Chapter 4: The Advent of the Do It Yourself Orgy

I could tell my two mares were both nervous, though Lightning Dust was hiding her emotions under a grimace of perpetual anger. I had a token escort of my most trusted guards with me, including Padlock, who were carrying the iron box. We were on the fourth basement level, the lowest beneath the manor before the actual constructed halls and rooms stopped and natural caverns began. There were vast caverns beneath Canterlot, and my family’s manor was one of a few places where entrances to those depths could be found. But we weren’t going down that far today.

“Who is she?” asked Octavia with an air of forced calm, though I could tell she didn’t like being down in these dry, dark corridors. Part of that was likely because she knew the training room was down here, but the rest I believed had to do with Octavia’s sensitive nature. She could sense my excitement, I was sure, and that made her both worried and curious. I could tell she wanted to fidget but was forcing herself to remain composed.

“Watch your tongue woman!” snapped Padlock, “You still fail to address Lord Gilded as master.”

Octavia looked at Padlock with a stiff nod, squaring her shoulders with dignity but quietly adding, “My apologies, masters. I meant no disrespect.”

“Of course you didn’t,” I said in a jovial tone, “And I’ll simply have to add little extra bits of disciplinary fun to our next coupling. But to your question, my dear, I think its better you be shown rather than have me explain it.”

“Love your fucking theatrics, don’t you?” scoffed Lightning Dust, snickering slightly, “Be surprised if you didn’t have a damned fog machine set up with strobe lights for the big reveal.”

Padlock looked fit to burst at the seams with fury but I leaned towards him and whispered, “Relax, my friend. She seeks to push your buttons as well as mine. Best to ignore her. For now. Perhaps you and the boys might enjoy disciplining her later?”

“Oh, I think we’d enjoy that greatly, my lord. But ignoring her in any capacity is difficult, given if she acted that way when Lord Brant visited today it likely would have landed you in serious trouble. She is far too resistant, and you should work to break her more thoroughly. Of course if you do let me and the other guards have some time with her I’m certain we can... educate her.”

“If she causes me too much trouble, I may do just that,” I said, only partially considering it. I was possessive of my mares, and wasn’t really all that eager to share them. It’d be difficult enough to deal with the upcoming part that Brant had ‘invited’ me to.

For a second a glint of pain crossed my guard captain’s eyes as he whispered, “It is best, my lord, to not be too lenient. The mare’s must learn their place, otherwise the Caribou can be far more cruel in their re-education than you fear to be in your disciplining of them. I do not wish you to go through the same experiences I had to.”

I knew well what Padlock was referring to. Many things changed with the Caribou’s arrival, including the necessary attitudes of stallions towards their females. Even if they were married and very much innocently in love before the Caribou. Padlock was as hard a stallion as the regime required, but only because he’d suffered greatly at first resisting the Caribou’s ways. His wife… well, I knew my friend had my best interests at heart. He was simply doing his duty to try and protect his liege.

I gave him a sincere smile and said, “Fear not. I know I must train them well before the party Brant ‘invited’ me to. They will not disappoint me. You underestimate both these mares and my own methods.”

Padlock grimaced, “I hope not, my lord. And I must confess I’m concerned about this latest acquisition of yours. The danger-“

“Is taken into consideration,” I cut him off, “Rest assured I would not be taking this risk if I did not feel it was a bet I had hedged in my favor. Besides, I’m not awakening her today. Much must be prepared first. But I must see her in the flesh. I simply cannot wait.”

“You really can be quite immature, my lord. No offense.”

“None taken,” I said with a grin.

Our whispered conversation ended and we arrived at a set of thick metal doors, inlaid with intricate runes alone its edges, and a magic circle in the center. The circle was a lock only my own magic could unlock, and my horn glowed to pass over the circle, inputting the arcane passcode that would temporarily disable the powerful wards etched into the door. The runes along the edge flashed as the circle in the center vanished, and the metal door slide down into a groove in the floor, allowing passage into the room beyond. This room was a lavishly decorated dome shaped chamber, with soft rugs covering the floors in deep shades of green. Mirrors were spaced evenly along the walls, with a sizable vanity mirror directly across from the door, just beyond a huge heart shaped bed draped in silk sheets a lighter green than the carpets.

“Nice digs,” Lightning Dust said, “This bitch gets a pretty nice room for just being another one of your baby making fuck toys.”

I chuckled dryly, directing the guards to gently set the iron box down at the foot of the bed, “Do not be jealous. Or do. The expression is becoming on your face. However this… mare, we’ll call her, is a rather special case. Her accommodations, as well as the very methods I’ll use to ‘train’ her must be different than what I would use for ponies such as yourself and Octavia. There are, how shall we say, complications that this mare will present that no other mare can.”

“Sounds like a lot of horseapples to me,” said Lightning Dust, shrugging her shoulders and leaning against the wall with her arms folded beneath her pert breasts, trying to look disinterested with this whole affair. She really was cute when she was jealous.

Octavia still remained equal parts curious and concerned as she slowly walked up next to me, peering at the iron box with worry making lines beneath her eyes. Rather without thinking about it I put a comforting arm around her soft shoulders and pulled her to my side. The warmth of her body pressed through my clothes and I could feel her heart beating in her chest. I sighed in contentment, squeezing her tighter against me. She looked startled for a second, her body stiffening, and she looked at me with a mixture of confusion, distaste, and… grudging acceptance. I enjoyed the conflicting emotions swimming in her eyes.

I smiled at her, then turned to my guards.

“Open it,” I told them, and they quickly went about the work of removing the chains that held the metallic case closed. Padlock did the honors of lifting away the lid and setting it aside, exposing the ‘mare’ within.

Lightning Dust blinked, clearly not recognizing the mare in the box, “The fuck is she supposed to be?”

I could feel Octavia trembling suddenly in my arm, though whether in fear, or outrage, it was hard to tell. Her face was both filled with panic and rage, her eyes flashing with a mixture of disbelief and anger that was quite fetching to see.

“You’re insane!” she said, voice almost a hiss despite her tightly controlled composure and cultured voice, “You couldn’t have… how did you even… are you mad!?”

“What?” I said, innocently as I gestured at the box, “She’s quite sedated at the moment. She couldn’t harm a fly in her current condition.”

“But she’s…” Octavia just shook her head, “She’s the Queen of the Changelings!”

“I believe her proper name is Chrysalis,” I said casually.

Chrysalis, otherwise known to many who’d been in Canterlot during her famous invasion during the Royal Wedding of Shining Armor and Princess Cadence as ‘The Queen of the Changelings’, was laying perfectly still inside the confines of the iron box she’d arrived in. Her pure black chitin glistened with a smooth, gossamer finish that left me eager to test it. How pliant was her ‘skin’ I wondered? Would she feel like a normal mare, or would she have an altogether different and alien texture to her? Would her voluptuous body be warm, or would those smooth curves be cold to the touch?

Her face was serene looking in the drug induced sleep she was currently enjoying. Strong, powerful features that radiated a regal splendor, as fantastic as I remembered it from her attack on the wedding. I’d been there, of course. One of Canterlot’s more prominent nobles would of course attend such a grand event. It’d been dreadfully boring, until this magnificent creature had arrived to crash the party with her brood of insect-like children. I’d been enamored with her ever since, entranced by her otherworldly beauty and presence. I’d gone well out of my way to track her and learn more of her even before the Caribou had taken Equestria for their own. Consequently the Caribou’s domination of the land had made my search for Chrysalis quite a bit easier, as the Changelings had tried, and failed, to form an alliance with the Caribou. No society that maintained an active queen-figure after all, and was required to by biological necessity, would last long under Caribou scrutiny.

I stood as enchanted and lust filled as the day I first beheld this creature in the palace of Canterlot. Her perfectly formed body was proportioned in only the way a being designed to be an ideal sex partner could be. She had the long, tall proportions of the Royal Sisters themselves, with curvaceous legs and arms, whose forms was only enhanced by the enticingly alien holes that appeared across her limbs.

Unfortunately her proud, regal horn had been removed by the Caribou who’d captured her, but she still held her strange, dainty crown, and her vast, voluminous mane of sea green splendor. Her breasts were ideally sized, large without being ludicrous, with perky nipples I was amused to see were a bright shade of jade green that matched the section of her middle that was covered in a similar gossamer carapace.

I feel not a whit of shame to admit I was hard just looking upon her still, sleeping form.

Octavia was still shaking beside me, her eyes looking between me and the sleeping Changeling Queen with wide disbelief, “Gilded Cage, you cannot think to make this… this creature one of your pet mares!”

“Why not?” I asked with a small chuckle, “Powerful though she may be, without her horn she lacks the basic means to access that power.”

“Do you know that for certain?” Octavia asked, strength entering her voice as she looked at me with the kind of frank questioning that I knew no stallion would ever allow from one of his mares, but for me was like a spicy seasoning on my desire. “Do you know she cannot change her form, or use any magic, without her horn? She’s not a unicorn! She’s a… a monster! There’s no telling what she’s capable of! Why would you even want her? Isn’t your purpose to preserve talents?”

“Indeed it is,” I said, running a finger across Octavia’s chin, leaning towards her so that our lips were nearly touching, “Talent, and anything I consider rare and unusual. What could be more rare and unusual than the Changeling race? It has been hunted by the Caribou to the point of being in tatters, and its Queen was to be tossed aside as mere trash. I couldn’t pass up the chance to do something about that. To offer a way for this mare to preserve her race.”

Octavia shuddered, looking away from me with a grimace twisting her gorgeous features, “You can’t be serious. She’s not even a pony.”

“Ponykind is a debatable quality,” I replied simply, “Regardless, I am serious. Oh, don’t fret, I won’t be taking this mare lightly. I understand that even without her power she poses a danger. I have no intention of awakening her until such time as I am confident I have stacked the deck in my favor enough to take firm control of her.”

“Control?” Octavia shook her head, “I don’t know, Gilded. This seems like madness to me. She’s too dangerous. What she did in Canterlot…”

“No worse than what the Caribou have done,” I said, shrugging, “Less so, considering the Queen’s invasion failed utterly, and only provided a day’s inconvenience to the ponies of Canterlot. Compare that to the Caribou’s quite successful takeover and complete reconstruction of our society and really, this mare is practically innocent by comparison.”

“How’d you even get her here?” asked Lightning Dust, finally speaking up. She didn’t look anywhere near as concerned as Octavia, or disgusted either. Instead the athletic pegasus had her arms crossed under her breasts and was looking at me with faint bemusement, “Figure a bitch like this would have to be pretty high on those Caribou cocksucker’s priority list if she’s some high flying Queen or whatever.”

“Ah,” I chuckled, “Padlock, would you like to explain this one?”

“No particularly, my lord. I’d rather teach this mouthy cunt some proper respect,” said Padlock sourly, “But I shall explain, if you wish.”

He turned a glare towards Lightning Dust, who met it with an arrogant stare of her own. I really did need to “help” her understand the need to control her rebellious streak. It was well enough when we were outside of the view of the Caribou, but it just wouldn’t do if she continued to act this way all the time.

The pool… yes, I would use the pool on her today. On both of my lovely mares. I grinned in anticipation as Padlock began to speak.

“The Caribou captured Queen Chrysalis and treated her as any other female deserves, regardless of species. The problem was that she proved all but impossible to train using conventional methods, and her brood remained a threat even with their Queen captured. Eventually the Caribou resorted to using their most extreme methods to try to alter the Queen’s mind to suit the proper way a female should be… but she resisted even having her mind reprogrammed using magic. In short, she was a female who was biologically unable to act as a female should under Caribou law. Such a creature was deemed worthless, and sent to a disposal site to be gotten rid of. That was where we come in. Lord Gilded had assigned several spies to watching much of the Caribou’s disposal activities on the chance a mare who has talents he wishes would be slated for disposal. When those spies reported Queen Chrysalis herself would be transported to the site we intervened covertly.”

“Covertly? As in you stole her?” Octavia asked, looking at me with a strange expression. I couldn’t tell if she was aghast at my audacity, or impressed with my willingness to defy Caribou law. I hoped she didn’t misunderstand. I had no interest in rebelling against King Dainn, nor was I a “mare sympathizer” seeking to free mares from their fate. I was acting purely for my own interests in specific mares, and Queen Chrysalis just happened to be one of the top prizes I’d been seeking. I had merely seen an opportunity and seized it, illegal or not.

“I suppose that’s one way to put it,” I told Octavia, “I employ many skilled stallions beyond my mere manor guard. Some of them worked in the field of, how shall I say… clandestine operations? The Caribou are, if anything, somewhat lax in some of their security measures, especially when dealing with mares they believe they have no more use for. It wasn’t easy but those who serve me successfully intercepted the group that was transporting the Queen and took her under the guise of a ‘rebel attack’. There’s nothing to trace it to me. Even this iron box is not what she was originally moved in, and anypony who may have seen it moving through the city would not know who or what was inside.”

“And if the Caribou come calling, wanting to take a peek around?” asked Lighting Dust, looking at me with level stare, “I don’t plan on sinking with you, Gilded, if you get your ass in trouble with those fucks.”

I laughed, “Oh ye of such little faith. Trust me, while the Caribou’s magic is mighty in war, they lack certain skills in the more subtle arts. This chamber will be warded well beyond what was recently in place, and hidden by the best magics my considerable rescources can afford. Not to mention I have something of a... let’s say a ‘specialist’ in the area of concealment. The Caribou are not likely to ever realize Chrysalis is here.”

I turned to Padlock, “Speaking of which, I leave the rest of the Queen’s care in the capable hands of you and your wife. I trust she is ready to begin preparations?”

Padlock grimaced, probably because he didn’t like me openly discussing his wife in front of other mares, but I wanted to remind him that I might require her presence in training my mares soon, and he needed to be prepared for that. Midnight Shadow was just a female, true, but she possessed skills that were useful that had not been destroyed by what her forced training under the Caribou, and later Padlock, had done to her mind.

Some purple collars were mad beyond use, but others were so mad that they somehow came full circle back to nearly being sane. Which made them dangerous, but potentially useful. Midnight Shadow was such a mare. When she was lucid, she was quite handy to have around. When she wasn’t… well, Padlock handled her well enough. Perhaps the only stallion who could.

“She should be. And if not, I will ensure she is. What will you be doing in the meantime, if I may ask?” Padlock said as he bowed curtly.

I turned my eyes towards Octavia and Lightning Dust, enjoying the look of their naked bodies and feeling the stirrings of my lust heating me. My smile was wide as I said, “Its time I’d say for some intensive training for my beautiful mares. Lord Brant has invited us to a grand event, after all, and I’d hate to disappoint him. Come Octavia, Lightning Dust, follow me.”

I left Padlock and the other guards to deal with preparing Queen Chrysalis for our eventual meeting. I did give the Queen a last fond look, greatly looking forward to when I could speak to her… properly. But I would not play favorites! Every mare I acquired I would treat as equal treasures, and for now all of my attention needed to be turned towards training Octavia and Lightning Dust for the big party in two weeks.

“Um, master Gilded, what is this?” Octavia asked in a cute, bewildered tone as she looked around the chamber I’d taken her and Lightning Dust to.

“Not the fetish room you usually fuck us in,” Lightning Dust commented, glancing around curiously, but with her usual surly stance.

The chamber was a pool room, with marble pillars lining the walls around a wide rectangular pool. The chamber was underground, in the first floor of the basement, its ceiling slightly curved and made of metal tiles that shone with faint light. I grinned, my horn glowing as I activated a few runes placed conveniently on the side of the wall next to the doors. Suddenly the temperature warmed and the ceiling flashed, changing to appear like a realistic illusion of a blue summer sky.

Other enchantments created a stirring breeze and the scent of the ocean as the space between the pillars also became cloaked in illusion, now making the pool look as if it were situated upon a fine wood deck just along a beach of yellow sand and a glittering blue ocean.

Octavia’s jaw dropped, her expression making me smile as she said, “Just how much gold bits have you spent on toys like this?”

“Me?” I chuckled, “This room is thanks to the work of my grandfather, actually. A gift to his wife who so loved to swim, but was terribly shy of going outside. So he decided to bring the beauty of the outside world to her instead, commission this enchanted room.”

“Adorable,” Lightning Dust muttered, “So what’s the schitck this time? You going to try fucking us in the water or something? Tried that once, back during a cross country race. Not as fun as you’d think. Water is a shit lubricant.”

“Oh I know. The pool has a different purpose, though we may use it for some fun in a minute. You see, while this room was built by my grandfather, I altered the pool a few years ago after discovering rumors of a most unusual natural pool in the Everfree Forest. The water of that pool had some fascinating magical properties, and I had some of the water transported here where the enchantment was successfully replicated.”

“What enchantment?” asked Octavia, approaching the pool with small steps filled with trepidation.

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to step back, “Watch, and you’ll see.”

She stepped back, joined by Lightning Dust who, despite her grimacing visage, was unable to hide her own curiosity.

I quickly and smoothly undressed, letting the mares take in the sight of my naked form as I stretched. I laughed at Octavia’s still faintly bashful look and reddened face, and even more at Lightning Dust’s exasperated eye roll. I then took my first step onto the marble steps leading to the shallowest end of the pool. The water shimmered as my foot touched it. With a confident grin I began to speak, not to the mares, but to the pool itself.

“And gazing upon his form he felt quite proud

Seeking another similarly endowed

And in so doing he openly vowed

That he did not fear being one of a crowd”

With each verse of the chant I had stepped deeper into the pool, until it seemed to swallow me. A cool wash of water and the tingle of magic filled my senses and before I could blink I was stepping out of the pool as if my legs had carried me around in an instant. And now, standing beside me, was another Gilded Cage. A stallion who shared my same fine brown coat, sandy blonde mane and tail, and even the same cutie mark of an elegant gold cage. He was my copy in every way, even sharing my eager, cocky smile as he glanced between me and the two mares who were staring at us agape.

“Well hello there,” the other me said, “Seems there’s two incredibly gorgeous mares here, but only two of us. It somehow doesn’t’ feel enough, don’t you think Gilded?”

“Why of course Gilded,” I said, “Perhaps we should get a for more to help us take care of these mares? I do hope to train them thoroughly, and they can be such a handful.”

He made an ‘after you’ gesture, to which I bowed to him slightly and then we both turned to the pool, both of us repeating the verse and stepping into the pool.

The clones created by the ‘Mirror Pool’ were not perfect in all senses. They had my basic memories, the core of my personality, and almost every physical attribute. But they were not living things in the true sense of the term. They could act and make decisions, but only within a limited set o desires borrowed from me. I had a spell to easily identify a clone and sent them back to the pool when needed, though that wasn’t often needed. I had made adjustments to my own Mirror Pool that refined the water from the original pond in the Everfree Forest to make the clones more malleable to my orders, making them subservient to me as the ‘original’. There were other adjustments as well, which I thought I might one day show the mares, but not today.

Today, four Gildeds should be enough, and no need to change gender or adjust size or species. Didn’t want to overwhelm Octavia and Lightning Dust.

“W-what manner of magic is this?” Octavia asked, her deep violet eyes saucer wide as she took in the sight of four naked Gilded Cages.

The Gilded to my left chuckled dryly while licking his lips, “The best kind of magic, my dear Octavia. Magic that makes enjoying the pleasures of the flesh all the more interesting!”

Lightning Dust seemed to be recovering faster than Octavia from her shock and had even taken a step back, but seeming irritated with herself for showing any kind of fear she instead stepped forward, placing her hands on her hips with a brazen look on her face, “Guess you would have to multiply yourself to be able to keep up with me. Maybe four of your dicks might be equivalent to one decent cock. So which one of you is even the real one?”

I stepped towards her, cupping her chin with one hand, which she resisted, but only enough to show defiance, and not tear from my grip.

“That would be me. The original pool had quirks that made telling a clone from the original problematic, but I’ve ensured to remove those issues. These copies obey my command.”

“That we do, though I hope you’ll at least let us have some leeway in having some fun before you send us back to the pool,” said one of the clones, already moving towards Octavia with his cock straightening out in front of him. He wrapped her up in a tight embrace, and she didn’t resist though she looked confused as the clone kissed her. Then she seemed to relax slightly as his hands began to heavily massage her breasts. She managed to break away from the kiss to look at me with questioning eyes.

“They are in all ways me,” I told her, “At least in the ways that matter for what we are about to do.”

“What would that be?” she asked, making a soft moan she was clearly trying to hold in as the clone turned his lips towards her neck, and another of the clones slid behind her, one hand squeezing the gray softness of her ass and the other slipping around to her front to press two, then three fingers into the moistening depths of her marehood.

“The party in two weeks will be a challenge for you both,” told the mares simply, idly using my own hands to start slowly exploring the firm, taut muscles in Lightning Dust’s back. As always she stiffened as my hands brushed past the cloth coverings of her plucked wings, “You’ll be expected to entertain guests and to behave properly, black collars or no. So I must ensure you’re prepared to do so, to take whatever the Caribou and my fellow stallions will do there to test you.”

I made a show of slowly winding my fingers around Lightning Dust’s firm asscheeks as the fourth clone walked behind her. My clone and I shared a grin and wink as I spread Lightning Dust’s cheeks, “So tonight I will push you both to the limits of your body’s endurance.”

At that moment my clones and I began in earnest.

The clone behind Lightning Dust aimed his cock well and with no warning shoved the hard member straight into her exposed anus. The pegasus mare gave half a shout and half a groan as the clone’s cock buried itself into her and she bucked on instinct, but I held her fast, pulling her arms above her head.

“You need to learn to use your mouth,” I told her simply, bending her down so that her face was inches from my own shaft, which was pulsing and twitching with the blood that made it rock stiff.

“F-fuck, you asshole!” she said, “You’re doing this shit too fast.”

“The Caribou will give you no breathing room, and tonight, neither will I. Your mouth, now,” I told her firmly, “Or do you not wish to ever taste the sky again?”

Her fierce eyes glared at me, sending a heated thrill through me. Almost with a mocking look, only somewhat hampered by the redness of her cheeks and the grunts that issued from her as my clone thrust with strong, hard pumps into her ass, she began to lick up and down my length. Her rough, wet tongue sent little shivers of pleasure through me, and I kept hold of her hands with one of my own while I sent the other down to run through her wild, tangled orange and yellow mane, so different from Octavia’s silky black strands.

Octavia’s moans also reached me and I looked to see that the other clones had her sandwiched between them. One was smoothly pounding into her pussy with long, drawn out thrusts, bringing his cock out to the very edge of his tip, almost to the point of popping free of her soaking lips, only to slide it’s slick length back inside with a slow, almost gentle push until it was hilted inside her. The clones had all my of memories, hence this clone knew to be gentle with a mare who was carrying my foal inside her womb. It would not be a problem at the party, either. She would have to perform sexual acts, to the point of exhaustion, but no Caribou would dare harm a pregnant mare or endanger an unborn foal.

That, of course, only applied to her pussy. The clone behind her was being much faster in his thrusts into Octavia’s plump ass, and the smacking sound each time his hips hit her large round cheeks echoed across the chamber. I marveled at the ripples of flesh from each smack, licking my lips in anticipation for when I’d switch over to Octavia, but for now my attention had to be Lightning Dust.

“G-Gilded!” Octavia cried, “Aaah, mmm, will this party be d-d-daaangerous?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the grim question. Leave it to my Octavia to focus on practical matters even while taking it in both holes. I grabbed Lightning Dust’s mane more roughly, almost shoving her mouth upon my shaft, and with an irritated growl she began to suck in earnest, the warmth of her mouth and throat enveloping my cock and leaving me panting lightly. My clone was grunting now too, his hands firmly gripped around Lightning Dust’s hips as his cock continued to rapidly piston within her, the meaty wet smacks joining with the sounds coming from Octavia like a chorus of flesh.

“As dangerous as any interaction with the Caribou might be,” I said, increasing the tempo of my own slight thrusts to match the rhythm of my clone’s thrusts into Lightning Dust’s ask, our ‘spit-roast’ finding a tempo that left the pegasus little time to breath or do anything other than grunt and moan between us, “As long as you behave as a female should then there is nothing to fear. Even small breaches of etiquette should not cause much trouble. But it must be made clear that you are my mares and that I am training you properly, despite your black collars. A worst case scenario could lead to you being taken from me permanently to put with another owner, or at least taken for punishment. You remember what Caribou punishments are like, yes?”

Octavia made a whimpering sound that I couldn’t tell if it was from fear, a bad memory, or the continued pounding of my clones into her from front and back. I felt the first twinges of release beginning inside my own shaft and felt no need to draw things out. I had sufficient stamina for many more and this was just the warm up.

I burst inside Lightning Dust’s mouth without warning, wanting to see how she’d react. As expected she gagged as my seed shot into her mouth and throat, pulses of ecxtasy making me grunt in satisfaction as I held her head firmly to ensure she tasted all of it. My clone was not far behind, making one hard thrust that buried his cock to the very hilt as he sighed. Before long I saw a few white strands of cum dripping from behind Lighting Dust, and my clone withdrew to let even more of the stuff ooze from her anus.

Withdrawing my own cock from her mouth Lightning Dust coughed and wiped at her mouth, spitting, “Ugh! You fucker! Tell me when you’re about to do that!”

“Why? The Caribou will not. Nor will any stallion you must pleasure at the party. This is training. You must be ready to take anything, swallow anything, endure anything, and do so in a manner that doesn’t enrage the guests. Your black collar will provide little armor. Many might seek to break you and I will be able to only do so much to stop it,” I told her with a hard tone.

She grit her teeth, almost snarling at me, but I could tell she understood as she looked away, puffing out her cheeks in a way that was oddly childish and adorable at the same time, “Whatever.”

The clones with Octavia had reached a crescendo of their own efforts, Octavia’s legs wrapped firmly around the hips of the Gilded clone pumping into her from the front, his own mouth licking and sucking upon her jiggling breasts. The clone behind her was nibbling upon one of her ears as he kept up his own hard thrusts, and for a few seconds I just admired the view of my clone’s cocks moving in unison into the dripping holes of that perfect mare. Her lithe, gray body was slick with sweat at this point and her elegant cheeks blushing cherry red. Her eyes weren’t focused, their violet beauty swimming in pleasure. Her mouth was cracked open in a now near constant moan, drawing in breath only to let out more pleasured noise.

Both clones came at the same instant as Octavia too reached her first orgasm. A splash of marecum splattered across the floor alongside twin pools of seed as my clones pumped her holes full. The seed of the clones was an excellent approximation o the real thing, though it lacked the potency to create offspring. They were effectively sterile. A good thing, given that in the early days of my experimentation with the pool, before ‘d managed to get the clones under control, a number had gotten loose and… made quite a mess with the maids.

Padlock had been quite irate with me that day.

“All right gentlemen,” I said, clapping my hands, “Let us switch things up.”

Both mares were set down to catch their breaths for a few seconds as my clones and I conferred briefly.

“Gentlemen, now that the warm up is done I suggest we turn things up a notch and ensure… mutual participation from these delicious mares, agreed?” I asked, knowing full well my clones would not object to anything I suggested, but I was enjoying putting on a little show for the mares. Octavia was still catching her breath, chest heaving, as she blinked at the four Gildeds in front of her with an enchanting mix of desire and shame on her face, as if she couldn’t quite believe what was happening or that, perhaps, she was taking some pleasure in it. Lightning Dust’s expression was as unmasked as ever in its naked scorn, even as she blushed.

“Hmm, yes,” said one of my clones, “Perhaps two on the sides, and two from behind, while they enjoy each other at the same time?”

“Capital notion,” I said, turning to the mares, “But first let’s get them to ease into each other, as it were.”

“Um, Gilded… master, what are you planning now?” Octavia asked, rising to stand, but I held a hand out to indicate she should remain on the floor.

“Only that the two of you have been acting apart since I’ve acquired you, but that just won’t do in the long run. The two o you are as family now, a part of my family, and as such I think you should learn to enjoy each other as much as I enjoy you. Indeed, won’t be letting either one o you mares rest tonight until you’ve each made the other reach climax at least once.”

“Hey! Hold on a sec, I don’t even like mares!” growled Lightning Dust, pointing a finger at Octavia, “And even if I did, she’s so far from my type she might as well be a fucking Caribou!”

“Opinion noted,” I said with a smug tone and smile that said exactly how much I was taking that opinion into consideration as I approached Lightning Dust, pointedly running a hand over the covers of her wings, “But I do so hate to think that that two of you can’t get along, and it’d be so much harder to fulfill my part of our bargain if I thought you weren’t giving this your all.”

Lightning Dust’s eyes were practical liquid fire as she reached up to grab my hand. It was the kind of move no Caribou or really any other stallion in Equestria these days would likely allow, but I just smiled more deeply at her. She squeezed my hand just hard enough to hurt a bit, perhaps to emphasize the difference in strength between us, but Lightning Dust didn’t display that bravado for more than a moment before saying in a level tone, “I remember our deal, and seem to recall it was for a brat, not for hot mare on mare action, but whatever, I’ll slob this bitch’s slit if it’ll get you from acting like such a pretentious fucker for ten minutes.”

I scratched under her chin, to which she just glared at me as I said, “Good girl. Now, let’s get started. Octavia…?”

With a start Octavia looked at me, and I realized she’d been starring at Lightning Dust’s body while I’d been talking to the pegasus. I felt an instant of satisfaction as I concluded that while these two mares might not get along yet, at least one of them found the other attractive.

“Yes, Gilded?” she said, trying to maintain an air of calm and dignity despite the fact that she still had seed from my clones seeping from both her holes, her hands clasped calmly on her lap as she sat on her knees. I knelt down behind Lightning Dust and with smooth motions slipped one hand across her tight abdomen while the other went to the lips of her marehood, and while Lightning Dust made a little grunt of irritation she didn’t stop me as I used my fingers to spread her lips and display the pink folds within to Octavia.

“Come here,” I told her with a commanding if not unkind tone, pulling Lightning Dust back so she was laying backwards on my lap, legs spread forward. At a nod my clones moved, taking up positions to either side of Lightning Dust, while the last one joined me behind her. I knew I wouldn’t have to tell them what to do. They would understand the arrangement. They were me, after all.

Octavia visibly gulped, and with a great aura of self control slowly and daintily scooted towards us. Lightning Dust scoffed.

“Just get your gray ass over here and stop trying to act like you’re at a damned tea party!” the pegasus said harsly, and in response to that I gave her a playful swat on the head while pinching one of her nipples hard, to which she cried out sharply.

“Now, now, behave,” I told her, and licked her ear, slowly biting it, “Or I will start to administer… punishments.”

“Ugh… like I care…” Lightning Dust said as she grit her teeth, feeling that the tip of my already hard again shaft was pressing firmly between her asscheeks, aiming for her recently loosened anus.

Octavia, now sitting still on her knees and right in front of Lightning Dust’s spread legs, was very pointedly trying not to look at the other mare’s exposed pussy while looking to me, “Gilded-“

“Master Gilded,” I corrected, firm but not harshly, “You will need to call me that at the party, otherwise problems will arise. Both of you will need to learn this, and I will become harsher if need be to instill this.”

Octavia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again and said, “Master Gilded, I will do as asked, but I must still state, for my own conscience, that I am not comfortable forcing this upon Lightning Dust if she does not desire mares.”

“Hah!” Lightning Dust laughed, “You’ll help him rape me to impregnate me with his stupid ass brat but oh you got to protest the idea of eating me out? Bitch, get your mouth down there and start licking before I-aaaahg! Gilded! You bastard!”

“I object to that insult,” I said with a smile as I shoved with one hard thrust to work my cock into the tight warmth of Lightning Dust’s ass, “I am well versed on my lineage. I can trace my bloodline almost back to Platinum’s brood. Mmm, now, do be quiet for once and don’t forget to service all of us.”

At that my clones moved forward, all their cocks hard and pointed straight at Lightning Dust. The pegasus looked a tad panicked for a second before she seemed to grasp just what was expected of her, and with a resigned scowl she got to work. One hand of hers went to the shafts of the clones on the side, while I bent her back far enough that she was laying on top of me as I found my rythem , hands now firmly grasped on her hips as I pumped deeper into her heated rear hole. This left enough room for my last clone to bend forward over her so that Lightning Dust’s mouth was position to start sucking upon the fourth clone’s cock, which she did with a begrudging slowness. My clone’s response was to shove harder and nearly force the mare to gag, shaft working in and out of her throat. I got a near perfect view of Lightning Dust’s eyes as she glared at me, her mouth making wet slurping sounds as it was fucked by my clone.

Then Octavia began as well. I couldn’t see so well from my position, but I could tell from Lightning Dust’s reactions what was happening. Lighting Dust’s whole body shuddered in my arms, and her throat made a delightfully deep and pleased purr as I heard a moist sucking sound stemming from the mare’s nethers. Octavia was making a few soft moans as well and seemed to be enjoying herself as she explored Lightning Dust’s marehood, and I could see Octavia’s gray, smoky hands roving across Lightning Dust’s body. Octavia’s hands danced and swam over the other mare’s skin, delicately caressing and squeezing in a way that showed she was no stranger to exploring the body of another mare. I could barely glimpse Octavia’s head, her eyes closed in concentration and pleasure, as she moved her head in circular motions, using both her muzzle and tongue at once to push, lick, and flick Lightning Dust.

“No slowing down,” one of my clones said as Lightning Dust’s hands seemed to forget what she was doing, no longer stroking his cock as fast as before, “You’re getting distracted there, aren’t you?”

I chuckled, increasing the rate of my own thrusts. Lightning Dust’s pussy may have been tight in a way few I’d encountered was, but her ass was on a entirely different level. A vise was not remotely close to the right term. It took almost all my strength to keep thrusting into her and could only really get half my length inside. Each thrust was like having the hot, greased hands of a professional masseuse working my shaft.

Lightning Dust jerked in my grasp, deep tremors running up and down her back, and from her strangled cry I knew the pegasus had climaxed. That didn’t slow any of us down, however, neither myself, my clones, nor Octavia. Hearing Lightning Dust’s cry, smelling the deep, sharp musk of her marecum splashing out, only spurred us all onward. The clones on the side both leaned down as Lightning Dust continued to caress and swiftly jerk them off. One started to lick and suck upon her breasts, while the other went further down, licking down Lightning Dust’s stomach until he joined Octavia at the pegasus’ pussy. Octavia, face wet from the splash of Lighting Dust’s cum, was blushing so brightly that she could possibly had lit up a dark room, but her eyes were now lidded with lust and when she saw my clone so close to her face she didn’t hesitate to lean forward and kiss him.

Let me tell you, it’s a strange feeling to be envious of yourself, but I certainly felt jealous of my clone as he and Octavia shared a hard, passionate kiss while both of the started to finger Lightning Dust’s pussy together. When Octavia broke the kiss, a long line of saliva dripping from between her and my clone, she looked away with an adorably embarrassed expression.

“I… um, are you enjoying yourself, Lightning Dust?” Octavia asked.

I grinned, “I think she’s a tad too occupied to respond, but I’m certain you can tell the answer to your own question, my dear.”

Octavia somehow managed to still look a shade indignant as she was fingering another mare, “It’s only polite to confirm these things verbally, master Gilded! I swear, stallions never understand the importance of communication!”

“And some mares forget that the best kind of communication is nonverbal,” said the clone that’d kissed her while he grunted, eyes closing in pleasure as Lightning Dust’s hands reached a speedy crescendo upon his shaft.

Moments later my clones began to finish, two of them spraying strands of sticky seed across Lightning Dust’s body, one focusing upon her breasts to coat the with lines of white. The third finished as well, choosing to pull out and spray the pegasus’ face with a point blank blast of cum that splattered across her muzzle and mane. Lightning Dust, her throat now free, drew in a quick breath, and promptly started to let out a quick series of pleasured grunts in time with my own thrusts into her ass.

“F-f-fuccck! You’d better, ggguh, better fucking finish! My ass ain’t designed for this!”

“Say what you will but this feels quite good on my end,” I said, caressing the surprising softness of her face and turning it towards me, “And from the sound of things you’re enjoying this as well.”

“L-like hell I am. Fuck…!”

“You really do have a limited vocabulary, don’t you?” I said, pushing myself to reach a rapid series of thrusts that slapped into Lightning Dust’s ass with a near constant sound of clapping flesh.

“So the fuck whaaagggggg…” Lightning Dust unashamedly cried out, her tongue lolling to the side as she came once more. I felt a wash of warm satisfaction as I filled her with another load of my own hot seed, my cock pumping and pulsing as it hosed down the inner walls of her ass.

At this point Lightning Dust was coated with cum, and looked entirely exhausted. But I had said that the night wasn’t done until both mares had made the other orgasm, so I couldn’t let Lightning Dust or Octavia rest quiet yet. Slipping out of Lightning Dust’s ass with a wet popping sound, I gently set the pegasus aside, who was breathing hard as she sat up on her elbows. Lightning Dust looked herself over with a reproachful smirk, but oddly her expression softened slightly as she looked at Octavia.

“Alright, I’ll fucking admit it… that wasn’t too shabby. Still don’t like mares, but fuck, I guess a tongue is a tongue. You’re better than most guys who’d tried going down on me anyway.”

Octavia coughed politely and looked at the floor, face a blazing crimson, “Well, I… I am glad you liked it. I didn’t wish for this to be an unpleasant experience for you, no matter what you may say about me.”

Lightning Dust sighed, sitting up fully and wiping some of the cum from her face, “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t really like you. But whatever, this doesn’t make us friends or anything. Now get your ass over here. I need to return the favor, and maybe all these Gildeds can bug you for handies and BJs, because so far you seem to have gotten the easy part of this.”

“Octavia is pregnant,” I said simply, “Until she reaches a safer trimester I don’t wish to endanger the foal. The same will apply to you once it’s confirmed you’re carrying a foal as well, Lightning Dust.”

At that I stood, stretching, and glancing at my clones. A part of me said I should summon even more to put these mares through more severe sexual exercises… but I felt a warmth in me seeing Lightning Dust slowly, grudgingly, yet somehow cute in her awkwardness as she crawled over on hands and knees to Octavia. The mare looked honestly uncomfortable, yet there was a strange earnest determination in her face as she leaned down between Octavia’s legs as the mare gently spread them, looking at the pegasus with a kind smile.

Not long ago these two couldn’t seem to get along at all, and now they both seemed to be putting forth their best efforts to learn to accept one another.

Let it never be said that I was a mare sympathizer. I wasn’t. But I was not a cruel master. I knew how to reward as well as punish, and I believed these mares had earned a reprieve.

Silently, without so much as a gesture, I lit up my horn and cast the dismissal spell, sending my clones in puffs of smoke back to the pool. I adjusted the environment of the room with my magic, the illusions intensifying to create a softer, warm sea breeze and the feeling of warmth from an artificial sun as it looked as if we were now on a real beach.

Lightning Dust and Octavia both looked confused for a moment as I merely reclined beside them, smiling at the pair.

“Oh, don’t mind me, do continue,” I said with a wave of my hand, “I think I’ll enjoy just watching for a little while, then join in… by myself. The lesson of the evening is over. Now we can just take our time and enjoy ourselves.”

Lightning Dust didn’t look convinced, just giving me an eye rolling look as she went back to carefully and awkwardly licking at Octavia’s slt, her tongue making rough, hard strokes. Octavia let out slow, encouraging moans, and with one free hand stroked at her clit while offering little bits of advice here and there to the clearly inexperienced Lightning Dust. All the while Octavia was looking at me with her soft violet eyes, eyes that for the first time didn’t hold any fear or worry, or even reserved indignation, but instead looked as warm as I felt as I watched my two mares enjoying one another. Their soft moans and the wet sounds of Lightning Dust’s mouth kissing and licking between the folds of Octavia’s soaked marehood were like a musical sonata to my ears that left me sighing with pleasure. It wouldn’t be long before I’d be hard again, and I fully intended to dive in once more, no pretense of ‘training’ this time but just ravishing every inch of my precious treasures.

I had to remind myself that they were still my property and functionally nothing more, and I imagined there might be many stallions and certainly Caribou that wouldn’t approve of my lenience with these mares. Yet I couldn’t help but find myself feeling content in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Perhaps ever in my life.

The only problem was a faint, growing worry that this contentment could easily vanish. Not only was the upcoming party in a couple of weeks a potential danger if my mares failed to perform to expectation, there was also the more dangerous yet delicious danger presented by the Changeling Queen who right now was locked away tightly in the depths of my manor. A challenge for another day.

Author's Note

Yikes, this one took awhile didn't it? Distractions abound in real life, but moreover the chapters will take longer than before mainly because I'm now working on plot oriented things to support, well, the 'plots'. This chapter I think has less overall words dedicated to clop than the others, though I'm not sure if that's going to be normal from now on. The amount of clop will vary depending on how the story goes from here but you can be pretty certain there's still always going to be some kind of sexual shenanigans Gilded and the mares will be getting up to. As always feel free to let me know what you guys thing in the comment section; any and all critiques and suggestions are welcome.