Night had once again fallen on the city of Los Pegasus, Luna’s moon shining overhead like a large bit. Its light shone through the window of the hotel room where Hunter and Moondancer were laying on the bed as they stared up at the ceiling together. The room, and especially the bed, paled in comparison to what they were used to at the Clocktower Society. The room itself was very plain and boring, with thin walls that allowed them to hear what was going on several rooms down in either direction. As for the bed…well, let’s just say that it had seen better days. All in all it was a cheap room in a cheap hotel. Neither of them felt the desire to escape it and join the other ponies on the streets as they moved from game hall to game hall. Their bodies were too tired and their minds buzzing with the information they had learned.

“She got into the academy,” said Moondancer after a while. “I guess now we know where she went.”

Hunter rolled over to look at Moondancer who did the same. “Not surprising given how fast she is,” he stated.

“But what I don’t understand is why she’s self-destructing,” said Moondancer. “It would be more understandable if she didn’t get in. Sure, she would be overreacting since there would be other chances to get in. All she would need to do is apply next season or whatever. But she got in!”

Hunter sighed. “Maybe the reason she’s hurting so badly is because she got in,” he said. Moondancer blinked at him, clearly not understanding what he was getting at. “Like you said, she could always reapply next season if she had been rejected. But she did get in, something happened, and now it looks like she’ll never be allowed back in. Her dream is now in the trash.”

Moondancer’s eyes widened. “Do…do you think they told her she wasn’t good enough or something?” she asked. “Because I honestly think they’d be complete idiots if they did.”

Hunter took a deep breath as he rolled over to stare at the ceiling again. To be honest, the Wonderbolts weren’t that big of a deal in Hollow Shades. Almost all of their shows and derby’s were held during the day when his tribe was asleep. Then there was the small fact that thestrals, despite being fliers themselves, were unable to join. That was one of the few things that his town DID know about the Wonderbolts since a few thestrals had tried to join but never made it past admissions. So, because of this, not many thestrals actually cared enough to look at what makes one Wonderbolt material.

Still, Hunter was of the mind that Lightning Dust seemed to fit the bill. Not only was she fast, but she was skilled enough to dodge everypony at the banquet and remove all the dirty dishes from the tables without slowing down. That had to take a great deal of skill. And, if what Lightning Wing had told him about her daughter’s attitude was true, then her anger wasn’t a factor. With all this in mind, Hunter came up with only two options. Either she had done something to get kicked out or somepony had sabotaged her, most likely a higher up who was nervous that a rookie’s skill surpassed his or her own.

When he voiced his ideas, out of the corner of his eye he saw Moondancer bite her lower lip. “Both of those sound plausible,” she said when he had finished. “And I doubt that Lightning Dust is in any mood to tell us what happened right now. I mean, she’s gone so far to avoid talking about where she went to the ponies she loved and trusted. The odds that she’ll tell anypony else are almost non-existent.”

“I know,” Hunter said with a sigh as he closed his eyes. “At least we know this and can tell Lightning Wing what we found out. Maybe then she can talk to Dusty. I just wish we could do something more.”

“I feel the same,” admitted Moondancer as she moved in closer to Hunter. “It just…reminds me of what happened with me.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow as he looked over at his cute, nerdy sub. His lips pressed together as an important internal struggle ran through his mind. On one side was his curiosity, which wanted to know badly all of the details of what had happened to her. He knew a few things and had seen the condition of her former home, but he felt he didn’t know enough. On the opposing side was respect, wanting to let Moondancer tell him what happened when she was ready and on her terms. He had a feeling he could order her to tell her and she would do it to please him, but Hunter knew that if he did that he would damage their relationship. That he would overstep his privilege as her dom and possibly lose her.

“Moondancer,” he said, knowing what he had to do. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Moondancer, at first, said nothing. She just laid there for a moment or two as she stared up at the ceiling a bit longer. Then…

“I…I had a friend who meant the world to me,” she said at last, surprising Hunter. “Or, at least I saw her as my friend. We were always the two who took our studies the most serious back when we were in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. While the other students did whatever it was they wanted instead of working on the assignment, me and her would pour over the books like there was no tomorrow. It was nice knowing that there was somepony there that understood my love of learning and was equally passionate about it.”

“One day I decided to throw a party, my very first one ever. I wanted her to be there and to have a good time. I must have read every beginner’s guide to party preparation that the school had. I made sure we had just the right amount of punch that the books said, the snacks were situated on the table according to salt content, games all over the place. I put my heart into everything. And…she didn’t show up. Didn’t even bother to tell me in pony or send me a note explaining why. It was like I didn’t matter at all to her, an annoyance that she put up with only because we in the same classes. That’s when I fell into despair and cut myself off from the rest of the world. I…I just d-didn’t want to hurt like that ever a-again.”

Moondancer paused for a moment and Hunter could see there was moisture appearing in her eyes. He could see and hear her taking deep breathes to help calm herself down. Without any warning, Hunter reached over to her. Moondancer let out a gasp before she was pulled in close to him, their warm bodies and soft fur pressed against each other. Moondancer’s horn was pressed against the top of his head as the two stared into each other’s eyes.

“You’re alright,” he said as he tightened his hold on her while one of his leathery wings wrapped around her barrel. “I’ve got you. You can stop if it’s too painful.”

At that, Moondancer smiled as she slowly moved her hooves without breaking the embrace. Soon enough, her hooves were pressed against his chest. “I know,” she whispered before kissing his neck, “but I can go on.”

Slowly Hunter nodded and Moondancer continued her tale. She talked about how, for years, she remained by herself and never grew close to anypony with only books for company. There were some ponies who were worried about her and had tried to help her, but Moondancer had built up a wall so strong around herself that eventually they gave up. Then, out of the blue one day, the friend who hadn’t shown up at the party arrived at her doorstep bent on making up with her. She had tried everything she could think of to get Moondancer out of her shell, ending with a recreation of the party she hadn’t shown up to.

“She didn’t understand that it wasn’t the party that I was upset about,” finished Moondancer. “I had to spell it out to her, letting out all the emotions that had bottled up inside of me in that one moment. I felt like that was my darkest moment until I looked up and saw that I wasn’t alone. My old classmates, my friends, were there to help me get up as well as my sister, the bookseller, and the librarian. Seeing them all there, being there for me, helped me gain the courage to realize that I wasn’t alone. They’re the same ponies who brought me to the Society and, well, you know what happened after that.”

“Yeah,” said Hunter warmly as he tugged Moondancer a bit closer. Her face looked a bit red now which he was sure he was mirroring. A part of him wanted to take her, to re-establish that she was his now and he would never allow her to be alone again. To fill her with enough seed that everypony would know that as well. And he could smell her musk, telling him that she wanted that as well.

But then, damn it of all things, his mind just had to come up with an idea to help Lightning Dust! And it took him out of the mood! By the look on Moondancer’s face, she was confused why his member, which had been slowly poking out of its sheath in order to impale her rear holes, was returning.

“Hunter, did I do someth-”

“Dear Luna no,” said Hunter quickly, interrupting her before she could finish. He then let out a sigh. “I just got an idea that might help push Lightning Dust in a similar way you were.”

“Oh,” replied Moondancer as she blinked at him. “Well, that’s good. Right?”

“It is,” said Hunter. “But…I think it would work best if we did it in the Society. It’s a safe location and the best shot we’ll have at finding her again as long as she doesn’t get kicked out beforehoof. Best of all they’ll have everything we’ll need. But there’s a chance that we might cross a line that could get us in serious trouble within the Society. We might even get kicked out if this goes wrong. I want to help Lightning Wing and Lightning Dust, I really do, but risking what we have is not the kind of decision I think I should make on my own.”

“And you won’t,” replied Moondancer as she gently kissed his lips with no hesitation. She then brought one of her hooves to trace her choker. “Master, I will always be by your side even if we are removed from the Society. It may be the wonderful place where we met and it will be more difficult to have the same amount of fun we enjoy without it, but it’s just a place. Leaving it doesn’t mean we’ll have to split up or lose anything. I’ll still wear a collar to show that I belong to you with pride.”

As she said this, Hunter felt himself relax a bit thanks to his sub’s words and devotion. She was right, of course, about them. And as long as they could remain together, Hunter believed they could weather any storm. So, by the time she finished, Hunter had leaned over to kiss her once again.

“Well that solves one worry,” he said as he pulled back. “But there is still the hardest part remaining.”

“And what is that, my Master?” asked Moondancer.

“Figuring out how I am going to catch her,” was his reply.

It was two and a half weeks later before Star Hunter felt himself ready. He walked into the Slave Pens with his masked head held high while holding onto Moondancer’s leash. All around them were cages filled with moaning mares who eagerly awaited a random dom to claim them for either the weekend or the night. All of them were cuffed and chained in ways that forced them to present their most private places for inspection; even those chained to the walls had spreader bars attached to their legs so that a dom, if he or she wished, could place a hoof on their excited foalholes. They knew that Lightning Dust would be here this evening thanks to a tip given to them by Lightning Wing. According to the older pegasus, Dusty had been coming down here on her days off looking for some fun from random stallions and mares. Occasionally she would visit the Slums, but preferred the Slave Pens due to being able to rest while she waited for a potential dom.

For a while, the two looked around as if they were simply browsing around at the market place. A few times the sight of a slave caught their attention, like a red collared zebra mare who looked like she had recently reached adulthood. Her front hoof straps were attached to the ceiling of her cage while her lower ones were connected to the bottom leaving her suspended in the air, helpless to hide any of her body’s features. Or rather her accessories for she had rings pierced into both sides of her lower lips and a matching one on her clit. Several masked stallions were crowded around her, tugging at the rings without a hint of mercy as they listened to her cries which sounded as sweet as honey.

Another sub they paused at one that Hunter had seen before, a female griffon. Bound so that her claws were behind her back, wings tied tightly, and hind paws strapped to the bars of her cage so that she was at the mercy of a single stallion who was ramming his cock down her throat. He did this with the help of an O-ring fastened securely in her beak, keeping it both open as well as keeping the sharp edged front from coming down on his meat pole. Looking at what was visible of the dom’s face, Hunter could seem a frown of disappointment as if he had expected something more. Perhaps, if Hunter wasn’t looking for a specific pony, he might have stayed around to sample her after her mouth was freed.

After twenty or some minutes of browsing, the pair spotted Lightning Dust in the back in a cage marked: discount. Her cage was one of the smallest, narrowest Hunter had seen in this place. It was so narrow that Lightning Dust was unable to move within her enclose, making any and all attempts to restrain her seem like wasted effort. She laid there with bars on both sides of her head, legs forcibly spread for maximum comfort. There were other subs in the area who were in the same position and value. These subs, however, looked eager and excited to see Hunter. Many of them did their best to press their slits against the bars of their cages in the hopes that he might take notice of them or would cry out while looking at him with desperate desire.

Even before Hunter stopped at Lightning’s cage, he could tell that she wasn’t going to do either of these things. He couldn’t tell if she was bored with her situation or simply smug, that she was the best there was to be had and waiting for others to catch on. Both seemed like likely possibilities given what he knew about her.

“Well look at what we have here,” began Hunter as he began to look over Lightning Dust’s frame. He reached into the cage and began to feel Lightning’s firm legs and barrel. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her eyes betray her surprise that he was doing this rather than feeling her folds. “Thin yet muscular. Clearly an athletic build, most likely build for speed. Very nice. Bet she flies fast.”

Lightning Dust let out a chuckle. “Oh, I’m fast alright,” she said with a trace of arrogance.

Hunter let an evil smirk slip onto his features as he saw she was taking the bait. Ever since he and Moondancer had returned from Los Pegasus, the two of them had spent most of their free time researching and planning for this moment. While Moondancer had gone over various books ranging from psychology to the Clocktower resource reference guide, Hunter had continued to play detective as best he could. Based on that brief scene in the banquet hall as well as the sight of the pegasus’ possessions, Hunter felt he had a good idea what her trigger was. To test it out, he had asked Lightning Wing to have a few chats with Dusty and to bring up several topics during their conversations. He quickly learned what to mention to stroke her ego and what would send her into an uncontrollable rage.

“Is that so?” Hunter asked as he appeared to be appraising her wings. “Well then, perhaps you will prove to be a challenge in the City then.”

“Really, the City?” groaned Lightning Dust, the smugness vanishing only to be replaced with annoyance.

“Yes,” replied Hunter with a nod before gesturing to Moondancer. “While my slave has provided me with plenty of good chases, using all sorts of spells to try and throw me off her scent, I think I am in need of a different type of challenge. Perhaps you are fast enough to provide that?”

Lightning Dust let out a snicker. “Like you’d ever be able to catch me,” she said. “Buddy, I hate ta break it to ya, but me and the City don’t do well with each other. Been there a few times and usually the dom gives up after an hour meaning I get nothing out of it. I mean, what would they expect to happen when they bring one of the best fliers in Equestria to a place like that! A thestral like you would just be throwing your tallies away. Maybe if you had something different in mind we could-”

“Master,” interrupted Moondancer while adjusting her glasses. “Please forgive me for speaking out of turn, but I agree that you would be wasting your tallies on this slave that does not even know how to speak to her betters. Her claim to be ‘one of the fastest fliers in Equestria’ is nothing more than a poor boast. I mean, it’s not like she’s Wonderbolt material.”

Lightning Dust turned her eyes onto Moondancer. “Shut it four eyes,” she snapped through gritted teeth. Her face seemed to darken a bit as she seethed in barely controlled rage, just like they predicted. “You don’t have any idea what I can do.”

Moondancer smirked at that before leaning in close to her master’s side. “I am willing to bet that she’s afraid,” continued Moondancer, her statement causing Lightning Dust to look at her in further rage. “Nothing but talk, trying to worm her way out of the City where her poor flying skills will be on full display.”

“I’m not afraid of anything!” shouted Lightning Dust. She was breathing hard now, her chest pressing against the bars of the cage and almost foaming at the mouth.

“Well she has spirit,” commented Hunter as he reached down with his hoof to press it against her pussy. Gently he began to rub it in a circular motion to stimulate it. Despite her anger, Lightning’s body began to react as a small amount of mare juice began to gather on Hunter’s hoof as the mare’s anger began to ebb slightly. Once he was satisfied with the amount, Hunter brought the hoof to his nose and gave it a careful sniff.

“I think you might be challenging,” said Hunter before he licked his hoof while doing his best to make sure she could see his fangs. “And when I catch you, I’ll see what other surprises you have to offer. Perhaps you make adorable mewling noises as I rut you senseless. Or perhaps I should do something more extreme. If you can handle something like that.”

“You mean, if you can catch me,” said Lightning Dust in utter defiance. “Which, of course, you won’t. But hey, if you want to waste your tallies by taking me to one of the lamest nonconsensual play areas in the Society then go right ahead.”

Less than an hour later, Hunter stood before the entrance to the city with Lightning Dust, bound up tightly and gagged, in a wheelbarrow next to him. Before them were two archways: one blue with a large mask on the top with the other being colored red with a collar on top of it. From his past experiences, Hunter knew that these archways were like the ones that brought ponies from various parts of Equestria to the Clocktower in Ponyville. Once a pony or griffon or whatever walked through them, he or she would be teleported to a random spot within the City so the game could begin in earnest. There would be no cheap moves like jumping on the prey right out of the gate. Hunter would have to hunt her down before the real fun could begin.

Looking down at her, she still had that annoyed look on her face ever since they had left the Slave Pens. Perhaps it was because the dom running the place tonight had tried to urge Hunter out of buying Lightning Dust for the weekend. Lightning sat there while the salespony verbally degraded her, saying that she was a used and discarded sub who was of the lowest quality. That she was always brought back with several complaints. For several minutes he tried to sell Hunter a slave that would have a tighter pussy, ass, and would be easier on the eyes. Eventually, Hunter had to raise his voice a tad to make his decision clear. The dom nodded, muttering something about cheap doms before tossing her into the wheelbarrow.

It took a bit of time to untie her, the knots seemed to be extra tight and secure. As he fussed around trying to untie them, Lightning Dust began to growl with impatience and frustration. It took him maybe a good fifteen minutes to get the hang of some of these knots and another ten before Lightning Dust was finally free. Instantly she jumped out of her transportation and began to stretch out her legs.

“‘Bout frickin’ time,” she groaned as she extended her wings as far as she could. “I thought I was going to be there all night!” She then sighed before trotting over to her assigned archway. “Well, let's get this over with.”

“Before we do, there’s something I want you to wear,” said Hunter, causing Lightning to halt in mid step. “Something that will help you get into… character.” He waited for her to turn her head, looking curiously at him, before he reached behind him to pull out a Wonderbolts costume. Of course, it wasn’t a real one but instead a cheap Nightmare Night costume that he had found in the clearance section of a Barnyard Bargains.

“You want me to wear that?!” growled Lightning through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at the costume. Her wings extended again as she got into a pouncing stance.

“Only if you wouldn’t mind,” replied Hunter as calmly as he could, doing the best he could to appear in control. “You did say that you are one of the fastest fliers in all of Equestria and I have had this piece for a while now. Personally, I think it would suit you very well.” Hunter paused for a moment, noticing her wings shake slightly before letting out a sigh. “But, if it bothers you that much, you don’t have to wear-”

“It doesn’t bother me at all!” yelled Lightning as she dashed towards Hunter and grabbed the costume. Once it was in hoof, Lightning snorted in a manner that reminded Hunter of a bull before quickly putting it on at a frightening pace. When she finished, the thestral was pleasantly surprised to see how good it looked on her. The costume seemed to be a little tighter on her flank, showing off every curve in a very alluring way.

Lightning quickly noticed him staring and, for a moment, her expression faltered as a blush appeared on her cheeks. She almost looked vulnerable, looking away to hide it from her temporary master. It looked cute on her, to be honest. Yet when the moment passed, Lightning took a deep breath before throwing back her mane and marching into the archway without so much as a single word.

“Well, so far so good,” commented Hunter to himself as he entered his own archway. There was a bright flash of light and the next thing he knew was that he found himself in a bedroom that looked like a pink paint bomb had gone off, making him feel like a coffee stain or something similar. Looking out the window, Hunter saw that there were large buildings of brick all around him meaning he was most likely in an apartment building.

After opening the window all the way, Hunter took off into the open air of the underground cavern. Glancing upwards he saw that the artificial sky above him was cloudy, hiding both the moon and the stars that would normally be there. Despite this there was still plenty of light to go around from the street post lamps to the large neon signs that were shining their ads brightly on the very tops of buildings. Still, there wasn’t that much light which allowed for many dark areas and shadows within the City. Plenty of places for ponies like Hunter to lie in ambush, waiting for the time to strike.

With a fanged grin, Hunter flew up to one of the roof tops and began to look around for some sign of Lightning Dust. When he landed, the first thing he noticed was his location, the east side of the City. Just north of his location was the school and beyond that were the factories. South of him was a small town like setting, full of cottages and smaller homes with large yards. If he went west he would find more apartment complexes as well as expensive shops that could be used for a variety of scenes. While he already had a spot in mind for tonight, the western part of the City was vital for his plan of catching Lightning Dust. All he had to do was lure her there.

Sudden sounds from below caused his ears to twitch and gained his attention. Calmly he strode across to the edge of the building, looking down at the street with his mask’s ‘Eagle Vision’ activated so that he could get a better view. When he reached the alleyway between the building he was on and the one next to it, he spotted a couple already enjoying themselves. The dom was a changeling, looking up at his crystal pony sub who had her front hooves glued to the wall thanks to a green slime above her head. Hunter could see her hips were moving, an empty glass bottle positioned in her lower folds. For a time, he watched as the changeling slapped her flank hard when it looked like she was slowing down from filling it with her love juices. More than once she let out a pleasure filled cry to the artificial heavens before she was eventually silenced when the changeling shoved his meat stick into her mouth.

When Hunter finally pulled himself away from the sight he turned his attention to the sky around him. It was there, not too far away that he spotted his target zipping through the air while leaving an amber trail with a yellow zigzag in its middle. Seeing her flying around freely without a care that she would be spotted created a tiny spark of doubt within him. He knew she was fast, but this was insane! There was no chance in Equestria he could catch her in a straight on chase. He’d have a better chance at convincing Princess Celestia to give up cake for the next thousand years!

But, thankfully, he didn’t have to. He had the element of surprise on his side. From his time working with the MarksDom Guild, he had a better idea of where every nook and cranny within the City was. He had the home field advantage! He had to use it and be smarter than his opponent.

Taking a breath of air to calm his nerves, Hunter opened his wings to fly out into the night in her general direction. Instead of moving upwards, Hunter was content to fly low in the hopes that she would expect him to try and dive bomb her. Plus the shadows of the buildings allow him to better hide from her sight. The less warning she had the better for him!

After a while, Hunter had to leave the shadows to check and see where his prey was. He scanned the air for her trail, and when that proved unfruitful, the roofs of the buildings. It was there he spotted her. Lightning’s back was facing him with her head looking upwards towards the clouds, perhaps checking for signs of her predator. There was an artificial wind that blew towards him, meaning that if she had an extra sensitive nose she would be less likely to smell him.

While the setup seemed far too ideal for his tastes, Hunter was not going to allow a chance like this slip through his hooves. As quietly as he could, the stallion flapped his leathery wings to propel himself upwards before gliding towards Lightning. He could feel his heart rate quicken as he moved closer, his blood pumping hotly from the excitement. He reached out with his hooves, ready to grab her as she quickly neared him. Yet things rarely ever go so well for at the very last second, Lightning opened her wings and zoomed into the sky.

“Wow, you really fell for that,” she said after turning around with a cocky, shit eating grin on her face. “Better luck next time loser!” With that, Lightning zoomed away towards the residential area.

Hunter wasted little time flapping his wings as hard as he could to try and keep up. Lightning turned her head to look behind her with amusement written all over her features. Bit by bit, Hunter moved closer to her until he was right at the end of the trail she left behind and got no further. Hunter knew that despite him moving at his full speed Lightning was not. She was clearly slowing down intentionally, perhaps in the hope that Hunter would think he was catching up with her. So that she could be close to see the look on his face as she humiliated him into giving up.

Lightning was now lowering her position so that she was now zipping through the alleyways with Hunter nipping at her tail. Sharp turns seemed to be occurring every few seconds as they zoomed above dumpsters, street lamps, and couples rutting on the streets. It was all becoming a blur, broken only when they soared over the well lit streets for a few moments before taking another sharp turn into an ally. Lightning seemed to be going faster and faster, showing off how fast she could go in such narrow areas as well as her lightning fast reactions.

Hunter…not so much. Each twist and turn became a narrower miss, causing him to worry a bit more each time. He could feel the tips of his wings lightly brush against the walls of the buildings causing a slight burning sensation where it occurred. It was when Lightning reacted in a split second, moving upwards along a wall to avoid hitting it that Hunter failed. He went head first into the brick building, making a splat sound as he stuck to it like a flattened fly. As he slowly, painfully, peeled himself off he could hear laughter above him. Looking up, Hunter could see Lightning Dust hovering in mid-air, her front legs wrapped around her barrel in a hug as she laughed her flank off.

“Oh, you should see your face right now!” exclaimed Lightning as she began to calm down. Brushing a tear out from her eye, she zoomed downwards to Hunter so he could better see the smug look on her face. “Well, master, ready to call it quits? Ready to admit you can’t handle a sub like me in this place?”

“Laugh it up now,” said Hunter as he pried himself from the wall. “It’ll make it all the sweeter when I catch you.”

“Prrf,” went Lightning as she moved away. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Half a tick later, Lightning was gone leaving Hunter all by himself.

“Well, her pride’s in full force right now,” muttered Hunter as he floated upwards to see where he was. Less than a block away from the residential area. “Now, time to break it.” Calmly, Hunter glided downwards to where a ponyhole cover lay in the ground. With a grunt he was able to lift it before heading down into the sewers of the City.

Well, to be honest, the place was only called the sewers. In truth it was a remarkably clean and well kept area underneath the City, full of lairs where prey was brought to enact some fun. These lairs were alcoves in the walls that were big enough to hold a variety of equipment for a more sinister looking play time between master and slave. Many species of doms, like diamond dogs and changelings for example, had a preference of dragging those they caught underground which added a hint of fear to those who they caught. It was, after all, natural to be afraid of being taken underground in such a manner. Many races he knew had horror stories about being dragged underground by monster to be eaten or something worse. This fear added to the excitement of many doms and subs alike.

Of course, there were other ways the sewers could be used. For example, as Hunter glided through the wide open tunnel system, there were many stairways that he knew lead up to the many buildings above him. Picking one completely at random, Hunter went up a spiral steel stairway as fast as he could. The higher he went up, the more the scenery around him shifted from an underground tunnel to an office building. Without pausing to look around, Hunter went up six stories where he then got off on an open floor littered with cubicles. Ignoring them, Hunter rushed over to the windows where he began to look out of them for signs of his prey. Nothing in the sky or on the ground. Frowning, Hunter went back down into the sewers and tries again with a different building.

Hunter repeated this several more times. Once, he almost found himself interrupting another couple in the middle of a scene. He had come up in another office building and, on the way up to one of the upper floors; there was a large board room within a glass room. In the middle of it, tied to a massive table, was an earth pony mare with a zebra stallion standing above her. There was writing all over her body like ‘Prime Office Slut’, ‘Company Property’, and ‘Boss’s Bitch’. The zebra was saying something that Hunter couldn’t hear, most likely due to the glass. There was a tiny part of him that was curious where this would go, but his desire to find Lightning Dust took priority causing him to quickly continue on his way. When he came back down he didn’t even look to see what they were doing, simply returning to the sewer to continue his search.

It was on the sixth or maybe seventh try that he finally spotted her. The building he was in was no longer an office building or an apartment, but the basement of a house within the residential district. Once he had left the basement, Hunter had looked through each of the windows before spotting his target from the one in the kitchen. Lightning was still on the lawn two houses down, arrogantly rubbing a hoof on her suit looking very pleased with herself as her eyes seemed to scan the buildings in front of her. It was clear she was looking for any signs of her chaser, ready to move quickly at a moment’s notice.

“Ok then,” whispered Hunter as he looked around the kitchen and grabbing a bread box. Quickly he aimed at the window before chucking the bread holding box with all his might, causing it to crash through the window loudly. As the ear splitting noise filled his ears, Hunter raced towards the back of the house to exit the building, only stopping when he felt the earth beneath his hooves.

He paused for a moment before carefully moving down four houses, doing his best not to make too much noise. Breathing quietly, Hunter moved around the house before peaking around its corner to where Lightning Dust last sat. She was still there, but now was positioned like a scared cat ready to pounce and her back towards him. Her wings were somewhat stretched, ready to help her in a fight or flight situation. He could guess that he had scared her a little with that ploy, her attention being drawn in the direction of the broken window for the moment. And she was facing west which was perfect for him.

Once more, Hunter began to move but more quickly than before so that he was almost at a gallop. He could see Lightning’s ears twitch and she turned around just in time to see him leap into the air to grab her. Had she been any other pony she would have been caught in his front legs within a second. However she was faster than that, opening her wings fully and moving out of his reach quickly. Looking at her, Hunter could see traces of surprise in her eyes.

“Holy Celestia that was close,” she cried. “Good try, but not good enough!” With that, Lightning sped away into the night sky. The thestral dom watched her trail closely, smiling as he saw that she was now heading west.

Opening his wings, he took after her with great haste while moving back into the more crowded area of the City. No longer were there small dwellings below him but various looking shops, cafés and restaurants that wouldn’t look out of place in Manehatten or the like. While looking around, he could see several subs walking around like they were enjoying a day shopping with friends or catching up with their friends over a hot cup of hot chocolate. From where he was, Hunter could spot their doms as they eyed their targets. They were waiting for the right time to strike, building anticipation before beginning their chase.

As Hunter lowered himself closer to a rooftop to begin his search a sudden scream caught his attention. Smirking at the familiarness of that scream, Hunter adjusted his course towards where he knew Lightning was. He only had to travel a few blocks before he spotted a series of billboards and shops, all Wonderbolt themed. Normally, there would be a larger variety for stores and shops ranging from Princess themed cafes to bookstores and even a porno shop. Yet with the help of the MarksDom Guild, Hunter was able to change it for this single night. Many of the shops down there either had large Wonderbolt styled posters or sold various items of theirs ranging from plushies to dildos. Each billboard now had a smiling picture of a Wonderbolt including their newest member Rainbow Dash.

And in the middle of it was Lightning Dust, screaming again in utter rage as she hovered in front of the newbie’s image. Forgetting everything around her Lightning began to claw at the picture with her hooves and even her teeth like a wild animal. After ripping out a good chunk of the picture, where her heart would have been, Lightning turned towards where Spitfire’s picture was and proceeded to give her the same treatment.

Moving in quickly before she caused too much damage, Hunter went to grab Lightning and end this chase. However, as luck would have it, one of the pieces Lightning tossed to the side landed on his face causing him to lose sight and crash right through the billboard. Quickly removing the obstruction to his sight and turning around, he saw Lightning was slowly registering what had just happened. And, not willing to give her a chance to get away and avoid this area like the plague, Hunter zoomed forwards so that he went through the billboard again in order to grab is target.

The shock of seeing Hunter coming out of Spitfire’s chest, even a picture of one, must have been horrific on some level because Lightning could not hide her fear now. Maybe some brilliant writer had written about something like this happening with monsters or whatever, who knows? All that mattered right now was that Lightning was panicking, flying downwards into one of the stores rather than ANYWHERE else. Hunter followed her as Lightning crashed through a window of a now adult themed Wonderbolts store. Now Lightning was surrounded by large, already inflated blowup dolls of the Wonderbolt stallions with life like dildos attached to them. There were also life size flanks of the Wonderbolt mares for stallions who wanted something to hold onto while they rutted it with all their might and filling with their seed. Full body pillows were hung from the ceiling, the figures on them looking down upon the customers with come hither looks on their faces as their bodies were poised in seductive ways.

All of this escaped Lightning’s notice before she crashed into the ‘official’ mountain of Wonderbolt dildos, each proudly bearing the symbol of the team. Lightning let out a muffled scream of rage as she tried to get out only to stop when Hunter’s front legs grabbed her.

She had been caught.

Author's Note

Next comes the big clop

thanks to Koekelbag and Paper Ponies for their editing