Hunter's Catch

It was late into the night as Star Hunter flew through the star-filled sky above his home town of Hollow Shades. Fall had come to Equestria, as evidenced by the dark trees now bare of leaves. The trees might appear more sinister and frightening to ponies not native to Hollow Shades. The air was full of the wonderful scent of burning leaves mingled with the mouth-watering aroma of pumpkin-spiced treats.

He glided past the many tree houses wrapped around the many massive trees high up above the ground while his eyes scanned his surroundings. There were a few of his fellow thestrals on the ground thronging the ground-level shops below. Hunter also couldn’t help but notice that there were a few couples below him, blissfully unaware anything else around them as they passionately made out. The rest of his tribe were airborne like he was, either hovering mid-air to chat or simply taking a relaxing flight. With everypony more used to flight, the ramps that led from the ground to the tree houses or the rope bridges that connected various groups of tree houses together saw little use.

Soon the dark brown thestral spotted the building that was his destination. Three stories tall, circular, and made of the same dark wood as everything else in town, this building stood off in the middle of a clearing. Even from a distance Hunter could see the rows of large arching windows that were big enough for Princess Celestia herself to enter without needing to lower her head. As he neared, Hunter could hear the sounds of high pitched laughter, playful cries, and the unmistakable noise of a ball being kicked about by little hooves. A grin appeared on his face as the many fillies and colts running across the grounds of Hollow Shades Elementary came into view.

‘Looks like I’m just in time’, thought Hunter as he flew over a few of the student still eating their lunch. They didn’t show any sign that they noticed him. Instead they continued to do foal things like exchanging items in their lunch bags and playing in the playground.

He knew his target wouldn’t be on the ground floor of the schoolhouse. That area was more for colts and fillies who still had a hard time flying as well as for guests fly. The only thing that area was used for was for the students to eat their lunches when it became too cold or wet to go out and play. Instead Hunter glided towards one of the open windows on the second floor where he knew his target would be.

On entering Hunter found himself in a circular classroom with the only pony who had not gone outside. She was not a thestral but a unicorn with a creamy coat who was using her magic to place papers on each of her student’s desks. Her mane was colored amaranth with purple and violet stripes tied into a ponytail. Even with her head turned away from him, Hunter could still see the large glasses she was wearing. He watched as her ears perked at the sound of him gliding inside before she turned her head to look at him.

“Hunter,” Moondancer cried happily as she trotted towards him. She wrapped her hooves around his neck, nuzzling him affectionately. As she did, Hunter could feel the silk choker that had replaced her old sweater press against his neck as well as the pendant shaped like his cutie mark. Hunter returned both the hug and the nuzzle, breathing in the scent of his sub as he did.

Eventually, Moondancer pulled away. “What brings you by?” she asked. She then looked around to make sure nopony else was in the room and that the door was closed before she softly added “Master”.

Hunter gestured to his saddle bags. “You forgot your lunch,” he said while grinning at her. “And, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were doing it on purpose.”

Moondancer blushed at this. “You know you don’t have to do this for me,” she said as one hoof pawed at the wooden floor. “I could have just bought something from the vending machines or gone to that Hay Burger a block away.”

“And neglect my duty as your dom?” asked Hunter in a scandalized tone, a webbed wing placed over his heart as he took a step back. “I think not. You’ve already had takeout food twice this week and you’ll need something healthy to keep your strength up for, well, you know.” He gave Moondancer a coy smile. He caught a glimpse of her face reddening before she turned away to return to her desk.

As Hunter took the containers of food out of his saddle bag and placed them on the desk, he couldn’t help but thank the Clocktower Society. It was there that he had first met Moondancer, his ideal nerdy mare. It was there, no more than three months ago, that she had willingly chosen to be his submissive. And then on that very same night, after he had walked her home to find the state of her dwelling, he had insisted that she move in with him.

The move had been a bit of a challenge for Moondancer who had to leave behind her life in the city of Canterlot. For one thing, she had to find someplace to store her massive collection of books which had filled up most of her old home. While a few of her friends had offered to store portions of them in their own homes, both Moondancer and Hunter agreed that it would be silly for her to take a train to Canterlot every time she needed a book. In the end they decided to rent three storage lockers in Hollow Shades in order to store the large collection until they were able to move into a larger home.

The second challenge was the fact that Moondancer very quickly found herself unemployed. Her former employers, the royal achieves, had a policy that stated their employees had to live within the city. Finding a solution to this problem proved to be a bit more taxing than the first. Since Hollow Shades was such a small, tight knit community the ponies there were a bit more hesitant to hire an outsider over one of their own. So when she wasn’t looking for work, Moondancer stayed at home with Hunter helping him finish his latest book in record time.

Then, after two weeks, they heard the big news. The local school teacher was moving away for some reason and the spot needed to be filled in quickly. Both ponies rushed over to the school in the hope that Moondancer could get the job. At first, the principal was very hesitant on hiring a non-thestral to teach an entire thestral class. While her resume was certainly impressive, being a teacher in Hollow Shades meant that Moondancer would have to teacher her charges about the history of the thestral tribe as well as honoring their traditions. The principal expressed his concern that parents would fear that Moondancer was a member of the Sol Invictus Church and would try to instill their values in the young minds here. It took several hours, but the couple managed to convince the principal that Moondancer could do the job. So, it was decided that Moondancer would take up the position on a trial basis. As long as she didn’t create any problems and there was no sudden drop in her students grades then she would be kept on when the trial ended.

It didn’t take long for them to lay out the lunch that Hunter had prepared on Moondancer’s desk. For his sub, Hunter had mixed together peeled apple slices and baby carrots along with some bread sticks he had heated up just before he left home. For himself, the thestral had brought a dozen peeled kiwi fruit along with a strawberry dipping sauce.

Moondancer couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw what her dom was eating. “Surprised you’re not eating mangos,” she said while picking up a fork with her magic. “I thought that thestrals loved them.”

“I swear if I ever find the pony who started up that rumor,” muttered Hunter under his breath as he rolled his eye in annoyance. Moondancer snorted into her meal.

“Oh come on, I’m just joking,” she said with a grin. “I know ponies have different tastes. I happen to know that several of my students hate mangos. It’s all personal preference.”

“Yeah well,” began Hunter, pausing to pop a sauce-covered kiwi into his mouth. “You’ve gone to a restaurant and had the waiter bring you everything with mango on the menu before even giving you a glass of water?”

Moondancer’s smile fell a little. “You’re joking, right?” she asked. Hunter shook his head sadly as he took another bit of his meal. “Hunter, I-I didn’t know.”

“I know,” said Hunter with a bit of a forced smile. “It happened before we met and I really don’t like to bring it up. A few thestrals around here have had similar experiences whenever we go out to eat outside of Shades. But we’re the lucky ones. Some of us have been told that the restaurant doesn’t have blood on its menu.” Hunter shook his head again. As he did, Moondancer moved closer to him until she was leaning at his side.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Moondancer. “If I-” Before she got any further, Hunter moved his leathery wing so that it wrapped around her barrel. He looked down to find her looking up at him.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I know.”

For a moment or two, the couple stared at each other without saying a word. They just sat there, feeling each other’s warmth as their bodies pressed together. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock and, for Hunter at least, the sound of their beating hearts. At this moment, there was no greater want in their eyes than to stare at each other. Other, more carnal wants would come later. But for now, this was all they needed.

There was a sudden yell from outside that broke them out of this moment. It sounded like a colt, yelling about a ball or something. The sound had reminded them of where they were and the limit of their time together.

“We…We’d better finish this before class starts,” said Moondancer, not moving away from him. Instead she used her magic to bring her lunch closer to her. Hunter gave a nod and went back to his own food.

As they ate, the two chatted like any normal couple would. Moondancer talked about how her class was doing and that two of her students had arrived earlier with their cutie marks! One had gotten a cutie mark that looked like it was for whittling while the other seemed to have a more sexually explicit one. While Moondancer had gotten used to how much more open thestrals were with sex than the rest of Equestria, seeing this still surprised her a bit. Regardless, she still congratulated the two before proceeding like everything was normal.

As for Hunter, his day had been spent working on another novel and making them their lunches so he talked about their upcoming trip. Said trip was made possible thanks to the publishing company that the thestral stallion wrote for. In the past, Hunter had never received an invite because his books only sold decently. This year, however, had been different thanks to the assistance Moondancer had given him. Now they were heading to Los Pegasus for a formal banquet, complete with awards and cash prizes. If he won, Hunter knew that the money would go towards buying a new home for the two of them.

As the meal was being finished up, Moondancer took one of her final apple slices and dipped it into the strawberry sauce. As it floated towards her mouth, Hunter saw a bit of the dip fall and land on her coat.

Hunter looked over at his bound slave with satisfaction. The mare had her hooves spread and secured to the four corners of her own desk. On her face was a leather blindfold to prevent her from looking around while the ball gag in her mouth kept her screams muffled so that the fillies and colts outside wouldn’t be able to hear what was going on. But perhaps, if they ventured too closely to their classroom, they would be able to smell their teacher’s arousal for her foal hole was dripping wet.

There was more on the desk besides his horny slave. On top of and around her withering frame was an assortment of fruit. The largest strawberries Hunter had ever seen had been placed around Moondancer’s body and, between her legs were several peeled bananas. On her stomach were numerous slices of fruit of all colors which stood out against her coat.

“How tasty you look,” said Hunter in a wicked tone as he picked up one of the large strawberries in his hoof. He brought it down towards her mare slit and began to trace the fruit around the outer edges of her folds. The mare let out a whimper, craving more contact. Hunter, however, denied her this as he continued until the berry was properly coated. Grinning, the stallion ate up the red fruit while humming loudly.

“Oh, simply divine,” he said whimsically as he picked up a banana. “I knew you’d be my favorite treat. But…I think I might have gone overboard with the fruit. Dear Luna, I don’t think I can finish it all myself and it would be such a shame if all this food went to waste. Perhaps your students will be able to help.” He watched in pleasure as Moondancer began to shake her head as she let out a shot, muffled cry which Hunter assumed was her attempting to shout ‘no’. Her body, on the other hoof, was more honest as her nethers began to produce more liquid.

“Well then,” began Hunter as he began to press the length of the banana against her pussy lips. “Then you’d better hope I finish before your students arrive or else they’ll be getting the sex-ed class early. I wonder how many of them will be getting-”

“Master?” said Moondancer in a louder voice than what she normally used, snapping Hunter out of his daydream. He looked at her and found that she had already cleaned the mess on her coat most likely with a spell.

“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head a bit. “What were you saying?”

Moondancer huffed up her cheeks as her eyes narrowed. “You were having another fantasy , weren’t you?” she accused.

Hunter didn’t meet her graze. “Can’t really help it when my mind sees inspiration,” he said quickly.

Moondancer let out a slightly annoyed sigh as she levitated her empty container over to him. In truth, Hunter wasn’t surprised by her reaction. While his daydreams were not as frequent as they used to be, they still happened more than enough to get her attention. Thankfully the only time they didn’t happen was when the two of them were in the throes of passion, when he was actually living his dreams.

With their meal finished and class about to start up again soon, Hunter bid his sub goodbye until they saw each other when she got home. By then, he would have cooked her up a nice hot meal to keep her stamina going.

The early morning rays of the sun were shining down upon the night dwelling town. Most of its inhabitants had shut the window curtains and locked their doors so that they may rest up for the following night. Only a few of their kind remained awake, most of them keeping watch over the now slumbering town for threats such as the many dangerous creatures that also called this forest their home.

Yet, in one tree home, there were two ponies who were awake but definitely not keeping watch. One of them, Hunter, was in the bedroom of his home. The stallion was standing up on his hind legs with his wings stretched outwards to help him keep his balance. One of his forelegs was holding onto a hooped rope hanging from the ceiling that would keep him upright as he looked down at Moondancer. The unicorn was blindfolded with her front legs tied behind her back as she took her stallion’s cock in her mouth. There was a buzzing in the air from the vibrators in both her anal hole and pussy, both set to a very low setting that Hunter knew was driving the mare crazy. It was set so that it would stimulate her a bit, but in no way would allow her to orgasm.

Her only hope of receiving pleasure would be if she pleased her beloved master. That would only happen if she continued to put her heart into her training.

Hunter watched Moondancer with great satisfaction as he tightened his hold on the rope. While it wasn’t the same reckless method he often saw with other subs when they served their doms, he could tell that Moondancer was putting her all into this. Each bob of her head was slow as if to better savor the taste of her master, humming with delight as she did so. Her tongue moved around his shaft to better coat it in the hopes that he would use it on either of her lower holes and fill her with his blessing.

Bit by bit, she took him deeper into her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat. There was a bit of a gag before she paused and looked up at him with her covered eyes. With his free hoof, Hunter reached down to gently stroke her cheek.

“Just do it like we’ve been practicing,” he said in a reassuring tone. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you in case anything goes wrong.”

There was the slightest of nods that told Hunter that she understood. Then, with some hesitation, Moondancer began to take her master’s pleasure staff into her throat. It was slow-going with Moondancer fighting off the urge to gag as she bobbed her head again to take it in deeper. Hunter, as promised, kept his eyes focused on her, as his hold on the rope tightened. It was difficult to keep his eyes open; the tightness of her throat was amazing as was the warmth. He so wanted to close his eyes as he lost himself in the sensations, simply allowing them to wash over him like the tide. Yet he knew he couldn’t do that. He was a dom and Moondancer had put her trust in him.

Soon, a little more than half of Hunter’s cock was no longer visible. Moondancer, he could tell, was getting bolder and more confident. This was the most she had ever taken down her throat and the stallion could tell that she wanted to keep going. Her pleasure-filled moans told him how happy she was, most likely as she felt him flare up within her throat.

She took a bit more in, too much it seemed for Moondancer began to gag like never before. Hunter saw her panic slightly, her horn lighting up in rapid flashes. He acted quickly, pulling his member out as quickly as he dared and without hurting her. Once it was out, Hunter got down from his standing position so he could embrace his mare as she took deep breaths. His leathery wings wrapped around her as did his hooves as he gently patted her on the back.

“Moondancer, are you ok?” he whispered, doing his best to hide the fear and urgency from his voice as he moved them into a lying position on the bed.

“I’m,” began Moondancer, but stopped as she coughed several times. Her voice sounded slightly strained, but not as bad as some of the other times. “I’m…ok. I’ll be fine.”

For a while, neither pony spoke so as to allow Moondancer to catch her breath. For the last several months, things like this were common in their home, when the sun was out and the doors were locked. Each morning the pair worked to improve themselves on their BDSM play as safely as possible while also getting to familiarize themselves with their partners. Neither pony was willing to do anything too extreme away from the Society where there would be better equipment and ponies who were willing to help them. However, doing little things like Hunter practicing his rope tying or Moondancer trying to take a cock down her throat were things they felt they could do in the safety of their bedroom. They did this so that they could better enjoy themselves when they went to the Society, feeling more confident each time.

Said bedroom now had a large plastic container underneath the bed full of items that they used to practice with. There were various straps and ropes that could be used to tie a pony up or set up a few different sex swings. There were cuffs, a riding crop, blindfolds, dildos, anal beads, and so many other toys along with various safety guidelines on how to use them properly. All of these things they had purchased at the Clocktower Society.

In the short time since they had joined, both Hunter and Moondancer had become more active members. Hunter, for example, had joined up with the MarksDom club which was for Doms like himself who loved the non-consensual play that only the City could provide. The feeling of a predator catching his or her prey before they played with them was like no other. Like him, all of the members there had catch their own subs on Predator’s Night and were encouraged to bring their prizes to the club whenever possible. Hunter had done that several times with Moondancer, her flank sticking out of a wall with her tail raised and her privates on display for all those in the building that resembled a tropical hunting lounge. Besides that, Hunter also spent some time working as a pet-catcher in Pet Town. While it didn’t give him the same trill, it did allow him to collect tallies (part of the currency of the Society) whenever he caught a stray.

As for Moondancer, she became part of the Research Laboratory team. At first, she was a mere research assistant, taking notes and helping to collect test data on all sorts of kinky products as well as upgrades to various items that helped the members of Clocktower. There was always something going on and Moondancer always seemed excited whenever she talked about what they were working on. One of those things was a new magical AI called a Kindlesprite that would be placed in membership badges to help assist their owners navigate through the Society in various ways. It was only recently that they were allowing Moondancer to work on her own projects. Just last week, Moondancer was talking about some new some sort of super hot sauce that was meant to be applied to a mare’s breeding hole. She grinned while explaining that each sauce bottle had been enchanted so that only the owner’s cum could quench the fiery sensations it created.

When they were not talking about what they did in their own clubs, they were sharing with each other the latest gossip. Most of the time it was about a famous pony who would soon be approached to join Clocktower. Both of them had been hearing whispers from all over that Princess Twilight Sparkle, one of Moondancer’s friends, would be approached sometime in the near future. For a very short time, Moondancer had entertained the idea that she might be the one asked to speak to the purple princess. That idea, sadly, ended when they heard that Twilight’s herd mates were already members and thus they would be the ones to approach her when the time was right.

“Master,” said Moondancer after a bit. “I…I think I can try again. I want to try again!”

Hunter looked at his nerdy slave before he shook his head. “No,” he said. “We’ll try again another day. Canterlot wasn’t built in a day.”

“But I know I can do this,” insisted Moondancer. “Please master; let me try one more time tonight. T-Then-” Moondancer got no further as Hunter flipped her on her her back before climbing on top of her. He knew she couldn’t see it with her blindfold on, but still he spread his wings while his hind legs moved hers apart.

“Soon,” he began in his best commanding voice, “your throat with be another pleasure sleeve for me to use.” He paused as he watched Moondancer shutter. “When that day comes, I shall make great use of it when I capture you again in the City. But until that day we will need to make sure you can take your master’s pleasure rod. Is that understood?”

Moondancer nodded. “Y-Yes master,” she said. She opened her mouth to say something else, but all that escaped was a gasp, everything else silenced by Hunter’s flare as it touched her still occupied pussy.

“You have been such a good slave that I think you deserve a reward,” said Hunter as he leaned closer so her could now speak into her ear. “So I will allow you to choose which hole shall receive the gift of my cum. Speak now!”

“MY PUSSY!” screamed Moondancer, a bright smile appearing on her face. “Please master, use me like the cum collector I am. Use me until you are satisfied, even if I pass out from the pleasure only you can give me!”

Hunter said nothing, only thrusting his wet cock into her pussy with the vibrator still inside her as he did. Hunter clenched his teeth as felt the sensations the small object was giving off while looking at Moondancer to see that her teeth were clenched as well. He could feel her inner walls as they tightened around him, wet and warm and ready to receive his cum. And that was what he planned on doing as he began to savagely thrust in and out. It might take a while, but he planned to continue until those wall were white with his cum. He would fuck her until his foal batter flowed out of her breeding hole like a faucet.

And he had all day to do this.