered giving that one a raise for how vigorously she was performing her duty, her mouth open in one continuous, drooling moan.

Both guards made a faint attempt at saluting me as I entered by I waved them down, “Carry on, men. Don’t mind me.”

I swiftly strode across the room to a door on the far end, going through without giving the sexual escapades behind me a second glance. I had my own plans for the day, and wanted to waste not a second in getting to it. My second acquisition would be arriving shortly and I wished for Octavia to not only be there for her new “sister’s” initiation, but to also assist me with the affair.

The door I went through led to a smaller hall, with four doors, two on each side. These were special rooms I’d had built when I’d conceived of the notion to acquire special mares to impregnate. For now there were just four rooms. If things went well and smoothly I might expand for more rooms, but I had decided four was a good, round number for a ‘test batch’ as it were.

Octavia’s room was the first on the right and I removed a golden key from my pocket, unlocking it and quietly opening the door. The room was a larger version of the pens in the previous room. The walls and floor were luxurious padded with blue velvet. Unlike the maid’s pens, Octavia’s room had something resembling an actual bed; a plush, round circle of enchanted cloud. The enchantments on the cloud allowed any species to rest upon it, and it also held other, more subtle enchantments. One allowed those who slept on it to sleep peacefully and deeply, no matter how stressed or restless they might be. Another affected the dreams of those who slept on the cloud, inciting dreams of a deeply amorous nature.

As I entered I saw Octavia curled up on the cloud, quite asleep, but making small, lustful murmurs as one hand unconsciously rubbed at her marehood, her cheeks flushed with a rose tint.

I took a minute to stand there, drinking in the sight, licking my lips and smelling the air, which was tinged with the scent of Octavia’s sweat and other juices.

Were this any other day I’d wake her up with a good, quick rut, but I wished us both to be fresh for out new guest so instead I went over and bent over her, stroking her mane lightly and running my other hand down to join her own at her dripping entrance. My fingers slid in alongside hers, and my own, rougher, rhythmic movements in contrast to her own stirred my mare to wakefulness at the moment she gave a short, startled climax.

“Aah! Ah? What? Oh…” Octavia blinked awake, face glowing red, and almost immediately took her fingers out of her pussy, her whole body going stiff as she looked up at me. I removed my fingers as well and pointedly licked her juices from them in front of her, smiling widely.

“Good morning, my Octavia,” I said, looking down at her expectantly.

As had been the case each morning since she’d come to live here she hesitated before saying anything, as if she kept measuring her words with each exchange between us.

“Good morning… master,” she said, going silent as she sat up on her cloud bed, legs folded beneath her, hands in her lap, and looked at me with guarded eyes. Not a morning had gone past that I hadn’t had sex with her, usually starting while she was still asleep, so she seemed unsure of what to do now. I enjoyed her awkward nervousness, and stretched out my hand to cup her chin and tilt her face towards me.

“Don’t worry, nothing is wrong. The only reason I am not currently feeling the many pleasures of your body is because I have a special surprise for you today, and an equally special task for you to help me perform.”

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, suspicion blooming in their violet depths. Her hands clenched into tiny fists, though I felt no real threat from the sight. Octavia seemed to understand her situation well enough that her resistance when I fucked her seemed more token than genuine, and I hadn’t even needed to lace her food with drugs the past couple of days. If she was going to truly try harming me she could have tried it by now. The danger was still present, but as long as she was in a position that harming me would gain her nothing I doubted she’d make the attempt. As for harming herself to potentially miscarry our foal, well it’d only been a week, so we could not even confirm yet if she was pregnant.

By my own estimation I didn’t think she had it in her to harm herself and force a miscarriage. Whatever threats she posed were empty ones, though she was being monitored just in case. The pens, including Octavia’s private room, had magical talisman placed in the walls to provide constant surveillance to the guard house, which could use magic to communicate to the pen guards if Octavia did anything to try hurting herself or me.

“May I ask what task this is?” she asked, and at my frown she hastily and half-heartedly added, “Master.”

“You shall see,” I said, my smile returning, “I’d like for it to be a surprise. And if you perform well today, if you please me, then you’ll be rewarded. A specially ordered cello has arrived, and it will be yours to play… if today goes well and you obey my commands.”

It was such a delightful sight, seeing desire, hope, and self disgust warring with each other on Octavia’s elegant features. She didn’t seem to know whether to be happy at the prospect of having a cello in her hands again, or revolted at her willingness to obey at the proper price. Of course in time I’d have her play the cello anyway, but how long it would be, how long I’d dangle the carrot in front of her nose, depended on how well she performed to my expectations. I wanted her resistance to a degree… but only to a degree. Today would be a good test of just how far she was willing to go to be a musician again.

As Octavia stood up I took out a long, leather leash from the pocket of my well tailored red suit jacket. Octavia could not hide her blanch at the side of it as I handed it towards her, “Do I need to put it on today or shall you do it yourself?”

Her jaw clenched, and that sharp glare entered her eyes, but she took the leash’s hook and affixed it to her black collar, “I don’t understand the purpose of this… master. I cannot flee anywhere.”

“Appearances, my dear, appearances. And you look positively stunning with a proper leash on. I know you won’t run, but I do so like the idea of being able to give your delicious neck just a tiny… tug.”

I demonstrated, pulling on the leash, and its own enchantment activated, sending a small, harmless spike of magical pleasure into Octavia. The small tug did little more than simulate the feeling of a finger along her clit, but were she to try running, or if I tugged tightly, the leash’s enchantment would hit her wish such a blast of magical pleasure as to render her to the ground, orgasming multiple times.

Some stallions liked leashes that actually electrocuted their mares, or caused pain, but really, where’s the fun in that? It’s so much more satisfying to see the pleasure twisting a defiant face rather than pain, but to each their own tastes I suppose.

I led Octavia by her leash away from the pens. She looked away from the sight of the maids working their duty upon the guards. The two mares who’d been sucking the one guard’s cock earlier had moved on to being ploughed by him, one mare mounted from behind while she in turn used her mouth and a large dildo upon both holes of her companion maid. The other guard and maid pair had apparently finished, the one guard laying back in a satisfied afterglow while the mare lay on the ground, stretching her pussy open to show the guard all the cum that had filled her. The scent of semen and mare juices, combined with raw sex sweat gave the room a tangy scent as we passed through.

It took a few minutes for Octavia and I to reach the manor’s main foyer. The manor house of my family was older than most in Canterlot, among the first built, in fact, back when it was still the unicorn tribe that had ruled the sun and moon and not the so-called “Princesses”. Yes, this manor was older than Celestia and Luna’s rule of Equestria, though it had been remolded dozens of times over the centuries. The foundations, however, ran deep and there were secrets beneath my family’s manor that none save me now knew.

Perhaps, one day, if Octavia proved her loyalty to me, I’d show her those secrets.

At the entrance to the foyer there was a bit of a commotion, and I paused between the two wide, curving stairs leading to the second floor, watching the huge double doors that acted as the main entryway to my manor. I heard voices outside, the clear, commanding tone of my guard captain, Padlock, and a loud, screeching female voice that I knew right off had to be my next acquisition. I grinned. She had quite the set of pipes on her, and a foul mouth to boot.

“You limp dicked ass licking cum mongers get your filthy fucking hands off ME!”

This was clear to hear even before Padlock opened the doors and entered, a trio of guards behind him dragging between multiple chains a pegasus mare. She was a shade of blue-green that could either be mint or akin to a tropical sea, depending on the lighting. Her mane was a short, swept back wild affair of blazing orange and streaked yellow, as was her tail. Her naked body was lithe, lean, and showing the healthy toned muscles of a conditioned athlete. Her breasts were smaller than Octavia’s by a good measure, but were firm and perky. You might not be able to slip your cock between them but I imagined you could grope them as hard as you liked and they’d stay solid and firm. I couldn’t wait.

She was an excitable one. She twisted and struggled in her chains as she was dragged into the foyer. You would think she was freshly captured, the way she thrashed and screamed. I knew, though, that Lightning Dust had been under many different stallions since the Fall, and had been put through some of the most elaborate of the Caribou’s sexual games available. She was once a cadet for the Wonderbolts themselves, before the flying squadron’s females became retiled the “Wondersluts”. Ingenious, I know. I respect my Caribou neighbors and rulers, but at times I felt like I ought to talk with them about their naming conventions. A little more creativity wouldn’t hurt their cause, not that their cause really needed help, I suppose.

Padlock approached me, bowing smartly, saluting with one fist over his heart.

“My lord, I’ve brought the female, as you requested. She has proven exceedingly difficult, however. May I have permission to sedate her?” he asked, one hand gripping at the shock baton he kept sheathed at his hip opposite his whip.

Padlock was a towering pony, easily larger than me by about two heads of height, and equally as broad at the shoulder. His earth pony physique at times made me jealous, but then, I had magic, so I suppose it was a fair trade off. His white coat was complimented by a long mane he kept tied back in a long, well groomed ponytail. Before the Fall more than one stallion had made the mistake of calling Padlock’s choice of hairstyle ‘prissy’. Those stallions usually walked away with fewer teeth and a better understanding of proper, polite etiquette. He’d been my friend since childhood, his family and mine sharing close ties going back generations, his always serving mind as guards. He’d literally been born to be the guard captain of my family, and I trusted him implicitly.

He could be a worrywart, though.

“No need for sedation,” I told him with a friendly clap on the shoulder, “Just bring her down to the training room and I shall take things from there.”

Padlock gave me a sour look, the concern evident in his eyes, “My lord, with all due respect, I do not think it safe to leave you alone with two black collared cunts who have not been taught their place yet. At least allow one of us to be in the room with you.”

“Padlock, you know I trust your judgment, but believe me when I say your worry is unfounded. I expected this mare to be troublesome and have prepared myself for the occasion. And fear not concerning Octavia.”

I turned to her and ran a hand playfully over her flank, pulling her close, “I have her well in hand as well. Don’t I, my dear?”

“Yes, master,” she said, stiffly. I noticed her gaze was drawn towards Lightning Dust, Octavia’s expression one of sympathy and, to my surprise, interest. I hadn’t know Octavia had an interest in mares. I made a mental note of it and my eagerness for the day’s activities only increased.

“Who the fuck are you asshole!?” shouted Lighting Dust suddenly, her orange eyes like two balls of fire as they glared death at me, “Another dickless wonder who thinks he fucking owns me!? Bitch, I’ll bust your balls right off your worthless ass before the day is out. You stick your dick in me and my fucking pussy will bite it off!”

I threw my head back and laughed, “Oh you are just a treat! This is going to be more entertaining than I ever dared hope for.”

I dipped a low, almost mocking bow, “Gilded Cage, your new owner and master. I’m certain we’ll become quite familiar with each other soon. Quickly now men, take her to the training room. I wish to get started right away!”

Most of the guards didn’t give me a second glance at this response, as they were used to my eccentric tastes in regards to mares. Padlock still had a sour look on his face but only because I could tell he was worried I’d get carried away and make some carless mistake in dealing with Lightning Dust. As for Lightning Dust herself, and Octavia as well, both were giving me incredulous stares, moreso Lightning Dust. By now Octavia was at least somewhat familiar with my personality so she just ended up shaking her head slightly while Lightning Dust sputtered a bit.

“T-the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy or something?”

“Quite. Crazy for beautiful, defiant mares who can entertain me to no end!” I declared, and motioned for the guards to start hauling Lightning Dust further into the manor.

The ‘training room’ was located in the first floor basement. There were several sub-levels beneath the manor, but the first one wasn’t restricted or locked away like the others. Most of the first basement floor was given over to storage for some of my personal ‘collections’ of antiques, artwork, and artifacts mundane or magical. I owned far too many such items to properly display them all in the galleries on the upper floors of the manor, so the majority of the extra stuff I didn’t have on display ended up catalogued and carefully stored below in the numerous storerooms down here. However a large chamber was renovated after the Fall into a special “training” room for when I wished to pay particular attention to a mare who’d caught my fancy.

I hadn’t needed to bring Octavia down here yet, so this would be her first time seeing the training room as well, and I wondered what her reaction would be. Glancing at her I savored the look of her own nervousness as I lead her along behind the guards who still had to struggle somewhat to haul the resisting Lightning Dust. I caught quite the delicious eyeful of the peagaus mare’s swaying rear as she fought tooth and nail against the chain restraints the guards hauled her by. I frowned slightly at the cloth coverings that hid her clipped wings. Unicorn and pegasus mares alike were deprived of the bits of anatomy that made their species unique; unicorns having their horns cut, and pegasi having their wings clipped.

I understood the Caribou’s mentality in doing this, as by their culture females needed no such thing as magic or the ability to fly to serve as sexual objects and tools for reproduction, but for my own purposes I found it a problematic tradition. I had not purchased Lightning Dust for her attitude alone. No, it was her genes as a superb athlete I desired to preserve. Wings were key to what she was.

Oh well, while I consider myself a law abiding citizen, there are some laws I’d just have to bend to satisfy my whims. What the Caribou never found out wouldn’t hurt them.

Passing through many branching halls, all lit with magical glow lanterns, we finally arrived at a wide, open archway that opened up into a vast, square stone chamber with a high ceiling.

“Padlock,” I said, “If it will satisfy you, you may remain here at the entrance to stand guard. As long as you don’t interfere with my fun and only act if you’re certain I am in danger. Understood?”

Padlock’s lips were pressed tight but he nodded curtly, “Yes, my lord. That is acceptable.”

He suddenly eyed Octavia, then Lightning Dust, “If either of you so much as raise a hand to my lord, you will not have time to regret your insolence!”

Octavia, looking somewhat startled by the vehemence in my guard captain’s threat, nodded, while Lightning Dust just scoffed and tried to flip him off, to which one of the guards jerked hard on her chains and pulled her into the room. I chuckled and followed, beckoning Octavia after me.

Inside the training room I strode ahead of Lightning Dust and turned around, gesturing grandly around me with both arms, “Welcome, my dears, to my little slice of decadence and indulgent fun!”

At first both of the looked confused, for the room seemed wide, open, and bare. I grinned even wider as I snapped my fingers, and the magic inside the enchanted room responded to the call of my horn as I lit it up with magic and connected to the spells woven densely into the very stones of every dimension of the room.

Arcane light, mirroring my white aura of magic, flickered and pulsed around the walls, and the very air shimmered like stone under a heat wave. Then everything started to change. Rock shifted, stone conforming into new shapes, opening up hatches and hidden chambers. Devices of all description began to take form across the room. Racks clearly designed to tie down an occupant, lined with protrusions in the shape of sex organs, ripped or studded. Sawhorses, leather lined, sporting intense bumps or ridges. Suspensions of wires and rings, obviously designed to tie up an individual tightly and hang them in the air at… thrusting level. Shelves upon shelves holding magically enchanted dildos, vibrators, and far less easily identifiable sexual devices of every description. All this and more simply sprang up from their waiting compartments around the room as my magic connected to the central arcane node that allowed me to control it all like an extension of my own body. A veritable sexual playground and gym, with every inch of it mine to command with a thought.

I cannot begin to describe the amount of resources that were put into constructing this room but believe you me, it was worth every single bit.

The gaping looks on both Octavia and Lightning Dust’s faces alone made me feel the room was worth the price.

“What in Celestia’s name is this place?” Octavia gasped, completely forgetting her place in daring to mention the ex-monarch in such a manner.

“Is that a fucking iron maiden?” Lightning Dust asked, for the moment apparently too shocked to remember to keep struggling.

“Huh, oh, that thing? It looks like an iron maiden, yes, but,” I said, gesturing at the iron device in question, which opened up to reveal not spikes, but an entire array of variously sized cock-like protrusions of silvery metal, “I prefer to call it the silver stallion! Granted I’ve never had a chance to properly stress test it with a mare who could take that many penetrations simultaneously, perhaps one of the Princesses… ah, but alas, they are out of my reach. Personal property of King Dainn and all that. I wonder if I could ever convince him to share?”

“Forget what I said,” Lighting Dust growled, “You’re not crazy. You’re fucking bat-shit insane!”

“One man’s insanity is another man’s genius,” I replied with a smile and a shrug, gesturing at the guards, “If you gentleman would be so kind I think I’ll use the vines on her, for her first time.”

“Vines?” Lightning Dust said, tilted her head on confusion, until the guards hauled her to the east end of the room where there was series of long, rope-like black vines hanging from the ceiling.

“Just hold her there a moment,” I said. Next to me Octavia looked on with both curiosity and growing trepidation. She remained silent, seemingly content to wait to see just what I had in store for Lightning Dust and her.

I reached out with my magic, activating the vines. They sprang to life at my direction and inside of seconds began to tightly wrap around Lighting Dust’s body. The pegasus yelped, struggling, shaking her body this way and that, making her perky breasts bounce somewhat as the vines continued to wrap around her tightly.

“You may remove her chains, now,” I commanded the guards and they obeyed, unlocking the manacles around her arms and legs and pulling the chains away. By now the vines had bound Lightning Dust so tightly the removal of the chains mattered not at all. The black vines were tightly wove around her arms and legs, and I directed them to lift her into the air and to spread both arms and legs so that she was essentially spread eagle before me. More vines wrapped her chest, tightly squeezing at her breasts and causing the mare to wince and her face to redden.

“Too fucking dickless to try and take me without your stupid ass toys?” she spat, “Figures. C’mon then, pencil wiener, stick it in me and let’s get this over with!”

I laughed, dismissing the guards and slowly approaching Lightning Dust, walking around her, rubbing my chin as I looked her over from toe to snout. Octavia followed behind me, having to as I still held her leash. I heard her gulp before Octavia asked, “I don’t understand, why did you bring her down here? This isn’t how you did this with me.”

“The fuck she talking about?” Lightning Dust asked, I think just to try and keep my attention as I turned to Octavia, smiling.

“Different methods for different mares, my dear. With you I haven’t felt the need to use this room. Yet. The simple, more intimate ways I take you suit me, as you’re such a dignified mare. I might delight in using some of these devices on you, but truly taking you in my bedroom or yours is simply more enjoyable where you’re concerned. As for our fine pegasus here, she clearly needs a different touch to tame.”

“Eat my fucking dick; which is bigger than yours by the way!” screamed Lightning Dust.

“Case and point,” I said, giving Lightning Dust and sudden, hefty slap on her ass which caused her to yelp.

Octavia blinked, and then seemed to think it over, “But the drugs you give me… why not give them to her?”

“Ah, but I have,” I said, “I gave the guards explicit orders to feed her drugged food before bringing her to the manor. She’s already under the effects.”

To demonstrate I ran a hand over the hard, muscled back of Lightning Dust and then cupped her ass, reaching my fingers to probe at both her anus and pussy simultaneously. The mare thrashed and shook her head, but regardless she let out a long, slow moan that seemed to have to tear itself from her throat. A small trickle of lubricant juices started to coat her thighs and I held up my fingers to show Octavia.

“See? She’s quite in heat at the moment, which I imagine is only making her more belligerent. She is an athlete, in remarkable shape. Even with a full dose of the drugs in her system she’s still quite a handful, and further restraints are simply necessary. Now, I think this has been enough explanation. Shall we begin?”

“You haven’t even told her you’re true reasons for doing this,” mentioned Octavia, and I leaned towards her to whisper.

“In due time. Remember, she requires different methods than I use with you. That includes how to explain her true purpose. Follow my instructions and lead, here. Do not disappoint me and you will soon be playing such lovely music.”

The reminder of the reward that awaited her for cooperation seemed to have the desired result and Octavia gave me a tiny, reluctant nod.

“Good,” I said, “Now, let’s come around to the front and get a proper look at our newest family member shall we?”

I lead Octavia to the front of Lightning Dust, where the pegasus fixed us with such a withering glare I wondered just what kind of horrible deaths she might be imagining in her mind’s eye. I approached her and she flinched as ran a hand along her chin, then down the nape of her neck, gradually stroking down to her breaths. I loosened the grip of the vines just enough that I could properly cup those marvelously firm tits, rubbing them to get a feel for their pliancy. Truly solid, with just enough give to still feel soft. I leaned forward and sucked at one of her nipples, rolling it around in my tongue. She tasted salty, and I could feel her rapid heartbeat through the tip of my tongue.

“Uggh,” Lightning Dust groaned, “That it? I’ve had better foreplay from drunk groupies!”

I just laughed into her tit, and started running my lips further down her chest, reaching her belly. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Octavia, who was watching and trying to hide the blush creeping into her features. She was looking at Lightning Dust and while she was doing her best to maintain an air of cultured composure I knew my Octavia was having thoughts about the mare in front of her.

Time to see just how compliant my little black collared musician had become.

“Octavia,” I beckoned as my hand reached the lips of Lightning Dust’s pussy and began to slip inside, “Be a dear and go grab a vibrator from one of the shelves? One of the larger ones, if you would?”

She blinked at me in surprise and Lightning Dust, amid a chocked gasp from my fingering, shouted, “What!?”

“A…vibrator?” Octavia asked, staring at me.

“Yes. Long, smooth, multiple settings. Something around sixteen inches ought to do the trick, I think. Do be quick about it,” I said, leaning forward to start licking up and down Lightning Dust’s protruding clit. Lighting Dust’s body thrashed in the grip of the vines and I reflexively had them hold her tighter as she tried to pull away from my slathering tongue. She grunted and growled, anything she could to avoid letting out the moans of pleasure I knew were building in her throat.

Her pussy was dripping with her tangy juices now, and as I jabbed my tongue inside and swished it around I felt her tight walls quiver. What I didn’t see, yet, however, was Octavia moving to obey me and that did cause me to have to break away from Lightning Dust’s pussy for a moment, a sticky line of her juices stretching between her lips and my chin. I looked at Octavia and the tone of my voice shifted down a note.

“Octavia. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The defiance flashed into her eyes and I saw her shoulders stiffen as she looked at me, but she obeyed. She had a slight stomp to her steps as she walked towards the nearest shelf, and I saw her tail angrily flicking about, offering a nice view of her own assets in the process. The shelf was not so far that the leash couldn’t extend to it, though it was a bit of a stretch as she reached the shelf and started looking about the available vibrators.

Meanwhile I resumed my assault upon Lightning Dust’s pussy. At the same time I started to make use of one of the vines special features. At a mental command a new vine lowered from the ceiling, its tip shaped vaguely like the head of a cock as it started to teach around Lightning Dust’s mouth. She grit her teeth and resisted, but that was expected. These vines, while called such, were really more like synthetic ropes made from a specially smooth and pliant silk material. They possessed enchantments beyond the ones that allowed me to move them, including the one I was about to use.

“Tell me if this is too much,” I told Lightning Dust with a smile, “I haven’t used these very often, so I still have trouble with the intensity.”

She only had a moment to look at me with equal parts anger and confusion before the vine seeking to penetrate her mouth suddenly sparked with an arc of energy that looked like electricity, but was in fact a magical energy that provided an intense jolt of pleasure and pain both. Pleasure, more than pain, though I could freely mix how much of either was felt with any given jolt.

Lighting Dust cried out, more in shock than anything else, though the pleasure was surely intense if the way her pussy clenched around my still plunging fingers was any indication. With her mouth open the vine forced it’s away in, working her jaw open and her eyes flared wide with an look of both raw rage and fear as the vine settled in and began to work back and forth. It began to send smaller, more regular shocks of pleasure with each thrust, and in moments Lightning Dust was drooling over the vine and groaning in time with its thrusts.

Octavia returned with a vibrator, one that I noticed as an electric blue color. Odd choice, I didn’t know she favored the color blue. She didn’t strike me as the type. She seemed as surprised as Lightning Dust to see the new vine working the pegasus’ mouth.

“Oh, don’t look like that, my dear,” I told her, “It’s not hurting her. Just preparing her mouth for the next phase, as it were.”

Lighting Dust’s pussy was now rather ludicrously wet, her taunt, well muscled thighs soaked with her own juices. Her mouth looked similarly dripping with the effort of the vine, which I mentally had withdraw and proceed to start slowly stroking along her breasts. Lightning Dust coughed and sputtered, then squealed as the vine sent a jolt of pleasure right over her left nipple.

“GAH! Y..yough…fucgger…” Lightning Dust slurred, her mouth seemingly a tad numb and loose.

“Relax, dear Lightning Dust. We’re only just beginning and you shouldn’t stress yourself. This is a momentous day for you. One you’ll be sure to remember for the rest of your life,” I said as I mentally commanded the vines to shift Lightning Dust. She was lowered and bent forward, so that she was hanging horizontally with her head facing me and her spread rear end and pussy facing Octavia.

Ignoring Lightning Dust’s slurred, profane reply I slid around to the mare’s side to look at Octavia, “So, your role for the moment is to stimulate our pegasus.”

I reached over and with one hand spread Lightning Dust’s pussy while with the other framed her small, tight anus, “Pussy or ass, whichever you decide. Perhaps both? I leave it to your own discretion; just ensure that she is properly stimulated for me when it’s time for the main event.”

“W-what will you be doing?” Octavia asked, but rather than answer her directly I merely stood in front of Lighting Dust, slowly shimmying out of my pants. My shaft was fully hardened through the foreplay and stood proudly in front of the pegasus mare’s slightly dazed face. When she finally focused on what was in front of her Lightning Dust’s indignation and rage returned to her features, despite the raw red blush heating her cheeks.

“You fucking stick that in and I will snap it right off!” she declared loudly.

I just chuckled and with a mental command a pair of vines lowered. The tips of these vines pressed in on her jaw from both sides, working them open. I gave Lightning Dust a level look as I aimed the tip of my cock at her forcibly parted lips.

“You may think me cruel, but as I do this I am going to tell you exactly what you have to gain by being my prized pegasus pet. I prefer you don’t interrupt while I talk, so that is why I shall be keeping your mouth busy.”

Without waiting for a response I pressed inward, my tip pushing past her tight lips with an awkward slowness as Lighting Dust’s whole body shuddered and she tried to shake her head to dislodge me. More vines put a stop to that nonsense quickly, and I had several that were tickling along her back start to send more little jolts of pleasure into her. Soon enough her mouth was loose if only because the barrage of pleasure jolts from the vines exploring her back, chest, and breasts were so distracting I’m fairly certain she forgot to fight back for a moment. I took a minute to settle into a rhythm in her mouth, feeling the roughness of her tongue pressing against the bottom of my shaft as I thrust in and out of her lips.

“Now, pay attention Lightning Dust. You have a rare opportunity here, that likely no other mare in your position will ever have,” I said, calculating my words as I enjoyed the wet, slurping feeling of her mouth over my cock, touching the back of her throat but never quite sending it deeper. I wanted her to pay attention, after all, not gag her.

I looked at Octavia, who was still staring at us hesitantly, “Oh, anytime my dear. Do begin.”

She flinched, gripping the vibrator tightly, gulping. Slowly she approached, knelt down, and looked at me with a final, desperate light in her eyes.

“I only have to stimulate her…not hurt her?”

“Of course. Just a little stimulation. Don’t go further than that, unless of course you want to,” I said, gesturing at my own thrusting cock, “Notice I’m not gagging her. We do need to be gentle while still breaking her in.”

Octavia still looked hesitant, but I saw her nod to herself and mouth something under her breath that I didn’t catch, but I did hear the word “cello” in there somewhere. Soon enough Octavia was teasing the entrance to Lighting Dust’s pussy with the tip of the electric blue vibrator and I smiled, pleased and made even stiffer at the sight of it. Octavia pressed the vibrator slowly into Lightning Dust and the pegasus moaned into my cock sending pleasant vibrations through me.

“Ah, now, where was I? Oh, yes, your opportunity,” I said, increasing the rate of my thrusts into Lightning Dust’s throat. After the stimulation from the vine and now with Octavia slowly pushing the vibrator in and out of Lightning Dust’s clenching pussy the pegasus’ mouth was a sopping wet tunnel for my cock. Each trust brought with it new sensations as the mare’s tongue thrashed about, rippling along my shaft.

“You see, I want to preserve that which makes you special. Your athletic talent. Though you flunked from the Wonderbolt Academy you set multiple records at that academy, surpassing some of the records of athletes like Spitfire herself. Attitude issues aside, I think you have the potential to be the superior athlete to any of them, including, perhaps, that wonderful rainbow maned mare.”

At the mention of Rainbow Dash, Lightning Dust seemed to suddenly burst with fresh energy, thrashing about significantly more than before. I barely kept my cock in her mouth.

“My my,” I said, “Struck a nerve there, did I? No matter, I know all about your relationship with the mare in question. Irrelevant, given where she is now. In a way you have the chance to surpass her. If you accept me as your master.”

Octavia, by now, had gotten the vibrator halfway into Lightning Dust’s twitching pussy, her expression a delightful mix of reluctance and growing arousal, her hand working the vibrator in and out in a slow, sensual pace. I saw her other free hand begin to feel around Lightning Dust’s hips, then up to the fine, firm curves of her ass. Octavia, despite herself, was starting to enjoy the mare in front of her and the sight warmed me to my core, sending me towards orgasm with a sudden spike of pleasure I didn’t bother to resist.

I grunted in satisfied pleasure as my hot seed flowed suddenly into Lightning Dust’s mouth, coating the back of her throat and spilling across her tongue. On impulse I withdrew quickly from her mouth and let the rest of my thick, white strands of cum paint lines across her face and mane. She coughed, gagged; spat the seed out, shaking her head.

“Th…the fuck you talking about? You ain’t my master! Nopony owns me! I don’t want anything from you! And YOU!” Lightning Dust roared as she tried to crane her head back towards Octavia, “Filthy fucking bitch! Get that damned thing out of me! Traitor! Where’s your fucking red collar, huh!?”

Octavia started, nearly jumping, and almost immediately pulled the vibrator out of Lightning Dust. She stepped away, her face flushed to pure red, as she shook her head, her mane bouncing around her face as she looked at the floor with an expression of pure shame.

“N-no, I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to… I’m not a traitor! I don’t want this any more than you do!”

“Coulda fooled me! You hop around at this fucker’s command and stick that shit in me? And then you feel my ass up? The hell!?”

Octavia tried to stammer a reply but I sighed and came around, standing between Lightning Dust and the shaking earth pony, “That is quite enough. Octavia, give me the vibrator.”

Octavia stood there, stock still, and with sharpness in my tone I held out my hand, “Octavia, now!”

She obeyed, silently, not looking at me, eyes fixed on the ground. Holding the vibrator in one hand I approached her. She was shaking, her shoulder shuddering, and I think she was crying and trying to hide it with the fall of her mane across her eyes. With a sigh I put my hand around her and pulled her close to me in a sudden hug. She squeaked, surprised, and as she looked up at me I kissed her.

She was too caught off guard to resist, and I kept it a short, simple kiss, pulling away and looking her in the eyes, “You did well, my Octavia. Perhaps this was a bit too much for you. You may go now. Return to your room.”

“B-but…” Octavia began to say and I held a finger to her lips, quieting her.

“Shh. You pleased me today. Your efforts are appreciated, and you have earned your reward. You needn’t stay for the rest of this.”

She looked at me strangely then, with a hint of something in her deep violet eyes that hadn’t been there before, even in the midst of my fucking her. I wasn’t even sure what it was I saw. A hint of some emotion that didn’t quite seem recognizable. Regardless she actually put a hand on my shoulder, and for a second almost leaned into me, then nodded.

“Okay, master…but don’t be anger with her. Don’t hurt her. She’s right. I’m… I’m not the pony I thought I was…”

With that strange sentence Octavia carefully, with my permissive nod, removed her leash and dutifully bowed to me, turning to stride towards the exit of the training room. There Padlock, who’d been watching the whole time and heard everything, directed one of the other guards to escort Octavia back to her room.

With her gone I turned my attention back to Lightning Dust. With a heavy sigh I approached her, directing the vines to move her once more. They shifted her up vertically, turning her to face me, and pulling her legs up and open so they were spread, abut also bent nearly over her own head. She was flexible enough to do this, though it was clear this was not comfortable for her. Good, I wasn’t overly concerned anymore with her comfort.

“I was hoping,” I said, letting one of the vines take the vibrator from my hand and slowly sneak behind her, “That you and Octavia could learn to get along. You are, for all intents and purposes, sisters now.”

Lightning Dust scoffed, despite being slightly out of breath by now from all the activity so far, her face flushed red, “Whatever. Bitch doesn’t deserve that black collar, doing everything you tell her too!”

“She resists in her own way… though now I wonder…” I shrugged, “No matter, a puzzle to work out later. For now, let’s get back to where we were.”

Without warning the vine with the vibrator shot forward and shoved the electric blue device straight into Lightning Dust’s anus with enough force to get it halfway in before stopping. Lightning Dust threw back her head and howled, and did so even louder when the vibrator activated and started to vibrate inside her ass. Vines came down, one for each breast, and started to provide hefty shocks of pleasure and pain to the tips.

I was hard once more and without any pomp or ceremony I approached Lighting Dust’s open, gaping pussy, aimed my tip, and thrust in hard, my hands gripping her hips to keep her stable.

The inside of her pussy was quite a bit different than Octavia’s. Where Octavia was fairly loose, but still firm enough that I could feel a solid grip around my cock, Lightning Dust was truly tight. Every inch of her pussy seemed to bite down and fight back against the invasion of my shaft as I pushed deeper into her, the hard muscles coiling and pushing against me. It took genuine effort to reach her cervix on that first thrust, her entire pussy like some anaconda holding its prey in a death grip as I finally brushed the tip of my cock against the entrance to her womb.

“Fuuuuuucckk!” Lighting Dust cried out, shaking her head, her whole body trembling from the combined stimulation of the vibrator, vines, and my own cock inside her, “Fuckdammnitfuck!”

“Indeed,” I said dryly and began to pump my hips, roughly pulling my cock out of her only to slam it back in as hard as I could. Every thrust was a battle, a war waged between her pussy and my shaft. Her wet, churning inner walls would writhe and push against me while my hard shaft would valiant press on, shoving further and further into that incredibly tight hole until it reached the deepest parts of her.

My tempo at first had to be slow, if only because if I went too fast I feared I might damage either of us. Gradually, however, after a minute or two, Lighting Dust’s monstrously tight pussy seemed to ever so slightly conform to my cock’s thrusts, the process of entering and exiting getting smoother with each, wet slap of our bodies. We were both becoming slick with sweat and the sweet tangy odor of her pussy jucie mixed with our sweat was a heady scent that left me boiling with eager desire. Her heat carried a slight spicy scent to it as well, as if her body was on fire. The warmth of her pussy alone was so hot it was like thrusting into an oven.

An oven I fully intended to pour no shortage of batter into. The thought made me crack a smile. Lightning Dust’s body was heaving up and down from my hard thrusts and I took a moment to admire her raw athletic charms. Her body was lined with lean muscel, and I ran my hands over them, starting with her outstretched legs, rubbing along her hard thighs, then up to her calves, admiring the smooth hardness of the muscle underneath her fine skin and coat. I roved my fingers over her narrow hips and up her taunt, lean stomach, which actually had a solid set of abs to them. I licked my lips, imagining that fit stomach swelling up with my foal.

Where Octavia was a feminine work of art, Lightning Dust had a primal air of healthy power to her, like that of a sleek predator. And she was mine, held by my will, and moaning with the hard, rapid thrusts of my cock into her tight depths. All of her strength and beauty was just waiting for my seed to spread inside her, to become progeny that’d inherit all of that strength. The thought alone nearly made me blow my load then and there.

Lightning Dust was panting now, like a dog, her mouth open, her tongue hanging out. Her eyes, though, focused on me with a intense heat of anger, even as they swam with pleasure. I laughed, finally able to get over my own little bout of anger at the way she’d treated Octavia to truly appreciate how stunningly beautiful this pegasus mare was. She was so utterly different than Octavia, hard and filled with fire. As much as I adored Octavia’s little indignant gasps and glares as I thrust into her, Lightning Dusts deep guttural growls and groans while she starred daggers at me was an entirely different kind of pleasure.

“Now that we’re so intimately connected,” I said, increasing the pace of my thrusts, reaching a hand around to solidly grope her firm ass, pressing my fingers into the rim of her anus and teasing it, “I shall tell you why I choose you, out of so many other possible mares in Equestria.”

“Gggh, let me…ugh…guess. It’s my…ggggaa, my charming fucking personaaaaahllity?” Lightning Dust quipped past struggling moans, her teeth gritting as she closed her eyes against what I was certain was a mounting orgasm.

“Not quite,” I smiled, leaning forward and licking her neck, then upward to gently bite her ear, whispering into it, “It’s because you’re going to bear a foal for me.”

I had to dodge a headbutt at that; nimbly pulling my head back as Lightning Dust glare at me with wide, shocked eyes. I didn’t slow down, thrusting harder, the tight insides of her pussy no longer barring me as the tip of my cock began to press not only onto her cervix, but past it. She was shorter than Octavia, so it made sense. With Octavia I could reach the entrance to her womb, but with Lightning Dust I could enter it.

“Wha!? The hell!? A foal!? Why? Get your eager red-collar in a black collar bitch to have your stinking kids! Aaaaah!”

She let a pleasure soaked moan escape her as she hit her first orgasm, her pussy and ass both shaking and shuddering, letting out a stream of juices that pooled on the floor. She wasn’t as much of a squirter as Octavia was, but her body shook a whole lot more. Interesting. I licked my lips, grinning as I felt the front of my cock poke through into her womb, feeling the strange second tightness of her cervix, like a second pussy I was fucking.

“Oh, she is. Both of you will. Because you have traits I wish to see passed on to our offspring. In her case, musical talent. In your case, your athletic ability as a flier.”

Hearing that Lightning Dust growled, this time in anger, and made a scoffing noise. Her pussy seemed to be just as angry, clenching down on my cock so hard it nearly stopped me, mid thrust.

“Flier? You fucking blind? I can’t fly! Those fucking Caribou took my wings!”

I nodded, directing one of the vines to gently touch the covered stubs of her wings like a lover’s caress, sending sparking arcs of pleasure into her spine and even, indeed, her clipped wings. Lightning Dust cried out, a sweet, guttural cry of pleasure and shock and the stubs of her wings shuddered, and her pussy loosened around my cock. I took advantage of this, one hand going to rub at her erect clit while I redoubled my thrusting.

“Yes, they did. A sad thing, but it is their way. However, what if I could give them back to you?”

Despite the fierce way I was thrusting into her, despite the vibrator going full tilt in her ass, despite the vines squeezing and jolting her breasts, Lighting Dust seemed to forget where she was and looked completely blank for a second.

“What did you just say?”

At a whim I directed the vines to remove the vibrator and to lessen the shocks of pleasure on her body, instead just letting my own thrusts into her drenched pussy be her only stimulation as I looked her square in her eyes, “I said I can give you back your wings. I can acquire the magic needed to regenerate them. You won’t be able to fly anywhere, mind you. To keep the secret you will only fly where I deem it safe. But yes, please me, bear my foal, and you will taste the sky again.”

“But only if I squirt out a rugrat for you first, right?” Lightning Dust asked with a small, disdainful smirk.

“Ostensibly, yes. The foal will be yours to train as an athlete, assuming they are born as a pegasus. If not, well, we’ll have to keep trying until we get one,” I said with an eager grin.

Lightning Dust was actually silent for a few minutes. During that time I felt the beginnings of my second orgasm of the day coming on, but I was curious to hear Lightning Dust’s response before I ‘sealed the deal’ as it were. Truly her pussy was such a marvelously tight affair I wasn’t sure I’d last long enough for her to mull the prospect over, but soon enough she looked at me and smirked.

“Whatever. Don’t think this means I’m gonna be a nice, obedient bitch like that earth pony. But if you can get me wings, fuck it, I don’t care about pushing out a squealing brat. Flying was everything to me! Bet those sluts who kicked me out of the Wonderbolts will lose their shit if they ever found out I can fly again!”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, well, let’s make discretion the name of the day when I return your wings to you. I will require you behave, and to treat your sisters well. Otherwise the sky will remain barred to you.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s do this. Hurry it up!” Lighting Dust said, and with shocking control of her pussy she started to squeeze and pulsate her inner walls, “Fucking cum already, sheesh! I..aaah, I’m fucking cummin’ again too!”

This much was true as I could clearly feel the shudders wracking her body. I leaned into my thrusts, reaching forward and roughly gripping Lighting Dust behind her head with my hands, pooling her messy, rough mane in my fingers as I pulled her into a hard kiss. She kissed back, more aggressively than any mare I’d known, even a few of the red collars I’d had. Her tongue shoved its way into my mouth, a wholly different experience than what I was used to and at the same time her entire pussy seemed to heave and undulate, every inch of its warm, moist insides wrapping around my cock like a hungry mouth. I literally felt her pussy draw my cock in to its full length, seemingly shoving the flaring tip of it into and through her cervix.

Lighting Dust came with a shrieking yell as she kissed me and I felt my own orgasm flow through me like a tidal wave. My cock twitched and a massive stream of my seed rocketed straight into Lighting Dust’s waiting, eager womb. Her pussy didn’t let up for a second, its walls pushing and gripping at my cock like the hands of a farmer milking a cow, pushing out more and more bursts of cum that soaked into the walls of her womb and didn’t have anywhere to go. Nothing could seep out, it all just kept pumping into her waiting womb, the whole of her seeming to clench around that one place as if to squeeze every single little drop of semen into her to ensure conception.

Her growl of pleasure was primal and vibrated in my throat before she broke off the kiss, and when she looked at me it was with equal parts pleasurable glow and distain.

“Well, not half bad, but I’ve had better,” she said, stretching her neck as if she’d just worked out at the gym.

“Such fibs you tell,” I said with a grin as I withdrew from her. Her belly was slightly swollen and I was shocked at the amount of cum I must have left inside her. Not merely a dribble, but a small fountain of the stuff was leaking from her gaping wide pussy, “I can always go rougher, next time.”

Lighting Dust gave me a wolfish, predator grin, “Try it. This is one mare you’ll never break.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” I said as I stretched, feeling a little lightheaded after that much exertion. Wiping sweat off my brow and retrieving my pants, I turned and strode from the room, leaving Lightning Dust hanging with the vines still binding her tightly.

I only faintly heard her speak as I nodded to Padlock and exited the training room.

“Uh… Hey? Hey! I’m still hanging here! Are you gonna let me down or what!?…Hello?…Aw fuck.”

Author's Note

Second chapter is certainly longer than the first; not sure if that's a good or bad thing so let me know what you guys think. I like Lightning Dust as a sort of contrast to Octavia, both black collars but with very different attitudes and personalities. Some might wonder why I went with Lightning Dust over say more obvious choices like Spitfire or Rainbow Dash, but its pretty simple reasoning. One, Lightning Dust would just be easier for Gilded to get his hands on, she being never really confirmed to have graduated from the Wonderbolt Academy. Elements of Harmony like Rainbow Dash are probably outside of even his considerable reach. And two, its arguable that Lightning Dust might be the more talented athlete. Her attitude is crap and got her in trouble, but that doesn't change that she was the one setting "acadmey records" as stated by Spitfire herself in the Wonderbolt Academy episode. So by Gilded's standards of seeking genetic talent and raw potential Lightning Dust is the more desirable mare than any of the other Wonderbolts that came before. Attitude problems can of course, be dealt with via enough "training".

Next chapter might take a fair bit longer than this one did just because I haven't settled on which mare will be joining Gilded's little harem next. Might do a POV chapter from Octavia's perspective next as well. Still thinking about it. Anyway hope you folks continue to enjoy and by all means leave any suggestions or comments you feel like.