“Obey me!” The tall stallion shouted at the mare.

The mare in question was a newly captured slave, and still possessing a strong will. She was almost naked, although she might be better off naked. She wore nothing but a black collar and slave harness. The harness consisted of straps of leather over her naked body, but instead of covering anything, it served only to accent her features.

The poor mare's hand were bound, and the ropes were connected to chains hanging down from the ceiling. Due to the short length of the chains, she was forced to stand on her toes, straining and tiring her leg muscle out. But if she didn't stand tiptoe, all her weight would be on the ropes, making it burn painfully into her fresh. It was no accident that length was that way, the slaver had taken care to make it so.

“NEVER!” The mare in question shouted in defiance, before spitting at the slaver.

Enraged, the stallion raised his paddle high and brought it down in a swift arc. With a loud crack, the paddle connected with the mare's breast. The mare screamed from the pain, and the force of the paddle sent her off balance. The rope dug into her fresh as she struggle to find her footing again.

Moments after the mare regained her footing, the slaver raised the paddle again. “No...” A small whimper escaped the mare's lip. And much to the mare's surprise, the paddle stopped.

“I can be merciful.” The slaver whispered as he caress the mare's face with his free hand, “All you need is to cooperate, and the paddle will be gone.”

“Now, tell me, where's the rebel's base of operation?”

Upon hearing the question, the mare had already returned to her prior state of defiance, and answered with only profanity.

With a sigh, the stallion said, “I don't have time for this.”

It was true, the slaver had confident that he could break the mare in a few days, with some more paddles, a little show of 'kindness', and more drugs will wear her will down soon enough. But he didn't have that long, the information was crucial and time sensitive, he would have to resort to more drastic meaning.

Leaving the mare alone for now, the slaver walked to the end of the room, standing before the burning furnace. Picking up a branding iron, the slaver began his slow walk back. The mare could only stare at the red hot branding iron as he walked.

“You should talk now, it's your last chance.” The stallion threatened as he walk, “Or a horrible branding is going to be replacing your cutie mark.”

The mare's eye widened in fear at his words, making her whole body tremble. She didn't want to give up her mark, it's what a pony lives for, no one ever wants to lose their mark! But she mustn't yield, too many depended on her. If she betrayed them, they'd all suffer the same fate!

“NEVER!”
Clenching her eyes shut, she brace herself for the inevitable. However, the hissing pain never came. Instead, the sound of glass shattering reached her ears.

The stallion turned towards the source of the noise. In front of the freshly broken window stood a Pegasus mare. Her black wings are complete and full of feather, a rare sight in this age. She is dressed in a full black suit, leaving no skin exposed, but yet the skin tight suit leaves her luscious curves for all to see. On her face, a black hawk half mask hid her identity. A few pouch lies on her belt, holding weapons and other tools.

“Nighthawk!” The stallion exclaimed in surprise, before his face twist into one of greed, “How nice of you to join us.”

Almost instantly, the rebel was forgotten by the slaver, the infamous nighthawk would be worth far more than some rebels. Just the thought of the proud heroine succumbing to lust and begging for his seeds is enough to rouse his dick to attention.

Drawing a small pouch from his belt, the slaver tossed it at Nighthawk. However, Nighthawk remain unfazed by this trick. With a small sidestep, the pouch missed her complete, and landed into the furnace instead.

“That's all you got?” Nighthawk asked with a bored tone, “You might as well as just hang yourself, it'll save us both time. And probably bring less shame upon yourself.”

'How dare that mare insult me!' The slaver thought, yet still holding himself back despite the rage at the mare's insolence.

“My turn,” Said Nighthawk as she draw a throwing knife.

However, the slaver wasted no time dodging behind the captured rebel, using her as cover. This is risk move, as the infamous Nighthawk had been known to attack both slavers and their slave. Luckily for him, Nighthawk paused in her attack.

“Can't bear to see her get hurt?” The slaver asked with a smirk.

“Coward! Let her go!”

“I will,” The slaver teased, “If you agree to take her place. I promise you'll enjoy every moment of it.”

As if to demonstrate, the slaver groped the rebel mare's breast with one hand, while his other hand drifted downwards. “No-o” The rebel whimper at his skillful touch, yet he continue his teasing.

“D-Don't li-listen to him...” The rebel cried out in rasp breathes. However, her protest quickly stopped as she struggled to contain her moaning.

Nighthawk felt her body grow warm from the display. Her eyes are drawn to the large bulge in the stallion's pants, surely it would be a joy ride. Noticing her glance, the stallion stepped out of cover to let her see better.

“Like what you see? You can touch it if you want.”

It's true that Nighthawk wanted that, but she wasn't always so … needy. Suddenly, she realized! She must be affect by aphrodisiac!

“So you figured it out. Not all drug needs to be eaten, some can be burnt and inhaled,” The slaver explained, “But it's too late for you now, you should feel weak and horny by now. A dose of it can reduce a stubborn mare into submissive cum dump. You should feel honored, that little pouch cost more than a dozen slaves.”

With trembling body, Nighthawk moved towards the slaver. Being sure of his victory, the stallion stripped and ready himself.

“Now, on your knees, and su-” The stallion's words were interrupted by a swift kick to the groin, causing him to drop on the floor and roll in pain.

“You know, drugs don't turn people into mindless slaves. You shouldn't take me so lightly.”

Of course, the drug had taken its toll on Nighthawk. Her body felt hot, her breath ragged, and her holes yearned to be filled. 'What I wouldn't do for a group of strong stallions to take me...'

Still, she got things to do. Banishing those thoughts away, Nighthawk went on to free the still bound mare.

The moment the rebel was freed, she lunged forward, grabbing Nighthawk and pulling her into a kiss. Taken by surprise, Nighthawk didn't resist, allowing her tongue to slip in.

“Mmph!” Nighthawk tried shouting, but found it hard with the mare's lip pressed hungrily against hers. Instead of withdrawing, the mare pushed against her, and began rubbing their bodies together.

'Maybe just a quickie... It wouldn't hurt...right? Of course it would! Guards would arrive to find two horny sluts fucking each other... And I would be caught... tortured, taken by a dozens of stallions... one by one, or all together.... Their throbbing cock....'

'NO!' Snapping herself out of her daydream, Nighthawk pushed the mare back, before shaking her toughly.

“Snap out of it!” Nighthawk glanced over the mare's pink hazed eye. With no hope of easily bring her out of it, Nighthawk knocked her out. 'Guess I'll just carry her.'

Quickly Nighthawk made her way out of the room and down the corridor. Progress was slow, as she had to be carefully, the mansion still had guards. Although the guards are probably slacking off or engaging in pleasure activities, but it never hurts to be carefully.

Perhaps by luck, Nighthawk had managed to avoid detection on her way out. She soon made in away, running into dark alleys towards a rebel hideout. However, as she turned down another alley, she spotted a dark figure in it.

The dark figure turned around to face Nighthawk. In the dim moonlight, his face is obscured by shadow, revealing only a horn, but the police uniform he worn reveals his identity. 'Oh crap.'

“Hello, Nighthawk, I'm Iron Heart, the vice-deputy of Manehatten Police Force. We've been looking for you.” The figure said as he draw his police baton, “And you're under arrest.”

“Government hounds huh? I'm not afraid of the caribou's little pet.” Nighthawk had faced off far worse before, a single police would be nothing for her normally. But her current state may make things difficult.

Putting the unconscious mare down, Nighthawk drew a pair of daggers from her belt before charging the police.

Nighthawk was fast, making quick slash at him. But Iron Heart were skilled and defended steadily. He managed to block or deflect every strike, even if it meant giving up on any offense. But he knew Nighthawk would wear herself out soon or later.

Knowing her attack was futile, Nighthawk jumped back to put some distance between them. And before Iron Heart could react, she flapped her wings, taking to the air. Drawing her crossbow, she began loading and aiming.

Iron Heart quickly moved for cover and put forth a barrier. Nighthawk unleash the first bolt towards him. The bolt sailed effortlessly through the air, striking the barrier. A small ripple was seen on the barrier as it held on.

Iron Heart let out a sign of relief as the barrier blocked Nighthawk's attack. Than the second bolt came, quickly followed by a third and a fourth. The ripple grew stronger and the barrier almost blinked out of existence.

The fifth shot took the barrier out. Nighthawk smirked as she aimed once more. However, she never had the chance to fire as a magical bolt struck her in the back. The stun spell had sent spasm over her body, making her fell out of the sky.

Nighthawk landed with a painful grunt. Every part of her hurt from the fell and stun spell, making it difficult to stand. However, before she had a chance to recover, Iron Heart rushed her, pinning her to the wall.

“Not so mighty now, bitch! You are stupid to think I work alone huh?” Iron Heart said as he held Nighthawk's neck with one arm. Nighthawk could only struggle in vain from the pain and lack of air. Iron Heart grabbed a dagger from her belt, and brought it up to her neck.

“You were so close...” Iron Heart whisper into her ear as he dragged the dagger over her skin, drawing blood. Nighthawk's heart were beating furiously, yet she couldn't push his hand off her windpipe.

“STOP!” A male voice called as Iron Heart were roughly pulled back, releasing Nighthawk. With the choke hold gone, Nighthawk managed to draw a deep breath.

“What are you doing! Are you defending that bitch!” Iron Heart accursed as he took a fighting stance.

“Stand down, vice-deputy. I simply don't want you damaging the good. We needed to hand her over, if she's damaged we'll be in trouble.”

Nighthawk had noticed the other stallion with them, unfortunately he was too wearing the police uniform. He was a unicorn, likely the one who fired that stun spell. Before Nighthawk could recover, the unicorn had approach her and applied a band aid to the cut.

The unicorn's horn lighted up as Nighthawk sudden felt very tired, quickly making her drift into unconsciousness.

'Damn unicorns...'

Author's Note

Tell me what you felt should happen next!

Although I already finished writing the next 2 chapter. And the ending's almost done, I'll have it up by night.