Author's Note

Brigadoon. Mythical Irish village that appears once every one hundred years for one day only.

Wiki it.

Caridoon. A massive country hidden from the rest of the world by geography and magic. Converted to a prison by the Goddess of Fluffy Bunnies to contain entire tribes of beings who warrant such imprisonment. You know, your usual rape and pillage types.

Never easy to get in or out of, at times it is not even in phase with the rest of the world.

Inside Caridoon females are property. Many of them sex-slaves. The degree to which this affects them varies from tribe to tribe. From merely being a label, to all too grim a reality.

This is the first story arc in the Caridoon Universe. As a result expect a lot of world building along with the story. But take heart. Subsequent stories will be able to focus much more on why I presume everyone is here. For the no holes barred clop.

This is an Anthro story. Stop now if you dislike that.

Also if you dislike Porn type rape and sex slavery that features totally unrealistic sex.

Expect oversized male members with 'mild' stomach deformation and cum inflation.

The theme behind the Caridoon stories is sex-slavery, both real and role-playing, and all the various kinks that flow from that.

I was going to tag this as being very graphic and extreme, but then I checked out a few other stories for research reasons and this is fluffy bunnies compared to some of those.

But, it is most certainly juvenile level porn. Not erotica. Lots of over stuffing, lots of fluids, lots of unrealistic situations.

Sigh: and this started out with such a simple premise. Applejack gets kidnapped by a diplomat from a country where sex-slavery is legal. Big Mac, must accompany the rest of the mane six, posing as their master, on quest to recover her.

How it blew up into this monster is down to my inability to reign my creative juices in.

One other very important point. This was constructed with the intention of being a shared Universe, not that there are currently any other authors involved. That said, if anyone is interested in playing in my ballpark, give me a PM and I’ll be happy to discuss any story ideas set in this world.

And finally, finally, This chapter is merely the introduction. What clop there is is of the mild variety. Expect much more graphic material later on.

Applejacked Prologue

“Applejacked. Prologue.

One year ago:

“Hah!” Celestia said with pleasure. “That’s an extra slice of cloud cake for me this evening.”

“I beg your pardon, Tia?” Luna said in a questioning tone, glad of an excuse to pull her attention away from her study of the current laws of Equestria. It was very dry reading. Just looking at the books was enough to make her feel parched and in need of a good drink. Actually reading them gave her a burning need for the hardest of ciders.

“My pardon, Luna. I just won a personal bet,” Celestia said, waving a file folder in the air.

“Do tell. Seriously, tell. If I have to read one more whereas, or howsoever, I fear I shall scream.”

“It’s a little bet I make every time a new head of the intelligence service is appointed. I evaluate her, and calculate how long before she submits a variation of this proposal, or if she will submit it at all. I’m getting very good at it. In the last one hundred years my record is eight wins to four losses.”

“And what is this mysterious proposal, Tia?”

“To set up a training facility for intelligence ponies, and for ponies of strategic value.”

“That sounds rather mundane sister. I myself received a fairly exhaustive seminar on modern diplomatic procedures. Mostly it came down to when to keep my mouth shut.”

“Ah, but this suggestion is to create a facility that will teach ponies how to resist enhanced interrogation should they fall into enemy hands. The rationale goes that if they know what to expect and the philosophy behind the techniques, we will better be able to resist. As well, they maintain that post-captivity trauma will be seriously reduced if the ponies, in particular mares, are taught how to deal with their treatment at the hands of a captor.”

Celestia was leafing through the folder in her hands and did not notice how Luna’s eyes suddenly dilated and her tail lifted for just a moment. “Do, tell,” Luna said in a rough voice. She gave a little cough to cover her reaction when Celestia turned and gave her a questioning look.

“It’s nonsense of course. For one thing, that type of threat has not been a serious consideration for thousands of years. Not since the great division was mended. For another, under all the fancy words, they are in the end talking about how to train mares to deal with, and cope with the aftermath, of prolonged sexual abuse. On paper, in dry clinical terms it even makes a certain amount of sense. The reality is far different. No amount of threatening and suggestive insults, no matter how graphic, is going to prepare a mare for the real thing. You just can’t fake something like that. It might even give the mares thus trained a false sense of security. Have them thinking they are prepared, only to find that the genuine thing is very different.”

“Indeed,” Luna said, her voice even more husky, her eyes visibly dilated now and her breath was faster than normal, almost panting.

“Luna? Are you coming down with something? You sound a bit hoarse?”

“I think maybe I have been breathing too much dust, Tia?” Luna replied, coughing into her hand and pointing toward the legal tomes she had been perusing.

“Yes, time for a tea break, and some cloud cake,” Celestia said, putting her sister’s strange behavior out of her mind in anticipation of that extra slice she had just won. Just before she left she scrawled Declined inside the folder and tossed it into her out box. Really, what a silly idea. As if her little ponies would ever face a threat where such training would be needed.

Present day:

Celestia sat at her desk and glared at the arrogant snow-white unicorn with the long golden mane and tail sitting across from her. She was not alone in her attitude. Her two favorite female guards, Bergdis, a unicorn, Dis for short, and Bergljot, a pegasus, Jot for short, were staring at the male as if picking out spots they would like to stick the halberds they were fingering. The unicorn showed no discomfort at their expressions and obvious disgust. If anything, he seemed to find their visible dislike amusing. Celestia would have liked to have wiped that expression off his face, but as the ruler of a country, she had to abide by certain diplomatic niceties. Still, it rankled her something fierce that she couldn’t break off his horn and shove it up his sanctimonious ass.

This particular unicorn was not one of her subjects. He was an envoy from a country that had previously been considered mythical. Caridoon. A legendary nation that was said to only appear once every hundred years for one day, and then vanish again. It had been regarded as a fairy tale since before Celestia had been born.

The reappearance of the Crystal Empire had made such fairy tales all too possible, as had been proven in this case.

Though, according to the envoy, Lord Rasmus, it seemed that the vanishing was in truth more myth than fact. Caridoon didn’t so much vanish, as it became inaccessible for decades, or even centuries, locked behind a barrier both physical and magical.

Located deep in the huge range of mountains known collectively as,The Mountains of the Moon. It was a land locked nation that could only be accessed through magic. Gates could open up anywhere in the world, allowing beings and animals to enter, only to close again, trapping them inside the valley. Where and when a gate would open had been impossible to predict or control until very recently according to Lord Rasmus. Which is what had brought the envoy to Equestria. His people, having discovered a way to leave their prison wished to reconnect with the pony nation they had fled so long before.

Again, according to Lord Rasmus, his unicorn ancestors had been refugees from the period when all the pony tribes had been consolidated into one nation.

The events of which were chronicled in the Hearth Warming Eve story.

Rather than surrender what they felt was their rightful status, the dissident unicorns had fled Equestria, looking for a land where they could live in peace and enjoy the same lifestyle they always had.

The only problem was that their chosen lifestyle included keeping earth ponies as a slave race, and extending that distinction to any pegasus they managed to capture and wing clip.

And looking at the figure kneeling in a submissive posture behind the seated Unicorn Celestia had to assume that not much had changed.

The young female was a small white-tailed doe. She was kneeling with her bottom sitting on her heels, her legs spread and her hands resting palm up on her knees. As she was naked except for a black collar around her neck and the jewelry hanging from her pierced nipples, her posture left nothing to the imagination.

“We do not allow slavery in Equestria, Lord Rasmus,” Celestia said in a cold tone. “The girl was free the moment you teleported into our realm.”

The tall unicorn held his hands out, palms spread in a non-threatening manner. “I have no problem with that, Princess. She is free to leave me anytime she wishes. I have no chains on her, I do not secure her to the end of my bed at night. I do not have a leash attached to her collar right now. She may walk out the door this very minute if she so chooses.”

The doe’s head snapped up from her submissive pose and she blurted out, “Master, please, no. Don’t send this cunt away.” Even as the words emerged from her mouth, her eyes widened and she dropped into a crouch with her forehead against the floor and her rear high in the air, her short tail lifted in presentation mode, flashing the bright white underside. “Sorry, sorry. This cunt did not mean to give an order, master. This cunt does not wish to leave you master. This cunt knows she serves only on your command. This cunt will do whatever her master desires. This cunt does not wish to be a bother.”

Rasmus smirked at Celestia, before turning and casually patting the girl on the head as if she were a pet dog. “Calm yourself, little one. The princess believes in freedom of choice. She is not about to drag you from my side in chains simply because she disapproves of our relationship. You are free to stay with me for as long as you desire.”

The doe looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. “Thank you master, This cunt will never leave you. This cunt will try not to be a bother again.”

Celestia felt nausea. But there was nothing she could do. Females in Equestria were free to choose their own situations in life. No matter how foolish their choice might be. As long as no laws were broken in the process she could not intervene. And even if he did break a law, with diplomatic immunity all she could do to Lord Rasmus was expel him from Equestria. She was tempted to do that anyway, but she knew if she did the poor little doe would trot right back into hell behind him. For her sake, and the sake of gathering information, Celestia pressed her lips tight together and waited for the small slave to settle down.

Lord Rasmus’ expression shifted from one of derision to a look filled with understanding and empathy for Celestia’s reaction to the little slave’s behavior. Celestia knew which one really represented the male in front of her, and was not affected one jot by his sudden shift in attitude. “You hate me, Princess. I can understand. I don’t much like myself very much sometimes either to tell the truth. But you have the luxury of acting on your true feelings. I don’t. You don’t know what it is like at home. What we are trying so hard to escape. You remember what my ancestors were like, and you see me with this young doe and think I am cut from the same cloth as they were. Nothing could be further from the truth.”

Behind Celestia the younger of her guards, Dis, made a sound that would more properly have come from a hungry carnivore.

Celestia merely gave him a tight lipped nod and said, “Then please elucidate. Why are you different from your ancestors?”

“To explain that I have to go back to the time my ancestors arrived in Caridoon. They were chasing a legend, a story of a land where they could find refuge from persecution for their way of life.”

“Meaning, they were racist, raping bastards and wanted to keep doing it,” Dis, whispered, loud enough so that everyone in the room could hear.

The sound of The pegasus guard, Jot, giving Dis a surreptitious slap across the back of the head was loud. Celestia repressed a smile. The two of them were playing their roles nicely. She might not be able to express her true feelings, but Dis did a lovely job of it, and Jot was as adept at pretending her fellow guard was speaking out of turn.

Lord Rasmus shrugged and spread his hands in a gesture of peace. “I am not about to apologize for my ancestors. I could not. For all it is a trap, Caridoon at least taught us that amount of empathy. None of my people could ever return to that way of life.”

“And yet,” Celestia said, nodding her head toward the doe who had resumed her submissive kneeling pose.

“As I said, appearances can be deceiving. My girl learned her behavior, and word choice, from the female who trained her for her role in life, not at the hands of any male, and most certainly not me. If I might get back to my story, now?”

A Celestia’s node, Lord Rasmus drew a breath and looked off into the distance as if he was imagining the scene in his mind. “The journey was beyond terrible for my ancestors. They had magic and ample food to start with, but the trip took them out onto the ice fields of the far north where there was no food but what they carried with them and their magic was soon exhausted dealing with the cold. If it had not been for the strength of the earth ponies none of them would have survived.

“You can be sure the contempt my ancestors felt for their slaves was greatly reduced when their noses were so firmly rubbed into the fact that they owed their lives to their slaves. It is one reason why all of those ponies were freed when they first reached Caridoon. Though in the end their freedom was very short lived. But I’m getting ahead of myself.”

Celestia had to admit she was curious. She remembered the lost unicorn herd. They contained many of the worst offenders under the Unicorn regime she had helped overthrow. She had in a way been relieved when they had fled. Celestia had been committed to reconciliation and forgiveness in order to prevent a never ending quest for vengeance by all parties, but it would have been hard to offer those particular ponies amnesty in return for them giving their parole.

“My ancestors were on their last legs, many of them having to lean on the stronger earth ponies to continue. Just when they thought they were fated to die on the ice, they found an ice cave in the side of a glacier and sought shelter from the wind. The cave went on and on, and soon they felt a warm breeze and smelled the scent of living things. They broke into a canter, or stumbled into one, and the entire herd rushed down the remaining length of the ice cave and emerged into a miracle.

“It was of course, Caridoon. It is hard to describe the land I grew up in. It is not small, at least as big as Equestria, but it seems much smaller than it is because it is simply overshadowed by the mountains that rear up on every side. Mountains that climb so high you expect the moon to run into them. Mountains so high that even the strongest Gryphon or Pegasus can not hope to overtop them. No creature that needs to breath could even climb more than two thirds of a way up them. They are forbidding and forbidden. No pony, or any other creature has ever found a path over them. The only way in, or out of Caridoon is the magic gates, and it has only been in the last two years that we have learned how to open a pathway, just a small one, and only two may transfer through it at a time. But it is a start, and we have hopes that soon we will be able to open a full time gate between our land and Equestria. Why, we might be able to open one right inside the walls of Canterlot,” Rasmus said with a laugh that Celestia did not like at all, nor the implications of what he implied without saying it.

“You were telling us about Caridoon. Before you said it was hard to describe,” she said an acerbic voice.

“You are right. I forgot myself. You have to understand, but for thousands of years we, and the others who share the land, have thought escape impossible. To learn there is a chance, it changes everything.”

Rasmus took another breath and continued. “First of all, you have to think warm. That was the first thing my ancestors noticed after coming in from the arctic waste. It is a warm land. There are numerous hot springs and the pegasus and gryphons tell us that the warmth is trapped under a permanent capping layer of cold air. The bottom of the valley never sees uncomfortably cold weather. Many residents wear little or no clothing, trusting to our natural coverings to keep us warm. I myself usually wear very little more than my companion, and dressed in cold weather gear this time because we were told the climate here is not so benign”

“Notice you didn’t dress the doe,” the Dis muttered.

Rasmus sighed. “You don’t understand our culture at all. There is no greater insult a male can give a female than to suggest she cover herself up.”

“Sure is convenient,” Dis sneered, but subsided when Celestia held up her hand.

“To get back to my description. Caridoon is a forest kingdom. Many species of plants grow there that our sages say grow no where else in the world. The tree line runs ten thousand feet up the sides of the mountains, changing from tropical to more temperate pine forests, and eventually to bristle cone and other scrub plants.

“There are always trees in fruit, and the natural vegetation is nutritious. The herbivore species can exist quite easily on forage along. The carnivorous ones like the Gryphon’s have many prey animals, who are not intelligent and armed with sharp sticks, to choose from,” Rasmus joked.

“This spread out below my ancestors, and it must have looked like heaven on earth. Until the worm in the apple showed up. They had barely had time to fill their bellies and rest before a delegation representing all the tribes in the valley showed up. You might be familiar with all of the species represented, except the Ursine, who was in the forefront of them all.”

“An Ursine? I have always thought they were extinct?” Celestia exclaimed in surprise. “The youngest remains found have been dated at nearly fifty thousand years.”

“That makes sense. The Ursine’s own oral history puts their presence in the valley at about that time. They are the elder representative of all the people there, and ultimately, despite their very small numbers, the ones in charge. If you wish to blame someone for my girl’s appearance and behavior, blame them.”

Celestia had to fight down a Twilight level temptation to pursue the question of the Ursine further. How had they survived? What were they like? But, at the moment the more important question was what had they done. “Go on,” She told Rasmus.

“The Ursine and the leaders approached us, with a troop of beings behind them that far outnumbered my ancestors, even taking into account the slaves, who of course could not be expected to fight for their oppressors.

“I’d have stuck a knife in your back first chance I got,” the Dis snarked. Jot bared her teeth in silent agreement.

“I’m sure that crossed the mind of the leader of my ancestors when he went forth to meet with the representatives of the other tribes. But he had little choice but to do so. Our magic was exhausted from coping with the harsh conditions of our journey and there was no hope they could fight back against the force facing them if those beings decided that was what was needed. What he heard was not welcome.”

The Ursine told him he and his were more than welcome to live in the valley, but there was a non-negotiable cost. All of their females were to be turned over to the other tribes. The young and the old would be returned, once they had been informed of the social order in the valley.

“In truth there were very few of either in the party. Those unicorns with children had not been inclined to take the perilous journey. The elderly even less so. And my ancestors had not wished to be burdened by unproductive slaves.

“The Ursine did not try to sugar coat why they wished the mares. He very explicitly said that every mare in the right age range would be expected to supply sexual services to all the other males in the valley. To cover the immigration fee. After ten years they would be returned and be free to marry and have procreative sex with the male of their choice. But, when their daughters grew old enough they also would be expected to pay the fee. In return an equal number of females from the other races would be given to the unicorns and would be expected to offer sexual services to the our stallions in turn.

Rasmus repeated his gesture of peace when Dis snarled, “I can guess what’s coming next.”

“I have no intention of pretending my ancestors were not what they were,” Rasmus said. “For instance, they instantly offered all the earth pony and pegasus fillies,to the Ursine, but refused to hand over their own mares.

“The Ursine agreed to take the fillies, and allow the earth pony and pegasus males to stay, but the unicorns would have to leave the valley if they were not willing to surrender their own mares. They had one day to decide, at which point they would be driven from the valley.”

“You can imagine my ancestor’s reactions. They had just had the roles they had lived by all their lives reversed. To give up their mares as if they were lowly earth ponies was unthinkable, but to go back out into the cold was certain death. What they might have decided was never discovered, because the wife of our leader stepped forward, along with some of her closest friends, and told her husband that they would surrender themselves as hostages, for the preservation of their race.

“For in the end that was what the entire perverted mess came down to it. The young females of each race represented hostages against the good behavior of their males. The Ursine are a lusty race, and saw no reason why the hostages should not pay for their upkeep by offering sexual service to their captors.”

“So it came to pass. My ancestors settled in the valley, and from that day to this day every pony mare between the age of eighteen and twenty eight must serve as a sexual hostage. Their only protection from severe abuse is the fact that their husbands, brothers, and fathers all have various members of their host’s family in a similar situation.”

“Barbaric. Has no one rebelled against the Ursine’s reign?” Celestia asked. “You said they were few in numbers.”

Rasmus grimaced, “Do not underestimate the Ursine. They are of the land, and the land is of them. They have much in common with earth ponies, but to a greater degree. At the foothills of the mountains there is the shattered remains of a large city, crushed under a landslide. They were the last to rebel, and a single Ursine totally destroyed them in less than an hour by calling the side of the mountain down on them.”

“You can understand why we wish to escape this situation. Every time we are forced to hand one of our mares over to our overlords, we die a little inside. Believe me, we are nothing like our ancestors. Humility is shoved into our face on a daily basis. Do you know that the senior male in a mare’s family must select the male she will belong to, who will use her for his sexual gratification, and loan her out to any male who expresses an interest in her. They say it’s to give him a chance to select a good owner for the female, but the truth is it’s to make us participate in her debauching.”

Rasmus’ face turned thoughtful, “Still, I have to admit, callous and cold as it is, there is no denying the situation does have a certain up side.”

“Yes, we can see your upside,” Celestia said coldly, looking at the small doe behind Rasmus.

“That was not what I meant,” Rasmus snapped back. It is easy to sneer at me, but let me ask you this, “When was the last recorded instance of a gryphon publicly eating a pony?”

“I fail to see---”

“Exactly. You fail to see. I had a chat with one of your historians while I waited for my appointment with you. Let me answer my own question. Two hundred and thirty nine years ago. The Rocky Crag Gryphon aerie.”

Celestia tried to interrupt but Rasmus stood up and raised his voice as he shouted over her. “The pony friendly aerie master was challenged and killed by a gryphon bigot who despised ponies. As soon as the new leader took the roost he and his fellows attacked your ambassador and her guards. They fought back bravely but were overcome. The male guards were butchered out of hand and the ambassador and the female guards were gang-raped. Once the gryphon’s had their fun, they served up the remains at the victory banquet. The first word you got of the massacre was when you receive the stuffed and mounted head of your ambassador.” Rasmus finally ran down, and he stood there gasping for breath, his color high with passion.

Celestia was a bit stunned by his outburst, but mostly her mind had been sucked back in time to one of her greatest failures. She should have seen it coming, but she hadn’t. The Diplomatic party was only the first casualty. By the time it was over over a thousand Gryphons and ponies were dead, and the aerie was a smouldering wreck that was abandoned to this day.

“Do you know when the last instance of a gryphon eating a pony, publicly, happened in the valley?” Rasmus asked when he regained his breath. Then he answered for her. “Not a single time since the Ursine instituted their policy fifteen thousand years ago. Not a single Deer, not a single Caribou, not a single Yak, Not a single Ursine. Not a single pony. I can not begin to count the number of females the gryphon’s have used for casual non-procreative sex, but they have not eaten a single one of them. The are only too well aware that their entire future next generation is in the hands and claws of the other tribes if they should step over that line.

“Maybe the Ursine, with their power could have found a better way. But they dislike putting any effort into anything other than their own interests. This solution is degrading and demeaning, and makes every male in the valley a rapist. But it does what the Ursine wanted it to do. After all this time it is imbedded in the culture and is self-sustaining. No matter how much we wish to change it, we can’t. The only way out of it is to escape the valley. That is why I am here now. To beg for your help. Will you give it?”

Rasmus leaned over and extended his hand toward Celestia, only to snatch it back when Jot brought her halberd around in a high overhead swing that would have taken his hand off at the wrist if he had not snatched it back. His pleasant demeanor vanished and he directed a hate filled look at the guard.

“You have given me lots to think about, Lord Rasmus,” Celestia said, ignoring both his effort to shake her hand, and her guard’s reaction to it. “I will do so. I will make room on my schedule and we can have another discussion next week.”

“Very well. My people have waited three thousand years. I can wait a week,” Rasmus said, his expression once more cheerful. He turned to leave and the small doe scrambled to his feet and followed after him.

“Lord Rasmus,” Celestia called out to him. When he looked back to her she said in a grim voice. “Leave your little visual aid behind next time, please.” Despite the polite words, the underlying tone of her voice left no question as to whether it was an order or not.

A few seconds after the door closed, the Jot asked, “Do you believe him, Princess?”

“Not for one minute. He spent way too much effort trying to shock us to not be trying to hide something.”

Celestia saw no reason to worry her guards, or to let the story get into the rumor mill, but she was seriously worried about the Ursine Lord Rasmus had mentioned. All archaeological evidence pointed at them being potent in the extreme. And of less than savory character if the remains in their garbage tips was anything to go by. They could be a genuine threat to Equestria if they decided to export their particular brand of peacemaking.

Rasmus heaved a sigh of relief at escaping from the abomination’s very lair. He had to admit that his king was more of a stallion than he was. The very thought of climbing between that nag’s legs was enough to shrivel him like a raisin.

Though... maybe once the king, his father, had removed her horn and neutered her, he might test the waters. But until then, orders or no orders, he was going to stay well clear. He’d made his attempt at physical contact, and been rebuffed. No one could say he hadn’t followed his orders. Not that his father had ever held out much hope that strategy would work. Merely that it was worth the attempt.

Other than that, everything had gone as well as could be expected. She wasn’t buying into his story fully, but the seeds were planted and that was all he was suppose to do at the moment.

A smile of anticipation crossed Rasmus’ face. With his duty taken care of it was time to ease the pressure in his balls. Which was the real reason he had brought along a personal slave. Shoving her in the face of the abomination and all her pathetic followers was merely icing on the cake.

Thinking of rubbing the existence of his slave in the face of Equestria’s representatives reminded him of an encounter he’d had earlier in the day with a mouthy earth pony. He’d been surprised to see such a lowly pony given free reign of the palace. Just another example of how far the country had fallen since his father’s day he supposed.

The Earth Pony in question had been a palomino with long blond hair who smelled of apples. She’d been scathing in her opinion of any male who could only get a filly into his bed if he owned her and the poor thing had no choice.

Oh, how he’d love to shut up that bitch with his cock. To see the expression in her eyes as he drove himself down her throat, blocking her airway. The panicked expression on her face when she realized she wasn’t going to breath again until he was good and ready to let her.

Merely thinking of it was enough to turn casual arousal into a burning need.

The guard who had been assigned to shadow him anytime he left his room was a bit of a pain, though. If he had not been here Rasmus could have bent his little cum-dump over the nearest chair instead of having to wait to get to his room to tap her tight little rump.

Rasmus looked back at the white-coated unicorn stallion in the golden armor who was walking along behind him, and caught the younger male checking out the slut’s ass. Unaware he was being observed, the guard reached down and adjusted himself.

Well, well. Looks like not all the stallions in this country are pathetic limp dicks. Rasmus’ lip curled up in a sneer. Of course, getting hard, and actually doing something about it were two different things. The males in this kingdom were so pathetically pussy-whipped it was a wonder they had not all died out centuries ago. He bet the mares rode them, instead of the other way around.

Rasmus wondered what the guard would do if he were to offer him a shot at the slave girl. The idea amused him. When they came to his room, he smiled and said, “Why don’t you come in and talk for a bit? Maybe share a drink? I’m still learning about your country and I could use a little advice from a male who knows what is what.”

“Well, I really shouldn’t…” the guard prevaricated, but then his eyes glanced down to where the small doe was waiting patiently.

The guard’s eyes roved over the slave girl’s nude form. Pausing on her pierced nipples. Naturally, that was what the ornaments were for. To draw the eye of stallions. It certainly was not for the girl’s benefit. More telling was the way the guard’s eyes paused on the girl’s slave collar. When they did the young stallion’s face gained color and his breathing most certainly changed. Very interesting. It looked like not all residents of this country were indifferent to the potential represented by slave girls.

The guard finally made up his mind and said, “Well, maybe for a little while. I am due to go off duty in a few minutes.”

Rasmus gave the guard a broad, male-to-male smile, and opened the door, waving the younger stallion into the room ahead of him.

The guard had barely stepped into the room when he froze in place and stammered out. “I’m sorry my lady. I didn’t know there was anyone here waiting to see the envoy.

Rasmus looked past the guard just in time to see a nude unicorn mare jumping up from where she had been kneeling on the floor. She snatched up some clothing from the bed and dashed out of the room her face flushed red with embarrassment.

The guard watched the unicorn’s bare ass, tail swishing above it, as she ran down the corridor and ducked into a side room, presumably to get dressed. “Nice,” the guard purred, before directing a look of utmost respect at Rasmus. “You sure do know how to draw the mares, sir.”

“It’s a gift,” Rasmus said, while trying to hide his own surprise at this turn of events. Maybe it wasn’t only some of the males who were dissatisfied with the current status quo. Maybe some of the females were prepared to take their proper place? Very, very interesting. He would have to see if he could locate that mare again, when he was alone, and see how talented she was.

“Sorry I cock-blocked you, sir,” the young guard apologized.

“Nonsense. That lady likely had no idea how to pleasure a male. I’m sure a male of your experience knows all about her sort. She thinks that she is giving a male a gift by merely allowing him access to her body, and has no skill to speak of. Now my little lady on the other hand only cares about my pleasure, and that of any other male who is in need of her services. Would you like a demonstration?”

Rasmus lay back on his bed, his hands cupped behind his head as he contemplated the ceiling. His flaccid juice-smeared cock laying across one of his muscular thighs. All in all it had been an interesting afternoon. Not only had he found a male in Equestria who was almost worthy of the name, the same male, Private Orange, had family in the fruit farming business and Rasmus had been able to unload the bag of seeds his father had given him to disperse upon arrival. That had saved him having to go down among the commoners to find someone willing to take the seeds. Which would have likely been confiscated by the ponies who followed her everywhere. If Private Orange handed those seeds off to his relatives to plant on a trial basis like he had said he would, things could get very interesting in a few years when they matured.

A soft gurgling sound drew Rasmus’ attention to the little slave doe who was folded over the back of an easy chair next to the bed, her toes dangling a few inches above the floor. Her distended sex leaking large quantities of spunk and with the dazed expression of the well and truly fucked on her cum smeared face. The guard may not have been all that skilled, but he’d been enthusiastic once he realized the girl was not going to protest his using her in any fashion he wished.

All in all an interesting experience. It would seem that the males in this kingdom were not so tamed after all. All they needed was some pony to show them the way, and they’d flock to the banner of a true male. Maybe seeing their former ruler pilloried in the public square and begging for cock would do it. They might hesitate for a while, but he bet once the action started the line would go around the block… a dozen times.

Maybe while he had his cock jammed down Celestia’s throat he’d tell her the truth of their arrival in Caridoon. How the stupid unicorn mares had refused to serve as sex toys to a bunch of animals. How his ancestors had experienced an epiphany and realized that all females were nothing but selfish self-serving parasites. It didn’t matter if they were gryphons, caribou, deer, yak, pegasus, earth pony, or unicorn. They were all just cunts, and their only real purpose in life was to supply warm sockets for males to use, and to pop out new mares and males to carry on the tradition.

He smiled as he imagined how he’d tell her how his ancestors had overpowered the far less numerous females and sliced off their horns, rendering them helpless to resist as they were handed over to their new masters.

He’d leave out the fact that his father, the king, had been one of those males. Even if she was helpless at the time there was no reason to give out unnecessary information that might come back to bite you on the ass. The information that his father was one of the original exiles from Equestria, and might even be a few years older than Celestia was their ultimate secret. No one else must ever know.

As he imagined the scene of him oraly assaulting, Celestia, Rasmus’ cock stiffened.

Getting out of his bed he walked over to where the slave girl was draped over the chair and took hold of one of her ears. Using it as a handle he pulled her head up till her glazed eyes could see his semi-hard erection. Without the need of a single word from him she opened her mouth and took him into her oral cavity. Despite Rasmus’ boasting to the young guard she was far from the most talented of cock suckers. Only to be expected after all, she was just some random public service slave he’d picked out of the crowd to take care of his needs during his trip. But, as they say any warm port in a storm was welcome.

As he began to face-fuck the cunt he let his mind wander to the golden palomino who had insulted him to his face. The Ursine had, very properly, designated the three pony races as separate species. Earth ponies were sub-ponies. Barely worthy of being considered intelligent. Certainly not to be considered the equal of unicorns. Every single one of the original earth pony mares that had come into the valley with the original herd had elected to stay with their other specie masters once their term of mandatory service was up.

Suspiciously, despite being available to the unicorns on occasion while serving as public service sluts not a single one of them had caught a foal. Very strange considering how vigorously his ancestors had used any they managed to get access to. The same thing happened with the few earth ponies that the pegasus popped out over the years. The result was that as far as he knew earth ponies were extinct in the valley. That made them somewhat of a desirable commodity to a population that treasured the unique and new.

His father was always going on about the good old days when after a hard day inspecting his family's holding, he’d pick out the best looking earth pony from among the slave herd, and take her right there and then in front of her family.

He was sure the old man would appreciate a chance to re-live his past, and maybe plant a foal in the filly’s belly. And he had been instructed to pick out a female close to the abomination. His father had likely expected him to come home with a unicorn, but as far as Rasmus could tell, none of them were all that close to the princess. Not like the earth pony was. He’d personally seen Celestia go out of her way to talk to the female. What was her name. Applejaks, Applejocks, something like that. In any case, for some inexplicable reason the princess was fond of her.

Rasmus nodded to himself as he reached his decision. He might have to fast talk his father a bit. But the chance to teach that arrogant pony her true place in the scheme of things was too tempting to resist. Best of all. With there being no earth ponies in Caridoon anymore, there was not a single representative of that race who would object to anything he did to her. It had been a very long time since he or his father had access to one of their own females. This would be almost as good.

Turned on by the thought of all the fun he’d be able to have showing this Applebuck her true place in the world he plunged himself in and out of his slave’s mouth with renewed vigor and hissed in pleasure as he ejaculated into her mouth, flooding her past her capacity to handle easily. His seed bubbled down her face and dripped off her chin as she frantically tried to swallow his entire load. She was safe, however. Rasmus was so pleased with his idea that even her clumsy efforts could not spoil the moment for him. She would not end up pressed against the wall as Rasmus took his belt to her for incompetence. This time.