Chapters

Chapter 1: The Long Walk
Chapter 2: There...
Chapter 3: Broken
Epilogue: One Month Later

Chapter 1: The Long Walk
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The Makings of a Songbird

Chapter 1: The Long Walk

The morning was like any other for Cherry Stellar, once again finding herself in a discussion with her former lieutenant. During their morning martial arts class they had talked about their weekend and how they had enjoyed the rest they managed to get, as well as discussing their plans for the coming week. It hadn’t taken long though for her best friend to return to a point that he brought up at least once a week, at most once every morning: a subject that annoyed her in a sense but it also made her happy to know that she was still wanted, quite desperately it seemed.

“I don’t get it, Cherry. You can continue modelling even if you join up again.”

Cherry rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time, giving a mighty flap with her wings to send herself into a spinning kick aimed at the white-coated buck’s muzzle. Her sparring partner talked too much. He was a talkative, arrogant colt with a short-cropped electric blue mane and toxic green eyes that — in the right light — seemed to glow. “I told you,” Cherry growled in retaliation, landing on top of his muzzle, balancing skillfully on a single hind hoof. “I’m not.” She leapt back in a somersault and kicked him firmly on the nose, restraining herself so she didn’t break his snout. “Interested!” she yelled, landing on her hind hoof once more, retaining her ready stance with a cocky smirk. “You’ve known that for a year now. Gale, I’m happy where I am in life.”

“But we miss you,” he started in that low baritone voice of his, a voice that always sent unwanted shivers down her spine. “At least consider helping with training the new recruits?” He lowered his guard, though before the small pegasus could even strike there was the sudden and quite ominous swoosh of teleportation magic. She whirled around just in time to watch one of his hind hooves kicking at her chest. Her eyes widened in shock as he knocked the wind out of her and she was sent across the room like a tiny lilac flower dancing in the breeze, barely regaining control before landing on all fours a good few feet away from the tall stallion. She simply glared at him with gritted teeth. “I mean… there aren't many ponies whose special talent is marksmanship,” he offered with a casual smile.

She glanced back to her cutie mark, the golden shield with wings on either side and a marksman’s crosshairs in the centre.

He talked too much, of that she had no doubt, but he was at least good in a fight. Collecting her thoughts and suppressing the annoyance his insistence caused her, she barrelled towards him with a fitting battle cry that’d make any mare or stallion in the guard proud, especially coming from a mare that looked like she was no older than fifteen. Cherry had long since learnt to cope with her growth defect, in particular when it came to much larger ponies like Lieutenant Winter Gale. Compared to her, the unicorn was slow and as she launched herself into the air. She brought down the full fury of the Fallen Caesar style martial arts on his biggest weak point: his horn. She only really got one good hoof kick in, but it was all she needed as he leapt away from her in alarm. “Less talk. More sparring, Gale!”

He rolled his eyes a little at the tiny mare. “Admit it: you love our talks,” he stated flatly, throwing her a swift forwards jab with his right forehoof, only to growl in annoyance. The slippery mare easily glided aside with a flap of her wings; moving with the air displacement was like catching a fish with your hooves. He grunted louder as one of her hind hooves clocked him under the jaw. She didn’t waste the opportunity she had created for herself, starting a flurry of bucks and punches at his chest and underbelly. To the untrained eye it might look like a filly hitting at a large muscular buck aimlessly and causing no damage, but anyone who knew the style could see she was hitting quite a few painful pressure points. With another fierce war cry, she followed the barrage up with a buck to his belly, winding him quite effectively. He fell to his side with a loud thump that echoed through the room, followed by the gentler sound of gasping for air. Cherry finished off the entire manoeuvre with a sharp buck to Gale’s windpipe which never actually connected as she stopped bare millimetres away from it.

“I love our talks, Snowy. But I’m not coming back to the guard,” she commented with a cocky little smirk. “Also I believe that this means lunch is on you?” she reminded him casually, walking away from the stallion to her bottle of water. She cast a look over her withers at him, throwing him that ice queen look that she was so well known for back in the guard. “Also… you’re getting old, Lieutenant. I’m afraid if I come back they’d retire you and give me your position.” She chuckled softly, standing balanced on her hind legs while chugging down a good half of the bottle of water.

He hit her with his worst death glare. “I hate you at times… you know that? One of these days I am getting my revenge.” Gale groaned under his breath as he stood up slowly, the pain in his chest making itself quite apparent. “You could have contained yourself; that actually hurt… a little.”

“What? You’re the manly buck here! I’m just a tiny filly!” she countered with a small smirk, watching the blush slowly creep onto his pale cheeks. Cherry was far from able to keep a serious look on her face. It was a lovely sight seeing the hard-ass sergeant turned lieutenant, that had been her mentor of sorts in the guard, blush like he was a colt back in school seeing his first crush. “So… shower then lunch? I’m starving after that round of dance practice,” Cherry said, throwing the bottle towards her friend with a little grin. “Unless you’d rather trot off to sulk?”

He caught the bottle in his magic with a small sigh. “Lunch sounds good. And I am not you, who sulks after a loss… you’re the one who was sour all day after I kicked your flank last Friday,” Gale quipped trotting to the locker rooms with his signature grin. It was Cherry’s turn to blush as he reminded her of the last time she had taken a loss at his hooves.

“Oh shut up.” She rebuked, following him out, smiling from ear to ear.

Afternoons were a bit of a wild-card for Cherry. She was going to either be bored senseless with nothing to really do or she would be drowned in her modelling work, going from one shoot to the next in a flurry of action. If you’d asked her if she enjoyed her work in those busy moments, she would say she hated them and everypony that was rushing her all the time. That is, until she was actually in front of the camera: that was the moment she loved with a passion. That part she craved, one might even say she relished in it, showing off her outfits in new provocative poses for everypony to see. It was one of the few things that drove her wild with excitement… well, that and her time at the rather exclusive secret society she and many like her adored.

This afternoon, after having her lunch with Winter Gale and having him cry ‘highway robbery’ at how much she cost taking out to lunch, was one of the latter kinds. She has been herded from one photo shoot to the next, most of them way too tame for her tastes. Those bored her to no end, the worst being the shoot for the centrefold of Cloudsdale’s wingboner magazine where she had been refused clothing in anything that could be considered deviant. After that followed a shoot for carriage advertisement… sometimes she could swear her agent was just taking the piss with her and seeing how far he could go before she got aggressively agitated with him… but he also knew how to get her high-paying gigs. The set she was looking at now though was quite appealing: mouth watering even, when compared to the blandness she had been suffering through before now.

The room had been enchanted to show the appearance of a dungeon from the Equestria of old. Middle of the night, dark grey, almost black stones and a brazier with a hot poker inside giving off a dim husky light. Various other ancient instruments of torture were set out the background, adding the final touches to the intimidating chamber… a pillory stood in the middle of it all. Cherry was almost sure this was setup to imply something more, something she would eagerly agree to do… were it not for the fact that she was here in a professional capacity and not for personal entertainment. Although it certainly gave her ideas for what she was going to be looking for tonight at her three day getaway. She couldn’t help but smirk a little as she approached the pillory, lightly stroking a hoof along the polished oak surface.

She didn’t actually know which magazine the shoot was for; she had been told beforehand but she had forgotten it in the hurry of needing to get into her outfit, not to mention they weren't well-known to her in the first place, if at all. She assumed they were a new start-up fetish magazine. The outfit she was wearing made her feel particularly sexy. Each curvy leg was smothered by abyssal-purple, latex hoof socks and her groin a matching pair of panties that outlined her marehood perfectly, in addition to four black shoes to keep her socks from getting damaged while walking. They weren't actually metal, unlike those of the the princesses who donned similar ones as a part of their regalia, except hers were a polished enchanted obsidian, they were like glass without being nearly as fragile. To top it all off, a blue unicorn mare had cast a pretty intricate illusion on her: nothing drastic had been changed though she had been shocked to see her own reflection only to find a spiralled horn on her forehead. It was in that moment that the title of the shoot suddenly made sense; ‘The Fall of a Princess’. The concept still brought a small blush to her cheeks, especially when she saw the blue coated and black maned unicorn buck that was her co-star for the shoot.

She motioned to one of the staff. “I’m ready,” Cherry announced, taking a deep breath and stepping up to the pillory. She eagerly rested her hooves in the half circles and her neck in the centre one, tail already flagging to the waiting stallion. To her shame, her self-control couldn’t hold out to the fantasy of what he might do to her… even though this was a photo shoot and not a full porno, she could already feel her wanton marehood winking and rapidly moistening. Biting her bottom lip she cleared her mind of all distractions — a hard task, considering the unicorn buck was brandishing a flogger, though the amateurish way he was practising his swings killed her mood quite effectively. Great, they got a complete amateur. Not that he would actually be allowed to hit me, still it would have been more fun if they’d at least sprung for a professional, she thought to herself with an internal sigh. If there was a bigger turnoff than that, she was yet to find it. This was going to be a long, uninteresting afternoon.

It was late evening by the time she was done. The shoot had turned out as disappointing as she had expected the moment she saw her co-star for what he was. A pretty face and nothing more than that. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, she scolded herself bitterly. The flight home was quite the uncomfortable affair, having let control go meant there was this annoying heat in her loins as she flew through the chilly night sky, her outfit stored in one saddle bag, while her trashy take-out dinner was stored in the other.

She was happy that it was over at least. And still she couldn’t get over the setup of the last shoot. She had acted out her best impression of a mare in submission, which was surprisingly hard when your co-star wasn’t actually allowed to touch you. But somehow she had managed.

Banking to the right, she sent herself on a course for the window to her apartment. She was too tired to even bother entering the complex through the front door. Not to mention she actually had to hurry for a little if she was going to be at her and her compatriots’ little club on time. It was the only reason she would bother with take-out that was as unhealthy as this, definitely not because she had a bit of a taste for junk food.

She smiled a little, making a graceful landing on her sofa. Her belly resting on a pillow, she slipped her saddlebags off, pulling out the paper bag with her hay fries and burger that went with them. “Come to Cherry, little one…” she cooed softly with a silly giggle.

Having wolfed down her guilty pleasure of hay fries and burger, she grabbed a quick but well-needed shower to make herself more presentable, then she had slung her overnight saddle bags over her back. She had nothing to do in the following two days, having purposefully kept those days free knowing that she might not be in a state to show up for any kind of photoshoots the days after going to her little meet up.

As such she found herself in the meeting spot for like-minded ponies in her neighborhood that were heading there too. She could easily recognise a good few of the ponies gathered there. Most of them she knew only from hearsay, like the Captain of the Wonderbolts who was currently snuggled up between two stallions, one a fellow Wonderbolt celebrity Soarin’ and the other a caramel coated earth pony she hadn’t seen before. A noticeable sight was the tall snow-white-coated mare with a fleur-de-lys cutie mark and a lovely pink mane, who was obsessively leading three adorable smaller mares along on a leash already.

While elsewhere there were ponies she had never actually seen before, a few of them looked nervous as if it was likely their first time, joining them to the society most of them were snuggled against ponies who she assumed were either their lovers or the ones that had been tasked with bringing them in. She remembered her first time quite fondly, she had been approached by a sweet mare with a cream coat and a caramel and cotton candy mane. She had never met Autumn Delight personally before that, however she had seen her and knew about her reputation as one of the arch-magi. Noticing the mare not being there was a slight let down; they had become good friends and she had been a wonderful mentor and Master. Others were covered in hooded travel cloaks not wanting to be recognised. A sentiment that she herself used to share, that was until she’d given up on trying as ponies always seemed to recognise her almost unique short stature anyway.

Movement to her left caught her eye: a rather tall mare with a grey coat and a golden yellow mane highlighted with strokes of platinum blond. Cherry slowly scooted away from her, thanking Celestia that the mare was too busy making out with the stallion who had his wing draped around her barrel. Sweet Celestia, what is mother doing here!? she mentally shouted, cursing the universe for her having to see her adoptive mother here of all places. Cherry didn’t need to know her mother was a member of their kinky club. Taking up a place behind a cloaked figure she let out a tiny sigh. The portal couldn’t open fast enough for her.

The wait for that event wasn’t a long one, luckily. The thought of being approached by Starsong about being a member too would be awkward. Even though she was her adoptive mother, she was still her mother! And it wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have, ever.

The tell-tale single strike of the large grandfather clock announced it was the seventh hour and the rush of magic accompanied by the swoosh of the portal materialising was enough for her to sigh in relief, making herself scarce in the crowd before Starsong had a chance to even notice her.

She felt a shiver running down her spine as she stepped through the watery texture of the portal. It was always a strange sensation being transported from Canterlot to the old clock tower nestled in the ridges of Ghastly Gorge. The place held a foreboding atmosphere. Cherry clearly remembered the first time she stood before the ancient building, watching in awe as it reached up towards the heavens, its form illuminated by braziers, the luminescence of its clockface rivaling that of the moon. It had made her weak in the knees. Even now, five years later, it inspired the same awe in her, but she wasn’t weak in the knees anymore. She was proud of it; it felt like coming home. It was so much more a home to her than the Canterlot apartment she lived in. Here she didn’t have to hide who she was; she could be herself; she could be proud of herself without the fear of being judged by other ponies. Here she was normal.

With a little sigh, she reached into one of her saddle bags with a wing, pulling out the golden membership badge: a simple plain gold coin with a stylised emboss of a clock tower, the words ‘Clocktower Society’ curved above and below the emblem. Getting in line with the rest of the ponies in the spacious stone plaza was a situation packed with organised chaos. Ponies knew where they needed to be. Even though the newbloods looked a little nervous, they soon fell in step with the rest, eagerly following on to their new lives as she once did.

“Home, sweet home,” Cherry whispered to herself with a small, tender smile.

It had taken twenty agonising minutes for Cherry to get inside. Her arrival in the Submissive Locker rooms almost had her interrupt an ongoing, and pretty hushed, conversation, were it not that the mares were too engrossed in their own little chatter to even notice that somepony had entered.

“I’m not joking. They came for Sweetie Belle last week,” one of the mares said in a hushed tone, looking a little spooked even. It was the way she said ‘they’ that caught Cherry’s interest. “She was simply given a bridle and a gag, she tested her safety bell and then they took her away.”

“They must have taken her there, to that place,” one of the others whispered, almost conspiratorially.

“'And she was never seen again!” the first mare chimed in with a firm nod. “Gone, just like the others!”

“What are you two on about? I saw her at the market yesterday,” the third one said, with a roll of her eyes.

“That wasn’t her!” the first mare countered sharply. “That was an empty shell, no pony comes back from there without being changed!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about — we had tea and a lovely talk!”

“Hush up, stop ruining it!” the second mare protested, and with the last of their preparation done, they took their leave. Cherry pondered the conversation with a small smile. There was always at least one mare a month that would be taken from the slave pens; she had witnessed quite a few. She shuddered a little at the thought. Even she didn’t really know where they were taken. She knew that they came back changed ponies. She had known some of the mares, they had gone down as red or white collars and some of them had returned with black, or even the deep purple ‘eternity’ collars.

She had finally arrived at the slave pens after putting on her red collar with its silver studs and its orange and purple bands along with the matching hoof cuffs. She was left comfortable in her cage doing one of the things she loved most: being eye candy for two handsome pegasus bucks, who seemed to be watching her in rapt fascination. One of the masked stallions, a younger light grey coated pegasus with a darker grey mane appeared somewhat nervous to her, while the bigger stallion with his ashen grey coat and a dual-toned white and blue-ish grey mowhawk of all things. The latter of the two had an amused cocky, confident smirk on his muzzle.

Cherry didn’t pay mind to the younger stallion’s nervous state; she estimated him to be around eighteen or nineteen and assumed it was probably his first or second time. She instead focused on the little show she was providing them with, her flank pressed against the bars and her cheek nuzzled into the the cold metal floor, the cool metal bar grinding between her damp labia. As she rocked her hips up and down against the steel, her arousal dripped down the bars making a small puddle at its base. She was letting out the most adorable mewls of desperate need. Her cherry red and cream coloured tail held up high, forcing her to constantly present herself by a dock ring that leashed to her collar, allowing her just enough movement to ring the crystal safety bell that was braided in her tail. Even as she swished her tail though the enchanted bell made no sounds; it would only make a sound if she willed it to.

Biting her bottom lip, she cast a steady look at both stallions over her withers, giving each of them those needy bedroom eyes, the eyes of a mare eager — or rather desperate — to serve their pleasure. “Masters, p-please tell me how I might please you,” she purred in that husky temptress voice, a honey sweet and pleading voice that would give a succubus a run for her money. The result led to Cherry having to suppress a tiny giggle as the smaller stallion stumbled back ever so slightly, being snapped back to reality as she spoke up.

Thunderlane — at least Cherry assumed that was him behind the mask — didn’t stifle the chuckle that escaped him at the expense of of the smaller stallion, even letting it grow into full blown laugh for a short moment. “Dude, you should have seen your face when it talked!” he announced with a small grin, drawing some curious glances from nearby ponies. She couldn’t stop herself from giggling just a little at the stallion’s antics. Her reward for daring to giggle at the two was a quite firm and sudden slap to her flank, coaxing a sweet moan of delight from Cherry in response.

“See? It makes sounds. Now you try, little bro’,” the stallion said, talking about Cherry as if she were an animal unable to understand them. It brought a small blush to her cheeks. She let out a cute little squeak as the smaller of the two — who she assumed was Thunderlane's little brother, Rumble — followed the older stallion’s example curiously striking her on the flank with a resounding and quite satisfying smack. Not at all bad for a newbie.

“P-please, Master, may I have another?” Cherry moaned pleadingly in response, panting ever so slightly in need. Pressing herself more firmly against the bars of her cage, her shapely flank swaying a little as she started grinding her clit against the unrelenting steel of the cage. “P-pretty please, may I have another!?” she whined, in a low, needy voice. She didn’t need to repeat her plea for a third time, both stallions each gave her a firm smack on the ass making her hindquarters jiggle a bit under the force of their combined assault. Thrusting back, Cherry let out a loud squeal of pleasure from both their hooves, and accidentally, slightly painfully, bumping her little love button on the steel bar. “T-thank you, Masters,” she mumbled, in a low subservient tone. “P-please use me as your little slut tonight…”

The lack of an answer made her feel somewhat disappointed. Actually she felt a tiny ember of resentment forming inside her chest at not being answered. An ember that she quite quickly stomped out. She, a slave, had no right to make demands of a Master, though the thoughts of what they might do to her as punishment made it quite tempting to act out like a complete brat.

It was then that something odd finally registered in her mind. There had been a sudden stark shift in the atmosphere of the room, one that made her acutely aware of the fact she was being stared at. It had suddenly gotten ominously silent, a rare thing for such a busy room. The pens were always a cacophony of sound. It was nearly never silent and if it was then… a shiver ran down her spine as the realisation hit her quite suddenly. A quick glance to the cage right next to her showed the cream coated mare slowly slinking back into the corner of her cage, staring near fearfully at something directly behind her.

A part of her wanted to follow the mare’s gaze, another part of her was pleading with her not to do it. It was quite the internal struggle but eventually curiosity won out over her fears. ‘They’ wouldn’t be there for her; they were likely there for the mare in the cage across from hers, she reasoned. Casting a glance over her shoulder made her want to scream in abject terror, but the scream died in her throat. She didn’t see their backs as she as hoping to. No. They, were staring right at her, silent and impassive as if wordlessly judging her.

They wore matching armour, it was the only thing that could Identify them. The armour was much like Lunar Guard armour in some respects, though the royal purple was replaced with a deep bloody scarlet, devoid of any markings. The creepiest part, to her and many others she had spoken to, was the lack of any eye slits. The wide unequine helmets only had a smooth reflective surface of tinted glass running its sharply curved width. It made it impossible to tell if they even had emotions… or if they were even really ponies at all. For all she knew, they were wraiths puppeteering the armour. That thought sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

It was only when the whispers started that Cherry finally realised they were waiting on her. Her eyes fell onto the bit-gag and the bridle lying on the cage floor. She hesitated for the longest of moments, petrified by the realisation that they were here for her, and then simply resigned herself to her fate. She gave her tail a wave, filling the room with a single bell chime, the sound deafening in the silence. To her, it was like the tolling of a funeral bell. They’d come for her. And she had to obey or suffer the consequences; consequences she realised no pony had any knowledge of. With a low whimper, she took up the offered items.

She gagged herself, which was the easy part as she could use her wings to secure it. The bridle took her a little more effort and a bit of mental cursing at herself. It would have been easy were it not for the sense of impending doom that was flooding her system, agitating her movements. The moment that the last buckle clicked into place, for a fraction of a second she pondered running. As one of The Quiet opened her cage and she stepped out meekly, the urge to run was quite efficiently dealt with as one of them grabbed her by the mane, the second bringing over an all-too-familiar looking yoke. It was a dark, almost black metal, the yoke’s surface depicting mares in various poses of submission. It, and its male counterpart, were items everypony master and slave alike would recognise and it left no doubt as to its wearer’s fate. With her hopes of flight shattered she kept her head held high but her eyes downcast. The yoke was quickly and quietly bound to the armour of both guards, leaving her rendered entirely helpless.

“She's going to be broken,” was a whispered phrase she heard most frequently from the onlooking slaves and masters.

“She's being taken 'there'” The whispers continued to send chills down her spine. There was almost a symphony of quiet murmurs and low careful whispers, as if they were all afraid to be taken themselves if they even dared raise their voices and anger at Cherry’s new wardens.

“There's no coming back when they take you 'there',” another whisper added to the former. She was being led out of the slave pens, every step making her heart sink further.

“Even if you do, you come back… different.,” another added to the hushed conversation.

“You come back broken,” another agreed, with fear evident in her voice. It was also the last whisper she caught as she was ushered out of the slave pens, and into the open on the most direct course to the deep dungeons.

The first thing that Cherry noticed was that everypony stopped to stare at her as she was paraded along the busiest part of the upper dungeon levels. A sharp gasp caught her attention, a glance at her forwards left showed the pony who she least wanted to see here on her path to the deep dungeons:er adoptive mother. Cherry could see the worry in her eyes. Her muzzle moved but words seemed to fail her.

Cherry managed a weak smile and a tiny, perhaps embarrassed, nod towards her. She was going to get an earful of motherly concern after this — that is, if she saw her again. The thought hit her like a freight train, although it was also pushed aside by the more rational part of her mind… the society wouldn’t let her come to harm, right?

It was a long descent down the spiraling staircase. Compared to the upper dungeon levels, the lower ones and the staircase down here were narrow and oppressive. It had a more dark and sinister feeling to it. It looked like the old Canterlot dungeons she had seen during the historical tour of the castle. Although there were no cobwebs or signs of corrosion down here, it was actually pretty well maintained in spite of its clear age and isolated nature.

Every progressing step filled her with a sense of dread. Cherry was being led to a place that was unknown to her. To a pony who had summoned her specifically for reasons she could only guess at. Here and there from the corner of her eyes she would catch a glimpse of ponies still; even a few safeword rooms, at least she assumed and hoped they were that.

The ponies walking beside her didn’t make things any less unnerving as they marched her along the long narrow hallway, their hooves making ne’er a sound giving the impression she was being escorted to the afterlife by a pair of ghosts. Off in the distance, she could already see the end of the line: the expansive underground hot spring reservoir.

The closer they drew to it, the faster her heart was pounding in her chest. There wasn’t any turning back. The water was too hot to swim even if she could get loose. The sheer hopelessness of her situation, and the sensation of helplessness, made her feel smaller and meeker then her lack of size ever could.

As they reached the water and she looked down, she came face to face with a grim-reaper-esque pony, standing as impassive as the guards on either side of her. It only added to her trepidation, but she was forced to walk down the stairs, not even daring to look the ghostly gondolier in the face.

She hadn’t set hoof on the prison boat for but a moment before its ghostly captain cast off without a word. Even his oar made no sound as it swayed back and forth, gliding them through the water. The silence was deafening and it was driving her mental. Yet every time she tried to speak, the words died on her tongue, like some unseen magical force was shushing her.

Ahead of her lay her fate, a part of the dungeons that was set apart from the rest of the lower levels. It was a small isle in the centre of the reservoir, encircled with worn stone walls and gated off. The top of the massive gate reached to the roof. Likewise below her she was quite sure that in the darkness of the water they reached to the very bottom of the lake. Another crushing blow to any pony even contemplating escape from the fate they were summoned to. At their approach, the massive wrought iron structures shuddered to life and opened enough to let the small vessel pass through.

The inside was cavernous. There was no other word for the large inner sanctum. It was circular in design, all surrounding a single well. For the most part it was the same dungeon design, lit by simple enchanted torches. She was simply dragged off the boat by the guards, having had in her moment of examination, forgotten the need to walk. Apparently she need not have in the first place… another stark reminder she was going whether she wanted to or not.

Her two silent jailors didn’t bother waiting for her as she cast a glance back, seeing the final crushing blow for any pony that has been hoping to make some kind of grand escape: the boat, and its ghostly occupant slowly sank, taking with them any last hope of return to normality.

Cherry was a bundle of nerves as they approached the well, and the ornate looking hook, it matching the yoke that she was wearing, its engravings and dark metal colouration. On the edge she could see various restraint items. The Quiet stopped a few hoof steps away and unceremoniously released her from the yoke.

The two stallions wasted no time pinning her wings to her side with a simple belt, that wrapped around her barrel. Each of them grabbed one of her hind hooves and pulled them apart, attaching to each a hoof cuff of a spreader bar. Lastly one of the guards cuffed her forehooves behind her back, leaving the small pegasus entirely helpless. It took a moment for her to notice the padlock on her collar being fiddled with, and then falling to the ground just in front of her.

One of the stallions attached the hook to the spreader bar while the other operated the winch to give it some slack before reversing the motion and dragging her upwards into the air where she dangled for a moment. And like that she was lowered head first into the well. To her, the well might as well been the maw of a dragon. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her instincts were screaming at her to flee. With a few staggering attempts at deep breaths, Cherry closed her eyes, and embraced it; whatever was waiting for her down there couldn’t be that bad, right?

Chapter 2: There...
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The Makings of a Songbird

Chapter 2: There...

"Pleasure does not exist without pain."
"Pain and pleasure are the same emotion..."
- Cherry Stellar

Hanging upside down sucked — Cherry decided that then and there, especially after ten minutes of it. It sucked hard. It certainly didn’t help that she was feeling progressively more nervous as the dimly lit room far below crept ever closer at the same agonisingly slow pace. She could partially make out the large stone tiles of a floor and by straining her ears she could just about make out… music?

The warm, rich, atmospheric tune of a lute filled the slightly chill air of the shaft and room below. It was distant and soft, as if being partially blocked by a silencing enchantment. Her mind instantly raced; she knew only a hoof full of ponies that played it. Was this somepony she knew? Was this just a coincidence? She only caught a glimpse of the pony’s hooves as her sight was taken from her not a second later by a blindfold, while her gag was removed from her muzzle.

“Ah my plaything has arrived, finally,” a low, gentle voice cooed. The voice was distinctly masculine, though she hadn’t expected him to sound as though he were singing to her. Cherry could feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks, at the mere thought of being serenaded by her Master while he sexually broke her down drove a part of her wild with the unusual idea. It was definitely one of the stranger thoughts to have crossed her mind. She couldn’t help but imagine the stallion. From the tiny glimpse she had seen, she could tell he had a jet black coat. She found herself picturing him with a shocking snow white mane, and a sculpted, muscular physique. She shivered in excitement and could already feel a bead of arousal running down her marehood at the, perhaps childish, thought of him being her dream stallion.

“You’ve kept me waiting for quite a while,” he commented idly. The sound of a unicorn’s magic flaring up rang out under the sweet, almost romantic lute music. Cherry suddenly felt the cold caress of a riding crop tracing along her lilac coat, slowly progressing to her teats. “Now, be a good toy and remain silent for me,” she heard him whisper, his faintly minty breath tickling the coat on her cheek. She squeaked loudly with the sudden realisation that he was mere inches away from her ear, even though the source of the music hadn’t moved.

Her squeak of surprise brought with it the loud crack of the riding crop, the sharp sting to one of her teats coaxing out a beautiful cry from the tiny mare. “Tsk… I told you to be silent,” he chastised. She could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he repeated the stinging blow on her other teat. She was prepared for this one and only flinched, biting down on her bottom lip to restrain the moan that almost escaped her muzzle. “Atta, filly, nice and silent. Don’t worry though, we’ll make you sing soon enough. I do love this song so much, don’t you?”

Confused for a moment, she shifted her attention to focus on the music, realising it was a familiar melody. Distracted by the music and trying to place the sweet little piece, she failed to really take notice when the stranger began to untie her forehooves, letting out a pleasant coo as she felt the belt being undone; her wings instantly fanning out with an audible ‘pomf’. “Wait a minute… that’s Autumn Delight’s ballad of- oh buck.” She silenced herself quickly, but it was too late as she heard the buck’s dramatic sigh.

“And here I thought you were going to do so well,” the stallion said calmly. “Test your bell for me, slavething.”

She gulped a little and willed the bell attached to her tail to chime once for him as he requested. The chime was clear and loud as it was supposed to be, echoing through the large room, overpowering the lute’s music with ease. She didn’t say anything aloud; she didn’t dare as she was likely already in too much trouble for disobeying him again so soon.

He didn’t say a word after that, she could simply feel the rest of her restraints being steadily removed one by one, save for the spreader bar. She hung there limply, her wings spread out in a shameless, instinctual mating display.

Curse these wings. I hate it when they do this. Can’t even pull them to my sides… she mentally muttered. The lack of wing control wasn’t exactly helped by the fact she could feel his hoof wandering her soft coat, as if perusing an item of fine furniture he might buy. He barely touched her, but the tickling sensation was enough to force a giggle from her.

“Such a lovely little voice, slave,” he cooed into her ear before roughly biting down on it with a powerful, dominant growl. In that moment the calm, collected colt was suddenly replaced with a savage, feral beast of a stallion. It made her heart beat faster, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. Cherry could already feel fresh droplets of her own arousal running down her belly. She silently cursed her body for being so easily excitable.

“Hmm… yes, you’ll sing for me like…” he trailed off for a moment, not hesitating, but pondering his words. “Like a beautiful living instrument,” he whispered, coaxing a small gasp from Cherry. Then there was the sudden tingle of magic as she was levitated and brought to an upright position, leaving her dizzy for a long moment as the blood rushed from her head back to the rest of her body.

By the time her senses were back to normal she noticed the distinct softness of silk flowing along her coat. She could feel the fabric slide across her chest, under her armpits, and looping back over itself before running up to bind her mane into a ponytail. It crossed her belly and her hind hooves, up to the spreader bar where she assumed the two ends met. The silk harness was a comfortable one, the soft fabric feeling luxurious even as he slowly let her weight rest in it. She didn’t feel any pinching or discomfort, showing how skillfully done it was, by hoof even. She was quite impressed with that last fact; not many unicorns did this by hoof. The final touch was her hoof cuffs being bound together.

The sharp *click* of a hook being secured echoed through the room, signaling that she hung there bound, blindfolded and entirely at his mercy. It left her weak and unable to do anything about the cruel, wicked activities he was planning for her. “If the harness gets uncomfortable or it hurts, ring your bell three times. I don’t want a damaged instrument.”

“Yes, Master,” Cherry whispered quietly. She could hear the soft, muted steps of padded hooves walking away from her. The distinct sounds of glass being set out on stone followed. She couldn’t see what he was doing, and it only made her all the more nervous.

The stallion muttered to himself in that low, melodic voice of his. The mention of her weight made her blush a little and the grinding of stone on stone was quite strange. Though the words ‘syringe’ and ‘potion’ were enough to send her mind racing and desperately guessing at what he might be planning for her, it didn’t take long before she felt his presence again, his hoof cupping her cheek, pressing a warm cup to her lips.

“Drink,” he growled in that authoritative voice that made her marehood tingle with excitement. She obediently opened her mouth, letting the stallion pour the contents of the cup down her throat. A multitude of tastes assaulted her, along with the heady, musky scent coming from whatever he was feeding her. It lit a fire in her core: a fire that slowly spread through her body, making her gasp. She vaguely recognised the sharp bite as a mixed drink she once had: Starbright, if she recalled correctly. It was a clear, silver liquid, with a bite sharper than vodka; it had the added effect of making her a whole lot more sensitive… yet this one’s effects were different. Cherry most certainly couldn’t recall an overwhelming sense of lust like the one that was starting to cloud her mind being a part of it.

The light, barely touching caress of his hoof along her cheek felt so much more pronounced. The gentle gusts of his minty breath so much more stimulating and sensual than it had been before. The growing sensation of need in her marehood now felt like a roaring fire of desire. She found herself panting and squirming in her bonds. She was so acutely aware of her surroundings: the soft heat of his presence, the painful sting of a syringe making contact with her flank and delivering a dose of Celestia knows what… not knowing making it all the more exciting.

His hoof slowly slid from her cheek, gently forging a path down her chest, barely even touching her. Tormenting her with the light, tickling caress. He let out a low ‘tsk’ as he reached the small stains on her belly; she screamed as his hoof suddenly dug into her marehood, roughly cupping her drooling, winking snatch. “Fucking slut. We’ve not even finished preparing you and you’ve already begun making a mess of things.”

She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t. All that came out were cute squeaks and squeals of pleasure, her body writhing against his incessant hoof. She loved a good rubbing to her wanton pussy but she was so sensitive from whatever cocktail he had fed her it hurt... but oh did it hurt in all the right ways. She cursed the harness and the lack of an ability to hump back against his hoof.

“Yes… I think my instrument is ready to be played,” he cooed lightly into her ear, his tongue ever so lightly licking the inside to coax out a cute little mewl from Cherry.

Cherry let out a groan of disappointment as his hoof pulled away. The tiny filly wanted to protest; she didn’t want him to stop touching her; she wanted him to make her scream with pleasure. Just as she was about to utter her plea, his hoof slapped across her flank with a resounding smack, the sting of it radiating a pleasant warmth across her flank. She screamed in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, her hips giving a light buck against a hoof that was no longer there. “M-Master! M-may I have another!?”

The second strike came in the form of a stinging lash against her left teat, making her cry out as a white hot lance of pleasure shot through her form once more. Her voice echoed through the chamber, the acoustics of the room doing their job perfectly as they amplified her cries of delight. Her admiration of the room was cut short when the stallion lashed out with the crop the moment her cry died down, striking her other teat.

With time they fell into a steady, gentle rhythm. Her screams becoming the melody of her slow surrender to him. He alternated the power and intensity of each blow, forming her cute screams into a symphony of pain and pleasure. Each bite of the whip filled her with an ever-growing sense of submission, each time it stung her winking clit, she wanted to cry out for more, like the wanton little slut she was. Time quickly became untraceable, there was only his presence and his riding crop making beautiful music with her blissfully tortured body. She came to relish in every moment of being played like an instrument, His instrument.

It was quite the disappointment then when he stopped with a low, but definitely satisfied, sigh. He was sated, however she was left hanging there, yearning for more. The burning need in her core had only grown ever larger into the roaring inferno of desire that it was now.

“Hmm… I believe it's time for a change of pace,” he mused to himself, and before she could question his meaning, a cold, round object pushed onto her burning hot, winking marehood. It pressed firmly against her, bringing with it an involuntary shudder. She shrieked the moment it started vibrating against her needy marehood, her shrieks soon turning into long, drawn out moans of pleasure as the familiar buzzing of a vibrator graced her ears. She pulled them back, her cheeks lighting up in a light blush, hips instinctively rocking back against it. “You may not cum, toy,” the stallion, her Master, said tersely.

“Y-Yes Maaaaaaster!” she wailed aloud in affirmation. The vibrations were rocking her body and sending an overwhelming assault of pleasure to her mind. The haze of lust was clouding her vision. She had been told not to cum but she knew she could never obey that order; not with how he was grinding the bulbous head of the wand vibrator against her love button. He was forcing all the vibrations and all the pleasure that wonderful device could deliver, through the most sensitive point on her body. Her Master wanted her to fail this.

Cherry didn’t make it easy for him, or at least she tried not to. Her screams and moans were only getting louder and it wasn’t long before she was pushed over the edge, thrown into the abyss of a screaming, mind-shattering climax, the blackness of her vision turning white as her mind and body was simply overwhelmed with the rush of endorphins.

She could feel her juices coating her inner thighs. She felt herself relax as the orgasm claimed her entire body until eventually her thoughts returned to her. It was one of the best she’d had. Her vision, if she had been able to see, would have been blurry. Her tongue listlessly hung from her mouth and a trail of saliva ran down her chin, dripping to the floor below. Her breathing was left soft and rhythmic; it was the perfect climax, save for the lack of a warm body wrapped around her.

Coming down from the high of her climax brought with it the realisation of her disobedience. She was acutely aware that her Master wasn’t at her side any more, the deathly silence in the room making her worry. Had he abandoned her there? Was… was she going to be left alone for her disobedience?

The room was devoid of any sound for what felt like hours to Cherry, it was maddening. The thoughts of being abandoned were growing more and more distressing for the tiny mare. Though the soft clicking that began emanating through the room quickly caught her attention and pulled her away from darker thoughts.

The crack of a flogger finally pulled her out of her own insecurities and doubts. Her Master didn’t hold back as he lashed her marehood harshly, coaxing out a particularly loud scream of painful pleasure. She didn’t care if it hurt as long as she she wasn’t alone anymore. He was still giving her attention and it settled her mind as she cried out loudly. He chuckled softly at her and lashed out again, drawing another cry. She noticed the lack of unicorn magic sounding, he was using his hooves rather than magic. It was rare for a unicorn to do that and still be able to push so much power into a strike. She drooled a little; her Master must be nice and muscular indeed! Though, there was always the possibility the sound of magic had been a diversion in the first place.

“I am disappointed, Slavething. Now I have to punish you and delay the main event further so,” he said plainly, keeping his voice neutral. Pondering the words and what Master meant by ’main event’ wasn’t high on her priorities as another sting of the flogger rocked her tiny form. She had a particular fondness for floggers, but he didn’t know that and she relished in the whipping he was giving her, as it satisfied that burning heat inside of her core. Throwing her head back, she let out another blissful scream as one of the strands hit her clit in just the right way, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

The whipping continued for quite a while longer, leaving her pussy sore and red, but she had managed to hold back another climax after the twentieth lash to her delicate folds. Her mind was numb with the sensation of the stinging pain radiating through her puffy lips. The sudden transition to the sharp sting of clover clamps being attached to her teats made her shriek out as they tightened cruelly. As he released them, she also became acutely aware of the weights dangling from the chain. She wailed out in pain as her nipples were pulled down by the weight. “Ah, your cries are such a lovely melody,” he purred, the sadistic glee in his voice was impossible to miss.

“Now … let’s tally that unauthorized climax,” he purred into her ear. She felt something cold pressing up against her flank, like two prongs of a… her eyes widened. She had only really seen a phaser once before and it certainly hadn’t been used on her. The ominous clicking of the dial on the wicked little device was the only sound for a long time. Click... Click... Click... passing all the settings until the suddenly ended. He was slow in turning that dial, the meaning was clearly to strike terror into her, which worked as she trembled like a leaf pinned down in violent winds. She shrieked out in terror as she was zapped with the phaser, it left a single dot on her flank, the first of her climaxes accounted for on her Master’s scoreboard.

The shock it sent through her system made her hair stand on end. It was probably more painful than anything she’d ever experienced before but as she came down from the shock, she noticed how it had kindled the fire in her once more. It had hurt yes, but it was a kind of pain she enjoyed. The kind of sensation that made her crave more of it, even though she knew she wouldn’t get any until her next climax.

He laughed at the way her body twitched and writhed afterwards, his warm breath blowing past the freshly made mark before he ran his rough tongue along the bright dot on her coat. He shivered, listening to her low moan of pained pleasure. “Don’t think your punishment is over yet,” he cooed, his neutral voice doing little to hide his sadistic glee.

Cherry gasped, feeling the sensation of cold metal against her flared out wings. Before she could move them, each of the clips clamped around her joints, pressing painfully down on pressure points only another pegasus should know. It coaxed out a half-choked scream of pleasure and pain. Her body registered it as both: retracting her wings brought pain, spreading them brought an almost addictive sensation of euphoria. She could not help but flare them out, showing the typical pegasus mating display, her cheeks burning brightly in embarrassment. Her breaths came in panting gasps and she was vaguely aware of saliva dripping from her chin, even though she wasn’t actually gagged at the moment.

She could feel the stallion working with the ropes, pulling her free from the suspension bondage. She soon also felt the tell-tale tingle of magic around her, her Master’s presence close to her side as he carried her off away to someplace new. She felt the soft embrace of silk, it was covering a stone, or at least she assumed it was stone; it was hard, and there was a coldness to the silk that she was placed on, likely seeping through from the smooth rock below it. Her hooves were tugged over her head, the cuffs on each of her forehooves swiftly fastened to heavy chains. Her hind hooves were pulled and attached to a raised surface, spreading them forcefully, all her weight was supported on her shoulders, there was no pressure on her wings as she lay there flank up in the air.

“Now, stay silent while I gather my tools, understood?” he instructed in a soft, caring tone.

“Yes, Master,” Cherry responded in a low, nervous tone, the word ‘tools’ so frightfully vague.

It didn’t take long before he returned to her, placing a small case down beside her on the floor. Her Master pulled away her blindfold and lowered his mask.

Cherry’s eyes met familiar toxic green ones, the eyes of her very best friend. At that moment, it felt like her heart stopped as recognition bloomed across her face. “G-Gale?” she gasped in surprise, startled by the sound of her own voice.

She took him in: his white, muscular physique -which was oddly enough framed by a pair of fluffy white wings, that ended in light blue tips. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, his harsh, amused chuckle slowly guiding her back to reality. She took a look around herself, the room was dark; the drab stone walls and limited furnishings gave it the hair raisingly frightful feel of an old fashioned dungeon.

She was laid on a plush silk cloth, a deep scarlet in colour. It was hard to properly see the stone around her, but she could make out the artfully carved depictions of mares and stallions in submission matching the yoke she had been made to wear.

“W-why!?” she demanded, her first instinct being defiance against what he was doing to her. An outburst she quickly came to regret as a swish cut through the air, followed immediately by the snap of a riding crop as it hit her ears, stinging pain shooting through her, radiating out from the impact. Her head snapped to the side with a loud squeal.

“I didn’t say you could speak, slavething,” he snapped, his voice angry, despite the tiny bit of concern apparent in his eyes. He followed the slap with a kiss to the cheek, though his uncaring expression remained intact — the same expression she knew he used every day while he was on duty. It sent an involuntary shiver down her spine and, along with whatever he had fed her, it made her wanton pussy quiver with desire: desire for her best friend— no, for her Master.

“As for your question: well, I saw your name on the list and…” he trailed off, placing both forehooves on the altar, presenting her with his painfully erect member. “I’ve always wanted you as my mare… or rather, as my little servant girl. For me to do with as I please, to have you warm my bed after rutting senseless,” he explained casually, overtones of lust lacing his voice. He began ravaging her with his eyes.

“When I am done… you’ll be wearing my collar.”

“N-No! I’m a red collar!” she protested, though it felt as hollow and as meek as she did. The thought of going back to random strangers after this... it seemed almost pointless to her. He had pushed all of her buttons in just the right way…

She shook her head. “NO! I’m not wearing your collar!” she reaffirmed with a playful glint in her eye. He would have to do better than this before she would even think about surrendering.

He chuckled once more, a smirk forming on his muzzle which soon grew into an evil grin that made her shudder. It was a simple gesture, yet it promised her so much: pain, pleasure, being claimed by a strong stallion.

The fact that he was her best friend quickly fell to the background of her mind and then simply faded into nothingness. Closing her eyes, she simply stuck out her tongue at the stallion murmuring the simple, phrase: “Do your worst, Snowy.”

She knew he hated the nickname and the growl emanating from the stallion told her that she had, in fact, crossed the line leaving her in a world of trouble. She inwardly grinned to herself.

“Fine, but you asked for it, slavething.”

Chapter 3: Broken
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The Makings of a Songbird

Chapter 3: Broken

Cherry felt nervous. The stallion — no, her best friend — was standing over her, grinning menacingly. Gale wasn’t genuinely angry; she could see that in his tantalizing toxic green eyes; eyes that she found oddly captivating as they looked down upon her bound form. She hardly noticed that he was levitating a flogger over from a table that had been set up just out of her sight, a clear cup with a silvery liquid floating alongside of it. “Well then, little mare, if you wish to do this the hard way, we shall,” he purred softly. Without a second’s thought, he lashed the flogger against her tiny winking marehood, visibly enjoying the scream he drew out. “From this moment, you’re no longer ‘Cherry’. That is a mare's name… unbefitting for an animal like you.”

“I’m not an ani—” she tried to protest, but was cut short as the cruel touch of the flogger came down upon her sensitive flesh once more.

“Silence animal. You’re going to be my little songbird. You’ll address me as Master. Failing in this will see you punished severely,” he half growled at her. He leaned in, slowly licking along the welts he had left just above her entrance, making her take in a sharp breath. The lick stung as if he was dripping salty water on her abused skin. “Hmm… you know, little songbird, the only reason I wanted you back in the guard was a pretty selfish one,” he started and then paused to look up into her eyes, sadistic glee dancing on his visage.

“A-and why is that, Snowy?” she asked in as condescending a tone as she could manage between steady breaths. However the growl of defiance she emanated only made him chuckle in amusement. His whip struck her again, putting quite a bit of his magical potential behind this one. She shuddered and screamed out once more as the painful pleasure shot through her.

“We never wanted you back for your skills… you’re a mare: you don’t have a place in the guard. No, we wanted you as a bedwarmer we could pass around,” he explained, his tone sharp as he lashed her on the marehood once more, the look of utter shock on her face only reinforcing his position of power and control. She caught a glimpse of his twitching erection before her head snapped backwards to let out another cry as he slapped her across the pussy. “Now call me ‘Master’, you filthy animal,” he demanded, his authoritative voice driving home her seemingly meek and helpless situation, even though she could end it all with a single word.

“G-go. To. Tartarus, Snowy,” she stated definitely, thinking if she could, she would have spat at him too. For a moment she thought she had gone too far as he stared at her, dumbstruck. That was quickly wiped away as his face lit up in sadistic glee.

“Tut tut… this animal is oh so wild,” he mused to himself, slowly trotting around the altar she lay on, not actually touching her but simply staring at the filly-sized mare. “You are going to learn manners, songbird. One way or another, you will be mine,” he said with an air of finality to his voice, the cup he had been levitating pressed to her muzzle. “Drink, Slave.” The command was firm, and she obeyed without question this time, following him with her eyes. She felt so small before her friend, her friend that was now her Master for the night… and perhaps for much longer now too.

Cherry closed her eyes with a faint whimper. A single thought ran through her mind: she wanted to yield to him, to give herself to this handsome stallion — fuck the five year long friendship they had. But the desire to yield was halted by a few little words ‘Would I be able to look him in the eyes afterwards…? After he sees the real me?’ The thought of losing her friendship was horrifying and honestly, a very good reason to keep up resistance in her pleasure-riddled mind. She swallowed the smooth drink, her eyes opening to meet those gentle green eyes. He’d asked for her, she was on the list of mares that wanted this, he already knew her depravity. She blushed lightly, staring into those eyes, captivated. She had never looked at him as anything but ‘one of the guys’. The life of a guard did that to you: warped your mind set to one of professionalism.

“T-thank you, Master,” she whispered softly her cheeks burning a little harder as she uttered the phrase he wanted her to speak. She considered ringing her bell for a brief second. The thought was stomped out by another, the image of her being cradled by him in bed, snuggled against his form, taking in his masculine scent … bound and in chastity with him holding all the keys. It sent a shiver down her spine, it was hard to admit but she wanted him. She needed him even. At least in that moment she needed him; but she wasn’t going to be easy… her stallion needed to be able to tame her even at her worst after all.

Gale lashed the flogger against each of her inner thighs, pulling her back to the present, her scream echoing through the room. She hardly recognised it; it was high pitched and shrill. The pain that shot through her form as a result was intense, though the ensuing pleasurable tingle it left in its wake made her groan out in pleasure. At his chuckle she looked up, meeting those stern green eyes of his. The almost primal lust in his eyes made her squeak in meek surprise. She could read his intent easily: he wasn’t going to stop until he had conquered her, until he fully and utterly made her submit to him.

“Now stay silent, little songbird. All I want to hear is your pretty little song to me,” he cooed softly into her ear. The sensation of his hot breath caressing her ear made it flick, a light blush returning to her cheeks, and he slowly and tenderly brushed his hoof along her cheek.

The brush of his hoof to her cheek was electrical to her, the simple sensation making her shudder with delight from whatever he’d fed her. A small delighted coo slipped from her muzzle. “A-aah M-Master! Pl-AAAAAH!” was as far as she got in her sweet murmur. The sensation of a weight being added to each of her nipple clamps shot through her and caught her off guard.

“I said” he started with a small groan, lashing out with a riding crop at each of her teats in rapid succession, stroking at the already sore nipples and grinning at the satisfying crack that was followed by the loud scream of her beautiful song. “I only want your beautiful song. Birds don’t speak after all, they sing for their Master,” he practically purred, reaffirming her inequinity with a lash of the whip to her sensitive clitoris, sending a further wave of pain and pleasure shooting through her tiny shuddering form, coaxing out the next couplet of her sensual song.

“That’s it, you’ll make a good pet. Once I’ve trained you and made sure you’re not a filthy wild animal anymore.” He smirked as he continued to draw out the most beautiful screams from her throat, each kiss of the whip he provided her with was carefully measured by the strength of his hoof, each meant to draw out a different sound from her that melted together into something musical. Like a perverted conductor, conducting an orchestra of sadistic pleasures with her, as promised, his living instrument. “This is a mare’s place. Bound and helpless like the animal you are. Presented before your stallion,” he cooed softly, reminding her of that with every strike of the series of quick lashes to her flank, followed by the harder lash to her teats.

Cherry lay there, writhing in a sea of pain and pleasure. Her wings twitched, sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through her. Panting heavily as she looked up at the the stallion, her best friend no longer —- he was more than that: he was the pony she trusted the most, her Master. She smiled a little as he brought down the whip once more; the crack of his whip was the essential other part of this duet. Throwing her head back she gave in, for a moment yielding herself to the sensation by letting the climax wrack her body. “AAAAAAHH MASTER!” she screamed; she couldn’t help it. It slipped out as easily as the tears from her eyes did. She could already feel the extra weight to each of her teats. She didn’t care, she had submitted to him, and she felt oh so good about it.

“There we go. You're starting to understand how to please your Master,” he cooed softly before lightly lashing the flogger along her sides, using his magic for one implement and his hooves for the riding crop. She’d known his magic had always been on the weaker side, but the stallion was such a physical male to make up for it. The tiny filly-like mare noticed that she was staring at him, drooping even as he retrieved his master’s phaser from the table. The horseshoe-shaped device was familiar enough to her that she went wide-eyed at the setting he twisted it to: ‘Sadist’s Delight’. She trembled with anticipation as the prongs sprang to life and he brought it to her coat, just above her cutie mark with sadistic glee written on his muzzle. “That’s two,” he cooed, pressing it firmly down and sending the serenely searing sensation through her body; the device hurt a pony in all the right ways for a masochist like her.

The stallion laughed jubilantly as he heard her loudest, most beautiful scream yet. Closing his eyes, he relished in the sound as she slipped into another climax. Hardly even out of her previous one, she tried desperately to latch onto anything that could pull her out and away from the abyss that was utter submission. The sensation was over too quickly for her; she wanted more already as she stared up at him. She knew he could see it in her eyes; his grin gave everything away.

The riding crop had been replaced with her favourite toy, the wand vibrator she guessed was the one he had used on her before. However this one was different to the ones she normally saw. This one has a larger head and at its base was a large gemstone, the magic inside it visibly crackling. “Do you like my special little toy, songbird?” he crowed, his massive cocky grin unsettling her. Levitating over a seemingly innocuous piece of chocolate he smiled at her, pressing it to her lips.

She could already catch the familiar scent of an all-too-familiar zebra potion mixed into the chocolate that many a less educated pony might have ignored. Its potent tangy musk was enough to send her mind reeling. She’d only had the particular drink once before and that evening was still hazy to her. Although she knew what’d happened, it was all a blur of savage, almost feral sex. Parting her lips, she hesitantly accepted it, along with the accompanying petting he gave her. That made her smile. She felt happy as she simply suckled on the piece of chocolate in her brief moment of respite.

Her moment of respite was over the instant she swallowed the chocolate. He gripped her cheek and pried open her mouth to inspect it. “Good mare,” he whispered, seeing the chocolate gone. He was soon pressing the vibrator to her marehood once more. The sensation of magic assaulting her abused pussy was torturous; the pleasure that flowed through the bulbous head of the wand was something she had never experienced before. It was like pure pleasure had been bottled up in the crystal and it was being unleashed directly into her nerves as the stallion pushed the harshly vibrating toy to her poor pussy.

The world around her melted away as she cried out and shrieked. Cherry looked at him; it was only that beautiful, gorgeous stallion and her in an ocean of darkness created by the miasma of pain and pleasure. She couldn’t help but feel proud he had snatched her up of all ponies as her body twitched and writhed in pleasure. The drool rolling down her chin wasn’t anything she cared about as she stared into those lovely green eyes.

Pulling her forth by the collar, he smiled caringly into her eyes for a long moment. The sight of her writhing in mind-numbing pleasure was clearly a sight he loved. Then that smile warped into a wicked grin as he cleanly sliced off her collar. “Won’t be needing this anymore — birds don’t wear collars,” he stated with an air of finality as his magic started ripping apart the red leather collar; her red leather collar, the mark of her submission. He so callously destroyed it before her eyes with such casual ease.

She had to be honest, the sight of him cutting up her collar magically hurt. It also drove home the point he had been making since they had started: she belonged to him now, she was his, and he could do anything he pleased… even though she had the power to end it just one word away. A word she hoped she would never have to use for the hunky stallion that tossed the tattered remains of her collar over his shoulder with a bored looking smirk. “We’ll get you a nice hoofband. Like birdies should have,” he commented with a shocking amount of disinterest.

“N-No!” she squealed panting softly, squirming against her bonds again.

But Cherry could only look on as Gale rolled his eyes at her, giving that ‘I’m disappointed’ look; a look she was used to from her days as a recruit under him. She had no idea why her stomach turned and she felt so bad about getting that expression from him once more. She cried out in shock as his hoof connected with her cheek and her head spun to the left, the pleasurable sting of a controlled back-hoof slap radiating from her cheek. “Stop lying to me. You’re my little song bird; you’re not a mare; you’re an animal,” he growled out, climbing up onto the altar. Looming over her, he glared down at her, allowing his breeding spear to slap against her belly, showing off how big it was compared to her form, how very deep inside her it would go. Blushing furiously, Cherry stared at the monster her friend-turned-Master called a cock. S-sweet Luna… t-that… thing is going to rip me apart! she screamed mentally.

The fear must have been evident on her face as she noticed Gale’s grin growing broader. In that moment all the rumours about him were confirmed. All of his jokes about its size… had not been jokes at all and now he was visibly enjoying her realisation. He savoured the moment, slowly drawing his throbbing shaft back, letting it softly rub against her chest and belly, twitching as it was tickled by her soft ruffled fur.

The heady scent of his musk was intoxicating; the burning heat radiating from his massive throbbing endowment was beyond delightful to her. She watched in rapt fascination as a pearly white droplet of pre formed on the flat head, tantalisingly close. She was vaguely aware that she was salivating from watching the primary implement of her ongoing enslavement, his chosen weapon to finally break her. Desperately she attempted to reach over, to lick the head and taste him… before he pulled it away from her, leaving it a hopeless pursuit, one that made the stallion chuckle darkly at her. “No, that is only for good little songbirds,” he said in that cold as steel voice of his, letting the head of his cock rest on her winking, drooling pussy. The heat radiating from his cock, combined with the burning need inside of her wanton core made her whimper pathetically as she battled with her desires.

“Do you want it, little bird?” he crowed at her, a wicked grin on his muzzle as he gently ground the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of thrusting her onto his weapon. A light moan escaped his muzzle as he slowly applied the pressure, never enough to push inside of her tight foalhole but hard enough to fuel her desire and need. “I only need to hear one little thing, my little bird. Tell me what you are now.”

She shivered under his ministrations, her desire for his cock, for him, building. Cherry wanted him, it felt dirty, it felt wrong, but she wanted the stallion that had been her friend for years. She wanted his crushing weight pushing down on her; she wanted his cock ripping into her gushing hot slit. Just the thought made her pant with desire. She didn’t think about it her body answered for her in an instant. “Your songbird, Master!” her own voice announced, need and lust filling its desperate tone. The aphrodisiacs she had been fed not one, but two doses of were working to their full effect, clouding her mind with unrestrained, unapologetic lust. “Please fuck me! Master!” she screamed out having stopped caring. She could almost feel her resistance faltering as everything in her mind was pushed aside by a single rampant, feral desire for her Master’s cock.

“Atta birdie,” he cooed, levitating over another piece of chocolate. Cherry could smell the potion that he had mixed into it. She could taste it as she suckled on it with a low contented moan. Even while knowing it was laced with the same aphrodisiac that was driving her insane, she enjoyed her reward immensely. She closed her eyes in a moment of bliss, purring lightly as the rich flavour filled her.

Gale watched attentively as she slowly ate the piece of chocolate. Even as she opened her eyes to meet his, he kept watching her. She smiled at him and swallowed her reward after having thoroughly savoured its taste. His smile remained in place... as his hips sharply thrust forwards. A mixture of pleasure and discomfort shot through her as her tiny marehood was speared open onto his massive, throbbing erection. He didn’t pause, pushing forwards until he bottomed out inside of her in a single steady thrust. Cherry felt her insides stretched obscenely around his hot, throbbing monster. She watched his face light up with a small smile. She could feel her insides flexing around him, trying to milk him for his seed, despite being near their absolute limit.

Cherry groaned in exasperation. The sensation of being filled up so utterly was both painful and comfortable at the same time, not to mention stimulating beyond all belief. She could feel every vein and every ridge of his cock. As he slowly pulled out of her winking snatch, a sensation of emptiness grew within her — an emptiness that she desperately didn’t want, leaving her looking up at him pleadingly. She cried out not a second later as he started thrusting back and forth, in and out of her with wild abandon, his throbbing length pistoning inside her, stirring up her insides with every brutal thrust within her clenching love tunnel.

He was downright savage with her. His thrusts were brutal, firm, and hard against her body. He was showing her what she truly was now: his eager little fuck toy. Each thrust rocked her body with an unexplainable mixture of pleasure and discomfort at the massive insertion. Each harsh slap of his balls against her flank driving home that she was his, lying there bound on the altar dumbly taking his cock, unable to nor even wanting to stop him. He was defiling their friendship, twisting and reshaping it like he was moulding her foalhole to be his personal fucktoy. Everything became a blur for the tiny mare. All there was was her cries and shrieks of pleasure, that near divine sense of overwhelming pleasure. Her lust addled mind was left throwing out the only thing left it knew: pleas for more, for him to be harder, for him to make her his bitch.

The stallion growled in feral lust, his muzzle parting to wrapping around her neck and bite down harshly. She could feel his teeth on the sensitive flesh; she could feel the pain running through her as he marked her in that animalistic way, his throbbing cock ploughing her tiny marehood simultaneously, as if he were testing the limits of her tiny body.

“Yes! Master! Yes!” she cried out, even as his flogger lashed across her flank, striking her over the cutie mark with a brutality that sent a rush of fresh pain through her — a rush of pain that was as warm and welcome as the pleasure of being fucked by that massive pulsating shaft. Cherry knew she was drooling all over herself with both saliva and cum. Her body had already fully surrendered to him, her mind definitely not far behind it. She knew she was going to snap, she could already feel that floaty sensation she knew all too well: her subspace… her total submission to a master.

Cherry looked up to her friend- no her Master. Her eyes gazed over the entire room around them and yet she only saw him, his wicked smile as he pulled out of her, showering her in his thick, burning hot seed, painting her tiny lilac body white. Some of it splattered on her tongue, giving her the pleasure of that sweet taste of stallion seed, that heady musky scent, the salty, bitter taste of her depraved baptism. She was vaguely aware of him climbing over her, his burning hot half-erect shaft resting on her face, leaking the last bits of his load into her mane. Her muzzle was smothered by his sizable balls, forced to take in his masculine scent, forced to breath it in, forced to get intimately familiar with him in yet another dirty little way. And of course, she loved it, not even realising her tongue was lashing at his salty, cum orbs until his moans hit her ears.

His magic on the back of her head kept her there, worshipping his glorious orbs, lapping at them as if they were the most delicious hard candy in existence, shamelessly salivating from their taste. Her eyes closed in focus as her muzzle and tongue worked them lovingly. This felt right to her. This was a mare’s place, below her stallion, worshipping him. She shrieked out, feeling the familiar vibrations of the wand vibrator once again against her marehood, its cruel electrical discharge combined with its smooth, cold bulbous head vibrating against every pleasurable spot filled her with a sense of pride. He was rewarding her for her service. She was a good mare, this was what good mares— no… this was what good pets did!

Something simply snapped in Cherry’s mind as her climax washed over her. She shrieked out in pleasure as she opened her tiny mouth as much as she could, taking in one of his lush orbs, her tongue wandering its surface with loving affection, her lips locked around the ball as she affectionately suckled on it, filling herself with his powerful, almost aphrodisiac like musky scent and his divine salty taste. Her eyes fluttered open, looking past the half-erect cock resting on her face, matting down her fur with her own juices and his. He was grinning — no, he was smiling at her, ever so proudly too!

Her back arched as another climax hit her hard. It hurt, this one, but it hurt so good. Her sight became blurry and she realised she was crying, not even knowing why. Even as her climax was drawn out, no moment of respite was given before the next one hit her over-stimulated pussy. They all melded together in a blissful state of constant climax while she drowned in his taste and scent. She knew what he was doing, but even knowing didn’t help or rather save her from her subconscious associating of his scent with orgasmic pleasure. She felt the tears rolling over her cheeks. She cried out louder and louder as she rocked her hips against the delightfully cruel implement of her submission. The magical shocks it sent through her most sensitive of areas; it all melded together for her; she couldn’t think; she didn’t need to; she needed to obey; she needed to be… his songbird.

She went limp in her bonds, her mind and body simply having given up. His testicle slowly left her muzzle with an audible pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips with it. She was still riding out her climax, even as he pulled away the toy of his her body had become, buzzing with pleasure and the pain of overstimulation. Even moving her half-lidded eyes to meet his was a chore that took a lot out of the filly-like mare. She had no idea how many times he had made her cum; she didn’t even care. All she did was watch his beautiful smiling face and those flared out wings. Her Master was beautiful, like a resplendent angelic being, one that had so skilfully remade her.

She felt his hooves around her neck, brushing her mane out of the way so he might wrap something around her slender neck. Cherry immediately recognised the the snugness of a collar in spite of her sex-addled mind. She cried. She wept openly and without a care as a feeling of immense joy and pride welled up inside her chest. The loud snap of a padlock sealed her fate. He had made her his pet, his Songbird. Holding up a small hoof-held mirror, Gale showed her the collar. It was a deep black collar of faux leather, additionally composed of an orange and purple band with ruby gem studs; the lock was shaped like his cutie mark: two crossed spears over a shield with an artistic depiction of the sun.

Winter dismounted her and with a smile, he cupped her cheek, bringing her into a chaste little kiss, silencing the words she was going to utter. “Shh… it's time for the last part, my brand new little pet,” he cooed in a soft reassuring tone. Cherry tried to speak but blushed as she only managed a foal-like, or perhaps bird-like, babble.

He once more levitated over his Master’s Phaser, presenting the dial for her to turn. Cherry stared dumbly at it for a moment before realising what he was asking of her. She leaned in weakly and twisted her head all the way to the other side, snapping the object of her previous torment to the setting marked as ‘Snuggled Senseless’. His deep chuckle made her blush lightly but also brought out a warmth it previously lacked. “I guess I’ve put you through enough haven’t I?” he asked, though clearly desired no reply as he started to cycle through the Phaser’s modes with a different dial. She smiled and watched the small previews of all the options, idle minded, until it settled on his cutie mark the two crossed spears over a shield with an artistic depiction of the sun, surrounded by a thick study chain, closed by a heart shaped padlock. The very same mark she had seen on other broken mares, marking them as such… and marking who broke them. Her mind could not restrain the soft squeal of glee that worked it’s way forth.

Feeling the device sparkle to life and being pressed over her heart, she was filled with a loving warmth: she felt like he was holding her, cradling her in those fluffy wings, and snuggling her as if her life depended on it. She smiled a smile full of happy contentment. “Fwank wu Mawster,” she babbled weakly, feeling him undoing her bonds and pressing her to his chest as they shared their warmth and the sounds of their mutually calming heart beats.

Cherry couldn’t help but smile as Gale lowered her onto his back, the light nuzzling and kissing he gave her while doing so filled her with a profound sense of comfort and joy. It slowly eased her back to reality, cushioning the steady crash from her endorphin high. She still felt floaty on his back, body hurting all over but the comforting heat from Gale, and the plush enchanted warm towel he had wrapped her in, was simply divine, making her feel all gooey inside. She couldn’t help herself as she nuzzled through his mane. “F-fawnk wu…” she mumbled softly.

Laying comfortably on his back, Cherry couldn’t help but smile a little. Curled up between his, she assumed illusionary, wings was quite nice, her head resting on his mane with a small smile. They didn’t speak as he took her to a door at the end of the hall. They let it stay silent, the quiet being a comfortable companionable silence. She smiled, listening to his slow, calm breathing and steadily slowing heartbeat. Much to her surprise passing through the door yielded the same sensation of vertigo as stepping through a portal.

The first thing she noticed was the lack of the wings. Cherry assumed it was something to do with the room itself. The second thing when looking around, was that they were in a lavishly decorated and furnished room. It seemed to be on par with the rooms of Canterlot Castle reserved for visiting foreign dignitaries. The walls were a lovely white marble with faint blue veins running though the surface. The white well, accented by golden highlights that wrapped around the base of the columns that lined the wall. The maroon red drapes with his cutie mark on them gave the room the feeling of dwelling in the home of royalty.

The far wall was a massive polished oak wooden bookshelf, filled to the brim with literature, much of which she guessed was of the naughtier persuasion. To the right was a small open kitchen with a cooking island. The tiny filly blinked for a moment as she took it all in, along with the centre of the room. The centre was one massive bed, filled with a considerable variety of different pillows. It was clearly designed to hold an entire harem of ponies, quite the tantalising thought. In its centre rested a magical brazier on a small raised dais, a clear glass bubble over it, where a magical fire burned within. For a moment, the tiny mare pondered if it could be called burning, since it clearly wasn’t a real fire… it radiated heat yes, but it was also cold to the touch.

“Do you like it, my little songbird?” Gale asked and she had to follow his eyes to understand what he meant. In front of the wall opposite the kitchen stood a large gilded bird cage. It was massive for bird standards, like a palace compared to a cottage. It almost reached from the ceiling to the floor, giving just enough room for a pegasus to take flight. In its centre lay a large plush-looking pillow. The bottom righthand corner was occupied by a large wooden box with a closable door, which she assumed was for roosting. Near the pillow stood a bird bath, one that was definitely too big for birds but perfect for… she blushed furiously as it finally dawned on her. It wasn’t a bird cage at all... but a pegasus cage! Suddenly the hamster wheel on the opposite end of the cage made sense to her: it was for exercise, and the swing at the top was for entertainment.

“Don’t worry, I won’t put you in your cage yet,” he cooed softly and instead walked towards the kitchen, starting to levitate out a small pan, filling it up with milk and putting it on the magical stove top, letting it heat up. “Are you comfortable? Feeling alright?” he asked, sounding a touch worried, even going as far as to nuzzle her cheek adoringly.

“I… am fine Master,” Cherry spoke softly with a growing smile, slowly settling back into reality once more.

“Good. We do need a little talk though, Cherry,” he said in a more soft spoken voice, a gentle and loving voice even. It was alien to hear him being this serious and adoring at the same time. “But first, you need something to warm you up inside.”

She rolled her eyes a little. Cherry wasn’t thirsty but she knew it would do her good. Waiting patiently she snuggled into his withers. He’d pushed her so far and she was still sore, but her aches were soothed by the thick blanket, his warm presence… his soothing scent.

She closed her eyes for a moment, peacefully wallowing in the warmth and presence of her new Master. She couldn’t think of anypony that made her feel this safe and pampered. Sure they had comforted her and made her feel good after a rough session… but not this. She never felt warm and loved just from being near the friends and strangers alike that took her. She didn’t know how much time passed; she didn’t care for such trivialities, even as she felt him moving once more, carrying her to the large bed.

Cherry purred softly, curling up on the pillow he placed her on, feeling him press up against her back. Without hesitation she snuggled back against his warmth, feeling the large stallion’s hoof wrapping around her small body. “Here, drink this,” he instructed, presenting her with a large mug of what she assumed to be hot cocoa — it was hard to tell with the veritable mountain of fresh whipped cream and tiny marshmallows adorning it. She giggled for a moment. It hadn’t been long after the session and he was already spoiling her. Moving to grab the cup, she was surprised to find him holding hers firmly, bringing the cup to her muzzle and slowly feeding it to her, though careful to let Cherry enjoy the beverage on her own terms. “Atta girl,” he cooed softly, nuzzling through her mane with a tender smile.

The beverage had a strange aftertaste: it tasted faintly of blueberries. Looking at him for a moment, Gale simply offered her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I added something to neutralise the aphrodisiac and help mend the welts, that was all, my little songbird,” Gale said in a soft reassuring tone. His magic kept feeding her but he slowly started kissing her form, placing a loving kiss in every place he had whipped her, without fail. Of course, this meant he inevitably wound up kissing her most intimate regions, letting Cherry finish her drink in particularly pleasant peace.

“Did you… enjoy it?” he asked, concern creeping at the edge of his voice.

After five minutes of sweet companionable silence, only broken by Cherry’s coos and Gale’s kisses, the tiny mare spoke up. “Gale…” she started, watching him flinch a little before settling down beside her once more, blanketing her with a wing. “What you did down there, was probably the most” —- she trailed off, looking him in the eyes with a small smile —- “wonderful thing anypony has ever done for me.”

The stallion to her right looked relieved to hear that, pulling her in tight and smiling down at Cherry. “Oh sweet Luna, thank you… I needed to hear that,” he exclaimed looking as if a great weight was lifted from his shoulders. “I was so worried I’d gone too far, pushed you too much… that I had taken us somewhere you were uncomfortable with.”

Cherry pondered for a moment, looking at him and sighing. “I have to admit… when I saw it was you, I had doubts. I almost put a stop to it then and there but…” she trailed off with a small smile twitching at the corners of her muzzle.

“B-but what?” he asked, nervously needing his hooves together.

“But I realised that” — she looked away, bit her bottom lip and grinned — “I really like you, and I probably have for a long time.” She smiled sheepishly at him, and before the stallion could even reply, her lips where on his in a sweet chaste kiss. However a second deeper one was quick to follow, allowing her tongue to explore his lips, caressing his teeth and eventually, as he reciprocated her exploration, to lovingly dance with his own much larger tongue.

The kiss lasted an eternity to the two and even parting ways then was too soon. Gale smiled at her. “Does that mean...?” he asked daring not speak the full question and causing Cherry to roll her eyes a little.

“Yes, it means we’re a thing,” she reassured, giving him a good natured punch to the shoulder. “I’m your marefriend,” she said softly, nuzzling into his chest with a light coo.

Epilogue: One Month Later
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The Makings of a Songbird

Epilogue: One Month Later

Epilogue

1 month later

Cherry looked up at her Master, giving him a happy smile. It had been a month since she had been dragged down to the deep dungeon's breaking chambers. A month spent with the stallion who had broken her will, and rebuilt her from the ground up over the course of the following days. She knew it was all a scene they roleplayed, but the thought of her experiences then, and in the weeks following… she was happier than she had ever been in her life.

He had changed her boring dull life. He had changed it so fundamentally it had overwhelmed her at the start. They were no longer just best friends. Not much had changed between them, save that he shared her apartment now, that she submitted herself for his, and her, pleasure in the bedroom.

“Ready, my little songbird?” His baritone voice brought her back to reality, with a sheepish smile up at him. “You're going to perform one of your lovely ‘songs’ for everypony in here to hear.” She smiled at him; she knew the moment that they stepped through that portal she wasn’t a mare, she was his little birdy.

A blush crept onto her cheek as she nodded at the handsome stallion. “Yes, Master,” she cooed lightly at him, a smile gracing her features. They stepped through the portal; a disorienting sensation passed through her as she was warped through the fabric of reality to a completely different place in the world. Standing before the giant tower she couldn’t help but admire it, her home. "Y-you're not going to… parade me around in my c-cage are you?“ she asked, cheekily. She knew full well that he was going to cage her, and parade her around like that.

A look down revealed the two crossed spears over a shield with an artistic depiction of the sun, surrounded by a thick sturdy chain, closed by a heart-shaped padlock that he, no, that she had given herself the moment she fully submitted to him. She looked up, seeing his eyes narrow, giving him that cruel yet cocky look that sends shivers of excitement down her spine. “Of course, little songbird, everypony should know what a lovely pet bird I have.”

Approaching the security checkpoint, they presented the guards with their respective badges for inspection. With a smile and a polite ‘have a good evening’ they were waved into the grand entrance to the tower. She admired the opulent halls, fluttering her wings to land on her Master’s back with a tiny grin. “So Master … publicly?” she asked, letting him carry her down to the grand staircase to the upper dungeon levels. It wasn’t a long trip down the stairs and into the expansive cavern. They shared the trip to the busy plaza in companionable silence.

She smiled as the sensation of weightlessness overtook her: the embrace of his magical aura had become as soothing to her as the embrace of his hooves; as intimate as being crushed under his weight. While he had his way with her, she blushed and shook her head. She gave her bell a firm shake, the ring echoing across the plaza drawing everything to a momentary halt. Without another ring, every pony continued on their way, though a few curious souls were drawn to her, and her Master. “Now, sing.” His voice broke the silence; it was music to her ears.

The soft gentle caress of his magic through her plumage was a sensation she loved so much. It drew out the most adorable moans; forcing her to start her song. He gave each of her primary feathers a sharp tug and a twist, coaxing out that pained moan she knew he liked so much. Already able to feel herself getting wet, she spread her wings out for him to play with. She also loved showing off her meticulously groomed feathers, her tail whipping from left to right as she looked at the ponies whose attention she was drawing with a happy smile. She wanted to talk… but she knew talking wasn't something a bird did; they sung for the pleasure of their Masters.

Winter Gale chuckled softly at her. He continued to play and tease her feathers. “Louder, little song bird,” he commanded before sharply tugging on her primaries once more. “I want a large crowd here before the real fun begins.” The words made her blush, the tug to her primaries made her cry out in pleasure; she didn’t restrain her loud, wail of pleasured pain.

The building heat in her marehood was overpowering her senses. Normally she would mind being in public areas like this. She mentally giggled at how he had changed her so much, how he already knew every little place he needed to stimulate. She grinned happily, feeling the magic of her lover press down on the pressure points in her wings, goading out a loud lusty cry from her.

She let out a sharp scream of pleasure. He played her just right, making it into a symphony of twisted pleasure for the tiny mare, her juices already pooling on the ground as she writhed in his magical grip. Her tail was raised high, and the bell was resting on her back, each twist, each tug pulling out another couplet to her song of, what some outsiders would see as sick, pained pleasure.

As a large crowd was surrounding them, she couldn’t help but recognise some prominent figures in it. The prismatic-maned azure mare she recognised as Rainbow Dash, one of the famed elements of harmony, was snuggled under the wing of an agile looking stallion with a pale cornflower blue coat and a dark blue-greyish mane. He was easily recognised as Soarin’, the slightly reserved stallion she’d once met during her time with the guard. She smiled a little at him, having found two mares, even though she didn’t recognise the one to his right, a peach coloured pegasus mare with a shocking red mane.

Cherry had her eyes half-lidded by this point. She could feel the building pressure inside her as her stallion worked her up to what felt like a spectacular crescendo for her song. To her eternal annoyance, it never came. He stopped his ministrations fully; he’d brought her to the edge of climax and now let it slip away from her. She was going to scream, but then his horn flared up and he summoned her traveling cage, a smaller, more traditional-looking bird cage, with a water bottle, a feeder, and a pillow in the centre and a swing at the top of the gilded cage.

“Go on, little songbird, in your cage. And if you think about flying off, I'll clip your wings…” he said, placing her in front of the cage. She couldn’t help but shiver, even though she knew he really meant a thorough preening in bondage. Cherry blushed furiously as she looked at the cage. She walked into it with the pride of a prized bird, her head high and her wings presented, not flared out, but not clamped against her body either. She liked it in truth, showing off that she was her Master's prized songbird, and without shame she started 'pecking' at the feed. She closed her eyes for a short moment; the feed was delicious: it was nuts and seed along with dried fruits. It was a large part of the healthier diet he had started her on.

She had a cocky look about her as ponies, especially newblood pegasi, simply gawked at her and how happy she looked in her gilded cage. She looked at her stallion and cooed at him. She fell into her role quite eagerly. She could hear the newbloods whisper; it was hard to make out what they said but from the blushes on their cheeks, she could hazard a few guesses.

Her Master closed the cage, and the snapping of the lock into its place made her smile. She fluttered and even made a meek squeaking as he levitated the cage up, hanging it from a stand. She shot him a death glare, ruffling her feathers like a startled bird. She found herself five feet up in the air, at the perfect height for every pony in the assembled crowd to see her.

“Sing, little birdie,” he commanded, and quite suddenly she became aware of him pressing his magic against her clit, letting it vibrate quite violently. Cherry gasped, and cried out in pleasure, rocking herself against the magic with cute squeaks of pleasure. The pleasure was like lightning through her body. Grinding her little love button into the magic, she let out a loud, whorish moan.

The sensation of pleasure had her salivating. Even though she couldn’t catch the scent of his masculine musk, she was conditioned to associate pleasure with it. It made her hungry for him; she wanted him; she longed to worship his cock. The magic of her enchanted cage had made her smaller so she could comfortably walk around in the cage —- she could even fly in it if she so wanted… or, well, flutter up to the swing, or the wheel that she had for her exercise. "AH! Aaaaahn! Master!" she naughtily spoke. She knew she wasn’t allowed to speak without his permission. Her eyes unfocused, her arousal making a small puddle in the sand that coated the bottom of her cage. The stallion had spared no touch to make her feel like a bird… she was happy she was allowed the bathroom at least.

She felt his magic whipping across her flank. It wasn’t as harsh as his normal whippings, but it made her cry out in just the way he wanted her to. She was meant to perform the song he conducted her to perform, and whippings, pleasure and spankings where a part of that conducting. “Bad birdy!” he reprimanded, pulling the magic away from her clit, leaving her desperate. She cried out from the magical spanks to her flanks and drooling, winking foalhole.

“It appears my little song bird needs to remember her lessons,” he said with an evil smirk. She could feel his magic wrapping around her throat, filling her voicebox. She tried to protest, but instead of words a series of tweets passed her lips. Her eyes went wide. She couldn’t talk! He’d taken away her words! For a moment she panicked, and then she settled down: Master knows best. The mare blushed furiously as her Master showed off his new spell. Looking at him, she gave a small adoring smile.

Cherry cried out loudly as her flank was whipped once more by her Master's magic, her cheek resting against the cold bars of her cage. Letting an annoyed whimper pass her muzzle, she looked at the cruel stallion with pleading eyes.

He smiled back at her, allowing just a little genuine loving affection past his cruel persona. Watching him shape his magic into an all too familiar faux stallionhood made her whine lightly in need: she wanted it inside her, and she wanted it now. His teasing wasn’t too appreciated as the tip of her favourite toy rubbed at her entrance. “I want to hear those cute noises of yours,” he cooed softly.

For a moment she stared dumbly at him, her eyes half-lidded as she pressed back against the toy with a sweet series of chirps. She managed to sound pleading and desperate, even as the ponies watched her grinding her needy, wanton sex against the toy, screaming out as he slammed the toy inside her, it signalled the start of her song. She sung for the stallion in her most beautiful way, a mixture of tweets and cries of pleasure… Cherry hadn't known how to sing until she met her stallion —- he had taught her to sing for him.

The dildo was instantly hilted inside Cherry but didn't make any movements; it just stayed there inside her needy pussy. She felt his magic envelope her engorged clit once more and resume its vibrating to relentlessly tease her. She screamed and thrashed around, pressing herself against the bars; her wings flared out and presented. “That's good, my lovely little song bird, but you need to do better if you want to cum. Show everypony what a lovely voice you have, my birdie,” he crowed, whipping her across the flank harshly, coaxing out a cry of pained pleasure, leaving a painful welt on the tiny masochist mare’s flank.

She gripped the bars with her hooves to not fall over. She let out a wail of pure pleasure as her hips rocked forwards. He was letting her do all the work: she was expected to fuck herself on the faux stallionhood. She did as was expected of her: she thrust herself up and down along the cock, letting it stretch her insides to their limits, filling her with that divine fullness that she craved. Her eyes narrowed and her song became more impassioned from being penetrated. Rocking her hips back against the large flared faux stallionhood, she showed everypony in her crowd the depths of her needy depravity, showing off her beautiful singing voice as she screamed and squealed in absolute pleasure. She let out a series of little tweets in between, trying to say how good it felt.

“Good, my pretty little song bird,” he said gently, letting the magic that was teasing her clitoris pull and tug on it while still vibrating, adding a new layer of pain and pleasure to her torment, giving her the pain she was craving. She felt the dildo vibrate as he began rutting her hole with it, coaxing out more pleasure and ever louder screams. A tiny, almost invisible thread of magic made its way into her tail hole and gradually began expanding to form another replica of his cock. He produced magical lube for it and began pistoning in and out of her holes.

Cherry closed her eyes and slowly slipped into the sand of the cage, her eyes closed and her flank raised high as she shrieked in pleasure from the hard pounding each of her holes was receiving. Her eyes wandered the crowd as she shrieked out and rutted back against the two faux cocks abusing her holes so violently. Her hind legs trembled and she threatened to fall over entirely. Her pitch shifted as she gave her stallion the song he so desired. A mare captured halfway between climax and pain, she writhed upon the sand, her wings flared out at her sides as a puddle of her arousal formed on the ground below her, along with a puddle of drool at her muzzle… he was already going to need to change her cage after this.

“I've always wondered what you'd sound like degrading yourself in bird song,” he said with an amused purr to his voice, looking on in slight discomfort from the magical exertion. Cherry wasn’t a unicorn, but even to her it was clear he was pushing himself again. “Tell everypony what a naughty degenerate you are.”

She was lost in an ocean of pleasure. His magic had slammed the two toys inside her, intense vibrations shocking through her, tweaking her sensitive little pleasure button, pinching, pulling, grinding it. Her tweets were feverish. She was saying things most definitely not appropriate for a mare of her apparent age and her cheeks revealed that she was blushing even harder than she had been before. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum, and she was desperately pleading for it.

A buttery yellow pegasus blushed furiously as she looked at the tiny filly-like mare. Her words were soft as she spoke, though carried over the silent crowd. Most ponies were staring in rapt attention at the tiny mare’s song. “Oh… my… such language…” The mare hid behind her cotton candy pink mane, though was sneakily peeking through the strands. She retreated a little, trying to snuggle into the side of a large red earth pony stallion with a blond mane.

Catching a glimpse of sweat running down Gale’s forehead, Cherry wanted to put a stop to it. At least she was considering it when the two faux cocks started pistoning into her powerfully. He clearly had other ideas,: he wanted to see her cum and the brutal nature of the thrusts made that evident to her. His command was simple, straightforward: “Cum!”

She did just that — she obeyed and let go, letting herself fall over the edge into an ocean of pure sexual satisfaction. Her screaming and cries reached a crescendo, her body falling to the sand at the bottom of the cage as she cried out and writhed in pure bliss. Her juices flowed freely from her wanton winking marehood. With her eyes closed, she showed everypony how she was making a mess of her cage with her clear marecum. Eventually she just lay there, spent and panting heavily.

She remained like that for a few long moments. It always felt nice basking in the afterglow of a climax, and a performance of her special song. “The show is over, everypony,” she heard her Master announce to the crowd. The familiar click of the lock announced him opening her cage. The tingle of his magic surrounding her felt pleasant against her coat. Smiling, she let him levitate her out of the cage, and into his warm loving embrace, his wings wrapping warmly around her still panting trembling form. She blinked, when had he cast that illusion? She wasn’t quite sure; she hadn’t noticed them before now.

“How are you, my little song bird?” he asked, softly brushing the sand off her coat.

She smiled up at him and nodded gently, her lips curling into a smirk as she tweeted at him, reminding him that she couldn't talk yet. She happily leaned in to kiss him on the muzzle though; it was easily clear after a month of being with her that she was doing great.

Watching her stallion grin down at her made her shiver ever so slightly. It told her that he was planning something. She was surprised to realise that that something was pulling her into a deep loving kiss, one she eagerly returned, letting her tongue dance with his, tasting the subtle traces of honey on his breath. She moaned into the kiss, melting against him like a piece of chocolate in the scorching sun. She could feel his magic upon her throat once more.

He nibbled on her ear, whispering softly to enjoy her sweet moan. “Does little song bird want some feed?”

She nodded with a gentle smile. “You should… take it easy on the magic, Master. I can already see you getting close to a burn out.” She snuggled up closer to him, giving him a series of beautiful, melodic tweets. "Where did you even learn this spell?" she asked with an inquisitive look at her Master.

Smirking a little, she prodded at his cheek, enjoying the bright blush that was growing. “A certain, section… in the bookstore. And maybe… and maybe I had some help from Autumn Delight,” he commented sheepishly.

"Of course you'd ask her,." Cherry chuckled lightly, leaning in to peck him on the nose. "Actually… can you get her to add this version of the enchantment to the collar?" She blushed a little. "I… like the tweeting.," she mumbled softly, looking away from him. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he chuckled at her.

“Of course, sweet Songbird.” He nodded affirmation before leaning down and nipping at her neck to give her some love bites. She let out cute little moans of pleasure as she felt his love bites. Her eyes rolled back, letting herself surrender to his warm and safe embrace.

"Maaaaaaster~ Y-you're spoiling me!" she crowed.

“So? I like spoiling my prized pet. I might even make pizza tonight, get us some cider while we read a book.”

She moaned and mewled in response to him showering her neck in little love bites. "Hmm… that sounds fun, Master! What's next? An even more lavish cage? A trip to the aviary?" She giggled softly. "So you can sip tea while I play with the other birdies?"

“I think that sound like a delightful way to spend the afternoon,” he said with a small grin forming on his muzzle. “Do you want to play with the other birdies?” he asked as she buried her muzzle into his neck.

She blushed a little. There were still a few ponies watching them, but she paid them no mind. It was hard to pay anything mind as his magic ran through her wings, realigning feathers, pulling out damaged ones. It lacked the intimacy of manual preening… but it was no less relaxing to her. “Yes, Master,” she sensually moaned out her answer to his question. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed.

“Alright, but first let me hear some of those sweet tweets, little songbird.” She could hear his tone was honest, genuinely wanting to hear her. Smiling she placed her fore-hooves to his chest, starting to tweet softly into his ears. Knowing he had no idea she was telling him how gorgeous he was, or how much she loved him, she did her best to keep her tone sweet, letting her emotions reflect in the tone of her tweets.

She started to mewl and moan into his ear, one of her hooves reaching down to lightly caress her little love button. She wanted to sing her special, private song for him. To her disappointment, he captured her hoof after the second strike. Hearing his horn light up sent a shiver down her spine.

“Noooooo…” he said pointedly, pulling her hoof away from her wanton sex. “Behave like a good little birdy, or I will put you in chastity.”

Biting her bottom lip she relented with a light coo of, “yes, Master.” She stuck out her tongue playfully afterwards.

Cherry squeaked in alarm as her tongue was almost instantly captured in his magic, and pulled upwards, forcing her into an uncomfortable position. “You’re such a cheeky little bird. I think you need a proper name: something more befitting your nature,” he mused to himself, making her cry out with delight as he pulled her tongue up just a little. “Oh I know! How about ‘Cheeka’?” The silly name prompted a blush from the mare.

"T-that's the worst pun ever!" she said with a small smirk and a roll of her eyes. "I love you, Snowy."

“I'll let you get away with that one, Cheeka!” he chuckled lightly, lavishing her cheek with slow grooming licks. She couldn’t help but squirm against his licks.

Smiling, Cherry curled up into his embrace softly cooing at him, her eyes half-lidded. "I'd like to go to the aviary, Master… I want to fly for a little."

With a flash of magic, her cage and its stand were returned to the place where he had summoned them from. She smiled as he placed her on his back, her all time favourite perch. He carried her off to the pegasus aviary, excitement building inside of her at the prospect of being allowed to fly with the other birdies!

“I love you, Cherry,” he stated firmly.

She climbed on top of his head, mushing his mane in the process. Hanging upside down in front of him, she pressed her lips against his. “I love you too, Snowy.”

<<< The End? >>>

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I would like to take the moment now that everything is done. First of all I would like to thank Manifest Harmony for allowing me to write in the Clocktower Society setting. It has been a great pleasure to work with the setting, and I would also like to thank Harmony for doing the wonderful art that you have been seeing throughout the story.

If you have not read Manifest Harmony's wonderful story that started everything you can give it a looksie here: Clocktower Society – Your Safe Word is Law

If you have already read the original, and you love sweet romance that is brilliantly written with optional but wonderful clop, then I highly recommenced checking out Double Rainboom's Razzle Dazzle, Extra Sprinkles!

I would also like to extend my thank the following people. becasue without them this story wouldn't have happend or be if significant less quality.
* Master Whitechainsaw for being a big encouragement to continue pursuing my writing, his proof reading and wonderful support.
* Manifest Harmony for all the things mentioned above and being a massive inspiration to write this. Along with being wonderfully supportive.
* VitalSpark for putting up with my horirble writing and editing it for me :heart:
* ScopeEva for editing and offering advice on how to improve..
* The Villain in Glasses for editing and offering advice on how to improve.

I would of course also like to thank you lovely people for reading this story!

With that I will sign off,
Happy Hunting my little angels!