CrimRose at The Clocktower
Chapter 1: The Clocktower Society
Crimson's day had been off to a really dull start. Usually he would wake up to his latest single, as the radio always played a "Blackheart" song at this time in the morning. The fact that it hadn't was not a very good sign. With a huff, he sat up from his bed and hopped out onto the floorboard. He opened the door to immediately see his personal assistant Clyde.
"Good morning Mr. Blackheart!" He beamed with his usual giddy smile. "I hope you slept well, today is a big day after all." Crimson simply looked at him as he rubbed his eyes with a sigh.
"What's today?" Crimson asked hesitantly as he trotted past him. However, Clyde didn't drop the smile for a second, as he shot another look of wonder towards his client.
"Today is your monthly meet and greet, this time in Ponyville!" His assistant beamed
Crimson huffed once again. Ponyville? Seriously? The thought of going to a country town on his already dull day didn't seem pleasing to him at all. "Why do we have to go there Clyde? Couldn't we go to Canterlot instead?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
"No sir-ee-bob! Today you're scheduled for Ponyville, and we agreed to this a week ago when we planned this month's meet and greet." Clyde explained as he passed the red pegasus. "You can't always get what you want in life Crim, but this is a good opportunity to meet some lovely mares... or stallions if you're into that sorta thing." He remarked just before turning to Crim, who scoffed in response to his Adviser.
"You must take me for some sort of conceded, low life, pompous, bastard!" He shouted as his face became even redder than usual out of anger. "I can't believe you would even say that! I have standards you know. I want a mare who loves me for me, and not just because i'm an amazing singer or I look nice. Hell, i could marry somepony who hated rock music and I wouldn't give a buck."
"But sir you're missing the point!" Clyde quickly chimed. "You seem like you're already married to your work, and I don't find that healthy. You need to find yourself a life partner, and if you won't... well then I will do it for you." He said with a sigh. "I'll be waiting in the car."
As Clyde trotted away, Crimson was left to reflect on his current life. He was a creative type, and typically preferred not to live in reality. Reality was boring to him... there was nothing here for him.
He had always lived life as an introvert, but he truly wished to be able to go anywhere and be himself. Music was the only thing that allowed him to do that. Along with that, it had always been hard for him to find a mare who truly loved him. Although many lovely young mares wanted him, none of them truly needed him. He'd just scare them off.
Crimson wanted to feel needed for once.
Roseluck loved the weekend. Indeed, the power of a Saturday afternoon never ceased to amaze her. It was like there was some mystical force that made weekends enjoyable for many ponies like her, or perhaps it was just her foalish optimism. Nevertheless, she planned to get off of her shift early today in order to see Crimson Blackheart, her favorite musical artist, for his annual meet and greet in Ponyville square. Unlike many others however, she only wished to get to talk to him, and would try her best to withhold her enthusiasm. With a smile she continued to water her rose garden, dreaming of how today would go, after all, Crimson wasn't the only thing she had plans for. Recently, Roseluck had heard about a secret society that hid out in the old abandoned Clocktower here in Ponyville. A group devoted to a D/s lifestyle that had always perked her curiosity.
She simply smiled at the thought and blushed slightly, hoping to meet a stallion that could have her and love her with everything he could. Roseluck desired a pony who could capture her heart in a bottle, and be trusted with it in kind. This "Clocktower Society" seemed like it would be a great place to start. However, she would have to proceed with caution, as she also heard stories of how the mares are treated like lesser animals and slaves... within boundaries of consent of course. She would have to start off easy, and work her way up.
Suddenly she heard the door creak open, causing her to squeak as she quickly turned to the intruder. However, when she noticed it was only Daisy, she sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me?!" She asked with slight frustration.
"OH I'm sorry Rosie, please don't be mad at me." She said as she shyly walked back before hitting her rump against the wall.
Rose huffed and gave Daisy a signal to come over. "What do you need Daisy?" She asked as she stretched a little.
Daisy smiled slightly as she came closer. "I was just here to tell you that Crimson just showed up in town squa-"
"OHMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH!!!!!!"
Suddenly, Rose rushed past Daisy in a cream colored blur, leaving Daisy to happily finish her work.
Crimson sat in a chair as ponies of all kind gathered around the stage. On the outside, he had a smile, and was ready for anypony to ask him anything. But on the inside, he still felt a little hurt and lonely from earlier. None of it mattered now though, for now he needed to just answer some questions. "Good afternoon fillies and gentlecolts, and thank you all for coming." He greeted. "First i'd like to say that it is an honor to have so many supportive fans, and that I am thankful for each and every one of you. Now, without further introduction, does anypony have anything to ask or say?"
Immediately various hooves shot up, which made Crimson feel a little nervous. Even though he wanted to please everypony, he knew the sad truth was that he couldn't answer everypony's questions. He noticed two of the hooves belonged to reporters, meaning they were important ponies to answer or else he would be bumrushed by them afterwards, that was until he noticed a small filly raising a hoof with a pouty expression like she was dying to speak, immediately calling on her. A mic was then passed over to the filly and she brought her muzzle close to ask, "W-what made you want to be a professional m-musician?" She asked shyly as she blushed. Crimson thought to himself the same thing before he leaned into the mic.
"Well, to put it simply, it's what my cutie mark was telling me. Although the truth was that I never would've done it without motivation from my pal Clyde here, who would never judge me on any decision I made, right Clyde?" Instantly, all eyes were on his PA, who gulped slightly, immediately catching the fact that Crim did it to spite him and he nodded. "See? What'd I tell ya? He's a true friend. Next question."
The next round of questions were basic stuff like: "how old are you", or "how and when did you get your cutie mark and how do we do that too?", or even rally weird stuff like "what's your sexuality??"
"Straight, but I have nothing against the LGBTs out there. Rainbow pride." He remarked with a smile as he waved a hoof. Soon the mic fell into Roseluck's hooves, and her question was surprisingly something that he needed to clarify. He hadn't expected it, but she had asked it.
"How wold you describe yourself, on the inside?"
Crimson felt his heart sink, immediately wanting to pour out his emotions onto the populace, but he hesitated. "...lonely I suppose." He said simply, enticing a couple gasps.
"MR. BLACKHEART TELL US MORE!" Erupted a reporter. "EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!"
"I'm just... lonely. I mean, always having to write music, meeting ponies who really only care about the performer, and not the pony behind the mask... it's just hard sometimes you know?" Roseluck felt like she wanted to cry a little, he hadn't realized he was such an emotionally hurt stallion until now. She nodded slightly before thanking him.
The conference ended shortly afterwards, as Crimson needed to take a walk, taking out his IPone and beginning to flip through vearious notes before he came across something about "The Clocktower Society', instantly sighing to himself. Crimson had been with Clocktower for quite some time, and he loved it. Although it was pitiful that this was the only thing that could cheer him up at this point... even a little sickening.
Nonetheless he found himself entering the complex, nodding toward the deskpony before trotting off into the courtyard. Upon entering, Crimson was immediately greeted with the sight of mares of all sizes with collars of may colors and styles. He smiled to himself as he saw a mare wearing an orange band and silver studs on her collar. This was a mare who clearly enjoyed a form a pseudo "rape" roleplay. A mare he could take his anger out on, and not end up hurting her in the end. With a newfound spark of anger, he grabbed the mare and pushed her against the wall. The mare in question looked at him in fear. "W-What are you doing?!" She asked in shock, surprised this was happening.
"Shut it bitch." He spat as he put a gag over the mare and dragged her into a nearby dungeon, tossing her in. He gave her a look of concern, asking for consent. Although her eyes begged for him to stop, she rang the bell on her tail once, showing she consented to whatever he was about to do.
Immediately he picked up a crop and smacked her on the flank with it hard, causing her to scream out, although her screams were muffled against the gag. He struck again, enjoying being able to release his anger on this mare, her screams making it even more pleasurable. He then grabbed the mare and pushed her against the wall, pushing deep into her forcefully and starting to move within her, causing her to moan slightly.
He then felt her tighten around him, the mare beginning to near her climax. However, Crimson had no intention on letting her go so easy, so as soon as she had neared her climax, he pulled out, causing her to whine in protest. Crimson struck her cheek and grabbed it. "You think i'm gonna let you off that easy?" He asked her, receiving a shake of the head. "You see this?" He asked, flashing his member in her face. She blushed and nodded, Crimson the taking her gag of and ordering her to give him a blowjob. She wrapped her muzzle around the fleshy extremity and licked it continuously, trying to get him off as best as she could. He smiled as he rubbed circles on her flank, enjoying every second of this.
Soon Crimson pushed into the back of her throat and came hard, causing her to gag and almost choke, but she swallowed nonetheless. He then tossed her to the floor and began to forcefully pleasure her once again. Soon she came just as hard as he had previously and shook slightly from the feeling. He then grabbed her and kissed her passionately on the muzzle before letting her sink to the floor and leaving her where she sat.
As soon as he left, he immediately took notice of the various mares staring at him, not expecting him to be so relentless. With a smile, he walked on, turning slightly and accidentally bumping into a mare, the two awkwardly shuffled to their hooves. The mare quickly apologized much like a slave would to their master. "I'm so sorry sir, it was my fault, I should've watched where I was g-" But as soon as the two took notice of who each other were, all talking stopped. The two stared into each other's eyes with a newfound interest. The mare was Roseluck, and she was a submissive.
