Hunter's Moon

Chapters

Star Hunter
A Tour to Remember
Predators' Night
Going Home

Star Hunter

Not much set Star Hunter apart from the crowds thronging the streets of Hollow Shades. His grocery in his saddle bags bore no distinguishing marks or features. Neither did the anonymity of his dark brown coat and that of his short and spiky mane. One might say he was more ‘bat-like’ than ‘pony-like’ than his thestral kin, perhaps. No, his only truly distinguishable feature was his cutie mark: a group of white stars connected by blue lines to create the constellation Orion.

Perhaps the best way to describe Star Hunter was that he was indeed very ‘thestral’, much like his home of Hollow Shades. His parents always told him he held the night and the stars in him, just like the town around him.

Then, as now, on either side of him were buildings made of the same dark wood as the trees in the forest his tribe customarily inhabited. Most of the ones on the ground were two to three stories tall, with curved roofs that ended in a point with tall spires in the middle. Among them were a scattered few whichs looked like towers topped with wooden domes. These ground level buildings were mainly shops, government buildings, and the like.

Above both was an entirely different district. Tree houses wrapped themselves around mammoth trunks with sidewalks circling each one. A separate set of streets linked the arboral homes; each were connected to the others by rope bridges and ramps that allowed those who could not fly up to the neighborhood above.

No matter how different, all the buildings in Hollow Shades shared one element in common: each one centered it’s facing with a large arching window, and from each came an orange light that carried with it the scent of burning leaves and wood.

After walking for a while, Hunter saw a familiar crossroad. The quiet stallion pondered his course. He could, of course, continue to go straight and reach his home all the more quickly so he could get to work writing the next chapter of his book. However, if he turned left he could visit one of his favorite stores in town to see if anything new had arrived.

In the end, he decided to turn left. He could use a little break; his deadline was still several months away. Besides, even if he didn’t see anything new there was always the chance he run into a friend or two.

Natalus Street looked just like every other street in town at first. The further Hunter trotted, though, the more it became apparent that he was in an entirely different part of town. The buildings here were spaced further apart. Most of their windows even had their shutters closed. Those that didn’t, had a dim red light streaming from within, instead of the homey orange.

The smoky crimson silhouetted groups of mares looking down at the streets for anypony who wanted company for an hour or two. There were even a few street trotters, wearing heavy eyeliner and fishnet stockings on their rear legs, who carefully approaching passers by who looked like they might be interested. Looking further ahead, he could see that many of the other ponies were tourists who had either gotten lost or were simply looking for a good time away from prying eyes.

Hunter was thankful that the building he was heading to was located right before he got in too deep. Not that he minded the mares ahead. Thestrals were more comfortable around the idea of sex in almost all of its forms than the rest of Equestria. There were only a few things they didn’t approve of, like cheating on your spouse or rape. And because of this, members of the Sol Invictus Church were almost non-existent here, a fact that made Hollow Shades the perfect place for the other pony tribes to come down to have a little fun. Still, Hunter couldn’t help but feel annoyed seeing them pretend that they were asking the mares for the time or making excuses for themselves.

A bell rung as he entered. He paused at what he saw. All around him were tables displaying various selections of dildos and flesh lights. Sex-based board games, fetish outfits, kink supplies, and more lined the walls. And, in the middle of the room, flapping her wings to stay in the air was Passionate Night, an ash grey mare with a black mane that had a green strip running down its middle. She didn’t turn around to greet him, instead she continued to work on installing a sex swing. Looking at it with its thick, black twisted rope, straps, and O-rings caused the stallion to pause for a moment.

Hunter walked around the mare, now safely secure in the sex swing, with a riding crop in his mouth. His slave was tightly secure with all four hooves strapped in tightly, her front legs held above her head by the black ropes. Her lower legs were a different story. They were kept at the mare’s body level and kept wide apart so he would have easy access to her two unoccupied holes.

The mare let out a moan, muffled by the ball gag in her mouth, as she stared at her master with anticipation. With a jerk of his head, the crop struck her flank, causing his cock warmer to cry out in both pain and delight. The sound pleased him greatly so he struck her again, right above her teats. He was rewarded once more with another delightful sound while watching her dripping wet foalhole wink at him. Hunter knew what his mare wanted, what she craved day and night. But he wouldn’t give it to her just yet. No, there was so much more he had planned before he used her to warm his cock.

And he had a whole stores worth of material to use. All he needed to do was-

“Hunter, you there?” The mare’s voice snapped Hunter out of his daydream with a start. Doing his best not to gasp out in shock, he noticed that the mare who had been putting up the sex swing now standing several feet in front of him with a concerned look on her face.

“I, er,” began Hunter, slightly embarrassed that his imagination had run away from him.

“I asked if you liked the swing,” said Passionate Nights, looking a little relieved. “You’ve been staring at it since you got here. It’s called the Ouch, made for ponies who like it a bit rougher. If you like it, it’ll only cost three hundred bits.”

“Oh,” said Hunter as he averted his eyes. “N-No thanks. I’m not into that kind of stuff. Just here to see if there are any new magazines and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Really? You sure?” asked Passionate with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes,” replied Hunter quickly, already making his way towards the magazines. As he did, he passed by some blow up sex dolls of all four princesses, Daring Do, and other famous ponies. The product promised a magical enchantment that would give them a more realistic feel, but that was all Hunter managed to read as he quickly made his way over to the magazines.

Hunter let out a sigh of relief as he arrived in the safety of the magazine corner. He looked at his usuals to see if any of them were good. The first one he spotted focused on mares in glasses with this month’s cover-mare appearing to be in a library, her lemon colored flank pointed at him with her tail half raised. However, something seemed off with this mare. She didn’t seem…nerdy or adorkable enough. It was as if they just got a model, slapped some glasses on her and thought nopony could tell the difference. Without bothering to look in the book, the brown stallion saw his next choice which, as usual, contained zebra mares getting gangbanged by pony stallions. The cover was very tantalizing: the zebra was on her back, her back holes covered by a censor bar, with five or six stallions in fake Royal Canterlot Guard armor. Yes, this promised to be a very good read.

As he picked it up, Hunter noticed the magazine next to it. It was a BDSM magazine. The mare on its cover was on her hind-knees with her forelegs tied behind her back. She had an O-ring in her mouth and a pair of clover clamps on her teats. . Next to said teats were a pair of weights suspended in a magical glow, threatening imminent contact with her clamps. Quickly, Hunter turned his head towards a farm mare porno mag before-

The scent of hay and manure filled his lungs as he took a deep breath. Neither of these things bothered him as he took in his prize. The well-toned earth mare’s white coat and neon blue braided mane were dirty, both from her hard day working on the farm and the tussle they had when he caught her. He had kept this slave guessing, never knowing when her master would come to her farm house to take her. She had no idea that for the last several days he had stalked her, waiting for the right moment to strike so he wouldn’t interfere with her work or worry her family. That moment had finally come as she was finishing up her chores and her little brother had just left to spend time with his friends. He had loved how she screamed in surprise when he had grabbed her from behind and then flown them into the farm house. Now here she was, on her knees with her forehooves and rear hooves tied together and pushing her stomach towards him.

In his hoof, Hunter held a clover clamp with a weight attached to it. His toy could see it clearly, looking at it with a mix of fear and desire. Perhaps she was afraid of the weight since it looked bigger than the ones he would normally use. But Hunter wasn’t worried in the slightest. She was a strong mare and he knew she could handle this. Once he clipped this onto her teat he would then take her throat, ramming his unsheathed cock into its warmer while her screams caused it to vibrate. Only when they dulled would he attach the next-

Hunter shook his head again, dismissing the daydream before his cock really did unsheathe in this store. He then quickly took the farm mare mag that had the picture of the white earth mare as well as the zebra one, went up to the register, and paid Passionate for the two of them before high tailing it home.

As Hunter flew home, he chastised himself for allowing his imagination to run wild like that, twice. These daydreams had been happening to him ever since his parents gave him ‘the talk’. He remembered the first one was just him and a filly from school, sneaking off behind the school building to kiss heatedly. But within a year or two, those innocent daydreams became more heated and vivid. Nowadays his fantasies had a common theme to them. A few days ago he looked at a trio of identical sisters and saw himself rutting one of them in the ass while he hoofed the other two’s pussies in public. Yesterday he saw the local school teacher and daydreamed about tying her up on her desk, legs spread so that she could not hide her moist flower as he wrote lewd phrases across her coat.

There was a part of him that wanted to try out one of these fantasies at least once. To find some willing partner who would submit herself to him. Yet with all the mares he had been with, none of them ever seemed to want to explore sex beyond a good rutting. He could have brought it up himself, however he was afraid of how they would react if they found out he was interested in that sort of thing and they weren’t. Best case scenario in that situation would be her calling him a freak and never speaking to him again.

The worst case was being reported to the Sol Invictus Church. As far as he was concerned, the Sol Invictus was a group of Celestia-worshiping prudes, doing everything in their power to keep Equestria looking squeaky clean. Legally, they couldn’t stop him, but they would ruin his life. Hunter had heard from a friend living in Fillydelphia that a store owner had been outed for having a watersports fetish. The Sol Invictus were on him like a pack of timberwolves, publicly shaming him and boycotting his store. It quickly became implied that anypony who shopped there supported both his and his ‘unnatural’ lifestyle. Not wanting to become targets themselves, ponies steered clear of the building until it went out of business. Now, the owner was a bum living on the streets.

There were similar cases all over Equestria going back as far as he could remember. If a spell researcher living in Canterlot practiced some unconventional sex, well, both he and whatever he was working on would be ruined. Actors and singers quickly lost their jobs. Authors had had their books taken off shelves and banned. That was something that Hunter refused to let happen! He had worked too hard, competing with hundreds of other ponies to get his books published by a major publishing company, he wasn’t about to throw it all away for some kinky sex.

Thankfully they couldn’t be everywhere and stop everything. And Hollow Shades happened to be one of the towns that they had deemed ‘unfit’ to set hoof in. Thestrals were considered ‘a lost cause’ and ‘Lunatics’ by the church. Those who left the safety of their home would either be shamed or asked if they had left to join the rest of Equestria in Harmony.

Finally, Hunter arrived home at his tree house. The inside was just as he had left it, somewhat messy but not to any extreme degree that would cause him any embarrassment should, say, an unexpected visitor dropped by. . As he walked past the kitchen table to put his groceries away, he placed the mags next to a stack of police documents from Fillydelphia. These documents detailed a few closed murder cases that Hunter needed for inspiration in his next detective novel.

Before he could open the fridge, however, there was a knock on the door. Sighing, Hunter set his saddle bags on the ground before heading to the door. When he opened it, he saw a pegasus mare smiling at him. She had a light blue coat and a white mane that had a yellow stripe zig-zagging through the middle.

“Hello,” she said politely. “Am I addressing Mr. Star Hunter?”

“Yes,” replied Hunter slowly as he eyed her.

“Excellent,” she said warmly. “There is something I would like to speak to you about. Do you mind if I come in so we could speak more privately?”

Hunter paused to think about this before answering. He had no idea who this mare was or why she was here. He deduced that she was most likely not a tourist. The lack of a camera suggested that much, so did the fact that tourists never ventured up here. Seeing as she knew his name, there was a possibility that she was a fan of his. That too seemed to be unlikely since his book sold only decently. Puzzled as he was, Hunter felt at least reassured by the fact that she didn’t appear to have any nefarious intentions. Yet.

“Come on in,” he said as he moved out of the doorway. “And just call me Hunter.” The mare thanked him as she walked in, Hunter closing the door behind her. As Hunter turned, he saw that the mare had moved towards the kitchen table and had seated herself down near where he had placed his porno. If she saw it or even cared was beyond him, her expression never changing.

“I’m sure you are wondering who I am and, more importantly, why I am here,” she said as Hunter moved to sit across from her. “My name is Lightning Wing, and I belong to a group that wishes to extend to you an invitation to join us.” With that, Lightning placed a card on the table.

For a moment, Hunter stared at the card with interest. It bore a two simple words written in bold type - Clocktower Society. He had never heard of this ‘Clocktower Society’ before. Who were they? What did they want with him? Perhaps they were a publishing house wanting established talent or something of that nature?

“Well I’m flattered by your invitation,” said Hunter as he looked up at her with a half-smile. “But I’ve never heard of this… Clocktower Society before.”

Lightning chuckled. “No, no you wouldn’t,” she said. “We are an ancient secret society that has remained hidden since the beginning of Equestria. The Clocktower Society exists to provide a place for ponies with certain interests to indulge themselves safely, without the fear of public persecution. Recently we were made aware that you shared in these interests. We would normally ask somepony close to you to handle the invite, but you have no friends or family members who are members. So I was given the privilege of opening this door for you.”

It was then that Lightning pulled out a document and set it on the table. Hunter could tell just by looking at it that were was a powerful spell on it. So powerful, in fact, that the air around it vibrated and glow blue with power. Giving the mare a quick glance, he then lowered his head to see what it said. Basically, if he were to sign this he would be unable to tell anyone, be they pony or otherwise, about who had seen or where the locations of Clocktower facilities were.

“You…you’re really dedicated to keeping this a secret,” was all Hunter could say when he looked up.

“Naturally,” replied Lightning. “I wish I could give you more details, but I cannot until you sign this contract.”

Hunter glanced downwards. “What happens after I sign this?” he asked. “Will you tell me what this Clocktower Society is about?”

“That and more,” replied the mare. “If you aren’t busy, I can take you there myself for a tour. You will be given a visitor’s pass and allowed a taste of what we have to offer. Then… the rest is up to you. You can either become a member, or you can walk away and nopony will think any less of you for it. Of course, if you do walk away you can always change your mind later. We are not putting any pressure on you to do anything you don’t want to do. The door is open Star Hunter. What happens next is up to you.”

For a moment, Hunter thought about just passing her the contact. It sounded incredibly foolish, and even dangerous, to sign up with some group he knew nothing about. Even more so to follow a stranger to a place he didn’t know. But perhaps it was because of her lack of pressure mixed with his own curiosity that was causing him to seriously considering this. How did that phrase go? Nothing ventured nothing gained?

So Star Hunter signed the contract right there, wanting to see what was through the door.

A Tour to Remember

“Well, this isn’t what I expected,” said Hunter as he sat at a small table inside a tea room. Specifically, the Clocktower Society’s tea room. The interior was everything a pony would usually see at a café — a round table that would hold three to six ponies, with various creams and sugars arranged in the middle. Except instead of the special of the day, the little stand at the center of the table displayed announcements for members. His particular one read ‘Predators Night: Your prey awaits you in The City!’

Otherwise the other tables seemed normal enough. Ponies sat while drinking tea or coffee, eating sugary snacks, and talking amongst themselves. Hunter was unable to hear what they were talking about however, nor was he skilled in lip reading.

What made this a little different from other cafés were the seating areas, set in floating white gazebos. Below them was a field of flowers of every color a pony could imagine. There were normal flowers like daisies and tulips which gave off a pleasant scent. Then there were the more exotic types like Snowdrop Kisses — A pure white flower with little icicles hanging off of its petals that would shed snowflakes when the wind blew. It was hard to believe that all of this was in a secret underground society.

“Well, what were you expecting?” asked Lightning with a coy smile. Before entering the tea room, Lightning Wing had excused herself for a moment to get changed into something more…’appropriate’. She had returned dressed in a frilly blue Prench maid’s uniform, her neck adorned with a white-frilled red collar and matching hoof straps. There was also a bell attached to the end of her tail that drew Hunter’s eye before she sat down.

True to her word, as soon as Hunter had finished signing the contract back in Hollow Shades, Lightning Wing had told him everything he wanted know, starting with what the Clocktower Society was. According to her, it was a place where ponies (as well as many other races) could freely engage in kinky domination and submission. A place where ponies like him could live out their fantasies without judgement. You want to be treated like a pet to be kept in a cage until you’re played with or milked like a cow? No problem! You want to have your own harem of mares calling you master while begging to suck your cock? Go right ahead! You want to be rutted and whipped at the same time in public by random strangers? Anything was possible at the Society.

Hunter felt a mix of emotions at this. Shock - that they had somehow discovered his secret desires. Surprise - that something like this existed in Equestria. Fear - that this might be some sort of trap by the church or, worse, some other organization that planned to sell him in the one of those Griffonstone black markets. Or perhaps there was something else going on. Perhaps this was one of Discord’s ploys to seed chaos by brainwashing ponies, or some other force bent on destroying Equestria from within. But there was also hope that it was all true and that they wanted him to join.

It was Lightning Wing herself that helped Hunter believe that this might be true. It wasn’t so much what she was saying, but how she said it, her voice full of fiery passion. Her eyes remained focused on him with absolute certainty, never shifting around or betraying nervousness. When she spoke of the Society there was clear devotion in her eyes, her voice. There was this sense of longing as if she wanted to return as soon as she could. Every once in awhile, a hoof would wander towards her neck as she spoke of some of the activities members were allowed to enjoy. It became clear to Hunter that Lightning was not making this up, that she believed in what she was saying.

Hunter listened on as she explained the core philosophy of their Society. “Think of it like a haunted house attraction,” she explained, “Ponies visit it for the illusion of fear. They want to be scared, even if it’s just for a moment. They allow themselves to enter and feel that fear before leaving with no real harm done to them. That is similar to how Clocktower works: ponies who enter a Clocktower facility do so because they want to. They wish to live out their fantasies, show their devotion, and then go home as they were when they arrived. And, just like in a haunted house, if things are are getting a little too much they can end it.”

Hunter was taking in her explanation when she offered him a tour of the Clocktower. They could either leave tonight or they could visit another day of his choosing. While the stallion still had some concerns, his curiosity was far too powerful a force to be denied.

After all, nothing ventured nothing gained. He had already come a long way, spirited away through a portal hidden in his hometown to an ancient clocktower in the middle of nowhere, through all the guards and security, to make it this far. He might as well go the full nine yards.

“I don’t know,” said Hunter as he took a sip of his strawberry kiwi smoothie. “When you told me about this place, I imagined everything would have some sort of fetish theme to it. Like this tea room. Coming in here I expected mares and stallions to be used as the tables or something like that.”

“Oh we have that,” Lightning giggled, “But that’s down in the dungeons for members only. We don’t like to throw new members into the metaphorical ocean on their first visit. Doing that would scare many potential members away within the first ten minutes of their visit.”

“I guess that makes sense,” he said before giving her outfit another look. “So…what happens now? Do I have to wear one of those outfits and a collar or what?”

“Only if that’s your thing,” said Lightning as she winked at him. “I wear this because I am part of the Clocktower Maid Service, a group that keeps this place going. And this collar marks me as a submissive, a slave basically, while I’m here. Both of these are my choice. If you see yourself like that then you can also wear these when you become a member.”

Hunter nodded at that before thinking. He didn’t feel like he was submissive, nor had any of his fantasies ever put him in such a position. He always dominated over another and it aroused him greatly.

“As for what happens now,” continued Lightning, “That depends on you. After you are finished touring the areas that you are allowed to, we ask that you wait a minimum of five days to consider if you want to join or not. If you want to become a member there will be a few more steps you’ll have to go through. We’ll need to run a more detailed background check on you as well as a complete medical examination to make sure you are safe to join. Then we need to make sure you’re a productive member of society, you know, holding down some kind of job or looking after a family or something. Once all that is done you will need to attend a few classes so that you know the ins and outs of Clocktower, all the safewords and health and safety jazz. After that you will either be fitted for your collar, your own mask or both. Only when all of that is complete will you be able to join in on the fun!”

As Hunter finished off his smoothie, he had to admit to himself that he was impressed by how thorough the Society was. It put his mind to ease to know that whoever he met down there would not be some crazy psychopath or carrying a dozen STDs. It was also good to know that there would be classes that would fill him in on all the important details. The last thing he wanted was to hurt somepony with his inexperience.

“Alright,” said Hunter. “What else is there to see?”

“Well,” began Lightning, “Since you are only a visitor you can only look what is available on this floor, so that kind of limits you. We have a couple of stores like the gift shop and toy shop, but if you really want to know what it’s like to be a member here you should check out either the movie theater or the viewing galleries. I’m positive anything playing at the theatres will give you an idea of we’ve got to offer. The viewing galleries, on the other hoof, are an unscripted view of everything that goes on around here.”

Hunter sat there for a moment weighing his options. The stores were not really anything he wanted to see right now. He had taken a peek at the gift shop on his way into the tea room and it looked like it sold novelty crap like the sort one could find at any amusement park. He had an idea what the toy shop was like but really didn’t have any need for them at this moment. The movie theater sounded good, but Hunter wanted to see what he could do here with his own eyes. Not some scripted or educational thing.

“I’d like to see the galleries,” Hunter finally decided as he stood up.

“Oh, a very good choice,” replied Lightning with a knowing smile as she joined him. “I’ll be sure to give you the full tour. Oh there is so much to see like the Slave Pens, the Communal Cum Baths, the Tentacle Pit, and-”

“Lightning Wing!” shouted a voice through a speaker system just as the two of them were taking to the air. The voice sounded like it had gone through some sort of magical filter, making it hard to tell if it was a male or female voice. But while it could hide the gender, it could not hide its owner’s obvious frustration. “Report to the head office this instant! This concerns your daughter. Again!”

“Oh Dusty, what have you done this time?” murmured Lightning as they glided out of the tea room with their gazebo floating towards the back of the garden, most likely to be cleaned by the staff. Soon the pair landed just outside the door in the vast marble hallway. Once all eight hooves touched the ground, Lightning Wing turned to look at Hunter with an apologetic look on her face. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to deal with this. I’ll see if I can’t find you somepony else to escort you around. Until then, would you mind waiting in the viewing gallery?”

“Sure,” replied Hunter with a shrug. “Just show me where to go.”

Using a wing, Lightning pointed down the grand hallway they were in towards a corridor. “Down there you’ll find a gilded double door,” said Lightning quickly, “Please remain in there and do not go looking around by yourself. Especially the lower floors!” Hunter nodded and soon the pair parted ways.

As soon as Hunter entered the area marked ‘Viewing Gallery’ he noticed two things — The first most striking thing was a musky scent in the air, the unmistakable odour of an aroused mare. The second was a sign that helpfully informed him of the rules of this area. Thankfully they were few, basically saying that everypony was allowed to observe and indulge themselves as long as they did nothing too ‘extreme’. Doms were allowed to use their subs and subs were allowed to pleasure their doms. Simple and straightforward.

Looking around, Star Hunter saw a dimly-lit corridor that was lined by tall glass walls. Rows of viewer platforms were mounted in front of the glass so that whoever was up here could get a better view of the action below. There were also more signs on the side of each section of glass that would help the viewer make sense of what they were looking at.

Hunter also noticed that he wasn’t alone. Ahead of him, looking out of the first window, was a unicorn mare wearing a dark sweater and glasses. Her mane was a soft shade of amaranth with purple and violet stripes that went well with her light yellowish coat. Hunter could not see her eyes. They were focused on what was below her. She was clearly aroused by what she saw for she had a hoof rubbing against her petals, releasing the scent he had detected upon entering.

The irresistible sight urged his cock to unsheathe slightly. He licked his lips. Not only was he getting to see a mare doing her best to get off right in front of him, but she also had that nerdy/bookworm appearance that he found attractive.

But who was she? There were a few possibilities that Hunter could think of; She was either a visitor like him, or she was a dom or sub who came up here to watch the ongoings below and get herself off in private. Based on what he knew, it was unlikely that she was a sub, seeing as she didn’t appear to have a collar on. But then again, he still didn’t know all the rules so he could be wrong.

Without saying a word, Hunter moved towards the window the mare was transfixed with. Once he was close enough he began to hear noises. Sounds of ponies moaning, wet slapping, and screams of pleasure filled his ears. It had to be some sort of enchantment on the glass that only activated once a pony was close enough. The noise alone was enough for his cock to become fully unsheathed and hard, pressing at his belly as he looked down.

Below him was a sight he’d never forget. What he saw was a large room that looked like it was made out of a cave, chiseled over time to become what it was today. Along its walls were cages both large and small containing mares. Focusing on the caged mares, the images magnifying thanks to the windows magic, Hunter saw that they all had collars of red or white with matching hoof straps. Looking even closer, he managed to make out that some of the mares had clover clamps attached to their teats and clit. Several of these mares had their hoof straps tied to the ceiling of their small and narrow cages, forcing them to stand on their hind legs while trusting their lower region forwards. Others had their hoof straps secured to the floor, the rear legs spread obscenely with leg spreaders while their tails were moved to the side making sure that their winking slits were both visible and accessible to any who desired them.

One cage that caught Hunter’s attention held not a mare, but a female griffon! Like the mares, she too was wearing a collar and a white one at that. She gripped the top of her cage with her claws while pressing her body against the bars. The stallion could see her pressing her slit against the cold steel, her juices flowing wildly.

As Hunter pulled his eyes away from the griffon, he started to take in the rest of the room. There were also mares being held up by either their forelegs or hindlegs by chains attached to wooden beams above them. Near them were booths that had various mares tied up by ropes in positions that exposed their holes for anyone who wished to give them a try. Finally he saw mares lying on pillows, willingly presenting themselves as they cooed out.

Outside the cages were ponies, stallions and mares, all wearing masks. Hunter had a strong impression that they were doms, masters and mistresses. They strolled around, examining the mares the way one might examine a puppy they might wish to purchase. Some seemed to chat up the slaves while holding out a hoof which the mare licked with passion, pausing only to answer questions that her potential master asked. Others took the slaves out of their cages after affixing a leash to their collar by slipping it through the ring on their collar, and then having the mare attach the three ends to her clover clamps. Once out in the open they would begin to inspect the collared mares as if they were livestock. They forced open the sub’s mouths to check their teeth and throats before inspecting the softness of their fur and the scent of their mare juices.

Others were not so kind as Hunter quickly found out. He watched as an earth pony, a mare given her appearance, opened up a cage to pull out a unicorn mare. The bound mare barely had time to gather what was happening before the masked earth pony mare dropped her pussy onto the unicorn’s horn. As the masked mare began to ride the horn as if it were a cock, she reached forwards to play with the slave’s pussy. A few cages over a pegasus stallion stopped in front of one of the larger cages and pulled out two mares. Once outside he grabbed one of them by the head before shoving his cock into her throat while the other watched. After a few minutes he pulled out, much to the slave’s disappointment, before doing the same to the second mare. Eventually this master seemed to come to a decision, throwing the second mare back into her cage and tying a leash onto the first.

Hunter turned to find two masked stallions double teaming one mare hanging by her forelegs from a wooden beam. They had circled the mare like sharks circling their potential prey as the mare watched with both fear and longing. Every once in a while one of them would reach out, startling her slightly as they smacked her peach colored coat. Soon they grew tired of this game and, as if of one mind, moved towards her defenseless holes. As he watched them thrust their members into her holes in a single motion and making the mare scream loudly, Hunter felt his member harden to its maximum while his wings extended upwards in a quick, sudden motion.

“AHH!” shouted the mare next to him, the motion of his wings finally alerting her to his presence. Startled, the mare fliched away from him suddenly. She almost fell on her back in fright, her mare-juice-covered hoof clutching her heart. Her eyes scanned him, widening slightly when she noticed his cock pressed against his stomach. For a moment the mare looked like she was trying to decide if she should flee or not. She then gulped before nervously saying, “Uh, hi?”

“Hello,” replied Hunter as his cock twitched slightly. The fearful yet aroused tone of her voice was almost enough to push him over the edge. He could feel a bit of his own pre-cum leak against his stomach. “Sorry about scaring you.”

“T-That’s fine,” she replied as her eyes trailed down to quickly glance at his member, a blush appearing on her face as she did so. “I shouldn’t have been doing this here anyways. Oh Celestia, I can’t believe I was clopping in public like that. But when I saw what was going on…there was nopony else around and I figured…”

For a moment, nopony said anything. Both mare and stallion stared at their hooves for a moment trying their best to figure out what to say in this awkward situation.

“Sooo,” began Hunter as he looked up, causing the mare to look up as well. “Are you a member here or…?”

“No,” replied the mare. “I’m just a visitor. You?”

“Same,” replied Hunter with his best calming smile. “Oh, my name is Star Hunter by the way.”

“Wait,” said the mare in surprise as she blinked at him. “Star Hunter? As in Star Hunter, writer of Rose Street, Bloody Street?”

Hunter hesitated for a moment. He could easily tell her no, that he just happened to have the same name. After all the years of keeping his fetishes secret, why should he admit who he really was to a complete stranger, at a place like this no less. Yet, considering the type of place this was as well as how hard they worked to keep the secret, he didn’t think that she’s go around telling ponies.

“I am,” said Hunter, his cheeks burning up a tad. “I take it you like my books?”

The mare looked slightly uneasy now, rubbing the back of her head with her hoof. “Well…I’ve only read one and it was ok,” she said slowly. “I mean, the story was really good and had me at the edge of my seat, but the killer needed some work. For somepony to come up with such a complex way of covering up his crime, she seemed rather…flat.”

Hunter’s ears flattened against his head as he sighed. “Yeah, the critics have said the same thing,” he said with a sigh. “Among other things.”

“Maybe you need to look up some criminal psychology books,” said the mare kindly with a half-smile. “I know several that might help out if you are interested.”

“Well,” began Hunter, “I guess it couldn’t hurt. Thanks, er…”

“Moondancer,” she supplied with a shy smile.

From there, the two exchanged stories on how they came to be visitors here at Clocktower while looking down at the slaves below. As it turns out, Moondancer had been in the library when she found a misshelved book in the pottery section of the Canterlot library. Having never heard of its author, Love Song, she became curious to see what it contained. As it turned out, the book was full of very raunchy stories containing BDSM. At first, Moondancer just closed the book, returned it to its proper shelf, and went on with her studies. She admitted to Hunter that she had had sex before, but it had been more about curiosity and didn’t feel as great as some had let on. So a book about sex, even something as extreme as that, wouldn’t matter to her. That would have been the end of it, had she not begun to have very vivid dreams pertaining to what she had read. While she didn’t go into much detail on these dreams, she was willing to admit that several times she had awoken to sheets stained with her mare cum. In the end, she returned to the library only to find out that somepony else had checked the book out. Not wanting to wait, she searched several bookstores until she found the book she wanted and more.

For several weeks she read these books within the privacy and safety of her own home. As she continued to read them she felt like she was becoming enthralled with the ideas presented in these stories, wishing she could try them out. Wanting to know more, she began to search the bookstores for similar books when she was spotted by her friends. Rather than be disgusted by her tastes, they instead revealed that they enjoyed the same thing and that they belonged to the Clocktower Society. Over the course of the next few days, Moondancer met up with her friends for private-and-totally-not-awkward lunches at their homes to tell Moondancer about some of the things they had experienced at the Society while also answering her many questions. They eventually got her a visitor’s pass for a tour which she agreed to on the spot.

When they had arrived at Clocktower, they brought Moondancer straight to the viewing gallery. That was when Lemon Hearts got the sudden idea to introduce Moondancer to some of the ponies they had met during their time there. The rest of the group agreed, leaving Moondancer all by herself. Until now.

After a while the two decided to check out the next window. Like with the first window, once they got close enough they could hear what was happening on the other side. Unlike the previous room, there was no moaning nor any other sexual sounds. Instead there was the murmur of stallions and mares that was soon silenced by a banging noise.

Star Hunter looked upon a large, circular room with a black marble floor. The masked stallions and mares who were there were seated on piles of cushions as if they were royalty. All of them were looking at the center of the room which had a roped off circular area which was void of anything. A few of the doms had their collared property with them, curled up in front of them as if they were animals or pleasuring their masters privates. Floating above them were round platforms that looked like they were made of the same black marble as the floor. On most of them was a collared mare or two. Each one was bound to some sort of frame or chained to the ground. All of them wore black collars and looked eager for something.

“This is the Auction House,” said Moondancer as she read from the sign next to the window. “It says here that doms who wish to rent out their subs will bring them here. Fellow doms will then bid on them for short term contract. Oh, look!”

As Moondancer pointed at the window, one of the round platforms began to lower itself to the ground until it rested in the roped off area. On this platform were two earth pony mares, both chained to the ground by their hoof straps while also being chained to each other by their black collars. The mares looked like they were twins, one pink with a blue mane and the other having a blue coat with a pink mane. It was clear that they didn’t mind the closeness for they were locked in a passionate make out session. Every once in a while they would pull back slightly so that those in the crowd could make out their tongues as they danced with each other in the open air.

“Now presenting slave numbers LS-0037 and AL-4207,” came a stallion’s voice, booming in all directions. “This pair of well-trained slaves came together. Their mistress has decided to reward them for their good behavior by granting them their greatest wish: impregnation at the same time! The winner of this auction will receive them for a period of two weeks. During that time you may do with them whatever you like as long as you follow two simple rules. Number one: their asses are off limits. Number two: ensure that both of them are carrying your foal before they are returned to their mistress by whatever means you deem necessary. Because of this, their mistress wishes this to be a stallion-only bid. Now, before we begin the bidding do either of these slaves have anything they wish to add?”

It looked like neither slave paid much attention to the proceedings. Both had their eyes closed as they continued to taste the other’s mouth. Looking more closely, Hunter could see that their lower jaws looked like they were covered in drool making it apparent that they had been going on like this for some time. Then, with obvious reluctance, the two pulled apart with a strand of saliva connecting their two lips.

“My sister and I share everything,” said the blue coated mare. “We have never done anything apart. We had our first kiss together, our first orgasm together, and our mistress made us hers together. Now this slave begs to let us share the experience of giving birth together!”

“Our foalholes are yours to use as much as you want,” said the pink one. “We shall use all of our skills to please you.” With nothing left to say, the twins went back to making out with each other.

“Very well then,” said the booming stallion’s voice. “We shall start the bidding at sixteen tallies. Do we have any takers?”

From there, Hunter began to lose interest as his cock began to sheath itself. To him this was simply boring. Compared to the Pens, this was just a lazy way to get a submissive. They weren’t asking to inspect the mares to see if they liked them. They weren’t going from cage to cage, searching for the right mare. They were just sitting there, waiting and hoping that a mare they might like will show up! Even their hoof gestures to announce an increased bid had as little effort in it as possible.

Eventually both mares were sold for thirty tallies to what looked like an earth pony couple dressed as hippies with masks. Another masked stallion leashed up the two slave mares before handing them over to the couple. Once clear of the platform, it rose into the air and soon another one took its place in the center. This time the mare on it was chained to an X-frame.

“Now presenting slave number NTGR-1157,” said the booming voice. “According to her master, he originally got this slave as a pet. However, recently she has been wanting more intense training than what he is comfortable with. The winner of this bid will take ownership of this slave for a period of one month. Furthermore-”

Hunter sighed as he moved away, the sounds from the window vanishing. He had seen enough to know that going to a place like that wouldn’t interest somepony like him. Behind him, Moondancer followed his lead. Hunter noticed that she too seemed to disapprove of this.

From there, the two continued on, going from window to window to witness as much as they could. With each window came a new fetish that brought back Hunter’s arousal. For several minutes they watched as mares swam in a pool of cum which was provided by the stallions above them. A few windows down they watched as mares were milked from strange looking devices. Pet town was another part of the Society that they looked at for a bit, with mares left in boxes whimpering as potential owners walked past them without a second glance. Then came a room called The Playpen that looked like a very foal-friendly playroom with things like a swing set and the like. The two watched as a collared mare drank a potion that began to regress her physical age until she was a blank flank once more, before she and her master entered to join the others.

One of the windows that they stared out of the longest was called the Tentacle Pit. It was just like the name suggested. Looking down at the bottom, both Hunter and Moondancer could see that it held the smallest tentacles which were no longer than a worm and as thin as grass. The slaves down there either sat on their haunches to allow these feelers to probe their holes or they would lie on their backs as they caressed every part of them. The higher a pony got, the bigger the tentacles seemed to get. Now coming out of the walls, these tentacles were as thick as a stallion’s member. They wrapped around their captives limbs, spreading them and suspending them in midair before cramming as many of them into their openings as they could. While most of them looked like ordinary tentacles that were created to fuck mare meat, there were some oddities. Some had needle like points at their ends, stabbing the slaves in their folds and clits before the mare’s eyes rolled to the back of their head while screaming in pleasure. Others had ends that reminded Hunter of vines which bore fruit with blobs near their ends. These vines would enter a mare’s snatch before the orbs on them would begin to expand. Finally, above them all were monstrous tentacles as big as Princess Luna herself. These mammoths would move downwards towards the mares who were coated in their sweat, juices, and the tentacle cum. As it got closer, the end of it would open up and allow several smaller tentacles inside it to take the exhausted mare before lifting it up. It would then insert the mare it had just grabbed into its own opening before closing, the only sound from its victim being her cries of fear mixed with pleasure.

As the two looked out the next window, Hunter felt Moondancer’s body press against his a bit. The new area they were looking at looked very much like a dinner/strip club. Collared slaves dressed in socks and panties spun around poles as the masked masters watched, stroking their cocks as they did. One table of masters looked like they were playing some sort of game where they tried to shoot their cum ropes at the dancers, cheering whenever they hit her on the face or on the flank. Other masked stallions were ‘treating’ themselves to the mares in a different way in the dinner section. Along a long bar counter, the slaves were strapped into devices that kept them upside down with their legs spread. On each of them, Hunter could see that they had the menu written on their legs. A few of them had food positioned on top of their pussies, teats, and along their legs for their masters to feast upon.

“You ok?” whispered Hunter as he looked down at Moondancer. She was breathing heavy as she watched a mare in the dinner squealing in joy as a masked mare used a banana to fuck her winking slit.

“They look so happy,” breathed Moondancer who looked like she wanted to start clopping again. The area they were in was now saturated with their combined musk, making it so much harder to control their urges. “So…wanted.” This last bit was said with both pain and longing. As if she had lost somepony special in her life and longed to feel something like that again. The thestral thought to ask her if she wanted to talk about it, but she already began to walk away before he could think of the wording.

As they continued to tour the gallery, Hunter began to notice a few things about his companion. Her eyes seemed to be focused on the collared mares, letting out the most adorable coo’s that the stallion had ever heard as the scent of her arousal filled the air around them. But what seemed to get her off the most was when she saw the doms playing with their possessions. Whether it being them throat fucking the mares to destroying their ponuts, Moondancer would inch her hoof back down to her winking pussy only to stop three fourths of the way down. Several times he also noticed her staring at his cock, licking her lips before turning away with bright red cheeks.

Hunter would have wanted nothing more at the moment than to tell her it was ok to look. That he wanted her to do more. That he wanted her mouth around his member so badly he would grab it and hold it in position until his cum shot into her stomach. Or perhaps he would instead cum on her face, coating her glasses with his white goo before ordering her to wipe it off and swallow it. He wanted to rut her hard against the glass in the hope that all those on the other side would see him claim her as his. With each thrust her begging to be made his own personal cum container. To serve him for the rest of her days, to fulfill his every fantasy.

Oh, he wanted this mare. Not because she was the only one present or that her scent was driving him wild, but because of what he knew about her. Yes, he had a thing for a mare in glasses. But this mare seemed like more. She seemed intelligent and cultured, the sort of mare that he would like to get to know better. Perhaps they would have some other things in common. Perhaps they would not. Only time would tell. There was another reason and that was he was the one in control of his actions. He was not so weak-willed that he would act on them without thought, without considering the other one here.

Eventually the two horny ponies came to the last window. Looking out, Hunter saw a large rocky outcrop, practically a peninsula, hanging above a deep cavern. If he had to make a guess, he would say that it could comfortably hold ten by three city blocks. In fact the outcrop held seemed to hold just as many buildings. In some areas it looked like the cramped together style that a pony could find in Manehatten, full of shops and warehouses. Other area’s looked more rustic, containing two-story homes on top of the rocky surface.

The window suddenly began to magnify the image, allow its viewers to get a better look. Now Hunter was getting a better look at the more crowded area. Mares in their collars walked along the streets and sidewalks as others sat at what appeared to be normal looking cafés. It looked like they were in any normal town and that wearing collars and hoof straps was just a normal, everyday thing.

Wondering what he was looking at, Star Hunter moved to look at the sign next to the window.

‘The City,’ he read to himself. ‘This massive section of the Clocktower Society is set up for predator/prey play. Doms are allowed to bring slaves (either their own or red collared ones from the Pens) into this area. Slaves may walk around freely, unleashed until the dom is ready to strike and the chase begins. Slaves are also encouraged to do everything possible to avoid capture in order to make the most out of the experience. If the dom wishes, he or she can either play with their property in the open or drag them into a dark alley or empty building. Society members are expected to only go after their own slave while leaving other members’ slaves alone.’

There was more, but Hunter had gotten the gist of it. A smile crept onto his face as he moved back towards the window. As he looked down at the city again, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to this sort of concept. He had always felt that a detective was sort of like a hunter, trying to follow the tracks of a very dangerous animal before capturing it. But, Hunter had always wondered what it would be like to be that animal. Would he feel fear at being caught, or would he revel in the thrill of the chase?

Over to his side, he noticed Moondancer’s head jerk slightly as if she had spotted something. Hunter followed her gaze to find a pink-coated mare with a silver mane wearing a red collar walking down a street alone, unaware that there was a dark blue pegasus pony circling above her. The pegasus swooped down like an eagle trying to catch a rabbit. But, just at the last possible second, the mare looked up before increasing her pace from a trot to a gallop causing the pegasus to miss her.

The mare galloped with all her might with the pegasus right behind her. A smile was visible on the masked pegasus’ face letting both ponies in the gallery know that he was just playing with her. All he needed to do was pick up his speed by even the tiniest of notches and he would have her in his hooves. It seemed like, for now, he was more interested in staring at her winking hole as she ran.

This proved to be his undoing for the mare spotted an alley way up ahead and turned at the last second. The pegasus, too preoccupied with her rump, flew towards and passed her for a bit before making a U-turn.

Once again, Moondancer was pressing her body against his while her hoof inched down towards her slit. Hunter didn’t blame her for he too was getting more excited by watching this. It was like one of his many fantasies, chasing after a mare as if she were a wild animal running away from him. And when she was caught he could do whatever he wanted with her.

The angle of the window seemed to adjust slightly so they now appeared as though they themselves were looking down the alleyway on the street level. The alley was littered with empty boxes, trash cans. The alley ended with, predictably, a chain-link fence.

The pegasus scanned the area with great intent, both his eyes and ears focused on any signs of his prey. He began to move slowly towards the fence, swishing his tail back and forth as he moved. Every once in a while he would give a trashcan or a large box a strong kick. He was just at his third can when there was a flicker of movement behind him. The mare lifted one of the boxes off herself and began to creep out of the alley way sneakily. Every so often she would look back to check that her pursuer’s attention was still in front of him.

However, it turned out that was her downfall. When she neared the main street, she turned her head to look back at him once more and kicked a pipe on the floor by accident. The pipe made a clanging noise as it rolled around, drawing the attention of the pegasus. Before the slave could process her next move, the pegasus had already opened his wings and zoomed towards her. Soon she found herself struggling while he held her by the waist, dragging her deeper into the alley.

“Oh, what disappointing prey you turned out to be,” said the masked pegasus, now pressing her against the fence. “You told me in the Slave Pens that you were good at this sort of thing. But I only had to look four minutes before I found you. And that chase. Tsk, tsk.” Slowly, he moved his lips next to her ear. “I could tell you weren’t putting your all into this. You wanted to be caught by me.”

“N-No,” stammered the mare.

“Oh, don’t lie to me,” growled the pegasus. “I know you could have run faster than that. Your dripping hole told me everything I needed to know. Now, because you didn’t put your all into this, I’m going to have to punish you.” He then pressed her harder against the fence, which made a clinking noise. “Test out your bell.”

The mare gulped as she rang her tail bell once. Upon hearing that noise, the stallion pushed her against the fence even harder as a sadistic smile appeared on his features.

With no mercy at all, the stallion took the mare by her front legs and lifted her up until she was standing on her hind legs. The slave panted in fear and longing as she was quickly spun around, her chest making contact with the cold metal of the fence. She made a halfhearted attempt to push back, but the stallion simply pressed her back against the fence with his unsheathed dick pressing against her fold.

“You want this, slut?” he demanded in a dark tone as he moved back and forth slowly.

“Yes,” panted the mare, her small frame trembling.

“Well that’s too bad,” said the stallion as he pulled away from her. The mare moaned as she turned her head to look at her master, giving him a pleading expression that he paid no mind to. He picked up an odd pipe with a rounded-off end conveniently lying on the floor. Smirking, he approached his captive who had made no effort to move at all. She just watched him as he brought the pipe to her foalhole hard enough to hear a loud, wet smack followed by the mare’s cries.

“Prey that cannot evade the predator does not get what it wants,” said the stallion as he began to rub the cold metal back and forth. “Had you put up a good chase, then I would not feel like I would have to…play with my food. So I am going to draw this out for as long as I can, slave.” He gave her pussy another smack and Hunter was sure he saw droplets of mare juice hit the ground.

The smell in the gallery was getting stronger as the two ponies watched this. Looking over he saw that Moondancer was biting her lower lips, her hoof right above her wet honeypot. “Go ahead,” said Hunter, startling the mare for a moment. “Don’t mind me.” Moondancer opened her mouth, but closed it without saying anything. Instead, she slowly gave in to what she had wanted to do for some time now and began to clop next to a stallion she barely knew.

The thestral bit his lower lip with his fangs while his own hoof went to his shaft. Slowly he began to stroke it as he listened to the music provided by the two mares. He only wished he was the reason Moondancer was moaning. He could see it in his mind clearly. All he would have to do was move behind her. Coax her a little with his words and his hoof. She was horny enough so he doubted that she would resist much. Perhaps…

‘No!’ thought as he shook his head slightly, going unnoticed by the mare next to him who had her eyes focused on what was going on in the window. ‘I’m better than that!’

With that, he returned his focus to the window to see that the pegasus was had increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Not much of a punishment if you enjoy it this much,” stated the stallion before pulling away the pipe and noting that it was now drenched in mare juice. “I bet you picked this spot just so I could use these toys on you. Well slave? Did you?”

“Y-Yes,” admitted the mare between her moans. “I-I been here ahhh before master. I k-know that the factories ooooohhhhhh have m-many things that you caaaan use to punish this naughty slave.”

“Very naughty,” was all the stallion said as he moved the mare’s tail out of the way. Hunter and Moondancer watched as he brought the pipe’s head to the mare’s ponut. The two watched as the mare seemed to tense up when she felt to metal line up with her backdoor. Then, without warning, the pegasus shoved it a quarter of the way in with a single thrust! The mare screamed loudly as she slumped down to the ground while her tongue began to loll out of her mouth.

As the mare lay there, with her rump in the air with her face pressed against the ground only two sounds could be heard. One was the chuckle that the stallion could not contain as he looked down at his prize. The other was the wet clopping that caused Hunter to look over at Moondancer. Her hoof was moving rapidly to the point where her juices were flying so high they hit the window. Her cheeks were growing a scarlet shade of red as her eyes remained glued to the sight of the other mare’s ponut as it squeezed on the intruding pole. Or perhaps she was also looking at the winking slit that seemed to beg for the same treatment.

“Don’t think we’re finished with your punishment yet slave,” growled the stallion, causing Hunter to return his focus to the window. He watched as the stallion reached down for her head as he began to flap his wings until he was standing on his hind legs. Once he was situated he forcefully brought her head up to his member and stopped right when her jaw was a mere inch away. Without ceremony or mercy he began to facefuck the mare, shoving his cock into the back of her throat. As for the mare, Hunter could hear the mare make gagging noises, yet never seemed to try and pull away. Instead her tongue began to move, trying its best to coat the assaulting pole in her mouth with her saliva. Soon she began to add new noises to the mix, from light cooing to ‘ah, ah, ah’ type noises that seemed to spur the stallion on. The stallion didn’t comment on this, but continued to use her like an object.

Eventually the stallion’s wings began to grow tried. While keeping a firm hold on her head so he could continue to fuck her mouth, the pegasus began to move. Bit by bit he began to reposition himself, flipping the mare onto her back as he did so. When he could finally give his wings a break the stallion was now on his knees which were situated on either side of the mare’s shoulders with his flank on her chest.

Minutes passed as he continued his assault on her mouth. He gave one final thrust into her mouth, cramming as much of his meat stick into her mouth as he could, and then held it there. The mare’s eyes went wide with fear, gagging and squirming under his weight as she waited for him to be done with her throat.

A sudden cry next to him pulled Hunter’s attention away from the window and back to Moondancer. The sweater wearing mare had fallen on her back, her eyes now closed tightly as she continued to clop faster than ever before. Her horn was lit with her magical aura, the same aura that was pulling at her now exposed clit. She grit her teeth while her back quickly arced before she orgasmed. It was a sight to behold as her mouth opened in a silent scream while her cum flew towards the window and splashed upon it. Another batch of mare juice flew out, but it didn’t have the same force as the first so it landed a foot in front of her to create a puddle. Only then did her body seem to relax and slumped to the ground, the mare panting for breath.

The sight of this, added on top of everything else Hunter had seen, was too much for the thestral to take. With a grunt he shot rope after rope of cum on to the window as well, almost covering up the scene of the pegasus pulling his cock out of his slave’s mouth only to shove his balls into her mouth. As Hunter’s orgasm began to die down, he watched as the mare began to lick her master’s sack while his still rock hard dick was pressed against her cheek.

“Well slave, do you think that’s enough punishment for now?” demanded the stallion as he looked down at his cockwarmer.

“No master,” said the slave as her eyes looked up at him. “As you said, this slave has been very naughty for spoiling my master’s fun. Only my master can decide when I’ve had enough.”

“Good answer,” replied the stallion as he got up onto all fours. “It looks like all we have around here are pipes. We’ll need to look around to find something more suited to punish you before trying this again.” The pegasus then picked up the collared mare and placed her on his back with the pipe still hanging out of her ass. “But I warn you slave, if you don’t do better I’ll do something far worse than this! I will inform the ponies in charge of the Slave Pens so that they will ensure that this never happens again!”

As the pegasus began to walk out of the alley, Hunter mimicked what the other flying pony had done by placing Moondancer on his back. The only difference being that he did it with far more care with the intent of getting her to someplace less…stimulating. Perhaps the two of them could wait out in the hallway for their friends/guides.

“Sorry about this,” whispered Moondancer. “I…I didn’t think it was possible for a mare to cum that hard.”

Hunter shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just get you out of here.”

A moment of silence passed between them before Moondancer spoke again. “Thanks for not taking advantage of me. If you had, I don’t think I would have been able to say no. I was so horny that-”

“Again, don’t worry about it,” repeated Hunter as they continued to walk.

There was another pause before Moondancer spoke. “I think…I’d like to give this place a shot. Do you think that you’ll, ah, be joining too?”

Hunter simply nodded as they approached the doors leading to the main hallway. After what he had seen here, he knew that if he could he would become a member today. But that wasn’t an option. They wanted him to wait. Wait to try out the Slave Pens, that strip club, and The City. Oh, how he wanted to try out The City so much. The thrill of hunting a mare down like that seemed like it would add much more to the experience. The only problem was that he would have to bring his own slave, limiting his targets.

Could you own more than one collared mare here? Could you have your own harem of mares all to yourself? If he could do something like that then that would add to the excitement for both parties when he brought them to The City. These were two questions he would be sure to ask Lightning Wing or whoever her replacement was.

As he was about to open the door, Hunter remembered that flier from the café. Something about Predator’s Night and ‘Finding your prey in The City tonight’ or something like that. Perhaps that was something else he would have to ask. But for now, he had a unicorn to take care of.

Predators' Night

It had been a couple of weeks since Hunter’s visit to the Society. He had decided on that very day that he wanted to become a full member. Sadly, he could not do that right then and there. He was told he needed a few days to ‘cool off’ as they put it before making such an important decision. However, it was hard for him to ‘cool off’ when his mind refused to stop showing him fantasy after fantasy of all the things he could do.

Many of those fantasies included a certain glasses-wearing mare. It’s not like he couldn’t explain it — she was his ideal nerdy bookworm type and the two had gotten along fairly well so far. And ever since he had seen her, the fantasies that he had for the random mares he saw on the streets, in pictures, or wherever else now starred her. Moondancer was now the mare tied to a teacher’s desk, her legs spread wide in front of a packed classroom so that they could see her foalhole wink and drip as he pounded her throat. It was Moondancer’s flank that he envisioned himself smacking with a riding crop, begging with her eyes for more. The mare in the cage, waiting for her master as she slid her soon-to-be abused pussy against the bars, it was always Moondancer.

When the last day finally came, Star Hunter wasted no time applying.

Applying was only the first step, however. Afterwards came the long process of actually becoming a member. Like Lightning Wing had said, they performed a background check on him to check his finances as well as making sure he didn’t have a criminal record that might put other ponies at risk. He also underwent a series of medical examinations to ensure that he was free of any STDs.

Once he had a clean bill of health and his background checked out, he began the next step in becoming a member: safety classes. He sat in a classroom with a few other stallions and mares, all of whom were doms, to learn the basics like the bell safety system, the meaning behind mask/collar colors, how to use the various tools provided by Clocktower, and many other useful bits of information. By the time he was done, Hunter was far more knowledgeable in the art of bondage and submission than he had even been before.

He was, however, a little disappointed that he didn’t see Moondancer in any of the classes. He knew there was a good chance that she was either in the sub class or that she needed more time to decide. Hunter found the latter to be more likely, seeing as he never really saw her around.

The mask-crafting workshops were probably the most interesting. Each dom was given the opportunity to craft their masks from scratch, every part of its design fashioned to tell the world what kind of dom they were. Many of those in his class decided to start with a red mask, signifying that they weren’t looking for a permanent slave just yet and would rather taste a little of everything. Hunter, meanwhile, decided to go the path less trodden and went straight for a white mask. This signified that he was seeking a permanent slave, to be his and his alone. He also made sure to lace his mask with a blue border to signify that he was a heterosexual.

With the basic design of his mask done, Hunter focused on the fine detail – What kind of play he was into and what kind of slaves he wanted. While Hunter was open to pretty much anything, he had a feeling he leaned more towards forceful domination. He made sure his mask made that clear with orange engravings in the shape of Ursa Major and Minor around his eyes. For the finishing touch Hunter added the plumes that would signify what kind of slaves he preferred. The first plume he set was peach which coded for ponies followed by a white one for zebras. He was just patting himself on the back for a job well done when he noticed a golden plume which apparently coded for griffons. The thought of dominating and owning a griffon slave was a tempting one that he was surprised he had never considered before. But then again, he had never seen a griffon in any of his pornos. In the end, Hunter went for a golden plume too.

Mask crafted and approved, Hunter was finally ready to get his hooves dirty and his timing couldn’t have been better. Everypony was talking about the big special event in the City - ‘Predators’ Night’. Not wasting a moment, Hunter eagerly signed himself up.

The big night finally arrived. Hunter and all the other participants were ushered into a large staging warehouse at the City’s entrance. Around him were dozens of others, their faces hidden behind their dom masks. Most of them were ponies, but Hunter did notice several non-ponies mingled about. Huddled over in a corner of the building were several yaks, loudly pumping themselves up while a group of griffons gave them annoyed glances. Here and there, Hunter spotted changelings chatting with each other. There was even a pack of diamond dogs stretching off to the side.

All the chatter ended when a pegasus entered the building. As he flew to one end of the warehouse, Hunter’s eyes widened underneath his mask. He recognized the stallion — It was Soarin of the Wonderbolts!

“Alright everydom!” shouted Soarin, hovering high in the air above their heads so everyone could see him. “This is it, your big night, Predator’s Night! Before we begin, I need to go over the rules with you all and make sure you understand. The normal rules of the City still apply. You are to chase down the slaves, or ‘prey’ if you wanna call them that, and capture them. However, you are not allowed to use any excessive force, mind alteration magic, anything that could seriously harm your prey or knock them unconscious. Accidents can happen in the heat of the moment. If they do, please take your prey to one of the safety stations located throughout The City. Clocktower medical specialists will also be there in case of injuries. If you fail to do that, severe disciplinary actions can and will be taken against you. Please keep that in mind.

“Now, what makes Predators’ Night different is that tonight is a free-for-all. That means all prey here tonight are up for grabs. All of the prey you find out there are volunteers, either red or white collars. They have been told to evade you if they see you. There are several ‘safe zones’ that they can escape to where a Guard dressed up as a police officer is stationed. If they make it there and you are caught by the officer, it’s game over for you. Hint: You don’t want that to happen.

“As usual, there are various toys spread out across the City so when you catch your prey, you can begin in the streets or in an alleyway. Or you can use one of the special ‘lairs’ around the City. Buildings that have a golden Clocktower symbol above their door will have a basement full of equipment for a more personal session.

“One final rule is in regards to white collared slaves. I know many of you are here for catch and release. However, I can see that some of you here are white-masks looking for a permanent slave. If you spot a white-collar and catch her, you will have the option of claiming her as your own as long as they are interested. You will have all night to get her to choose you as her master. But if she hasn’t taken your collar by the end of the night then that’s it.

“Now, are there any questions?”

A few hooves raised in the air, their owners asking Soarin to repeat or clarify bits of the rules. Yet Hunter wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy smiling inwards at the prospect of owning his very own slave. This was why he wanted to do this event — So that he could finally catch a slave to call his own here in the streets of the City. But excited as he was, he was still mindful of his chances. While he didn’t know any of the other doms in the room, Hunter had the feeling that they knew the City far better than he did, nevermind the fact that they were obviously more practiced doms. The odds were in their favor. But not even that could dampen his mounting excitement.

It was a good forty or so minutes before the doors opened and the doms spilled out into the streets of the City. Heart thumping, Hunter instantly took to the air. All of the other thestrals, pegasi, griffons, and changelings around him followed suit in a rush of wings and wind. The sky above them was crusted with stars and low clouds, all part of what was no doubt a magically-simulated sky. Looking below them, he quickly gathered that they were in some sort of residential suburb full of small cottages with even smaller backyards. Soaring over the streets he spotted the pack of diamond dogs pulling ahead of the herd before he lost sight of them in a cloud of dust. He then spotted the yaks and earth ponies, charging down the streets. Several flashes of light then caught his attention as unicorns began teleporting from rooftop to rooftop. When he looked up again, Hunter saw that all of the other airborne doms had splintered off, leaving him alone.

Hunter flew aimlessly about for a while as he scanned the street below him. He gradually moved deeper into the City. Slowly the landscape below him morphed from small cottages to something that looked more like the Manehatten shopping district. All of the three to four story buildings there seemed to be cramped together with the occasional alleyway between them. It was there that he spotted his first potential targets: two pegasi mares walking down the street. His ears twitched as he picked up the sounds of carefree laughter from them.

Hunter descended behind the skyline to get a better look at them while doing his best not to be seen. Suddenly, one of the street lamps along the street burst into the telltale green flames of a disguised changeling, causing both mares to scream in fear. The changeling, however, paid their cries no mind, simply charging at one of the mares and grabbing her. Once his target was in his forelegs, the changeling buzzed off into a nearby alleyway. The remaining mare left her partner to her fate and ran in the opposite direction.

She did not get very far. A diamond dog suddenly leapt out of a manhole in the street, cutting off her escape. The mare turned around and began to run away with all of her might as the dog behind her leapt into hot pursuit.

Seeing that he had lost any chance to catch his own prey, Hunter flew in the direction the two mares had come from while moving higher into the air. He believed that, perhaps, there might be more potential prey down the way they came.

After flying over two or more blocks, Hunter spotted one of the officers that Soarin had mentioned. The officer was a unicorn stallion dressed up in what looked like a dark blue version of a Manehatten police uniform, complete with the CTS badge. The officer didn’t seem to do much other than stand around, occasionally looking about. Not wanting to take a chance that the officer might look upwards and spot him, Hunter banked left behind a rooftop.

It was some time before Hunter spotted another herd of mares walking down the street. He landed on a nearby rooftop so he could size up his potential prey. There were six of them in total, walking slowly and keeping their voices low. They had either heard that the doms were on the loose or were simply acting cautiously like prey should. Just by glancing at them Hunter could see that five of these mares were unicorns while the last one was a crystal pony judging by the appearance of her coat.

When he looked a bit closer, he saw something that brought a smile to his face. The second mare to the left was wearing a very familiar sweater and glasses. It was Moondancer! She had joined the Society after all. ‘Eaglevision’ he intoned, activating the special sight magic built into his mask. The mares glowed in varying colours, indicating to him the types of collars they wore. Most of them were red-collars, suggesting they weren’t interested in a long-term dom. But Moon Dancer? Hunter almost leapt for joy at the sight of the white glow around her. She was wearing a white collar!

“YAKS GRAB!” came a roaring voice. All six mares gasped. Narrowing his eyes, Hunter snapped his head down the street to see four yaks charging down the street like a buffalo stampede. As the mares began to split up. Hunter fought the urge to facehoof at how subtle the yaks were. Their war cries probably alerted everypony in the City, giving the prey plenty of notice to run.

Hunter kept his eyes on Moondancer as she dashed into a side street away from her pack. Not wanting to let her out of his sight, Hunter galloped along the edge of the building. When he saw her again, she was a good distance away from the main street. The escaping mare took hurried glances over her shoulders, looking out for pursuants. A smile crossed the thestral’s fanged features. Thanks to the yaks, his nerdy mare was all by herself. Hunter looked back towards the main street one last time, seeing the yaks stampede past the side street.

One of the yaks, however, seemed to notice Moondancer. The lumbering creature screeched to a halt to look at the retreating mare. Hunter spread his wings, his eyes narrowing dangerously. There was no way he would give up Moondancer! Just as he was taking to the air, the yak shook his head before following after his group.

Hunter let out a sigh of relief. He certainly didn’t need anymore competition. He looked back to find Moondancer had stopped in her tracks, looking back at the mouth of the alleyway. He raised an eyebrow, watching as the little mare raised a hoof, as if to call the yak back. There was a mournfulness to the way her hoof fell back to the ground limply. The mare hung her head, a picture of sadness.

‘Strange,’ thought Star Hunter as he hovered in place while looking down at Moondancer. ‘Was she hoping for one of those yaks to take her? Maybe-’ A sudden scream pulled Hunter out of his thoughts, reminding him that there was still a competition going on. If he wanted Moondancer, he would have to act soon or else someone else might show up and take her while he wasted time pondering the meanings of her actions.

With that in mind, Hunter glided down towards the ground where his target was. As he did, he flapped his wings a little louder than he normally would in the hopes that she might give him a good chase. After all, what was the fun of chasing prey that had no will to run? Half of the appeal of the City was the chase. The greater the chase, the sweeter the reward. At least, that was his opinion.

Moondancer, indeed, looked up with a wide eyed expression when she heard the wing flap. For half a second her expression was blank before she leapt to the side to avoid Hunter’s outstretched hooves at the last possible moment. As Hunter made an aerial U-turn, he let a predatory smile slip onto his features when he heard the sounds of hooves galloping away from him. By the time he had finished turning around he saw that, indeed, Moondancer was running away with all of her might.

Beating his wings, Star Hunter shot towards the mare as she made her way back onto the main road. While she did have a good lead on him, it was only a matter of time before he caught up. While his air speed might not be Wonderbolt material, he knew he was fast enough to catch up with his prey. Moondancer certainly didn’t do herself any favours, slowing down to look over her shoulder every so often. And she was doing that more and more often as he closed in, obvious panic setting in.

He was almost upon her with his hooves stretched out to grab her. He flapped his leathery wings again to gain the boost he needed to close the gap. But just as he was about to touch her, Moondancer’s horn glowed brightly just before she teleported and reappeared on a rooftop some distance away. He could see her clearly, looking over at him with an expression that read ‘better luck next time’ before she turned to run.

She didn’t have to wait long for the next time as Hunter, with a grin on his face, shot up towards where she had been and continued the chase. He spotted her quickly, jumping from rooftop to rooftop like a superhero in one of those comics that he used to read as colt. Hunter sped up to close the distance between them. As he got closer, he could smell the familiar scent of her arousal fill the air. Filled with desire, Hunter flapped his wings harder than ever only to see her disappear again in a bright burst of light. He looked about just in time to see the telltale flash of her teleportation from another side street.

While some might find this annoyingly unfair, Hunter found it thrilling. He knew the limitations of spells like that. Back when he was doing research for his second book, Hunter had gone to one of the top magic schools in Fillydelphia to help develop his unicorn killer. One of many spells he had asked about was teleportation. He had learned that not every unicorn can use that spell as it required a lot of skill as well as large magical reserves. Furthermore, the greater the distance, the greater the amount of magic spent.

As Hunter swooped downwards, he began to make some rough calculations. Moondancer seemed to be teleporting to travel relatively short distances. Meaning that she was managing her magical reserve very carefully, not taking any chances. If she used a long distance teleportation, she risked using up all of her power and leaving herself defenseless for the next hunter. Hunter guessed that her plan was probably to discourage him using this spell in the hopes that he might decide to go after some easier prey. And if he didn’t, that would leave her with one of two options. The first was continue to run and teleport until she gave him the slip. The second would be to use other spells that required less magic to get away.

Or maybe she is leading me to an officer, thought Hunter as he quickly rose up into the air. Better cut her off just to be on the safe side. With that thought, Hunter zoomed ahead, easily passing Moondancer. He whipped around and landed a good distance in front of her with his wings still spread to bar her way.

He could see the surprise in her eyes as she glanced panickedly from side to side. Reacting surprisingly quickly, Moondancer made a sharp right into an alleyway. Hunter folded his wings as he cantered after her. He turned into the alleyway to find...nothing but a dead end. Moondancer was nowhere to be seen. Hunter blinked in surprise. He hadn’t seen the telltale flash of a teleportation spell. There was nothing to hide behind either. The only trace that remained was the lingering scent of her sex in the air.

Opening his wings, Hunter was about to take to the air to search for her when he noticed something odd. It was part of a bottle lying on the ground against the wall. The bottle looked like it had either been sliced perfectly down the middle or it was half-phased through the wall. Slowly, Hunter moved closer to the bottle to get a better look. As he did, the scent of Moondancer’s arousal became stronger.

On a hunch, Star Hunter reached out towards the wall…and went right through it! ‘An illusion spell! Clever girl,’ he thought. He quickly found Moondancer, her rear pressed up against the real wall, her horn aglow to keep up the illusion spell. Her eyes were trained upwards, looking out for him flying overhead. She quickly heard his approach, her gaze snapping down in obvious surprise. Reacting as quickly as she could, she dropped the illusion and teleported before Hunter could get his hooves on her.

There was another flash from above. He looked up in time to find that she had teleported onto a rooftop four stories above his head. Or at least she tried to, her lithe form dangling from a ledge by her forehooves while her hind legs did their best to scramble for purchase on the wall. Hunter could tell it was almost certainly the result of a panicked teleportation.

Hunter opened his wings and gave them a good flap just as Moondancer lost her grip. But the thestral didn’t let her fall, not too far down anyway, as he caught her bridal-style in his forehooves. Moondancer immediately wrapped her forelegs around his neck, pulling him close as they flew out of the alley. She was so close that, despite wearing a sweater, Hunter could feel her heart beating like mad while she did everything in her power to take control of her heavy breathing.

“Clockface,” whispered Hunter as he came to a halt in the air.

“C-Clockf-face,” stammered Moondancer, repeated the safe word to pause their session.

“Are you ok?” asked Hunter. “Is anything broken?”

Moondancer shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said as she took a breath. “Just got a little scared. I...I’ve never had to teleport that rapidly before. Guess I need practice a bit more instead of keeping my nose in a book.”

“Well how about we find a safe word room where you can rest until you calm down some more,” suggested Hunter as he began to look around. “Or we can just call it a night. After what just happened, nopony would blame you.”

“No!” Moondancer said loudly, almost shouting as she latched onto Hunter firmly. As Hunter looked down at her he saw that her eyes had widened, as if she were in shock of her sudden outburst. She smiled sheepishly before she spoke again. “Err, what I meant to say was that I want to continue. And…And it’s not fair to you. You caught me fair and square.”

Hunter said nothing at first, just licking his lips as he looked down at her. “Are you sure you can continue?” he asked finally.

“Clockface,” she answered with a watery smile, signalling the session to begin again.

“Clockface,” Hunter echoed before his lips curled into a grin. “Well then, my delicious looking prey, why don’t we find someplace more private.”

His prey didn’t say anything, only blushing brightly as she nodded a little. It didn’t take Hunter all that long to find one of those buildings with a Clocktower logo above its door. The building looked like one of those fancy, overpriced cafés that one could find in places like Canterlot. But below was a stone room that told a different story. There, hanging from the walls, were all sorts of entertaining toys. There were dildos that ranged from basic pony cocks to griffons to…Hunter had no idea but it looked really weird. There were also wand and egg vibrators galore. All kinds of whips with riding crops of every color. There were clamps, weights, spreading bars, suckers, and other such goodies that Hunter was sure to try at some point.

In the middle of the room was a round pedestal large enough for a pony to lay on. It wasn’t very tall, just high enough that a stallion of his height could mount a mare easily without having to climb up. The top of it was padded to give its victim some comfort as well as a headrest that looked like it could be adjusted. On both sides of the headrest were blinders to restrict the occupant’s field of vision.

Hunter stared out at a mostly empty café, its only other occupant a lonely looking mare staring down at her tea. She had been sitting there for what seemed like hours, never touching her drink. She just stared at it while listening to the ticking clock as other customers came and left. Eventually, Hunter moved over to her before sitting down, making sure not to mess up his butler-like uniform.

Like they had rehearsed so many times before, he asked her what was wrong.

“My master no longer wants me,” whispered the mare after a moment’s hesitation. “I gave him everything. My mind, body, and soul. I always did as I was told, sucking on his friends’ cocks when they came over and licking the cum out of another mare that he brought home for the evening. But…But today he released me so that he could have another, younger mare to train as his new cock toy.”

“There, there now,” replied Hunter, with a voice that sounded like he had heard that story a million times before. “Why don’t you head on to the back and wash up. The bathroom is downstairs.”

The mare nodded as she slowly got up. As soon as her back was turned, Hunter calmly went to the door and locked it. A smile crossed his lips as he hung up a ‘We’re Closed’ sign to ensure nopony would interrupt the session he and his new slave had planned for the evening.

Star Hunter shook the fantasy out of his head. He had no idea why he was imagining something like that when he was about to partake in the real thing. Best guess was that his mind couldn’t wait for his body to get to it. Still, a set up like that might be something he could use for his next murder mystery novel. Just make a few adjustments and…

Hunter shook his head once more to clear his head before dragging Moondancer to the pedestal and forcing her onto it, face up with her head in the head rest. Now that he was closer, the thestral saw that around the pedestal there were chains secured to the floor. Chains that were just long enough to attach to each of Moondancer’s hoof straps, rendering her unable to move freely.

“Well now,” began Hunter as he began to walk around the pedestal slowly, swishing his tail back and forth while he eyed his work. “What a fine dish you are. But before I can partake in…savoring you, I’ll need to make sure you are well prepared. Only then will I have my fill.” As he said this, Hunter reached out to place his hoof on Moondancer’s shivering fur right below her sweater. He slowly traced a small circle in the soft fur before walking off to a corner of the room.

“Tonight, Moondancer, I plan on making you mine,” he said as he pulled out a collaring block and setting it on the ground. On it, in the recess where the subs neck would go, was a temporary black collar. Just something to last long enough until an official one could be placed on the mare’s neck. “I will tease you. I will bring you pain as well as pleasure. But, I will not let you cum. Instead you will be kept on a razor edge, forever a step away from orgasm. If you do not wish to be my slave, to be used by me and me alone, then all you have to do is either put up with this until the event is over or signal an end to the session. But if you agree to have this collar placed around your neck I will take care of you and your needs like a good owner should.”

Star Hunter trotted over to one of the equipment racks, his eyes on a claw made of a purple metal. This claw was very similar to the kind used by the Night Guard to rip their foes into ribbons with a savage ferocity. The only difference between those and the one he was now putting on his hoof was that the Clocktower one had a special enchantment placed on it to keep him from cutting her flesh.

Once the claw was secured to his hoof, Hunter flew over to where Moondancer lay secured. “Test your bell,” he said as he showed her the metal claw. For a moment, there was no noise in the room as Moondancer stared at the object a foot or so away from her face. Hunter was just starting to get second thoughts when Moondancer rang her bell once.

“Good prey,” said Hunter with a smile as he raised the claw to the neck of her sweater. “Now, let’s get this off of you so you will have nothing to hide from your master!” He checked to make sure the headrest wasn’t obscuring her view of what he was about to do to her. She certainly didn’t need any encouragement, her eyes transfixed upon the claw. As he felt the metal make contact with her body, Hunter brought his attention back to the task at hoof. Slowly, he lowered the claw down her prone form so that they could both savor the sound of the wool being cut. Moondancer remained frozen in fear almost as if she were afraid to breath. Hunter too was tense, his ears straining for the slightest tinkle of her safety bell, the smallest whisper of her safe word. But it never came.

He took his time, tearing the feeble fabric to shreds. Hunter finally threw the remains of Moondancer’s clothes aside like the rags they were before standing back to inspect his captive prey. Simply put, she was flawless. There were no scars, bumps, or even discolored fur to mar her figure. The poor mare squirmed under his roving gaze, her hooves instinctively trying to cover herself. All they achieved was pull her chains taut. With his ungloved hoof, Hunter reached out and began to feel up her chest to take in the smoothness of her fur. Moondancer let out a helpless whimper as her captor had his way with her.

It was then that Hunter became aware of a familiar scent in the air. Taking a few steps so that he was now in between her spread legs, he saw that her pussy was winking like mad while oozing mare juice. Chuckling, the thestral lifted his clawed hoof and slowly brought it closer to her foalhole. The cold metal teased her sensitive folds, drawing a sharp gasp from the mare. Hunter pulled back, suddenly worried that he had somehow hurt her. He reminded himself that Moondancer would safeword or ring her bell if that were the case. Feeling more reassured, he pressed the cold metal against her marehood, tracing her soft opening slowly, tantalizingly. She could only squirm helplessly against her bonds, moaning and gasping all the while. Confidence mounting, Hunter decided to take it up a notch and place one of the bladed claws right in the middle of her slit. Moondancer let out a wail of fright as he slowly entered her. Hunter watched as the mare tried in vain to close her legs, desperate to hide her wanton pussy as it clamped greedily around the invading member, leaking copiously all over the floor.

Hunter took his time teasing the poor mare, drawing louder and shorter gasps and moans. He finally withdrew the claw with a wet pop, leaving a glistening trail of marejuice to her pussy. She could only whimper longingly as he held the claw up. The poor mare panted softly as her limbs went limp. He ignored her yearning gaze, focusing instead upon the warm juices on his claw. He licked it off slowly, humming in delight at its taste.

“Very nice,” he purred, taking off the claw and tossing it to the side. Without saying another word, he walked away from her to gather a few things. After placing what he wanted to use on his back he returned to his bound captive.

“Let’s see how smart you are,” said Hunter darkly as he pulled an object off of his back and held it in front of her face. The object was a glass tube with a knob at one end. “Do you know what this is?”

“I-It’s a teat suction pump,” stammered Moondancer as her eyes went wide.

“Looks like you studied hard,” said Star Hunter as he pulled it away. He casually moved closer to her teats before placing the suction cup in his hoof over one of the small nubs. Grinning, he began to twist the knob on top and watch as the suction take immediate effect, sucking up the tender flesh into the glass cylinder. The soft flesh quickly turned a bright pink as it swelled up, her whimpers a testament to how extra-sensitive they were when engorged. Hunter couldn’t help but notice how his prey was biting her lower lip to keep herself silent. Smiling at the sight, Hunter returned to his work by placing a second teat sucker on her remaining nipple. But he had one more. Holding up the remaining sucker, Hunter moved between her legs. He knew she was watching, judging by how her breathing quickened with her mounting trepidation. He didn’t keep her waiting long. He unceremoniously attached the last suction cup to her exposed clit. He took his time, pumping the device slowly. Moondancer couldn’t hold back her screams of delight as her sensitive bub was sucked upwards into the device with each cruel thrust.

Not giving her a moment of reprieve, Hunter lowered his face so that it was right in front of her foalmaker hole. Slowly he began to nip at her outer fold gently, careful not to cut her with his sharp fangs as he enjoyed the soft texture. As he did this, Hunter also took the time to deeply inhale her scent direct from its source. Moondancer began to squirm like mad in a vain attempt to free herself from her bonds. Her sweet nectar continued to flow as she let out soft whimpers. Deciding he had waited long enough, Hunter extended his tongue to collect more of her fluid while also exploring her insides. Out of all the mares he had been with, her taste had aroused him the most.

Soon it came time for him to reluctantly leave that hole for her lower one. As his tongue tasted the space between the two holes Hunter brought his hooves up to better spread her ass cheeks. At the same time he decided to do something he had done with a few mares back home. Both of his wings extended forwards until the tips entered her wet slit. This was something only members of his tribe could do. The pegasi could try, but their feathered wings were too soft and better suited for teasing rather than penetration. Moondancer gave a loud gasp while fidgeting nervously. She was too distracted to notice Hunter’s nose at her ponut. He caught a strong scent of strawberry oil from her puckered star. No doubt the mare had had an enema recently. He gave it a light lick, tasting the strawberries upon his lips and tongue. His wings, meanwhile, began their invasion of her marehood, spreading her lips wide apart. This had an immediate effect on Moondancer who began to pant loudly as she pulled on the chains binding her. Her second hole began to pucker up as Hunter circled his tongue around it.

She whined longingly as he abruptly pulled away. “Well, that’s enough refreshment for now,” laughed Hunter as he wiped his lips with his foreleg. “I knew you would be a tasty treat the moment I saw you.”

“NO!” yelled Moondancer as she bucked her hips in the air. “Please, I’m so close to cumming!”

“Then submit,” replied Hunter firmly. He watched as Moondancer opened her mouth, looking like she would agree to anything in order to be allowed an orgasm. But before any sound left her mouth, she closed her eyes, seemingly steeling her resolve. Hunter was strangely glad for this. As much as he wanted to make her his, he didn’t want this game to end so soon. And, perhaps, neither did she.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Hunter reached for the last thing on his back. It was a long, thin black stick with a blue crystal at its end. Holding it in his mouth, he brought the crystal tip towards her inner thigh. Once it was mere inches away from her fur a spark of blue lightning arced from the crystal to her. Moondancer yelped. Hunter grinned, knowing her cry was more in surprise and fear than pain seeing as the stick was still at its lowest setting. It wouldn’t be for long if Hunter had anything to say about it. Smirking, Hunter brought the shock stick to her other thigh. While the element of surprise was gone, she still let out a yelp.

Hunter began to circle her again, over and over touching various parts of her body with the stick to gauge her reactions. He watched as she took a sharp breath in when he zapped her stomach and how she quivered in delight when he touched her horn. He was taken by surprise when a spark to her cutie mark drew a feral scream from her along with a hip-buck so violent he thought he wouldn’t just cum but break the pedestal apart. Quickly looking at her face he could see her eyes rolling into the back of her head while her tongue hung limply out of her mouth. Thankfully she hadn’t cum, but he made a mental note to play close attention to that spot in the future. He couldn’t help but wonder if her cutie mark was just a super erogenous zone or if it was simply the magic of the stick interacting with the magic of her cutie mark. Either way, Hunter knew he’d have fun with that little experiment in the future.

Seeing as she was too close to the edge to continue like this, Hunter returned the shock stick to where he had found it. He looked over his shoulder to gaze at his masterpiece, her cheeks flushed as she panted heavily. When he looked away again, he remembered seeing a water bottle in the room. Hunter flew over to where it was and discovered that the fine ponies who ran the Society had made sure that it was full of the life-giving liquid. Flapping his wings some more he quickly made his way to where Moondancer laid with the bottle in hoof.

“Drink,” he ordered as he pressed the end of the bottle against her lips. Wordlessly she obeyed, taking the nub of the water bottle between her lips and began to suckle. Hunter found himself licking his lips as he imagined that this was his cock she was sucking on until he shot his load down her throat to feed her hungry belly. Or, more alluring, all across her face and glasses so he could watch her wipe it off with her hooves before licking them clean.

“Thank you,” she said, snapping Hunter out of his fantasy. As he pulled the water bottle away from her, Moondancer spoke again. “Why me?”

“Hmmm?” Asked Hunter.

“Why did you go after me?” She asked. “T-There are lot more mares out there who are prettier than me w-who would b-be easier to catch. So why go after somepony like me?”

At first, Hunter didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his head to where the riding crops were. He silently took a black one in his mouth before returning to his prey’s spread rear legs.

“Why you?” Hunter asked in the clearest voice he could manage around crop. He bore down on her, whipping her hard across her pussy lips, earning him a satisfying smack and a cry from the mare. “Well for one thing, you ran like good prey should. Prey that are too easy to catch aren’t much of a reward.” As Hunter said this, he began to run the crop up and down her slit to make it wet with her fluids. Moondancer let out a throaty moan just before Hunter swatted her again, but harder, hard enough to make the mare shriek in pain.

“You are also a white collar,” continued Hunter as he went back to his stroking motions. “While many of the other might be fine with catch and release, I’d rather bring home what I caught!” Hunter punctuated his claim by striking Moondancer again, her cries of pain louder than ever. But he could see that she was doing her best to keep her eyes on him — Eyes filled with what might be hope.

“But most importantly of all,” said Hunter as he raised the crop even higher, “I wanted you.” The crop came down harder than ever, making Moondancer’s nether lips bright red. Her cries were almost deafening as she threw her head as far back as the head rest would allow. Hunter’s eyes darted back and forth from her face to the bell, ready to release her the moment it rang or said the safe word. But it never came. When he saw her face again, her teeth were clenched but the look in her eyes showed both happiness mixed in with longing.

Hunter set aside the crop, picking up a bottle of lube instead, one that claimed it was milked from Clocktower MILFs. How that was done, he had no idea. All Hunter could really think about was how long he had waited to plow his cock into this mare. As he applied the lube onto his member he spared a glance at Moondancer. She was watching him, her eyes glued to his breeding tool as soft whimpers of yearning escaped her lips.

Once he was satisfied, Hunter removed the chains holding Moondancer’s rear legs, letting them fall to the ground without care. Once they were free the thestral walked around to the opposite side, passing her cuffed forelegs so that he was standing directly in front of her face. He watched at Moondancer struggled in vain to look at him, the headrest keeping her from looking. Slowly, Hunter moved his head closer to hers while doing his best to stay out of her field of vision.

“Tell me prey, how many others have taken your asshole?” he asked in a whisper.

Moondancer gulped. “N-N-None,” she whimpered. “Just…Just a toy a f-f-few times.”

“Well then, let’s fix that,” said Hunter as he took to the air once more. He hovered over his prey’s body and gripped her flank with both hooves. She yelped as he tugged her rear legs high up, planting both of his own on either side of Moondancer’s head. He bent her over double, allowing her full view of her own pussy above her face. There was no way he’d let her miss watching what was coming next.

As he moved Moondancer’s tail out of the way and pressed the head of his cock against her ponut, Hunter wished he could see the expression on her face at that moment. Would it still be that look of longing or would it be wide-eyed fear? Perhaps her eyes would be closed, bracing herself for the pain and refusing to look at her own violation? Either thought only excited him more, sending a pulse down his eager cock.

With a slow and steady pace, he pushed into her puckered star. The virgin flesh was incredibly tight but bit by bit he pushed past the resistance that the mare’s body offered, her incredibly tight hole being stretched by him while her lungs screamed out in agony. He felt his cock twitch with every inch that it invaded, filling him with delight. Not just because this felt good, but because he was finally claiming her. Moondancer’s body was putting up less and less of a fight, surrendering to him bit by bit. And her cries were no longer screams of pain but wails of pleasure mixed with desire. Whether it was subconscious or not remained to be seen.

Soon enough, he reached as far as he could with his hips pressed against her flank. In that moment, Hunter let a groan escape as he reached down to feel her pussy. He came up a bit high, feeling the teat sucker he had left there. He reached further down, finally identifying her pussy by how sopping wet it was against his hoof.

“Tell me prey,” said Hunter with a growl. “What feels better? Your pathetic toy or my cock? And don’t you dare lie to me or else you will be punished severely!”

“C-Cock,” whimpered Moondancer. “S-S-So g-good.”

“Well,” said Hunter as he brought up his wet hoof and gave it a quick lick, “it seems you are telling the truth. But I would have thought a mare smart enough to study in Canterlot would be better able to describe how she felt at this moment.”

Moondancer was silent for a moment before she gulped loudly. “This slave…the prey you caught has never felt anything like this before. Y-Your spear is deeper inside of his worthless cunt’s ass than anything else has ever been. No toy I have ever dared to try can compete with how you are stretching me, ruining my ponut for any other cock than yours.”

As she said this, Hunter’s jaw dropped slightly as his eyes went wide. He hadn’t expected this. True, he didn’t know what he should have been expecting. But not even in his own dreams had he ever heard anything like this said with so much raw passion and desire.

Hunter responded by pulling out, stretching her abused ring around his spear, before slamming it back in. The helpless mare could only scream as he hilted in her. Her hole only spasmed all the tighter around him, his cock practically tugging upon her quivering walls as he pulled out once more. The unrelenting tightness only drove him to impale her with even more ferocity as he thrusted into her without the slightest mercy. Her spasming ponut only seemed to tighten greedily all the more around the invader, spurring him to slam it in faster and harder. For once in his life he wished he could use magic so that he could pull on her tail nice and hard so that he wouldn’t lose his grip on her fine flank. Or perhaps he could have twisted the suckers still on her teats. Admittedly he could reach down to play with the one on her clit, but Hunter feared that he might overstimulate her like that resulting in her cumming before she had submitted to him. Instead, all he could do was slap her flank.

Moondancer’s shrieks filled the room as her hole tightened more and more with every destructive thrust. Hunter could hear the chains rattle loudly as Moondancer tried to flail her forelegs about. All she achieved was spattering more of her own mare juice from her sopping pussy all over her own face and glasses below. His eyes darted over to the bell on her tail where it lay silent despite how much her tail trembled and shook with each beating. Being mind-activated, the bell wouldn’t ring unless its owner willed it. He almost couldn’t believe that this mare was willingly allowing him to pound her ass with everything he had. Feeling generous, he rewarded her with a sharp spank to her rump as he moved his hips as fast as he could. He could feel her flank begin to burn as he held onto it while she cried out.

He was so lost in the luxurious grip of his new cocksleeve that he allowed instinct to take over, driving him faster and faster. A familiar pressure quickly crept up on him, that desire to release his cum into her ass growing to a gnawing urgency. He grit his teeth as he realized his folly, struggling to focus on something, anything to stave off his approaching orgasm. But the mare’s insides were tightening as if she could sense how close he was. Summoning up what little will he had left, he stopped, his aching loins pulsing in protest.

“NO!” screamed Moondancer. “PLEASE MASTER, LET YOUR SLAVE CUM!”

Star Hunter was just removing his member from the mare, releasing her hooves down onto the pedestal, when her scream gave him pause. As she laid there panting, he flew off and landed on the ground next to her. Now he could see her face, her own mare juices spotting her face and glasses. She looked up at him meekly with flushed cheeks.

“Did I hear you correctly?” asked Star Hunter slowly. “Did you call me your master?”

“I-I did,” said Moondancer as she looked at him. “Please, take me as your slave. To use as you see fit. Make me wear your black collar. Do with me whatever you wish. Just please don’t toss me aside when this is over!”

Hunter stared at his mare as he took in what she had just said. There was a feeling of pride within him knowing that he had made her submit to him. However, he was also worried about what she had said. Did she have abandonment issues? That would explain some of her behavior when they had first met as well as her look of disappointment when the yak didn’t think she was worth chasing. It might even explain why she decided to be a white collar instead of a red. Spending time with a master only to be left behind when their session was over would never appeal to a mare like her.

“Well then,” said Hunter as he began to undo her teat cups. “How can I say no to that?” Even if she had an issue like that, he still wanted her. There was no way he was giving her up. Maybe he could even help her to work through her issues.

Once the first nipple pump was off, Hunter stared at the slightly larger and redder nub. Seeing that it looked the way it should have from the reading he did in the Clocktower class, Hunter moved in closer and blew on it gently. The effect was immediate. Just that small amount of stimulation was enough to have Moondancer moaning while her hips raised slightly. The thestral couldn’t help but wonder if just breathing on it did that to her, what would happen if he got more physical. With an evil grin, Hunter undid the rest of the suckers before undoing the binds on his mare’s hoofcuffs.

Once she was untied, Moondancer got off the pedestal. “Slave, get your master the claw and a leash,” said Hunter as he watched Moondancer shiver in delight. Forgetting that she had magic, Moondancer raced like a mad pony go get the items her new master had demanded. When she found what she was looking for ,Moondancer picked them up with her mouth and brought them to Star Hunter, placing them before his hooves.

Hunter said not a word, instead picking the claw up in his hoof once more. He moved in close to Moondancer, caressing her pretty neck softly with the claw’s cruel edge. He could see and feel Moondancer trembling. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, a wish, a burning desire to become his personal slave, to be trained exclusively by him. Then, with a single flick of the claw, he sliced her white collar off.

“Pick up the leash with your magic,” ordered Hunter as he tossed the claw aside. Moondancer obeyed, picking up the proferred leash in her magic. It was a leash that one wouldn’t find in any pet store. The end of this leach split off into three parts, each one ending with a clover clamp. “Before I collar that pretty neck of yours I want to hear you ask to be my slave once more.”

Moondancer gulped while looking at him with longing. No, that wasn’t right. It was devotion. “I, society-slave number MNDR-4871, beg you to take me. I freely give you my body, to do with it as you wish as long as you are my master and keep me by your side. All of my holes are yours to fill at your pleasure.”

Hunter felt his cheeks redden as she said this. “Attach the first clamp to your right teat,” he ordered. Moondancer nodded and licked her lips as the first clamp moved towards the abused nipple. Hunter watched as Moondancer braced herself before clasping the clamp on her tender flesh. She was helpless to resist as the cruel metal clamped on her soft nub. Her eyes went wide as she cried out from both pain as well as pleasure. Hunter saw her legs almost give out.

“Moondancer,” he said gaining her attention. “I will accept what you are giving to me of your own free will. However, there are a few things you should know first. I may, one day, take in other slaves. It will not be because I have grown tired of you, but because I wish to try other things. But no matter how many I take in, I promise to do my best to give you all the attention you deserve. And if there ever comes a day when you wish to leave me, for whatever reason, I shall allow it as long as it makes you happy. If this is acceptable to you, attach the next clamp on your left teat.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Moondancer just stared at him with a small smile of her face. Then she attached the next clamp, crying out once more.

“M-Master,” panted Moondancer as she tried to calm down. “May…May I make a request?” Hunter nodded. “I…I want to have foals one day. But not for a few more years, when I am wearing an adamantite crystal collar. If it’s ok with you…” Moondancer’s voice trailed off while her face turned red with embarrassment.

“Hmm,” hummed Hunter as he tapped his chin with his hoof. “I don’t see any problems with that, but we will need to get to know each other better both inside and out of the bedroom before I give you an eternity collar. You do know what that will entail, right?”

Moondancer closed her eyes while a wide smile appeared on her face. “I do master,” she replied.

“Then place your head on the collaring block,” ordered Hunter. With great urgency, Moondancer dashed towards it while the leash trailed between her two rear legs. When she was close enough, the unicorn seemed to dive towards it in a way that made Hunter worry that she might hit her throat hard on the recess. Thankfully she seemed to be alright with her rear legs up straight and her tail out of the way to show her master how excited as well as happy she was to be owned. Hunter moved silently behind her. He took ahold of the leash and wrapped it taut around his right hoof before pressing his member against her proudly-displayed slit. Looking down, he saw the magic of the collaring block in action as the collar wrapped itself around her neck. It was only when it was on securely that Hunter entered her.

Together, as one, they moaned as Hunter bucked his property with all of his might so that he could mark her insides with his cum. He could feel her inner wall clench around his shaft and he knew what she wanted, what she needed - To have her new master’s seed fill her so that any creature with a decent sense of smell could smell it. With renewed vigour Hunter thrusted into her with all his might.

“Moondancer,” grunted Hunter as he slapped her cutie mark. “Attach the clamp when you’re ready to cum!”

“YES MASTER!” cried Moondancer as her horn lit up. He could barely hear the leash as it moved beneath Moondancer’s body over the noise of their nethers slapping against one another. But soon enough Moondancer’s screams overtook all other sounds as her inner walls clamped around Hunter’s dick even tighter while he felt her juices washed all over it.

Grinning, Hunter pulled on the leash which, in turn, pulled at her sensitive teats and clit. Moondancer, who was still on her orgasmic high, came again while Hunter unloaded his foal fluid inside of her. Hunter closed his eyes to savor the feeling while Moondancer’s body slumped down, too tired to remain in position. He could feel her muscles relax, as if she were preparing to fall asleep. Not surprising given everything that had happened today.

Hunter leaned forward to whisper in her ear before she descended into slumber. “Looks like the stars have claimed the moon. Sleep well my moon. You’ve earned it.”

Going Home

It was some time later before Hunter stirred from his slumber. He looked around the room groggily. It wasn’t the dark little bedroom of his that he knew very well. Rather, it looked more like a posh five horseshoe hotel suite. The massive bed, large enough to hold several ponies, was soft and seemed to mold to his form as if it had been commanded to do so with a spell. On both sides of the bed were elegant night stands that resembled alicorns, their wings and horns holding up a glass table. The walls were lined with massive and stylish closets, their doors closed leaving what secrets they might contain to the imagination.

Somewhat confused, Hunter began to wonder where he was. That was until he realized that he wasn’t alone. Next to him was Moondancer, still asleep with her hooves wrapped around his body. Even in the dim light his thestral eyesight could see her content smile clearly. His eyes couldn’t help but wander down to her temporary black collar which marked her as a personal slave.

‘My personal slave’, thought Hunter with pride, licking his lips as the memories returned to him. He remembered how he caught and teased her until she finally submitted to him, pledging to be his own personal cum collector before he fucked her pussy until she came. After Moondancer had passed out, Hunter had looked around the building until he had found this room. With great care not to wake her, Hunter had moved his slave onto the bed so that she could better rest. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how his adorable new slave even called out his name in her sleep. He wondered idly whether after everything he had done to her he had somehow imprinted his name in her mind.

And now, here they were.

Now that he was a bit more awake, Hunter could feel his morning wood pressed between the two, eager to re-enter her slit and fill her with his foal-batter. Part of him wanted to make use of his slave right that moment, but the better part of him said ‘no’. True, they were still within the City and she was collared. However, she was asleep which made it impossible for her to give her consent. The only way this would have been ok is if they had talked about it beforehoof, which they hadn’t.

So, as carefully as he could, Hunter did his best to separate himself from Moondancer without waking her up. This proved to be easier said than done for she had a good grip on him. Hunter wiggled as best as he could to free himself, but this proved to be the wrong approach as the head of his cock brushed against his slave’s nether lips. Moondancer gasped as she began to stir from her slumber. Slowly she opened her eyes to look into his. Part of Hunter expected her to freak out or be confused in some way, forgetting what had happened last night. He was relieved to see happiness in her eyes instead of the fear he had expected to see. Moondancer smiled up at him before releasing her hold.

The beautiful unicorn got into a sitting position on the bed. While she did her best to hide it, her face winced a few times as she did this. Now that her body was fully out of the covers, Hunter could see several bruises on her flank. A guilty part of him was certain there were more underneath the blanket.

“Master,” she whispered as her magic brought her glasses to her from the nightstand closest to her. “A-Are we getting up?”

“I think so,” said Hunter as he got into a sitting position next to her. His member was still hard and he could see that Moondancer had noticed this fact.

“Are we going to pick up where we left off?” she asked hopefully.

Hunter shook his head. “No,” he said in a firm tone as he looked her in the eye. “I think it would be best if we just get you your new collar and call it a day.”

Moondancer looked like she had been struck with the back of a hoof. “B-But master w-we have all weekend,” she pleaded. Before Hunter could say anything, Moondancer had moved in front of him. She positioned herself so that her flank was sticking up in the air in front of his face. “Please master, use your new fuck toy for all she’s worth! Use me to your heart’s content! There’s no need to hold back, I promise I can take it.” Moondancer’s tail swished back and forth. The scent of her want and arousal filled the air as he stared directly at her red slit, the tender folds still slightly bruised from their play the night before. But despite that, it was still winking at him, drooling mare-juice as if tempting his thirst.

With a feral growl, Hunter grabbed her rear with his hooves. In a single motion he pushed her to the side with enough force that she landed on her back. Faster than his slave could blink, Hunter was on top of her. Hunter could feel Moondancer’s breathing quicken as he pinned her down, his forehooves holding hers down against the mattress with his cock positioned at her lower entrance. He could take her at any moment, all it would take was one thrust of his hips and his cock would be inside her once again. But instead he left it there, pressed against her pussy as he looked down at her. Her rump wiggled slightly as if to entice him to rut her here and now, but he would not. He was the dom, the master in this relationship. And he was going to make that clear.

“Believe me,” said Hunter fiercely, causing the mare to shudder. “There is nothing more I want right now than to take you. To fuck you over and over again until so that your cunt will forever remember the shape of your master’s rod, until the scent of my cum is permanently imprinted on both your ponut and foal hole. To capture you before rutting in plain sight so that everydom here will know that you belong to me.” Moondancer interrupted him with a moan, closing her eyes as she did. “But not today.”

Moondancer’s eyes snapped open. “But master-”

“Moondancer, I am your master,” interrupted Hunter in a tone that commanded her to listen. “As such, it is my duty to see that you don’t come to any harm. We just finished our first session together and your body isn’t used to it.” To drive his point home, Hunter reached down with one foreleg to touch her cutie mark. Moondancer could not hide the discomfort, her face contorting in pain as his hoof brushed her tender flanks.

“I…can…take…it…for…you,” panted Moondancer.

“No,” said Hunter firmly as he released his hold on her and backed away to allow her to get up. “If there is anything as important as consent here, it’s safety. I would rather do this when you are in prime condition so that we can both better enjoy this.”

Moondancer let out a little sigh. “I suppose you’re right,” she said in a defeated tone while looking downwards. She then let out a squeak as Hunter’s hoof caressed her cheek.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “With time and training we will be able extend our playtime. But, until then, just think of it as savoring the moments.” Hunter leaned a bit closer to kiss his nerdy sub. Once again she let out a squeak of surprise when their lips met, which delighted Hunter. Gently he pulled her in closer using his wings while at the same time moving his tongue into her open mouth. If he had to guess, based on her hesitation, she wasn’t used to getting kissed like this. Most likely there were many things sexual she had never done before. Hunter knew he would delight in changing that.

As the seconds ticked by, Hunter could tell that Moondancer was getting used to having another tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly as she did her best to mimic his motions, clumsily dancing with his tongue until they ran out of breath. Hunter pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting his lower lip to Moondancer’s tongue which was still hanging out of her mouth. She almost looked like a dog, panting for a treat from her master.

The rest of the day passed without incident. After the two got out of bed, they managed to find a shower so that they could wash up. The decision to shower together however was met with…issues. Seeing Moondancer wet made her look all the more alluring to Hunter, causing his cock to twitch and harden even more. His imagination didn’t help matters either. He could vividly see him deep-throating Moondancer as she made gagging noises loud enough to be heard over the running water. Hunter’s imagination then had him ramming his cock into either Moondancer’s pussy or ass (his brain couldn’t make up its mind) with her back pressed against the shower wall. Despite the lurid images swimming about his mind, Hunter remained strong.

Once they were both cleaned and dry, with Hunter taking a few moments to rub one out so that his erect cock wasn’t in plain view, the two were finally able to make their way out of the City. Since Moondancer didn’t have a lock to go with her collar and Hunter was unsure if he could just take one of the normal leashes, the thestral decided to play it safe by ordering Moondancer to remain at his side at all times.

As they left the café, the pair headed in the direction of the City’s exit. On the streets, Hunter saw some of the others who had participated in the event. A few of the red collared subs were lying in alleyways, white fluids coating their bodies while others were limping towards the exit with large smiles on their faces. One, Hunter noticed, had the words ‘Best Whore in Equestria’ and ‘Anal Slut’ written on both sides of her flank, the white foal batter oozing out of her ponut with each step. The doms were a different story. Some of them were still looking for prey. Those that would charge at the prey heading towards the exit would be stopped in their tracks when the slaves rang their tail bell five times. As for the ones who were leaving, they all had satisfied smirks on their faces.

A few stallions noticed Moondancer and the collar she wore. They approached the two, eager to get a better look at the type of mare who had been claimed. The did a double take at Moondancer and her nerdish appearance, seemingly unable to get their head around somepony like her being in a place like this. Nevertheless, they looked her over the way one might inspect a bottle of wine from Prance, causing Moondancer to turn red while pressing her body closer to Hunter’s. A couple even asked if they could touch her, but Hunter shook his head. With a shrug and an honest ‘congratulations’ they departed to other parts of the dungeon.

From there, Hunter and Moondancer made their up a large flight of stairs that would take them out of the dungeons and onto the main floor. They stopped to visit the Collaring Chamber which was situated along the way to the surface. Since it hadn’t been that long since she had gotten her white one, there was no need to take her measurements once again and making the whole process go by quickly. While Moondancer got the matching hoofstraps, Hunter began to work at the circular machine that crafted the custom made locks that went with the collars. When he was finished, he held in his hoof a lock that looked just like his cutie mark. While he could have gone to the Society collarsmith and allow Moondancer to go through the elaborate experience of having a lock and hoofstrap especially fashioned for her, he decided it would be best to save it for another special occasion.

The squeal of delight Moondancer made when they both heard the lock ‘click’ into place would be something Hunter would always remember.

From there, Hunter had to do the most tedious thing in the world — paperwork! Now that Moondancer was his sub, he was required to fill out form after form while Moondancer put away her new collar in the sub’s locker room. While the chore was a bit of a grind, Star Hunter knew it was another safety measure. Clocktower needed to know which sub belonged to which dom so that if anything, well, unsavory happened they wouldn’t have to waste time trying to track down the dom. Or, at least, that’s how Hunter thought to look at it.

“Almost done?” asked Moondancer as she moved to his side.

“Just about,” replied Hunter as he turned to look at her. “I just need you…Moondancer, where did you get that?”

Moondancer blushed as she brushed a hoof across the new article of clothing she was wearing. It was a simple, black lace choker. And dangling from the middle of it was a pendent that looked just like his cutie mark. Hunter was sure that if anypony here saw this from a distance they would think that she was still wearing her collar.

“It, er, just didn’t feel right,” she said while looking at him. “That is, walking around without wearing anything. So I stopped at the gift shop hoping I could find a replacement. They didn’t have anything that I could wear in public, but I did find this.”

“Why would-” began Hunter, but stopped as Moondancer’s magic began to lift the quill he had been using a moment ago as well as the documents before levitating them over to her.

“I…want a reminder that I belong to you,” said Moondancer, her face flushing as she began to scribble her signature on the documents. “Something that I could take with me when we leave here and have to go back to our own homes. B-But don’t think I’m the only one. The sub who worked there said that other subs sometimes feel the same way.” She then signed her name one last time and set the papers down while biting her lower lip.

Hunter scratched the back of his mane, not really sure how to respond to this. This was all new territory for him. He considered telling her it was a bad idea, that if ponies outside the Society noticed such a marked difference in how she dressed they might get the wrong idea. It would be especially bad if it was mistaken for a collar and attracted the attention of certain unsavoury ponies. He also considered how she might be doing what she thought he wanted in an effort to please him. He had noticed that she seemed to fear being ‘discarded’. Yet on the other hoof, if other subs were doing this as she said then it might not be as out of place as he thought. Plus, it did look very hot on her.

“Well, as long as you’re happy with it,” replied Hunter carefully, a hint of a smile on his lips.

With their documentation done, both Hunter and Moondancer left the Society side by side. Deciding it would be best to be a gentlecolt, Hunter asked if he could escort Moondancer back to her home in Canterlot. Moondancer, surprisingly, seemed very reluctant to this. Looking shiftily from side to side, she said that she could manage it herself and didn’t want to inconvenience her new master by having him take the train home. Hunter told her that it didn’t bother him at all, that he had flown to Canterlot several times that year alone and that, at most, it was only a few hours by air. In the end, Moondancer let out a sigh of defeat.

After taking the portal to Canterlot, the two made their way down the deserted streets of Equestria’s capital. The sun had yet to rise, but judging by the hues in the sky that would soon change. Until then, the only ponies up and about were the few ponies cleaning the streets.

Hunter usually liked to examine the buildings whenever he was in a new town so that they could be fresh in his mind. When writing his books, he liked to change the location in order to keep things fresh and different. One thing he had learned was that each town in Equestria had its own unique style to their homes that would always stand out. Having a grasp of said differences comes in very useful when he was thinking up sinister new ways a pony could commit murder and slip away unseen.

That morning, however, was different as he was more focused on Moondancer. Her head was hanging low as she walked, having to reposition her glasses with her magic several times. Her steps were slower and there was an aura of dread around her making Hunter wonder what he would find when he reached her dwelling. Perhaps she was the daughter of a rich noble, who might be awake at this time and see that his daughter was out with a thestral. Possibly a neglectful or abusive family? That might explain a few things.

“Well…we’re here,” said Moondancer, summoning Hunter from his thoughts. He blinked when he realized he was standing in front of a house that looked like it was falling apart. Many of the windows appeared to need replacing due to the amount of cracks in them and the door had a huge hole in the middle. The dark purple paint was peeling off the walls showing patches of mold. Even the front yard looked unkempt with its tall grass and broken birdbath.

“You live here?” asked Hunter, turning to look at his sub who slowly nodded. “What happened!?”

“I…fell into an emotional rough patch for a couple of years,” replied Moondancer as she looked away. “Stopped taking care of a lot of things in my life and, well, this is the result. B-But I’ve gotten better. I’ve been trying to get this back on track. The only thing left to really fix right now is my house, but nopony will work on it saying that the damage is too severe. But it’s livable.” At that very moment, a part of the roof collapsed causing both ponies to flinch. “For the…most part,” she added with a watery little pony squee.

Hunter said nothing as he opened his wings. With a powerful wing beat he rose into the air and glided over the tall grass, setting down in front of the wall near the front door. He narrowed his eyes at it before lifting a hoof and gently pressing against its surface. It held up as well as wet paper, his hoof going straight through the wall. As he pulled it out, he could hear Moondancer moaning.

“Moondancer,” said Hunter as he turned around, his eyes fixed on her. “I know we haven’t known each other that long, but as your master I can’t allow you to continue to live in such conditions.”

Moondancer let out a sigh. “Well, it’s hard to find a new place in Canterlot,” she said as she looked down at the ground. “Once the banks heard what I did to this property they all refused to give me any bits until I brought up the value on this house. And finding an apartment is next-”

“You’re coming to live with me,” interrupted Hunter as he glided back to Moondancer. The unicorn stared at him, her mouth hanging open. Hunter mused that shock and surprise were, admittedly, the appropriate reactions in this situation. Finally, Moondancer shook her head to snap herself out of her daze.

“B-But you live in Hollow Shades!” Moondancer all but shouted. “I have a job here. And friends! Do you have enough room for two ponies? I-” She was silenced as Hunter placed the tip of his leathery right wing against her lips.

“Moondancer, I know what I am asking is a lot,” he began while pulling his wing back to his side. “Or that maybe we’re moving too quickly. To be honest, I’m not entirely certain how we do things in, well, this kind of relationship. But I can’t let you risk your health by staying here. So just think of this as something temporary until you can find something permanent.”

Moondancer brought a hoof to her chin, looking as if she were thinking deeply about this. Then, slowly, her hoof traveled down to touch the pendant around her neck. “Master,” she began. “I know that you want the best for me and I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you. When I said I would give you everything, I meant it. And I would be lying if I said I never thought that we might move in together. It’s just…so sudden.”

Hunter nodded and tried not to look behind him when he heard some squirrels running out of Moondancer’s house. “I can see where you’re coming from,” he said before taking a deep breath. His eyes then narrowed, causing Moondancer to shiver slightly. When he spoke again, his voice brokered no argument. “But I will not let you stay here another day. You can either come with me to Hollow Shades or follow me around the city while we look for an apartment for you until you can afford a new house. Those are your choices slave.”

Moondancer’s face began to flush as he spoke, particularly when he used the word slave. Hunter could practically see the gears already turning in her head as her hoof stroked the pendant. It was plain for him to see that she was imagining what it might be like living together, even for a little while.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Hunter looked down at his slave lying there on his bed. Moondancer was on her back, her rear legs spread apart, bound by cords anchoring her hoof cuffs to the walls. Her forehooves were also bound by ropes, tied behind her back while her sight was restricted thanks to a blindfold. The moans she was trying to make were muffled by the ball gag in her mouth and, to complete her helplessness, there was a magic nullifying ring on her horn.

The hapless slave was unable to hide any of her private parts from her master — Her ponut, full of vibrating anal beads causing her to squirm within her bonds; Her pussy winking uncontrollably as her mare nectar oozed out of her, just begging to be filled with her master’s cock.

That, however, was not going to happen. Well, not yet anyways. Instead, Hunter picked up a shock stick and maneuvered the end to touch her-

“I’ll need some time to get a few things in order,” said Moondancer, breaking Hunter out of his thoughts. The stallion quickly shook his head to better focus on reality. He looked down to find Moondancer blushing even more madly than before.

“So you’ll be…” began Hunter.

“Moving in with you,” finished Moondancer as she licked her lips sheepishly. “I just need to tell my boss what’s going on and letting my friends know before I pack anything. I think I should be down around noon.”

“Ok, I’ll get us some train tickets then and meet you down at the station,” said Hunter with a grin.

After Moondancer nodded, Hunter watched as she turned away with the sun beginning to rise in front of her. The light hurt his eyes, but Hunter didn’t let that stop him from watching her walk away with a smile on his face. Once she was out of sight he turned and began to trot in the direction of the train station, eager to return home with his new sub.

And, once he got home, he knew he would be picking up some ‘special’ supplies from Passionate Night’s store.

Author's Note

Well this story is done, but Star Hunter's journey into the Clocktower Society has just begun.

The next story will be coming out in a couple of months, however. Right now I am dealing with some personal issues as well as trying to write other stories. But, rest assured, I will be back to write this story