Hunter's Catch

by Brony-wan-kenobi

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Bat Pony, Fetish, Romance, Moondancer, Sex, Lightning Dust, Slice of Life
Length: 34328

As Hunter continues his relationship with his sub, Moondancer, within the kink society a new mare enters the picture. Will Hunter be able to help a friend? Will he be able to catch a mare that moves like lightning?

Time has passed since Star Hunter, a thestral stallion, joined the Society. Since then he has gained a wonderful relationship with the nerdy Moondancer who he is also living together with. He has become a more active member within this secret society, venturing out a bit more from his favorite area: the City. Even his latest book has sold better.

But, when he see's a friend in trouble, Hunter is compelled to help her. In order to do so, he will have to chase one of the fastest non-Wonderbolts in Equestria. Will he be able to catch her or will he be left in the dust?

Featured 8/15/2017

Cover art and editing done by the great: Manifest Harmony

Featured 7/1/17

Published 2017-06-30 21:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-27 21:21:01 UTC

Seasons Change

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.

A Friends Request

The city of Los Pegasus was one that never slept. During the daytime hours, there were all sorts of all age fun to be had as ponies filled the various game halls that seemed to stretch on forever. With their blinking lights, playful atmosphere, and the almost never ending sounds of machines dispensing tickets made this a great getaway for the family. Then, when Celestia began to lower the sun, other types of fun could be found. As the crowds at the gaming halls began to thin, the various stage halls sprang to life showing off various acts from magicians to comedians to incredible acrobatics. Those who were unable to get tickets would either head over to one of the many cheap all you can eat restaurants to show off their winnings with their friends or to complain about how they were cheated in a game of go fish.

The setting sun also signaled something else. Various ponies from all across Equestria would head back to their hotel rooms to change into more fancy attire. Stallions would put on their best suits while the mares would dress in the hottest fashions before heading towards one of several banquet halls that dotted Los Pegasus. There, events like conventions and award ceremonies would be held with some of the finest food in the area littered on the tables. The ponies, and sometimes a griffon or two, would mingle with each other while above their heads chandeliers made in the Crystal Empire shone brightly. Sometimes there would be polite laughter over the tinkling of fine crystal glasses thrown into the mix, nothing like the wilder party life found elsewhere.

And right now, Hunter would have given every bit he owned to be anywhere else but in one of the banquet halls.

“Cheer up Hunter,” said Moondancer as she patted her dom's shoulder. The thestral only moaned in response, his head planted into their table and caring nothing for how this might look.

“I can’t believe it,” he muttered into the table. “I…was so sure we would win some extra bits. Maybe not one of the top prizes, but something. We could…you know.”

“I know,” said Moondancer as she kissed his cheek. Slowly, Hunter raised his head to look at her in her gown, feeling a twinge of guilt as he did. The black dress fit her perfectly and made it difficult to tell if the choker was a part of the outfit or not. However, it showed signs of wear and tear, with several areas fraying. Anypony who looked at her would think that it was either an old dress that she didn’t want to part with or second-hoof. Hunter wasn’t fairing much better, dressed in a similarly rugged black suit and red tie. Both of them had considered using the bits from their house fund in order to wear something better for this evening; however Hunter had been the one to point out that every bit they saved helped. That if he did win something, they would be able to get closer their goal.

What made him feel worse was just how close he had been and who had beaten him. If he just sold sixteen more books he would have beaten Red Herring, another ‘murder mystery’ writer who he loathed. She was, in his mind at least, a real piece of work. While the two of them wrote similar genres, Red seemed more focused on love triangles and adding cooking recipes to her stories in order to get more ponies to pick up her books. Hunter had always found this annoying because it would sometimes feel like the murder was a background element rather than the driving force. But that was just her as a writer, as a pony she was far less tolerable. Every time the two of them were in the same room, she would only refer to him as a ‘lunatic’ or ask which of his acquaintances the murderer was based on and whether the royal guard had caught them yet.

“Do you, um, want to leave?” asked Moondancer as she nervously adjusted her glasses. “I mean, we could go you know where and have some fun if you want.”

Hunter looked over at the mare with a raised eyebrow. One of the things he had learned from other doms was never to have a session with your sub when your spirits were low or when you were angry. He had been told, as a dom, one of the highest responsibilities he would have was to keep his sub safe. If he wasn't in control of his emotions going into the session, if he brought in any baggage, then there would be the temptation to take it out on her. To lash out in anger, losing control until - well, Hunter really didn’t want to think about what might happen. He couldn't risk hurting Moondancer.

“Nah,” he said after a moment, trying to put on a smile. “We can go there anytime we wish. But, really, how many times will we get a vacation like this? In Los Pegasus for the weekend? Might as well make the most of it. Besides, aren’t there a few ponies you’d like to meet?” As Hunter said this, he gestured to a small stack of books lying on the floor next to Moondancer. His nerdy unicorn had brought them with her, in the hopes that she might get a few of them signed.

“W-Well,” stammered Moondancer with a delightful blush on her face, her eyes moving to the crowd and then back towards Hunter. “If you don’t feel up to it I understand. Right now, I just want to help make you feel better.”

Hunter chuckled before he whispering . “I thought it was the dom’s job to cheer up the sub when she needs emotional comfort, not the other way around.” He smiled playfully.

“I think in any relationship, the couple is supposed to help each other out,” replied Moondancer with a small smile of her own. “Sometimes, I think, somepony like me needs to step up when she sees that the pony she relies on needs a helping hoof. And after all you do for me; I’m always willing to give you that hoof and more if it’ll help.”

In response, Hunter leaned over and kissed her. It was perhaps less passionate than he wanted to - after all, they weren’t alone right now - but it was a caring kiss. She responded by almost melting into him. When it was over, Hunter pulled back just a tiny bit so that she could feel his lips moving as he spoke.

“What did I ever do to get such a wonderful mare like you to be in my life?” he asked.

“You decided to chase me,” was her response.

“Well then, let me help you chase down some ponies so you can get those books signed,” Hunter said, already feeling better.

As Moondancer picked up her books in her magical aura, Hunter scanned the crowd. Most of them were huddled around in the center front of the hall. The thestral knew that Spitfire of the Wonderbolts was there, promoting a new tell-all autobiography of her time as leader of the Wonderbolts. He was sure many of the authors here wanted to chat up one of the biggest stars here for one reason or another. Further scanning showed a group of self-styled griffin entrepreneurs who had written some ‘get rich quick’ books showcasing mostly-legal methods of making your first fortune. They were laughing like mad ponies…er, griffons? Either way, they wouldn’t likely interest Moondancer. He did spot a few romance novelists in another corner talking about-

Suddenly, Hunter found himself being levitated along with several books. “There he is!” cried Moondancer, her eyes shining with admiration as she charged towards an elderly stallion. Hunter's heart froze. He knew this unicorn. Even if he weren't wearing a grey v-cut sweater and half moon spectacles, that light blue coat and grey mane and beard gave him the appearance of a learned stallion. While he had never met this pony face to face, their last few letters to each other had been less than pleasant.

“Professor Beaker,” Moondancer squealed as they approached him, the stallion almost jumping in the air in surprise. As soon as he turned around the stallion's eyes widened upon seeing that a large book was thrust in front of his face. “Could you please sign my copy of Alchemy: Where Magic and Nature Meets?”

For a moment, Professor Beaker seemed frozen there. Then he gave a deep, heartily chuckle. “Of course my dear, of course,” he said as he summoned himself a quill. “I must say, don’t get many requests for one of these here. Or anywhere in fact. Young ponies like yourself would sooner ask for the signature from the likes of A.K. Yearling than an old husk like me, my dear.”

“That’s such a shame,” Moondancer sighed as she watched the professor sign her book with great interest. “There are so few books out there that give such a detailed account on how alchemy works and even fewer that discuss the important difference between the types used by zebras and deer. Erm, that is, if you even consider the deer method to really be alchemy. I mean, it's only been identified as a thaumaturgical branch in the last three years, right?.”

“Yes, that is true,” said Beaker as he gave the now signed book to an excited Moondancer. “However, I personally consider it alchemy. They require liquid reagents, and it is ultimately a form of chemical transmutation and refining of base elements.. While their method of application is novel and unorthodox,, I still find myself more fond of the the zebra school, since it focuses more on healing rather than restoring nature. Of course, they did cure my chest pain for me, so I suppose I'm a bit biased. One drink and the pain was gone.”

“Ah, I hate to interrupt,” Hunter ventured, still floating in the grasp of Moondancer's magic. Both of the unicorns turned to look at him, as if noticing him for the first time.

“Oh no!” cried Moondancer as she lowered Hunter to the ground. “Hunter, I’m so sorry. I got excited and-”

“It’s fine,” Hunter said calmly as he placed a hoof on her shoulder..

“Well now,” said Beaker as he looked at the two. “Who might this be?”

“Right,” said an embarrassed Moondancer. “We haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Moondancer and this is my coltfriend Star Hunter.”

Please don’t remember me, thought Hunter. Please don’t remember me. Please don’t remember me! For the love of Luna, Discord, and Celestia PLEASE DON’T REMEMBER ME!

“Hmm, that name sounds familiar,” commented Beaker, tapping his chin with his hoof while looking at the ceiling. “Now, you couldn’t have been a student of mine. No, that would be impossible for a thestral like…Wait, now I remember! I believe I sent you a letter once.”

Hunter let out a sigh while his wings drooped a little. “Yes,” he said woefully. “But just calling it a letter wouldn’t do it justice. It was fourteen pages long and you used some very…colorful words.”

“Yes well,” began the professor, looking rather embarrassed now. “Perhaps I got carried away when I wrote to you. My only intention was to correct a serious mishandling on the basic capabilities of a unicorn's magical grasp and thaumic field. I had several very worried students who believed, in no small part due to that one book of yours, that it was possible to destroy another pony’s heart via a relatively simple and commonplace spell. Your explanation was thorough enough to fool the average layperson, and between my students and the non-unicorn community I found myself answering three or four inquiries a day as to whether some psychopathic unicorn could do something like this.”

“Well there was that one case seventy years ago,” Moondancer mused, her words causing Beaker to take a step back. “I remember reading about it in some old news clippings back when I was a student in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns.” She paused for a moment, blushing under the curious gazes of the two stallions. “A small project on using simple spells in unusual ways. Didn't the abstract for the project claim it was theoretically possible?”

“Well, er, it is possible,” admitted Beaker. “But that's hardly the point! An average unicorn who has not undergone extensive magical training would find the task nearly impossible even if they were aware of its plausibility.. The way you wrote it made it sound as if-”

“Hey, hey now,” said a cheery voice off to the side. “Less shop talk gentlecolts! This is a party!” Hunter turned to see a black unicorn with a white spot over his left eye. He was dressed in a bronze colored suit that looked like it had copper gears sown into it as well as a matching top hat. His horn looked like it was encased in copper with a steam pressure gauge sticking out of its side and copper saddle bags near his rear. Hunter recognized him as Method Writer, author of the popular Steam Horn series.

Beaker let out a groan. “Oh, another writer of utter nonsense,” he said while rolling his eyes. “The implausibilities you spew in those books of yours. Mechanical ponies powered the same way a train is? Impossible!”

“What you call implausible, I call inspirational,” replied Method with a grin. “Might challenge some young pony to try and make them a reality.” The unicorn then turned to look at Hunter. “Now I believe we should celebrate since Star Hunter here was able to get an invite. And well deserved! I quite enjoyed reading your last book. The way you described the killer's thoughts made me feel like he was more an animal stalking his prey, relishing every moment up to the kill. Very gripping. Your best work to date!” At this, Hunter and Moondancer shared a look before giving their best ‘not nervous’ laugh.

After that, the four of them chatted pleasantly about nothing. In all honesty, they were just talking to talk. Beaker talked to Moondancer about some new research trip he was planning during the next break to observe some creatures that could use similar shape changing magic as the changelings. Method, meanwhile, spotted Red Herring and began to do impressions of her that were so good that that Hunter burst out laughing. All in all, it was just an enjoyable experience that, sadly, had to end sooner or later.

Once they had departed from the company of Beaker and Method, Hunter began to scope out who else Moondancer might like an autograph from. As he did, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a blur heading to various tables to remove dirty dishes before refilling drinks. Whoever it was seemed to slow down a bit when they got close to Spitfire. Not enough for Hunter to make out many features but enough to give him an idea that she was a pegasus mare. It only lasted a moment, however, and once that moment was over the mare sped into the kitchen.

“Oh Celestia,” whispered Moondancer, catching Hunter’s attention. Looking over at her, he noticed she was pointing a hoof at another unicorn with a very long silver mustache. “That’s Secret Scrolls! He worked hard to restore several ancient spell books that Twilight discovered in the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters! Classical magical knowledge might have been lost forever if he hadn’t been there to preserve them.”

“Watch it you idiots!” screamed a loud voice that echoed through the hall, cutting off Hunter before he could open his mouth. A series of crashing noises quickly followed the voice before it screamed again. “Would you quit your crying already! I’m out there, busting my flank while you and the rest of these losers drag your hooves! Do any of you know how to move past a crawl?!”

There was another crash, but this time was not followed by the screaming voice. A few ponies murmured inquiries about what, exactly, was happening, but before any theories could be brought up the doors to the kitchen slammed open and revealed a mare dressed in the white, button up shirt, black vest, and red bow tie of the venue's wait staff. Even though the doors were a good distance away, Hunter’s eyes could still make out her light turquoise coat and amber mane with gold stripes. She seemed to be glaring at everything and her teeth were gritted together so tightly that Hunter thought he could hear them grinding faintly. She snorted, visible jets of air coming out of her nostrils as she marched out into the crowd who parted away from her.

“You know what?” she shouted while turning her head to look at the rest of the staff within the kitchen, all of them looking scared or about to cry. “I don’t have to put up with you losers. I’m out of here!” With that, the mare began to storm her way through the crowd while using one hoof to tear off her uniform piece by piece before throwing it behind her without caring where it landed.

“Dusty, please wait,” came a familiar voice that caused Hunter’s eyes to perk. He turned his head back toward the kitchen and saw Lightning Wing, the mare who had first brought him to the Clocktower Society. Panic was seared into her features as she flew over to Dusty and landed in front of her. “Please don’t do this again. I had to get on my knees to beg for you to get this job. Don’t throw this chance away!”

Dusty rolled her still eyes. “If this is the best begging gets you, mom, then I don't need it.” she growled. Lightning Wing raised a hoof, her mouth open to say something, but Dusty was already a blur and out of the building before a word could be formed.

As the crowd began to murmur and talk amongst themselves about what they had just seen, Hunter watched as Lightning Wing fell onto her plot. He could clearly see the face that had once been sat across the table from him and smiled as she offered him the chance to make his dreams come true slowly lose its composure until she was on the verge of tears. As the mare placed a hoof on her heart and began to breathe deeply, Hunter walked towards her with Moondancer following. He had no idea what he was going to say or what he could do. He didn’t even knew if he should do anything, if it would be better for the Society if he just pretended he didn’t know her and met up with her when nopony else was around. Yet, at that moment, he knew he had to go towards her.

When he was close enough, Hunter gently placed a hoof on her shoulder. Lightning Wing let out a gasp and spun in his direction. Her eyes then went wide as she recognized him, followed with her biting her lower lip. They stared at each other for a moment, and Hunter wondered if she was as confused and worried as him.

Finally, Hunter spoke. “Hey,” he said gently before gesturing over to a nearby table. “I saw what happened. Let’s get you off this dirty floor and onto something more comfortable.” Lightning Wing nodded, her face relaxing somewhat as she got to her hooves. As they approached the table, Moondancer used her magic to pull the seats out for them so that they could be seated close to each other. Once they were all seated, a glass of water teleported in front of Lightning Wing.

“My mother used to do that for me when I got upset,” said Moondancer as Lightning Wing took the cup in her hooves. “I think it’ll help more than the hard drinks they're serving here.”

“Th-Thank you,” stuttered Lightning before she gulped down the drink. Once it was empty, Lightning set the cup down and took several more deep breaths which seemed to help. She still looked miserable as she stared down at the table.

For a moment or two, they all sat there in silence. It was Hunter who finally broke it.“So, about what happened. Do…Do you want to talk about it?”

“I,” began Lightning Wing before she gulped. “I just don’t know where I went wrong with her.” Her voice trembled and she sniffled, threatening another bout of tears.

“Was she always like that?” asked Moondancer as she summoned up a pitcher of water and poured Lightning Wing another glass.

“Celestia no,” replied Lightning Wing as she looked up. “Dusty has always been headstrong and proud but she never used to blow up like she did tonight. My daughter used to have it all: a good reputation around these parts, a decent paying job, even a special somepony who was planning on giving her a,” Lightning Wing lowered her voice a bit, “special collar.” Lightning Wing then shook her head sadly before taking another drink.

“So what happened?” asked Hunter, very curious now.

“I don’t know!” exclaimed Lightning Wing as she threw up her hooves.. “One day she told all of us that she was going on an important trip and would only tell us where she went when she got back. The look on her face when she said this, she was so excited that I thought she had been in, well, one of the special pits that I know she likes. But, when she came back, she refused to say where she went or what happened.

“That…That was when it really started. She would be fine for a couple of days before suddenly exploding in random bursts of anger. There were times when she would become more impatient with others, yelling and screaming and causing a scene. It was just horrible. Then when we tried to calm her down she’d just snap at us, as if we were part of the problem. And when it was all said and done she’d act like nothing had happened. Eventually she lost her job and most ponies in these parts started to steer clear of her.

“That’s not all she’s lost,” continued Lightning Wing, in a low voice once more. “Her coltfriend, well he did his very best to stand by her side through it all but eventually things just got worse between them. In their, ah, sessions she would avoid ringing her bell or using the safe words no matter how intense things became. Then, whenever he got worried and ended things, she said she could have taken it and called him him chicken or accused him of not having faith in her. In the end, he walked away from her as well.

“You have no idea how much this hurts me,” she said while shutting her eyes tightly. “I feel so powerless to help my one and only daughter as she destroys her whole life. She’s bouncing from job to job, can’t pay any of her bills, chased away somepony who cared about her, and soon she’ll lose the only thing she has left other than me: the Society.”

“Hasn’t anypony there talked to her about this?” asked Hunter.

Lightning Wing let out a sigh. “I’ve tried getting her to see a Den Mother since this all began,” she said. “But she refuses every time claiming she’s not the pony with the problem. I…I’ve been doing the best I can to keep her in the Society because right now it’s the only place she has left that hasn’t thrown her on her flank. I’ve been paying her membership fees and putting out fires she’s created, but it’s only a matter of time. She’s been caught several times already sleeping in the personal suites as well as other places she shouldn’t be. Not only that, but more than a couple of doms have launched complaints against her before I could stop them. She’s had several warning already and if this keeps up I’m afraid she’ll get kicked out.”

“Well, there has to be somepony she’ll listen to,” said Hunter as he racked his brain for an idea. “What about, ah, her father?” At that, Hunter watched as Lightning Wing’s body became very rigged.

“Dusty hasn’t seen her father since she was six weeks old,” she almost snarled. “I woke up one morning to find all of his things gone and not even a note saying where he was going.”

“Well,” began Moondancer as she adjusted her glasses. “Can I assume that we’re all thinking that this trip she went on didn’t go so well?” Both Hunter and Wing nodded, Wing calming down a great deal as she did. “Then, judging by her behavior, I believe she is trying to repress it and ignore whatever pain or anger she is feeling inside resulting in herself destructing on the outside. And, well, I don’t think she’ll get any better until she finally admits what the problem is. Hopefully she won’t hit rock bottom before that happens.”

Lightning Wing placed her head on the table while letting out a pitiful moan. “She’s so headstrong I don’t think even hitting rock bottom will get her to admit anything. Maybe if I could figure out where she went, then maybe I could confront her and get her to open up.”

“Well, maybe we can help,” said Hunter. At this declaration, Lightning Wing raised her head and her mouth hung open for a moment.

“I-I can’t ask you to do that,” she said.

“We are in town for the weekend,” said Hunter. “I think we can spare a couple of hours to see if we can find out what happened. Maybe even coming up with a plan to help her confront what happened.”

“And it’s the least we can do,” said Moondancer, a smile on her face as she said this. “The way I see it, it’s because of you and Dusty that we’re together right now. You were the one assigned to approach Hunter about the Society. Then, according to Hunter, the reason you weren’t with him during his private tour was because your daughter got into trouble. If that hadn’t of happened then maybe I might never have bonded with Hunter that day the way I did.” As she said this, Moondancer reached over and placed a hoof on one of Hunter’s. He smiled and caressed it, his heart swelling with pride.

“But, that’s not the only reason,” continued Moondancer. “For a long time, I sort of self destructed in my own way. I shut myself out from the world and let everything crumble around me. My home, my relationship with my friends, and even my goals in life. I really couldn’t see how bad it was until an old friend stopped by and sort of stalked me for a few days. She…She tried everything she could think of to get me to open up again. It went badly, but eventually I was able to let out all the pain that was inside of me. When that happened and I saw that I wasn’t alone, I took that first step into getting better. So I really don’t mind us taking some time out of our vacation to help out Dusty.”

Both Hunter and Moondancer looked over at Lightning Wing who still looked a little shocked. Yet, as the seconds passed, her face began to scrunch a bit as a smile appeared on her face. Tears filled with joy and relief began to form in her eyes as she quickly got out from her seat. Lightning Wing moved at a galloping speed despite the very short distance towards them, wrapping her forelegs around them when she was close enough and hugging them with all her might.

“Ok,” said Hunter as both he and Moondancer walked down one of the busy streets. It was about noon and the thestral was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, not helped by the blinding sunlight, which he almost suspected was the result of Celestia raining down some kind of cruel judgment on the city. In front of the couple was a six story apartment complex, not so different than many of the others that now dotted the streets of this part of Los Pegasus. Gone were the noisy game parlors and bright lights, replaced by this more residential area.

“According to Lightning Wing, this is where Dusty used to live,” continued Hunter with a yawn and doing his best to point to the building with one of his hooves. “If we’re going to find out anything, this will be the best place to start.”

“Are you sure?” asked an equally tired Moondancer. Having become more nocturnal like her dom made this just as difficult for her. “Wouldn’t it be better to start with some of her old friends or maybe her old coltfriend?”

“According to my police contacts, the best place to start detective work is always a home or office,” explained Hunter, wishing he had a hot chocolate or something to help keep him awake. “It’s a stationary location that, even if the pony you’re looking for isn’t there, will provide at least an insight into what makes them tick. Besides, we know this address and not how to find any of her old friends. Starting with them would mean we’d have to try and figure out where they work and hope that they’re there today or run around town searching for them. Who knows how much time we could lose?”

Moondancer gave a weak nod. “I guess that makes sense,” she admitted.

As the two approached the building, one of the windows opened to reveal a dark red pegasus with a crooked jaw. Looking at the two, the stallion grinned while sticking his unshaven face out the window.

“Hello young couple,” he said in a thick accent. “Are you here for apartment? I have one open on top floor. Is perfect of you. Has three bedrooms for growing family and easy roof access. Low, low rates and good neighbors.”

“Must be the landlord,” muttered Hunter before he spoke a bit more loudly to the grinning stallion. “Hi there. We’re looking for information on a pony who used to live here. Went by the name Dusty?”

At once, the stallion's face hardened and the air was filled with such a bad vibe that the two took a step back. “Lightning Dust!” he hissed before spitting on the ground. “She is still telling ponies she lives here?! Even after she gone I get this. Bah! No more. If I have to put up sign saying she’s not here I do it then!” He then turned his full attention back to Hunter and Moondancer. “Begone with you. I know not where that cow is.”

As the stallion pulled his head back inside and prepared to slam the window shut, Hunter stepped forwards. “Actually, we’re doing a favor for Dust’s mother,” said Hunter quickly. “All we want to do is look around her old apartment and-”

“Somepony else has taken it,” said the landlord, his hooves still on the window. “Few months back she not pay her rent. First time, I let slide since it never happen with her before. I tell her to pay me when she can. Second month comes by and still no rent. I speak to her and we exchange words. Very strong words were said about my mama. My mama is a very good, nice pony and I love her very much, so I tell that rent-welching shrew to pay up and she slams door in my face. So, when she left the next day, I change lock on her door. Tell her then and there that if she wants her shit back she pays what she owes. Good day!” With that, the landlord slammed the window shut so hard that it created several cracks in the window.

“Well, that was…enlightening,” said Moondancer as she adjusted her glasses.

“So he’s keeping her things,” said Hunter thoughtfully before he turned to Moondancer. “Let’s take a look in the back.”

Moondancer answered him wordlessly by nodding before the two began to make their way around the building. There they found several storage sheds that had doors of thick bars instead of solid onesdoors. Most of them held one or two items like grills and lawn chairs. But there was one that was different. It was by far the largest of them all, holding a wide assortment of things like pictures, indoor furniture, letters, and so forth. As they got closer, the two noticed that most of the items in this shed were not in the best of shape. In fact, the vast majority looked as if they had been used as replacement balls for the local hoofball team, and the rest were either coffee-stained or caked with dust.

As Hunter and Moondancer stood in front of this shed, the thestral scanned the contents and noticed a few papers close to the crystal bars. Close enough, in fact, for him to reach in and grab with his hoof. Looking back and forth to see if anypony was watching, Hunter reached forwards but was stopped by Moondancer.

“Don’t do that,” she said quickly before pointing a hoof at something right behind the bars. Hunter followed the path of her hoof, noticing small engravings in the ground. They were symbols, runes by the looks of them, burnt into soil by a powerful spell.

“What are they?” he asked, pulling his hoof back.

“Security markers,” replied Moondancer. “The Canterlot Library had the same thing for the restricted reading section. If anything with mass enters or is removed from that space they will activate, alerting either the landlord or the local police. You can’t reach in to grab something, teleport in, or teleport something out.”

“Well that’s just peachy,” groaned Hunter as he face hoofed. But, as he was lowering his hoof, he noticed Moondancer’s horn was glowing. At first, he thought she might be trying to deactivate the runes. Instead, her magic was lifting several items within the shed close enough to them to inspect.

When he turned to look at his sub again, he noticed Moondancer had a bit of a blush on her face. “Funny story,” she began. “There was this one book that the library had, but I couldn’t get access to because of the markers. Since I couldn’t take it out without them finding out, I wondered what would happen if I just levitated it closer to me.”

“Moondancer, you are a genius,” said Hunter with a wide grin on his tired face.

“Thanks,” replied Moondancer as she adjusted her glasses. “So, let’s see if we can find…anything.”

For the next several minutes, Moondancer began to pull things towards them as they looked through the pile that once belonged to Lightning Dust. She started with some of the larger objects which didn’t really tell them much, even from a distance they could both easily see that they had been smashed by hoof. Given what they knew of the pegasus, it was a good bet that she had done this herself in a fit of anger. Many of them were picture frames, showing a proud and smiling Lightning Dust as she wore various medals behind the shattered glass. There was only one exception: a picture of mother and daughter taken perhaps not too long ago.

After running out of larger objects, Moondancer began to bring over crumbed balls of paper which she easily smoothed out. As it turned out, all of them were Wonderbolts posters and some of them were very old. At some point they might have been part of a collection. However, the state they were in now was…disturbing. A recruitment poster featuring Spitfire had been half-burned. Others were cut up with a knife or had crude words written on them with black marker.

“I think I am getting an idea of what might of happened,” said Hunter as he looked at one poster showing a Wonderbolt stallion with a knife drawn close to his neck, looking like it was about to slit his throat. “Probably tried to get into the Wonderbolts, but they didn’t accept her or something. Which is odd. I mean, did you see her move last night?”

“I know,” said Moondancer as she levitated a letter towards them. “That mare should have been a horse shoe in.” Moondancer opened the letter and her eyes widened. “Ok, now this is just wrong.”

Hunter blinked to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. “Is that a haiku?”

“If it is it was poorly done,” groaned Moondancer in disgust as she put it back where she found it. “Personally, I’d like to sit that mare down and teach her how to do it properly. It’s not that hard! All she has…to…do…” Moondancer’s words trailed off as she brought another letter to her, this one holding the seal for the Wonderbolts Academy. Slowly she opened it.

Author's Note

Originally, Hunter was going to get insulted by a character that was too much like one of my other OC's Reasonable Voice and I thought it best to cut it out. Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter because more is coming!

Thanks to Scarlet Weather and Koekelbag for their editing help

The Chase is On

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

Lightning Bound

Hunter paused to savor the moment. Pinned beneath him was the prey who had fallen into his hooves due to her inability to control her anger. Her chest was rising and falling slightly as she panted, a thin layer of sweat coated her fur which gave it a bit of a shine. The screams of rage she had been issuing earlier had died in her throat while her mouth stayed open in shock. Her eyes had widened and the pupils shrinking in size while they moisten a bit. There was no denying that she had been caught, trapped beneath him on top of this pile of Wonderbolt dildos.

As the seconds past, Hunter was seized with the desire to take her, here and now. His mind was already at work, showing him a tantalizing possibility.

Hunter grinned as he circled Lightning Dust, his prize for the night. She was seated on a Soarin inflatable fuck doll, it’s hard plastic dildo in her pussy as mare juice flowed down it. The pegasus’ front legs had been bound behind her as well as her wings. To prevent her from talking Hunter had strapped an official Wonderbolts dildo down her throat so that the sounds she could make were moans and the loveliest whimpers. Hunter had considered blindfolding her so that Lightning would be unable to see what he was going to do to her and when. Yet, had he done this, he would not have seen the look in her eyes as he pressed her face against the plastic look a like’s smiling one.

When he reached her lightning and starry flank, Hunter paused so he could look at her exposed hole. With a fanged grin he looked around for something he could use to play with it. Amazingly this store had an anal spreader. It was a blue, horse shoe looking object that, at its ends, had V shaped inserts that could enter a pony’s asshole while at the bottom end there was a bar that could be adjusted to open the hole more. Slowly he walked away, aware that Lightning was watching every move he made. So with great fan fare he took the spreader and held up high as he pretended to examine it. She looked at it with some unease, her body tensing in anticipation for what was to come.

Near it, Hunter also spotted some Clocktower Society Anal Cream. This cream had thousands of tiny magical crystals in it, so the label said, that could clean out the rear passage in case somepony forgot to have an enema. Not only that, it would also flavor the hole making it perfect for anypony who loved giving or receiving rim jobs. Heck, it was even strawberry kiwi. His favorite!

Grinning more widely now, the thestral approached his slave with both the spread and the cream tucked away under a wing. With each step he took, the smell of her arousal grew greater. He could see the juices flowing faster from her nether flower. Soon he would-

“So, what are you waiting for?” asked Lightning Dust, bringing Hunter out of his thoughts. Refocused, he saw that Lightning had shifted her eyes to look away from him as she spoke. “Are you going to fuck me now master? The game’s done so let’s get this over with.”

Hearing her talk like this reminded Hunter why he was here. Her tone reminded Hunter of those ponies who were trying to tough something out despite something bothering them or simply being in some kind of pain. Once more she was bottling up her negative emotions deep inside of her, if only barely. He could tell that he was having an effect on her by making her wear the uniform and then catching her. Even being in an area like they were now, surrounded by all sorts of Wonderbolt themed shops was proving difficult for her to keep those negative emotions inside. And he had something set up just for her.

“So impatient,” said Hunter, his tone harsh as he wrapped his hooves around Lightning’s barrel. With his best ‘evil’ smirk, the thestral flapped his leathery wing to take off from the dildo pile and out the broken window. “I had something very special prepared for this evening.”

It took several long minutes for Hunter to reach his destination: the school. Built to look like one of the massive school buildings in Manehatten; the building was four stories tall with a track and field as well as an indoor gymnasium separate to it. Hunter knew that some of the higher level members of the Society liked to regress the ages of their subs and bring them here; chasing the little fillies around the grounds before catching them for their own perverted fun. Many times Hunter had flown over this place any times to hear the high pitched squeals of pain and pleasure emanating for these grounds.

Skipping the main building, Hunter brought his prize towards the gym. He flew them towards the double doors which he instantly opened. Inside the gym was dark with only one light source at its center. Despite this, the ceiling had been magicked so that it would remain dark in order to give the building a very foreboding atmosphere. It was in its center where four chains that hung from the ceiling. Also in the center was a steel framed contraption that had various wheels on it in various random corners. Thin wires came down from the pitch black ceiling and into the wheels of the device. Lastly, there was a circle of mirrors around the device along with a table full of various other objects used in most City play. Hunter could feel Lightning shift in confusion within his front legs.

“W-What’s all this?” asked Lightning as the two flew towards the center, trying her best to sound strong as she did.

“Like I said, something special I had planned,” replied Hunter in casual tone before landing. After setting Lightning down, he touched one of the chains with his wings and listened to the chilling, rattling sound they made as it echoed across the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Hunter spotted Lightning looking around curiously as if trying to figure out what he had planned for her. “It’s not everyday that one finds prey like you, a pegasus that is actually as fast and skilled as an actual Wonderbolt. So I need something more…fitting. A bit more intense than what I feel Moondancer is ready for. I just hope you can handle it.”

Lightning snorted loudly while her eyes narrowed. “I can handle anything you throw at me master,” she said confidently.

“Well we’ll see,” said Hunter with a smirk. “Now, before we begin, test your bell.”

Lightning rolled her eyes. “Really?” she asked, but still complied with a sigh. Once the single chime was heard the speedy pegasus gave the thestral an annoyed look. “There, happy?”

“Very,” said Hunter with a sly grin.

Without another word, Hunter led Lightning to the chains. After ordering her to remain still, Hunter approached the table scattered with various items. He scanned over his options before grabbing some wing binders. These were made of a latex like material that were the same color as her uniform with a half ring in the middle in case he wanted to attach anything to it. Once he had them in hoof, Hunter walked over to Lightning while ordering her to extend her wings. Making sure not to damage any of her soft, well cared for feathers, Hunter slid the binders on each wing. As soon as the binder was fully on, the magical properties they contained began to tighten around the wings to render flight impossible while at the same time keeping them extended.

Once they were both on, Hunter proceeded to attach the chains. Quickly the stallion attached a chain to each of her front hoof straps before doing the same to the wing binders. Once they were all secured, Hunter moved towards the side of the building to where another chain was located. Using his front hooves, the thestral began to pull on the chain so that Lightning was slowly lifted up into the air. With every ‘clink’ of the slow moving chains, Lightning was lifted upwards with her front hooves over her head and it only stopped once her back hooves were an inch off the ground.

As Hunter approached his now helpless sub, he made sure he moved close to one of the wheels on the frame. Aware that Lightning had moved her head to watch what he was doing, Hunter made sure that she could see him reach under the wheel to pick up a fishing hook before he held it up high as if to examine it. The thestral knew how good a pegasus’ eyes were, even in the poorest light. They might not compare to the night vision that his tribe was blessed with, but she could still see the clean metal as he approached her. While Lightning didn’t make a sound of objection or demand to know what he had planned, the chains above her head rattled slightly

Now came the one of the tricky parts. Once Hunter was close enough to her rear left leg, he pierced the material of her suit with the hook. His ears picked up on her flinch followed by his captive trying to pull away. It was as if she were a foal, afraid of getting a shot from her doctor. Or perhaps she felt the metal brush against her coat as he did this, imagining that he had got a hold of her flesh as well. He eyed her for a moment before glancing at her bell which continued to remain silent. After waiting several moments to see if it would ring its continued silence told Hunter to continue. He moved carefully, always making sure that Lightning was watching him with either her own eyes or via the mirrors. He attached them to all her legs, barrel, and back until it looked like she was a trembling figure caught in the middle of a spider’s web.

“Hmm,” mussed Hunter as he watched Lightning’s eyes scan her body rapidly. “I think this might be a little too much for you.”

“What?” demanded Lightning, her trembling lessening slightly as she turned her gaze towards him. “This… this is NOTHING! You’ll need up your game big time before I even consider calling it quits!”

“There is no one here for you to impress with this false bravado,” replied Hunter calmly as he began to circle her, careful not to hit any of the wires. “Nopony will think any less of you if you admit that this is too much for you or if something is wrong.”

“The only thing that is wrong here is you ruining the mood, master,” snarled Lightning before she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. “I thought we were beginning a scene here.”

“Oh, this is still just the set up,” replied Hunter calmly as he opened his wings and flew up a bit so that he and his captive were face to face. “I still have one last thing to get before we begin in earnest.” Lightning seemed to pale slightly at hearing that, but otherwise didn’t have a response. With his best evil grin planted on his face, Hunter flew towards the darkened ceiling and when he came back down he had a thread in his mouth.

Once his hooves touched the ground, Hunter opened his mouth and the thread zoomed upwards back towards the ceiling. As it did, he saw that all of the hooks on Lightning’s uniform were pulling back towards the frame. And, from Lightning’s expression, she saw this as well. Before the thread could go too far, Hunter flew upwards and caught it with his teeth causing the pulling the Lightning was feeling to stop and lessen. Seeing that everything was working perfectly, Hunter brought the thread to Lightning before putting it in her mouth. Realizing quickly what was happening, she closed her jaw quickly right as Hunter opened his.

“Well now this has been quite the evening,” said Hunter as he flapped away, getting into the role he was going to play for the evening. “So much for Wonderbolts being the big shot elites everypony makes them out to be. If you were as half as good as the claims make you out to be, then I couldn’t have caught you so soon. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted something like this to happen.”

“Fuck you,” Lightning managed to say between her gritted teeth.

“Ah, such spirit,” sighed Hunter lovingly as he landed in front of her. “I wonder how long that will last after we begin in earnest.” He then paused to chuckle darkly. “As you can see, you’re caught in my own special web trap. As long as you hold on to that thread in your mouth, you’ll be fine. But if you let go, well, I’m sure you know what will happen then. To be honest, I’ve never had a slut last more than two hours with this. They usually end up panting so much from the fun that it slips out. But perhaps an elite Wonderbolt like yourself will be different. I might even let you go if you impress me enough.”

Hunter was now directly in front of Lightning Dust. Gently he placed a hoof on her stomach where her teats were. He could feel how hard they were and that, compared to Moondancer, they were slightly larger. Grinning, he moved his hoof down the mare’s body until he reached the area close to her slit. The entire area down there was dripping wet with arousal, dampening the material fully.

“Oh my, this wet already and we haven’t even started,” exclaimed Hunter as he stared at the damp patch. “Maybe I didn’t catch an elite Wonderbolt but instead a whore on her way to fulfill somepony’s fetish.” Hunter took a step back, licking his hoof as his eyes trailed upwards to see the expression on Lightning’s face. Her own eyes were wide while her cheeks had turned scarlet.

With only a smirk, Hunter turned around and made his way towards the table. When he returned, on his right hoof was an item he was very familiar with: the purple claw that he used to cut through clothing. The claw was something he used often with Moondancer. With some of her extra bits she would buy second hoofed clothing from where she could find. Cheap stuff she would only wear once before Hunter caught her and cut it off of her, an act that both scared and turned her on. He had with him a few other items as well that he had hidden under his wings until he needed them.

He could hear Lightning’s breathing pick up as the clawed hoof was raised, one of the blades pointing at her like a finger. With great care, he got close enough so that the tip of the blade was touching the uniform right about where one of her teats should have been. Slowly he moved it around, trying to feel it out but it was a gasp by Lightning Dust that gave away its exact position. Hunter pressed in a bit more so that now he could easily cut the material until the nub was fully exposed. Once it was out in the open, Hunter couldn’t help himself as he moved in and gave it a little nip with his fangs. Lightning made a noise halfway between a cry and a moan, thrashing a bit as she did while Hunter savored the treat in his mouth. In spite of her smaller, lithe frame Lightning’s teats, when hardened, where indeed bigger than Moondancer’s while also being smooth. Yet taste wise, Lightning’s were a bit more on the salty side, probably due to how much she sweated.

Once Hunter released the nub and cut another hole to free the other teat, Hunter moved down to Lightning’s snatch. The air down there was amazing thick with the scent of her arousal while the suit dripped her nectar from where her covered petals were located. Again he pointed with one of the bladed clawed fingers, but instead of cutting the fabric off of her, Hunter pressed the dull flat side of the blade between her lower lips. He watched as her body tensed as it felt the cold steel through the material before he began to move. Back and forth the blade slid between her folds, creating friction in that area by both the claw and the fabric.

His ears perked as he heard the rattling of chains above him as well as the panting of the mare. “Well, seems like you’re enjoying yourself slut,” commented Hunter as he sped up a bit while pressing harder against her folds. Her lower body jerked helplessly in response, the chains rattling more than ever. Out of the corner of his eye Hunter could see Lightning in the reflection of one of the mirrors, her head slightly thrown back.

And then…he stopped. Glancing at one of the mirrors, he watched as Lightning lowered her head against her chest as she panted. Sweat was beginning to form on her barrel as it went up and down with every breath she sucked in through her clenched jaw. The only other sound she made was a growl of frustration, having being edged so close to an orgasm, only to stop short of its peak.

Once she had a moment to calm down, Hunter decided he’d best finish with the claw so he could move on. With the sharpened side he began to cut around her pussy, the soaking wet material falling to the ground when he finished. Now fully out in the open, Hunter could spot her clit poking out for anypony to see. Mare honey leaked out as her pussy winked uncontrollably in a desperate plea to be taken like the slut she was.

“Look at you,” said Hunter darkly as he stepped away from Lightning Dust, only looking at her through the mirror. He allowed a moments pause so she could raise her head a bit so that he could see her expression when she saw her fake Wonderbolt’s uniform highlighting her exposed area’s, quickly becoming even more of a parody of the real thing. Her jaw opened slightly as her lips quivered while at the same time her eyes portrayed shock. “I’ve barely even started and look how close you are to cumming. I had heard the Wonderbolts were fast, but I didn’t expect them to be fast in this regard. Or, perhaps you are just a dirty slut who hasn’t been played with in a long time. Now that I think about it, it does make more sense.”

Lightning’s appearance hardened instantly as her glare returned. “F-Fuck you,” she grunted.

“Other way around,” said Hunter calmly as he pulled out the next time. It was another favorite of his: the teat suction cups. Reaching around so that Lightning could see everything he was doing while using the mirrors as a guide, Hunter was able to get the suction cup into place. Once secure, the dom began to twist the knob at the top, cranking it as he watched the teat within get sucked up farther into the glass device. Lightning’s head thrashed a bit, her teeth gritted around the thread so tightly that he thought that she would snap it in half. When Hunter was satisfied with what he had done he quickly moved onto the second teat, pausing only to listen to a slight whimper that Lightning made. Hearing no bell ringing, the thestral assaulted the other teat with the device in hoof.

After Hunter was finished and satisfied with his work, as well as noticing that Lightning was staring solely at what he had just done to her, he moved in front of her. With his eyes fixed on the winking pussy, Hunter paused for a moment as he considered this. He had thought about writing over the suit in order to demean her further. Around both her teats he would have written things like ‘Wondermilk slut’ or ‘Pull here to see how fast I’ll cum’. Perhaps even drawing some lightning bolts near her pussy. Yet, for some reason, he felt like that wouldn’t be needed.

Instead, Hunter brought his hoof up to her snatch. After he made contact with her dripping wet flesh, the thestral dom began to press upwards to see how much of his hoof he could get in her. He moved slowly, starting with the tip before pressing it deeper into her warm, tight flesh. Her inside were pressing against him, while growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. He could feel his cock coming out into the open as he felt her silky smooth walls and the increase of her mare juices. Above him, Lightning wasn’t thrashing this time but breathing heavily. Even though he barely had half of his hoof inside her cunny Hunter thought she might be hyperventilating.

“Clockface,” said Hunter as he pulled out of her. As soon as his hoof was out in the open air he opened his wings (which caused the last few items he had hidden in there to fall to the ground) to fly up so that he and Lightning were face to face. Even before getting to eye level, Hunter could see a relief hiding in the background of her anger.

“What was that about?” roared Lightning after he had taken the thread out of her mouth. “I never rang the bell!”

“I was concerned,” replied Hunter calmly.

“Well I am fine!” shouted Lightning Dust.

“You didn’t sound fine,” retorted Hunter. “In fact, I was beginning to worry about your safety. Perhaps-”

“NO!” screamed Lightning in pure rage. “I. Was. Fine! Whatever you can dish out I can take it, no problem. So get that through your head! Clockface!” As soon as she said that, Lightning opened her mouth wide and waited for Hunter to put the thread back in. However, Hunter stayed there flapping his wings while giving her an appraising look.

“We will continue,” began Hunter slowly and firmly. “But, if for any reason you feel scared or uncomfortable, I want you to ring that bell. If you don’t something bad could happen.” While he spoke, one of his hooves went over to touch one of the threads connected to her suit. He watched as her eyes followed his hoof before her eyes widened slightly. He could see her lips trembling a bit, but she gulped and seemed to regain a bit of the courage she had before.

“Look, I know what I can do,” said Lightning. “Trust me; I’ve done way tougher things before.”

“Trust is a two way street,” commented Hunter as he brought the thread close to her mouth. Knowing what he was going to do, Lightning opened her mouth to allow the thread to be placed back into her mouth before she closed it. “Now, before we continue, I want you to be honest from this point forwards. There is no shame in admitting that you are uncomfortable or nervous about doing something. Ring the bell or say the safe word, it doesn’t matter. Do you understand?”

Lightning rolled her eyes, but nodded in agreement anyways. She then said the safe word again which Hunter echoed before returning to the ground. Despite the scene continuing, Hunter didn’t feel like he should continue hoofing her. Even though Lightning had made a promise, Hunter felt unsure if she would actually keep it.

To that end, Hunter decided not to return to shoving his hoof into her cunt but instead turned his attention towards her teats. Looking through the glass he was pleased to see that they were ready. Starting with the right one, Hunter twisted the top knob several times and released the now sensitive teat into the open air. While he was tempted to bite on the reddened nub before him, Hunter pushed those desires to the side and instead focused on freeing the other one from its confines. Once they were both free, the thestral dom moved in close so that his warm breath could be felt in that area. Lightning squirmed a bit while her teats seemed to grow somewhat larger and harder. With a coy smile, Hunter stuck out his tongue to give it a light lick. Try as she might, Lightning couldn’t fight back a lust fueled groan the moment Hunter’s tongue made contact.

Good response, thought Hunter as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. Looking down at the ground he spotted the last of the toys he had brought with him: clover clamps, a thin metal chain, and several weights.

He reached for the clamps first, picking one of them up before pressing its cold metal against Lightning’s teat. Her gasp was so sudden that she opened her mouth slightly, almost causing the thread to race out if she hadn’t closed it up again in time. He could tell she was looking down at him, watching him as he opened up the clamps and positioned them to capture her now sensitive nub. Her body trembled a bit, but Hunter gave it no mind as he allowed it to close. The trembling of the sub’s body continued along with the added sound of Lightning screaming while her teeth were still clamped shut. Glancing upwards, Hunter could see that her head was facing upwards towards the ceiling making it impossible for him to see her eyes or face.

Not giving her anytime to recover from this, Hunter attached the second clover clamp. As soon as it closed, Lightning’s body began to tremble even more. After a moment, however, her lower body suddenly became rigid before a blast of liquid shot out from Lightning’s nether lips. Several more of these thin streams followed and Hunter wondered if he had caused her to piss herself. Yet, it didn’t look like urine to him. The color was off and it smelt more like…

“A squirter,” muttered Hunter to himself as he looked at Lightning’s now limp body. Her head was now hanging low as she panted, somehow still holding the thread between her teeth. But it seemed like that was taking the last of her strength. Just by what he could see of her face it was clear that that orgasm had taken a lot out of her.

“Well I am slightly impressed,” said Hunter as he opened his wings again. Soon he was in the air, flying around Lightning Dust while avoiding the wire threads that surrounded her body. “That was some show. Far better than anything I have ever seen at one of those shows you put on. Perhaps, if you ask real nicely, I’ll let you down from there and give you a nice reward. Oh, you’ll still be bound of course, but at least you won’t be hanging from chains while holding your lifeline in your mouth. All you have to do is say ‘Please master, take me down and fuck me like the dirty whore that I am’.”

Lightning managed to lift her head up a bit. “Fuck…you,” she panted before her head dropped again.

“Tsk, tsk,” went Hunter as landed on the ground in front of her, all the while shaking his head. With one hoof he picked up the chain and attached it to the clover clamps so that they were now connected. Once finished he picked up the weights. There were four of them in total, each of them being fairly light in his hoof and weighing the same. All of them had a hook on the top making for quick and easy placement.

“I bet you think you’re being tough,” said Hunter coldly as he shuffled three of the weights on to his back and held up the last one on his hoof. “Pushing through things no matter what.” As he said this, Hunter placed one of the weights on the chain which pulled down on her still sensitive teats. Lightning bucked her hips at this while she yelped in pain. “But never taking a moment to consider the consequences of your actions.” Another weight was added to the chain causing more pain for Lightning. “Hurting yourself and others in the process.” A third weight was placed next to the first two and Lightning cried out again through her teeth. “Now think very hard about the next words that come from that slutty mouth of yours. Will you-”

“Sh-Shut up,” interrupted Lightning between her heavy breathing. There was a bit more bite in these words than all of the previous ‘fuck you’s’ she had give prior put together. It was clear Hunter had struck a nerve. “I-I won’t back d-down.”

Hunter slipped the last weight on the chain, causing her to cringe and cry out once more. “Another poor decision,” commented Hunter as he walked behind her and stopped when he was directly in back of her flank. He then got up on his hind legs and positioned his cock against her slit. “You know you’re at the end of your rope. How much longer can you hold on before you lose everything?”

With that said, Hunter thrusted his cock into her pussy as far as he could. Despite how tight it was his member slide in with little difficulty due to the heat and wetness. For a moment he paused so that he could savor the feel of her insides. Compared to Moondancer, she was far tighter even though she must have been used many times before now. It seemed to tighten on its own accord once all movement had stopped, holding it in a tight gasp as if trying to milk Hunter’s seed into the womb. A well trained pussy if ever he felt one. Looking around and into the mirror in front of them, Hunter could see how spread her pussy already was. It almost looked like he was about to split her in half. The dom also noted that Lightning was also eyeing that as well with a look that was difficult for him to get a read on.

Holding on to both sides of her flank, Hunter proceeded to fuck her. He pulled out quickly, stopping with only his head between her petals which begged him not to leave with their rapid winking, before slamming it back into her with all the force he could muster in this position. When he did this, the chain bounced off of her well toned stomach and into the air, pulling at her teats more before falling backwards. At the same time, Lightning threw her head back yet no sound came out. Not a whimper, cry, or moan. Not even the ring of her bell. She just looked up at the ceiling with her expression hidden from him.

This wasn’t the end. Over and over, Hunter thrusted himself into her tight hole using her not as a pony but as a cum collector. He pounded away as he watched the chain in front swing in every direction. More than once he thought that the weights would come flying off and break one of the mirrors. But he didn’t slow down. In fact, he managed to pick up the pace by using his wings! He opened his large, leather appendages and flapped them in time with his thrusts so that he would pull back faster as well as thrusting into her with ever more force.

Lightning had become more vocal. Over the wet noises of Hunter thrusting into her snatch the mare began to whimper softly. With each thrust, those whimpers became moans and cries of both pain as well as pleasure. Her head had lowered, allowing Hunter to see the war that was going on with its features. Her eyes seemed to go in and out of focus while her jaw muscles would loosen slightly before suddenly tightening up. It was clear she was fighting to keep her focus against the onslaught of pleasure Hunter was dishing out. All in an effort not to lose, to keep that thread in her mouth. Yet it was plain to see this was a losing battle. Despite how hard she was trying, Lightning’s eyes were slowly rolling back into her skull.

“No,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering as sweat began to appear on her face. Hunter watched as she gritted her teeth even tighter than before. “W-Won’t lose l-like this.”

Hunter knew, however, her end was near. Her cunt was tightening up as her orgasm grew closer, desperate to have the salty flavor of his cum seep in and soak her pussy. To have his hot, foal making goo fill her every corner. It wanted it so badly that it was painful. Taking one of his hooves off of her flank, he moved towards her exposed clit with the help of the mirror. All it took was a little pressure to push her over the edge.

Lightning’s body went rigid once more as her second orgasm of the night hit her with enough force to make her eyes roll into the back of her skull. The walls of her pussy clamped down around Hunter’s cock with so much force that he was surprised that it didn’t snap off. It was enough to make him cum, shooting his white fluids as Lightning’s own sex juices shot out with even more force.

What happened next occurred in the blink of an eye but Hunter saw everything. Lightning must have tightened her jaw muscles during her orgasm for there was a sudden snapping noise that brought her back to the world. As the thread zoomed up towards the ceiling, the hooks connected to her suit began to pull in every direction. The pegasus looked at the mirror in horror at what was happened as if it were happening to her own skin. Her eyes darted around as her mouth opened while the material was being strained. Then finally, before her eyes, the Wonderbolts uniform she had been wearing was ripped to shreds. Parts of it went flying, some still connected to the hooks while others soared into the air leaving her with nothing but random tattered bits still connected to her body.

At the same time, Lightning began to fall to the ground as the chained above her were also released. Acting quickly, Hunter moved his forelegs around her barrel where he held onto her tight enough to help lower her to the ground. Once she was on the floor the thestral slid his cock out of her before moving in front of her.

Lightning made no notice of Hunter as he stood looking down at her. Instead, her gaze was on one of the scraps now laying next to her head a mere inches away. She made no gesture to reach out to it or anything of that nature, just staring at it as her eyes began to moisten. Looking down at her, Hunter had a feeling that the plan which had started the moment she put on the suit was coming to a close. Realizing what would probably soon happen, he got on the ground next to her so that they were now face to face. As shock filled her eyes the thestral wrapped his hooves and wing around her to embrace her.

“It’s ok,” he whispered gently. “You can let it out now.”

Silence filled the room for a brief second. Then, as more moisture filled her eyes, Lightning began to breathe more quickly and deeply. Her muzzle scrunched up before she whispered out “I…I lost my dream,” and the dam inside her broke. With her confession out in the open, all the pain she had kept to herself for so long came to the surface. Hunter couldn’t tell if the time it had spent buried had somehow magnified it or if it was just very strong. Regardless, Lightning Dust openely sobbed like a foal without remorse or shame, and Hunter didn’t think any less of her for doing so as she cried into his chest. He’d hold her for however long it would take, until she could no longer cry before taking her to Aftercare.

Followed, of course, with a session with a Den Mother.

Back in Hollow Shades, several nights later, Hunter was asleep in his bed while being the big spoon to Moondancer. Outside, past their heavy curtains, the sun was sinking on the horizon. Despite their alarm not ringing yet, the stallion could feel Moondancer beginning to stir at this time as a part of her subconscious knew she would soon have to get up to prepare her classroom. This motion also caused Hunter to slightly stir from his slumber as well, his evening wood beginning to make an appearance.

“HEY WAKE UP!” screamed a voice from outside followed by a hoof pounding on their window. As the two awake with a start the window shattered, spilling glass all over the floor before Lightning Dust fluttered in with a sheepish expression on her face. “Oops. Ah…sorry?”

For a moment, Hunter and Moondancer stared at Lightning wide eyed. The last time either of them had seen her was after she and Hunter had left Aftercare. The thestral had planned on taking the drained, both physically and emotionally, mare to see a Den Mother and to confess what had happened in the City only to be met with Lightning Wing. Upon seeing her mother again, Dusty broke down again before rushing over and wrapping her front legs around Wing’s neck. As Hunter began to speak, Wing cut him off and told him that she would take it from here in a tone that begged him not to argue with her.

After complying with this request, Hunter and Moondancer returned home. There they waited, sure that soon the Den Mothers would find out what had happened while counseling Dusty. If they had gone over the line with this, the best Hunter could hope for was a slap on the hoof warning or a short suspension. Yet as the days passed with no word from the Society, both of them began to fear that those in charge were considering a much more severe punishment. Perhaps, as Hunter originally feared, removal from the Society entirely.

As the two sat there, fearing what had brought Lightning to their bedroom, Lightning fluttered onto the end of the bed where she landed and sat down. As soon as her flank touched the glass free blanket she began to rub one of her front legs with the opposite hoof.

“I, er, well,” began Lightning before gulping. “Celestia, I didn’t know it would be this hard.”

“Lightning, how did you know where I lived?” asked Hunter as Moondancer used her magic to get her glasses.

“My mom,” was the reply. “I…wanted to talk to you and I started asking around. Heh, didn’t know all I had to do was ask her.” She paused for a moment to collect herself. “I…I wanted to say thanks. What you did was a bit extreme, but I can see why you did it. Everypony else who tried doing it the normal way only got their head chewed off. I guess my head and ego are a bit too thick at times. I’d probably be in the gutter in a few months, still angry, if you didn’t do that for me. But at least now I’m getting help.”

“Well, that’s nice,” said Moondancer in a tired voice as she eyed all of the broken glass. “But you could have knocked on the front door instead of bucking the window.”

“Yeah,” said Lightning in an awkward tone as she rubbed her neck. “I guess I got a little impatient. Again.”

“At least you’re doing better,” said Hunter quickly, noticing Moondancer glaring at Lightning.

Lightning let out a sigh. “I guess,” she said. “I haven’t told them all the details of why I finally decided to talk about my problems and they haven’t tried to press the issue. They’re just glad I did right now. But things still aren’t looking so great for me. I have to have a session with a Den Mother three times a week, got no job, no place to call home, my reputation at the Society and in Los Pegasus are in the tank, my fiancé has moved on, not to mention I’ll never be a Wonderbolt since that ship has long set sail. At least I’m still in the Society, so that’s something.”

“Well, I’m sure your mom can help you out again,” began Hunter as he racked his brain for more ideas on how to help.

“She is,” said Lightning slowly as she inched herself a bit closer. “I’ve been sleeping on her couch for the last several days. But I know I can stay there forever. Like I said, I made a mess of my life there. Nopony in their right mind will hire me even with my mom’s help. If I’m going to have any chance I need to start someplace new. With, ah, somepony cool enough to handle me.” She inched herself closer a bit more towards Hunter, eyes focused on him.

“Wait,” said Moondancer as she lifted Lightning up with her magic and placed her back where she started. “Wait, wait, WAIT! You can’t just move in with somepony you barely know!”

Lightning shot Moondancer a glare. “Like you’re one to talk four eyes. From what I heard, you two did the exact same thing!”

Moondancer’s cheeks turned scarlet. “The difference is I was invited to move in when Hunter saw where I was living! It’s completely different from what you’re doing now!”

With a sigh, Lightning turned to look at Hunter. “Ok, I get that we don’t know each other all that well,” she admitted. “But the thing is…I hate having a red collar. I need somedom who will be there for me to help keep me in check that I trust. Who will go that extra mile for me. And finding somepony who is almost as amazing as me is pretty hard to find. My mom sure trusted you big time and, after what happened in the City makes me think I can trust you too. Not to mention that the sex was amazing! No dom has ever done anything like that to my teats before.” Hunter opened his mouth, but Lightning just continued to talk. “Just give it a chance! I happen to be a more experienced sub than four eyes and can show her a few things. All I’m asking for is for you two to give me a shot and see if it’ll work out. If it doesn’t work out or if I’m not pulling my weight around here, you can totally kick my flank to the streets.”

Hunter lightly bit down on his lower lip as he thought about this. He could sympathize with her situation, having seen how she was treated in both Los Pegasus and the Slave Pens showed him just how bad her reputation had gotten. If she was ever going to improve she would need somepony to give her a chance. Not to mention that she was an attractive mare, though he still found Moondancer to be sexier in his own opinion. And it would be nice to have a more experienced sub around to help out. On the other hoof, he didn’t know all that much about Lightning. Everything he knew about her came from what other ponies told him as well as piecing things together that he found out. At least he had spent some time with Moondancer and learned more about her that way before he invited her to stay with him.

Slowly, he turned to look at Moondancer. “What do you think?” he asked. “We are together in all of this.”

Moondancer looked over at Lightning Dust who, somehow, had managed to create a cloud halo above her head and was looking at her innocently. This caused the unicorn to groan in annoyance. “I…I know when I became your sub you said there might be others in the future. Never thought it would come this soon however.” She then let out a sigh. “I guess we should give her a try. I mean, I was in sort of the same boat she was in for a while so I know how hard it is to get your life back on track.”

“Alright,” said Hunter with a nod before turning to look at a grinning Lightning Dust. “We’ll give it a couple of months to see how it works out. But the only way I’ll be tossing you out on your flank is if you really cross a line. If it doesn’t look like things are working out, then I’ll give you time to find a new place to stay. Sounds good?”

“Better than good!” said Lightning as she suddenly stood up. She flapped her wings once to get some air to take off with one hoof holding the cover. With a single motion she threw the blanket off the bed to expose Hunter’s evening wood before diving in front of it. “My new master’s cock,” she said while sniffing the air around it and licking her lips. “I’m so glad you said yes. It would have made things more complicated if they found out I forged your signature at the Society.”

“WHAT?!” shouted Hunter and Moondancer at the grinning pegasus.

Author's Note

Thanks goes to Manifest Harmony for the amazing artwork once more.
Another big thanks to Prof Shrinky Frod and Katarina Mau for their editing.

One more chapter to go!

All Together

Hunter soared through the chilled air between the trees that had lost their leaves some time ago. Without them the dark trees of his home looked like multi-limbed monstrosities, each limb ending in a dangerous looking claw to an outsider. Despite both the cold as well as the month, snow had yet to fall due to the pegasi weather team being stuck in Fillydelpiha for some reason or another. Until then, the thestrals would have to deal with the biting cold wind with none of the other fun things that winter brings.

All around him, Hunter could see the signs that his tribe was ready for the weather to come. Like himself, many thestrals were wearing woolen scarves and hats to protect their necks as well as their sensitive ears. Large piles of wood that had been gathered over the preceding seasons were kept under tarps around their tree homes to be used in the massive community bonfires located throughout their town. Signs were already up, informing all that the hot springs, which were located deep within a cave system near here, were now open for any pony who wanted to use them. And, in order to make a few extra bits, several thestrals who lived down there had several areas set up to be used like hotel rooms for the duration of winter.

Below him, Hunter saw Noctilionidae Street meaning he was close to his destination. Looking around to make sure he wouldn’t fly into anypony else the thestral began to descend towards the ground. As his hooves touch the cold street he saw that he was next to a small sporting goods shop whose darkened windows showcased sleds, snowshoes, skates, and so on. Next to it was a store that sold various home workout equipment followed by a smoothie stand. All of them were closed now and wouldn’t be open for at least another hour or so.

Suppressing a yawn, Hunter trotted down the road to where the only building with any light could be found. It was a long, log house like structure that looked like it could hold a hundred ponies. Lined on its roof were hundreds, if not thousands, of sharp iron spikes that were barely visible due to the lack of light. Well, unless you were a thestral of course. Light shone from out the many windows and a sign above the door read ‘Hollow Shades Family Fitness’ in dark red letters.

Despite it most likely being warmer inside the building, at least a dozen or so thestrals were outside stretching. Each one of them was wearing a full body sweat suit with holes only for their faces and wings. As he continued to move closer, Hunter could see each one of them was wearing a weighted hoof band on each leg.

A moment later, Lightning Dust emerged from the doorway. Unlike the others around her, she wore only a cap and a sweater vest, both of them dark purple with the logo of the gym proudly displaying on both. Without wasting a second, she reached for the whistle around her neck before blowing on it with what felt like all her might. All of the thestrals around her stopped what they were doing to cover their ears, their faces showing clear signs of discomfort. When the noise ended they all fell into a single file line so Lightning could pace in front of them.

“Warm up time is over!” shouted Lightning. “You will now gallop down this street until you reach the forest. I’ve measured it and it’s a two mile trek there and back.” She paused as she turned around. “I want to see all of you GALLOPING! If I see any of you who are not panting or who are taking their dear sweet time then your sorry flanks will be working overtime for the rest of this class!” Lightning was now standing where she began, looking down on them while pausing for an extra second or two on the few who looked a little pudgier than the rest. She then took hold of the whistle once again before blowing into it. “NOW GALLOP!”

As the group galloped past him, Hunter made his way towards the building where Lightning was. At first, it looked like she thought he was somepony else. Understandable given the lack of light and her not being a thestral. As he got closer, it quickly dawned on her who he was. Her expression shifted into that of a smirk.

“Hey there…master,” she said, the last part coming out as a purr. “What brings you out here at this time? Have I been a bad mare who needs to be chased and punished?”

“Sort of,” answered Hunter in a serious tone that caused Lightning’s smirk to vanish. With a wing, he gestured towards the doorway, “I think we’d better talk about this inside.” Lightning didn’t say a word, only nodding.

The inside of the gym was probably standard for most gyms in Equestria. Two rows of treadmills were found facing the windows and behind them were various weight machines. In one corner were various free weights while another corner was cleared out for yoga classes or whatever else. Around the edges of the building, Hunter could see that Lightning had set up stations for her boot camp class to do wing ups, squats, and so on.

“So, what happened to you this morning?” asked Hunter as they stopped near the restrooms. “When me and Moondancer woke up you weren’t in bed with us. You weren’t even in the house.”

“I just went out for a bit,” said Lightning as she rolled her eyes. “Geez, you two don’t have to treat me like a foal you know. I’m a big mare. I don’t need to get approval from either of you whenever I go out!”

When the three of them began living together several weeks ago, Hunter had feared that Lightning would be walking on eggshells the whole time. That she would be so afraid that if she made either of them mad she would be thrown out instantly. As it turned out that wasn’t the case at all. If fact, Lightning never shied away from having a playful fight or arguing with the two of them when she felt she was in the right. These little fights were short lived and never escalated into screaming like he had seen in Los Pegasus. It seemed like Lightning wanted them to get to know the true her so they could all see if things were working out.

Being completely honest, Hunter was finding himself rather fond of the true Lightning Dust. He found it both admirable as well as adorable to see her go about her night, setting goals for herself and doing everything in her power to complete them. Like when she saw Hunter and Moondancer reading a book together about the inner workings of changeling magic (something he was considering using for his next book), Lightning tried to join in. The image of her opening the book for the first time, seeing her pupils becoming the size of pins while her jaw dropped just by looking at the first page, was a sight that Hunter would never forget. Despite her first reactions, for the next two nights she tried to read words that she could barely pronounce as well as trying to look up what they meant when she thought nopony was looking. When it looked like she was about to crack from trying to ram so much information into her head, Hunter asked Moondancer to shift the conversation over towards forms a changeling could take. From there, his nerdy mare began posing questions towards Lightning on whether or not an altered form would be faster than a changeling’s natural one. Lightning argued that speed would not increase as skill and stamina were things that a pony would have to work at over an extended period of time while Moondancer pointed out magic could be used to overlook those limitations. Hunter, meanwhile, watched on as the two began a heated debate over the matter while he calmly took notes on anything that he found noteworthy.

While Moondancer may have been more of the teacher during the night, in bed she became Lightning’s pupil. True to her word, Lightning Dust was a more experienced sub who was willing to share what she knew with Moondancer. With her help, the nerdy unicorn learned how to take in her master’s cock all the way down her throat without gagging, improving her cock worshiping skills, improving her dirty talk, and so on. Moondancer also learned how best to please another mare for her master’s enjoyment. At first, Moondancer was a bit nervous about doing something like this since she had only briefly experimented in the past. But with Lightning’s helping hoof, Moondancer found herself eating pussy and allowing her horn to be used as a dildo.

When he wasn’t helping with their practice, Hunter was enjoying the feeling of having two mares in the same bed. During this time, he found that Lightning could be a bit strange. There were times, like when she was on top of him with her forelegs bound behind her back and a gag in her mouth, when she would move with every ounce of speed she could muster. Her hips would become a blur requiring Hunter to step in and order her not to cum without his permission. But there were times when they would have vanilla sex where Hunter thought Lightning would complain about the lack of intensity. Not so. It was then that her face would blush even more than normal as Hunter and Moondancer focused more on intimacy instead of pleasure, bringing Lightning along for the ride. She would squirm and make adorable squeaking noises that neither of the other ponies thought that she could possibly make. She would melt into both of them as the pair kissed her neck, belly, wing joints, and other places. When they were done, Hunter would fall asleep with a mare on each side. To his right would be his soft Moondancer while on the other side would be lean, firm Lightning Dust.

But not this evening.

“We were worried,” stated Hunter with a frown, his firm tone causing Lightning to flatten her ears against her skull. “Look Lightning, I’m not saying you need permission to go out or do anything. But you do need to take our feelings into consideration if you want this herd to work. All you would have to do would be to spend two seconds writing a note.”

“I…I guess you have a point,” said Lightning reluctantly.

As Lightning let out a sigh, Hunter gave her a nod. “Ok then,” he said. “So, what happened? Did you get up early for a quick flight while there was still light?”

Lightning shook her head. “My session with my Den Mother got moved,” she explained. “Something suddenly came up with her, I don’t know what, so she sent me a message last night asking if I wouldn’t mind a quick reschedule.”

Hunter placed his hoof under her chin as to force her to look at him. “You know that’s not something that you should hide,” he stated. “Especially from us. Looks like I’m going to have to punish you to make sure you never do that again.”

For a moment, Lightning looked at him with wide eyes. Then, slowly, a very familiar confident smirk replaced it. Lightning moved closer so that their lips were almost touching while at the same time keeping their eyes locked. “Will you be punishing me when I get home?”

“I think that’s what you wanted,” said Hunter as his ears twitched. He could hear the sounds of the thestrals Lightning had sent out returning. “No, we’d wake the neighbors with what I have planned for a naughty mare like you. Tomorrow at the Society. I’ve wanted to try a few things with my two subs for a while now. Something that will have you both screaming.” He watched as Lightning’s tail raised slightly before turning away, leaving her to wonder what he had in store for her.

The clock had barely chimed eight the next evening when Hunter entered a room outside of the City. Unlike the dark, dungeon like atmosphere he was used to this place reminded him more of a high class room in a mansion. Along the walls were pedestals which held expensive looking sculptures depicting various looking ponies in bondage. Upon looking closer, Hunter realized that he knew a few of them. How could he ever mistake the image of Princess Luna with her hind legs spread apart by a bar and her forelegs bound behind her back, forcing her rear up into the air for anypony else? Or the Element of Harmony Applejack that he had read about several time in the papers who had a ring gag in her mouth and was blindfolded? Paintings were also hung on the marble walls with more graphic, detailed artwork that continued this pattern. In between each painting was a magic window that showed a massive forest on the other side, giving the illusion that they were far away from the prying eyes of pony settlements. Above him was a massive chandelier as well as several chains that he planned to make good use of.

Calmly, Hunter walked over to the other side of the room where a throne was placed. Well, not exactly a throne-throne. It was more like a recliner made of soft, red cushions with two large towers bars behind it for that grand effect. Next to it were three glass tables littered with various items to use this evening.

Shortly after Hunter was seated he heard the clopping of two sets of hooves coming towards him. Soon, the sight of his two subs entered his vision causing his cock to unsheathe itself. Both of them were wearing their black collars, hoofcuffs, and bells at the end of their tails. On both of their collars were locks shaped like Hunter’s cutie mark to show he was their master. But that wasn’t all. The two of them were wearing identical frilly, black maid uniforms that clung to their figures nicely with the skirts ending just before covering their cutie marks. Their tails were tied up with a band which forced their tails to be raised so that their winking marehoods could be easily seen. Hunter licked his lips as his adorkable librarian and his tomcolt bowed before him, sticking their flanks as high into the air as possible.

“Master,” said Moondancer, her face kept down until given permission to look upon him. “I have brought the new maid as per your request.”

“I see that,” responded Hunter as darkly as he could while eyeing Lightning. He could smell both of their arousal as it filled the air in the room. “You have been in charge of this lowly one’s training since she was brought here. Is she ready?”

“Yes my Master,” said Moondancer. “I have trained her thoroughly in every aspect myself. At your command she will do any chore quickly and efficiently. Should you desire her to pleasure or entertain you in any way, you will find that she is highly skilled.”

“Really now,” said Hunter as he put on a sadistic smile. “Is this true my little pegasus? Do you think you are ready to be a maid here? To serve me in all ways until the end of your life?”

“I do,” said Lightning instantly. “Please Master, allow this lowly pegasus to tend to your needs. Let me prove my worth with my skills.”

Hunter paused for just a moment, relishing their submission to him. “Oh, we shall,” he said. “But before we begin, there is a pole that needs cleaning. Both of you, crawl!” At once the two began to crawl towards Hunter as ordered with their flanks still high in the air. Together they moved towards him slowly, flanks shaking back and forth slightly. Behind them, Hunter noticed small bits of mare juice on the floor that had flowed down their hind legs. A part of him considered ordering them to clean up their mess with their tongues only to realize that, if he had done that, they would have been here all night.

When they reached his seat, they raised their heads in order to complete their given task. Without making eye contact, the two of them breathed in his scent starting at the ball sack. Slowly they moved up his pleasure shaft while taking in the smell and savoring it. When they finally reached the top there was a drop of pre cum forming. Together as one the two mares took in the scent and, when they finished, their mouths opened slightly so that their tongues hung out a tad. He could tell that they wanted to begin right away. To get the taste of his cock and cum on their tongues. But they both knew better. Moondancer leaned in first, kissing the head of member lovingly before saying “My Master’s wonderful cock.” As she pulled away, Lightning echoed her words and actions with equal passion.

Then it began. Moondancer on the right while Lightning was on the left. Almost in unison they stuck out their tongues and pressed them against his cock. A soft moan escaped Hunter as he felt their warmth on his member which grew louder as they began to move. Moondancer, who had placed her tongue on the base, moved upwards while Lightning, who started at the top, dragged her tongue downwards. Each lick was long and slow to better savor their master’s flavor. Back and forth the two went, coating his shaft with their saliva while shaking their flanks slightly as if to fan out the smell of their arousal. The only sounds they made were low moans and hums.

This continued for several long, pleasurable minutes until Hunter’s cock gleamed in the light. It was then that Moondancer began to run her tongue around the edges of his cock while Lightning began to kiss his sack lovingly. Hunter kept his eyes on his first sub as she worked, never moving her tongue towards the pre cum. Then, slowly, she looked up at him.

“Master,” she said in a small voice. “May I please pleasure you with my mouth?”

“You shall,” said Hunter with a nod, Moondancer squealing in delight. “But first, I wish to truly test Lightning Dust to see if she truly has what it takes to serve me.”

Lightning pulled her head away from Hunter’s balls. “Nothing would please me more than to prove my worth to you Master,” she said. As she said this, Lightning had a bit of a smirk on her face and her tone sounded like her cockiness was coming out like it did whenever there was a challenge. He knew she wanted to prove that she had what it took, not only to him but for herself as well.

“Stand there,” ordered Hunter as he gestured to the ground a few feet behind the pegasus. As Lightning moved into position, Hunter got off his throne and walked over to the glass tables. Looking down, the thestral saw a wide variety of items which he may or may not be using tonight just to keep his subs guessing. Some of the items were a wide selection of anal beads, a wooden paddle, strap on dildos, a vibrating wand, clamps, gags, and so on. There were also two circular packages that were wrapped up so that nopony could see what they truly were. While he scanned the table for the items he wished to use, Hunter could feel Moondancer behind him as she continued to pleasure him. There was a glow of her magic around his cock, stroking it like she would do with her hoof while her lips and tongue were busy tending to his ball sack.

Eventually, Hunter took hold of the wand and the packages before moving over to Lightning Dust. Slowly he walked behind her, pausing for a moment so that he could feel her flank while at the same time savoring Moondancer’s actions. When he got behind his pegasus, Hunter set the wand on the ground before ordering her to lower her rear so that her pussy was touching it while also extending her wings. Lightning did as commanded while looking a bit nervous now. Once her wings were fully stretched out, Hunter placed a package on each wing. Both were somewhat heavy, but not enough to where they would put too much of a strain on her wings.

Or, at least, not without a little help.

Hunter walked back to his pegasus’ rear. With one of his leathery wings he reached out and began to circle around her backdoor with its tip. He listened as Lightning let out a coo of delight, her wings fidgeting for a moment but still managing to keep the packages on them.

“Now for your test,” said Hunter as he pressed a bit harder against her anus. “Do not drop those packages. Do not cum unless I tell you so. Unless, of course, you want to be punished?” Not waiting for Lightning to say anything, Hunter turned on the vibrating wand. Instantly Lightning let out a loud shriek while her wings wavered a bit.

As Lightning tried to keep control of herself, Hunter walked back to his throne so he could watch her. Thanks to the low cut of her uniform he could clearly see the round orb at the end of the wand nestled between her lower petals, her erect clit right above it. In his field of vision Hunter could clearly see her panting, red faced expression as she tried to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head. Hunter was pleased to see that while she was panting her tongue began to slowly hang out of her mouth.

It was then that something else came into his vision: Moondancer. His nerdy sub was between his legs again and licking his cock wildly. Hunter let out hums of approval which drove Moondancer to lick faster and wilder. Every so often, Moondancer would look up so that Hunter could see the hungry devotion she had for him. Just the image of Moondancer looking at him with her tongue pressed against his shaft, running it against the veins and bumps on it, was almost enough to make him cum.

It was tempting to do so. To shoot his foal batter onto his sub’s glasses and face while she let out a shriek of joy. To turn her around so that he could impale her slit with his rod, ordering her to scream out loud how much she liked being taken this way. To fill up her womb and ass with his seed before forcing Lightning to clean it out of her with her mouth while he rammed into her. But such temptation was something he knew, as a dom, he could not give into. Greater pleasure for all of them would only come as long as he remained in control of himself.

“Master, your staff is so wonderful,” she said while saliva ran down his shaft, her lips so close to it that he could feel her hot breath against it. She gave it another long lick before moving her head so that her cheek was pressed against it, the flare almost knocking her glasses off. “Master, will you allow me to now use my mouth to its fullest?”

“Go ahead,” replied Hunter as the sounds of Lightning’s pants grew a bit louder. Looking at the pegasus, he saw that her wings were shaking now. Not enough to where the packages on them might fall off, but getting closer. Hunter also noted that Lightning had shut her eyes tightly in order to better concentrate on not cumming.

Hunter let out a gasp of pleasure as he felt Moondancer take his cock into her warm and inviting mouth. When he looked down, he could see that Moondancer only had the tip of his flare inside of her. She held it there, adding a light suction while her tongue pressed against the flat head so as to taste his pre cum. She let out purrs of pleasure as she no doubt tasted his pre seed sending vibrations down his dick as she did so. The scent of her arousal grew more powerful with her want.

When it seemed like Moondancer could no longer resist any longer, she began to take more into her mouth. With the skills she had learned since joining the Society, Moondancer began to bob her head to take more of his meat. As she did, her tongue moved so she could continue to taste him better as his rod got closer to the back of her throat. While the pressure and warmth of her mouth was no doubt stimulating, as well as the sight of his needy mare in all of her nerdy glory, what made it difficult not to cum was the noises she was making. No longer did she let out purrs or moans, but full on glarking noises as she took his dick all the way into the back of her throat.

Eventually, Moondancer was able to take Hunter’s cock all the way to the back of her throat. Hunter did not bother to try to hide his feelings of ecstasy as he felt the head of his flare against her moist oral passage. His ears twitched as he heard Moondancer fighting to keep herself from gagging while Hunter fought his desire to keep his cock there. He could feel bursts of hot air coming out of her nostrils and onto the open flesh of his dick.

Sadly, Hunter noticed something that took him out of the moment. Lightning’s panting had slowed down a bit.

“Lightning!” Hunter shouted after he raised his head a bit to look at his other sub. As he suspected, Lightning had been caught lifting her rear above the vibrating wand to give herself a break from the stimulation. “Flank back down! If I catch you doing that again, you will be punished!”

“Please Master, I’m...” began Lightning, but stopped when she saw Hunter’s hardened glare. Gulping, she lowered her sensitive pussy back onto the vibrator.

Before Hunter could look back down at Moondancer, his unicorn sub had already taken her cock sucking to the next level. Carefully she pushed her master’s rod of pleasure past her mouth and into her throat. For the first time, Hunter felt the tight confines of Moondancer’s oral passage as she took him deeper until his entire dick was consumed. Once there, Moondancer had paused to allow her master to savor the feeling of having the muscles in her throat press against his member from all sides. As the seconds ticked by, Hunter brought a hoof down to caress the side of his sub’s head in a show of affection.

He could see the confidence in her eyes growing now thanks to the silent praise he gave her. As Hunter stroked her mane, Moondancer pulled back so about an inch or so of stallion meat was exposed and in the open. She paused for a moment before taking back what she had given up. Slowly she repeated this process, using her throat as a fuck hole in order to please her master. To use every part of herself to show her devotion to him. Hunter’s other hoof moved to her head, but he did not guide her or hold her down. He just wanted to hold onto her, to show how much he was enjoying this while he groaned.

Moondancer, it seemed, understood this clearly. He could see it in her eyes for they were lit up with joy. Her bobbing motion became faster, more intense than anything Hunter believed Moondancer was capable of. Quickly, Hunter found himself at the losing end of the battle to keep his orgasm at bay.

“Good girl,” he growled through gritted teeth, doing his best to hold back on his orgasm for just a bit longer, “Now here comes your reward!” With that, Hunter now held Moondancer’s head in place as his seed was shot directly into her stomach. As he did, he watched as Moondancer’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as tears began to form. He noticed that her back legs seemed to go rigid for a moment before becoming limp, as if she had just experienced an orgasm of her own.

After the third rope of cum was fired, Hunter felt his cock begin to soften. Not wanting to harm his nerdy sub, Hunter slowly pulled it out. By the time he was out of her throat Moondancer began to cough a little bit as his cock left a thin trail of cum on her tongue. Once he was all the way out the thestral got up to head to one of the glass tables were a water bottle sat. After quickly taking it, Hunter returned to the unicorn who now laid on the ground. The coughing was gone and there was a dreamy expression on her face.

“Drink this,” Hunter commanded as he held out the water bottle. Nodding slowly, Moondancer took the bottle, almost fumbling with it as she did. Keeping his focus on her, Hunter watched as she took three large gulps in one go and let out a satisfied sigh when she was done.

“Thank you Master,” she said in a slightly hoarse voice. Still there was a smile on her face, “I hope I pleased you.”

“You have,” replied Hunter as he extended a wing to her cheek. He felt her lean into it, nuzzling against its leather feel. “And you always will.” As he said this, Hunter noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Much to his displeasure, Lightning was trying to cheat by holding her flank up a bit. Frowning he returned his attention to Moondancer, telling her to rest for a bit before they continued.

Before Moondancer could make any type of response, Hunter was already on the move. Beating his wings to get to the air he moved towards the table holding the riding crop and took hold of it with his mouth. Quickly turning to look at his disobedient mare, he saw that she had not yet sat her flank down. As calmly as he could, Hunter moved towards the mare and, when he was close enough, brought the riding crop upon her flank. In an instant the sound of smacked flesh and Lightning’s scream filled the air.

“I said you would be punished if you tried to cheat!” snarled Hunter as he moved to her other side. As Lightning brought her flank back down he slapped her with the crop once again, this time in the middle of her cutie mark.

“B-But I’m so close to cumming,” cried Lightning only to receive another smack of the crop on her flank. “I didn’t want to lose.”

“So you cheat?” demanded Hunter as he used the crop again. As he did, he noticed that her wings shook hard and the packages on them nearly fell off. “If you need to cum then you need to ask for your Master’s permission! All you had to say is ‘Master, may I please cum?’ It’s that simple!”

“M-Master, may I please c-cum?” asked Lightning as she closed her eyes.

“No,” said Hunter instantly while moving the end of the crop onto her uniform. Slowly he began to move it downward only to stop at her teats. There he began to slowly circle the one closest to him resulting in Lightning moaning loudly.

“Master, I-I can’t-t ho-old it must l-l-longer,” cried Lightning between her pant. “Please, ma-ay I-I cum?”

“No!” replied Hunter with a bit more force, slapping her teat with the riding crop. He could now see that Lightning’s entire body was shaking as she tried to hold back the flood gates building inside of her. Her head waved back and forth while her wings began to raise up a bit to the point where the cargo they held might roll down them at any moment.

Continuing his punishment towards Lightning, Hunter moved the riding crop slowly downwards. As Lightning begged again and again, the end of the crop made its way towards her exposed clit only to stop right above it. For a moment he held it there, watching as her breathing quicken. He could hear her begging him not to do that and to allow her to cum. But Hunter paid her no mind as he trailed the crop down before it pressed against her little button.

In that moment Lightning broke. Her back straightened instantly as she cried out, not paying any mind to the fact that the items on her wings fell off in the process. Mare cum rushed out of her foal tunnel and splashing everywhere as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Finally the mare fell forward to land in a puddle of her own juices.

As Lightning lay there, tongue still lolling out of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath, Hunter walked back over to the glass tables to return the riding crop to its proper place. Once he had done that, he picked up a remote that held arrow buttons on the top and bottom in his hoof. Smirking to himself, the thestral pressed the down button. Instantly the chains from the ceiling began to descend clinking loudly the entire time. He saw that both Lightning and Moondancer were watching this with some anticipation as to what would be coming next. A mixture of fear and desire was clearly visible in both their eyes.

“What a bad filly you are my little pegasus maid,” said Hunter after the chains had suddenly stopped. Calmly he walked over to the fallen pegasus who had yet to get up. “I was told you were ready to serve here, but so far you have miserably failed every order I gave you tonight. Perhaps if you had managed to accomplish just one of them I might have been in a more forgiving mood. But now you have forced my hoof. I will have to make sure you understand the price of your failure.”

“Please Master,” said Lightning as Hunter stopped in front of her, “I’m sorry.”

Hunter paid her no mind as he picked her up with his hooves and dragged her over to the chains. He could feel her body trembling as he did this, her eyes glued to the chains as she was most likely wondering what he would be doing to her next. But she did not fight it nor did she plead for forgiveness anymore. Hunter was sure that she knew such things were useless right now. So it was every easy to attach her front hoofcuffs to the chains.

Once he was finished with her, he looked over at Moondancer to find her watching the scene before her with rapt anticipation. Her eyes were glue to Lightning, watching and waiting to see what their master would be doing to her. So it was understandable to that she flinched at the sound of her name being called followed by her master commanding her to approach him. For a split second, she seemed confused by this making Hunter think he would have to repeat himself. Thankfully that didn’t happen as Moondancer got to her hooves quickly.

“You have failed me this night,” Hunter said coldly once Moondancer was by his side. Before she had a chance to even blink in confusion, Hunter was already taking her by the hoof and attaching the chains to her in the same manner of Lightning.

“B-But Master,” exclaimed a confused Moondancer. “I thought I pleased you!”

“You did,” acknowledged Hunter with a nod. “However, you were in charge of the pegasus’ training. You said she was ready to serve me.” As he said this, Hunter began to connect the chains to Moondancer’s hoofcuffs. “Yet despite your training and your claims, she still failed. So it is only fitting that you share in her punishment.”

As Moondancer lowered her head in shame (yet still looking adorable to Hunter) the thestral trotted back to the glass tables to take the remote in his hoof once more. While it would have been less of a hassle to have just taken the remote with him, he knew he would have had to come back here for more equipment anyways. Plus it would have given him a good view as he pressed the up arrow causing his pair of subs to rise up only stopping when their hind legs were inch above the ground. Now the two hung there, facing each other while being so close that their barrels touched each other.

Licking his lips in anticipation, Hunter took a few items before heading over to his hanging subs. Two of these items were nothing special, just a thick blindfold and a ball gag for the pair that matched the color of their coats. He had thought about using enchanted earplugs that the Society had which would be able to block out all sound from his subs. However, he had never used them with either mare before and didn’t know if they could handle being without sight and sound. Perhaps later he could talk to them about, but for now everything was fine. Neither mare gave him any trouble or resistance when he went to put these on them.

After ordering them to test their bells the next item he had on his was a double ended dildo. Its long, thick black body was covered in bumps to help with the stimulation. As he held it in his hooves, Hunter thought for a moment that he might have to go back to the table for some lube. This thought was squashed as soon as he noticed how much both of his mares were leaking. Starting with Moondancer, Hunter slide one of the ends into her wanting folds slowly. The unicorn fidgeted and moaned as each bump disappeared inside of her causing the chains above to rattle loudly. Once enough of it was inside of her, Hunter repeated the process with Lightning who bucked her hips hard as the false cock slid inside of her.

When he was finished, Hunter couldn’t help but stare and take in the sight before him. His two subs, dressed up as maids, were hanging from the ceiling while being connected by a dildo. His cock hardened as he took all this in before pulling out the last item he had brought with him: the shock stick.

Holding it in his mouth, Hunter began to circle the helpless two. He did this over and over again, just walking around them and nothing more. Building up the tension as best he could. Building up the excitement for what was to come. After walking around them maybe six or seven times, Hunter pressed the blue crystal at the end of the stick against Lightning left hind leg. It was quick, less than a second, to see how she would react. Lightning, it seemed, barely felt that for she hadn’t really moved at all. Perhaps it was because, being a pegasus, she had a greater immunity to electrical shocks.

Hunter turned his head so as to shock Moondancer, getting a much more satisfying reaction. Moondancer jerked her body around as she moaned loudly. Her motions caused a chain reaction, moving the dildo that connected the two mares which caused it to move inside Lightning. The pegasus mare moaned through her gag only to be followed by a whimper when Moondancer’s body stopped.

For some time, Hunter began to run test after test to see if he could get the same reactions from Lightning that he got out of Moondancer. Whenever he shocked Lightning, he always made sure to do so to Moondancer in roughly the same spot. He tried various spots of their exposed legs, yet it seemed like nothing he did had much of an effect on the mare. Hunter began to wonder if he should have used a lotion to increase her sensitivity or given her a potion that would do the same thing.

It was when he was looking at her flank that Hunter remembered the first time he did this with Moondancer. How Moondancer almost came from getting shocked there. Hoping that it might get at least a little reaction out of Lightning, Hunter placed the crystal on her lightning shaped cutie mark. The results were almost instantaneous. The moment contact was made Lightning threw her head back as a throaty moan escaped through the gag, her hips bucking forward as mare juice began to flow again from her pussy. As she continued to fuck Moondancer, Hunter’s staff touched Moondancer’s cutie mark. The familiar feral scream was heard even through the gag as Moondancer began her own violent hip thrusts.

At this point, both mares were fucking the other thanks to Hunter’s prodding. Both mares were moving hard and fast, so much so that with every thrust their exposed clits could connect resulting in louder moans. With each wet smack they made caused droplets of their combined fluids to fly into the air while the rest fell to the ground below them where it began to pool together. Whenever it looked like they were slowing down, that mare would receive a shock on their teats or close to their clit. It seemed like those spots Lightning could feel a bit more. With each shock he witnessed the pegasus’ teats became rock hard. Looking up, he could see drool leaking out from the edges of their gags while their heads were hanging close to each other. Hunter cock grew harder as he imagined them without the gags; making out throughout all of this.

“Are you both close?” Hunter asked, finally speaking up. Both of his subs nodded their heads. “Would you like to cum?” The two nodded their heads again, much more violently this time. “Then stop moving.”

As Hunter gave them this command he allowed the shock stick to fall to the ground with a clank. Both mares let out a whimper of protest yet still complied. Opening his wings once again, Hunter flew behind Lightning to take out the gag. As soon as it was out it was dropped onto the floor without a second thought.

“Please Master,” begged Lightning as Hunter moved behind Moondancer. “I need to cum so badly it's driving me crazy!”

“Master, please let me cum,” cried Moondancer once the gag was out of her mouth. “I beg you pleaaaaassssseeeeeeee!” Moondancer’s squeal echoed through the room as Hunter shoved his cock into her well trained ass. Her body gave no resistance, surrendering itself to her master’s rod of pleasure as it shot through her. It was only when he was all the way inside of her that the wall began to clamp around his member with their full might. The only sounds she could now make were short gasps as the pleasure overtook her.

“Oh come on!” Lightning cried out. “How come she gets to-” But Lightning never got to finish her sentence for Hunter began to move. With all the force he could muster, his hips bucked into Moondancer’s flank which in tune caused her to rut Lightning, causing said pegasus to squeal in delight.

From then on, there was no stopping. Hunter had held himself back for far too long, keeping his desires in check until this moment. Now, with Moondancer’s rear pleasure hole gripping around his staff, there was no more need for that. Each and every thrust that he made was full force hard and fast. The only word he could hear from her now was “Master”, spoken in a breathy tone each time he was in her entirely over and over again while Lightning was only able to make the most adorable cooing noises. Both mares had given in to the pleasure... To their master.

“You may cum when I cum!” shouted Hunter at the top of his lungs. “Both of you! Not a moment before!” Neither mare answered. He looked up at Moondancer only to find her voice had been muted when Lightning captured her lips. Or perhaps it was the other way around. He didn’t know as he couldn’t really see what was happening. All he could hear now were their mixed moans.

Seeing that caused Hunter to change his pace to a more rapid series of thrusts before his orgasm exploded inside of his unicorn. Several powerful ropes of his hot seed planted itself within the mare’s depths. As this happened, he could feel Moondancer’s holes spasm as she was now allowed to have her own orgasm. He could hear her break out of her make out session with Lightning to moan loudly. Lightning also came as well, her juices shooting out around the dildo to mark Moondancer who moaned even more lewdly than before.

Panting, Hunter pulled his cock out of Moondancer’s tail hole. He walked over to where the remote lay, ready to let them both down so they could head to aftercare, when he saw something. Leaking out of Moondancer were drops of his cum. And seeing that gave him an idea. Instead of letting them both down, he only brought Lightning down. In less than a second she was on the floor, the dildo having slipped out of both of them and was rolling away, panting heavily as Hunter walked over to her. Roughly he grabbed the mare by her mane causing her to yelp as she got up and was brought behind Moondancer. Once there, Hunter forced Lightning’s muzzle into Moondancer’s delightful rear. With the blindfold still on, Lightning began to sniff the other mare’s flank.

“Last test my little maid,” said Hunter as he tried to keep his voice under control, “clean it all.”

Lightning pulled her head back to look in the direction she had heard her master’s voice while frowning in confusion. Hunter opened his mouth to repeat it, while wondering if he had gone too far, when he saw that her frown had turned into a smirk. Sniffing the air again she slowly made her way back to flank where she began to lick the cheeks, leaving a trail of her saliva until she got to the dark star. Now at her ponut, Lightning began circling it with her tongue in order to get all of the seed that was out there while at the same time making Moondancer moan weakly.

Once she was satisfied with all she had gotten like this, Lightning used both hooves to separate the other mare’s flanks as far as she could before diving her tongue into the well abused hole as far as she could. Moondancer moaned and groaned over and over again, rolling her head as she did this while Lightning’s tongue began to reach as far as it could. Hungrily she fed from the ponut, making animalistic noises as she shook her head back and forth in an attempt to reach farther. Hunter kept his hoof on her mane the entire time, watching as her throat moved to accept the second hoofed gift of cum that was going into her belly.

Finally, Hunter pulled her head back. Smeared around Lightning’s muzzle was cum which she began to lick up with her still exposed tongue while she panted slowly. He could also see that there was still some cum left in her mouth.

“So my little maid,” said Hunter with a smirk. “Do you have anything to say?”

Lightning smiled as she finished licking her lips. “Thank you Master for this wonderful gift of cum,” she said.

“THAT WAS AMAZING!” shouted Lightning as she flopped onto the bed in the Aftercare Center, earning her annoyed looks from the other doms and subs there. The Den Mother’s present paused for a moment to give the pegasus disapproving looks before they continued on their rounds. However, if any of this bothered the mare in question she sure didn’t show it.

“Lightning, behave,” said Hunter calmly as he helped Moondancer into the bed, her front legs feeling a bit sore. “Remember there are others you need to take into consideration.”

“But when am I going to get a chance like this to shout how fucking amazing that was?” demanded Lightning as Hunter moved in between the two mares while sliding his wings under both of them. “I mean, I can’t do this outside of the Society because somepony might overhear! Can’t do it at home either!”

“Maybe you should have screamed in the room we had,” stated Moondancer as she snuggled closer to Hunter.

“How are you feeling?” asked Hunter as he turned to his unicorn sub.

“A bit sore,” replied Moondancer as she turned on her side to better snuggle with her dom. Her head nestled close to his while being careful with her horn. “But I’m sure it’ll go away soon.” She shot Lightning an annoyed look, “But I wouldn’t be feeling like this if somepony hadn’t messed up and gotten me in trouble on purpose. I thought you were an experienced sub! You should know that you need permission to cum in situations like those.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Lightning as she waved it off. “That’s how some dom/sub relationships work, four eyes, but not all. Besides, I thought it might be fun if she shared in the punishment and, well, that wasn’t much of a punishment.”

Hunter leaned over so he could whisper in her ear. “Well I had planned on having Moondancer wear the strap on,” he explained while a smile appeared on his face. “I was going to have you chained up while the two of us gave you a little double penetration. I would have even cum in your ponut.” As he pulled back his head a bit, Hunter could see the wide eyed expression as well as utter horror on Lightning’s face. Her head then sank into the mattress as she moaned in frustration.

“That would have been so much better!” she said causing the other two on the bed to chuckle. “Knowing that, I was punished.”

“Just keep that in mind for the future,” said Hunter as he pulled his mares closer to him. As he did this, Lightning turned over so that she was on her side the same way Moondancer was. “Now, while we’re here, how about we give you your present.”

Lightning’s ears perked at that. Hunter watched in amusement as the pegasus lifted her head a bit while Moondancer teleported the packages from before in front of her. With a wave of her horn the wrappings vanished as the items they contained fell into Lightning’s open hooves. What she had in front of her was a leather collar as well as a set of matching hoof cuffs. Unlike the ones from the Society, these were the same brown color as Hunter’s coat. One other thing was the tag on the collar. Unlike the one she kept at the Society, which had a tag on it shaped like Hunter’s cutie mark, this one had a tag which read ‘Hunter’s Slut’ on it.

“W-What does this mean?” asked Lightning, gulping as she did.

“It means that we talked it over and believe that things are working out just fine,” said Moondancer calmly. “I have a pair just like that for when we want to have some more extreme fun at home. It only seems right that you should have your own set as well.”

Tears began to form in Lightning’s eyes but she quickly wiped them away. “You guys are the best,” she said as she reached in to hug them both. And it was like that that they stayed for the remainder of their time in the Aftercare.

Author's Note

Looks like this is the end of Hunter's story...for now. In two or three weeks I'm really going to sit down and work out the details for the next story. Maybe do some RL themes or Moondancer's lab, something like that. In the meantime I'll be working a bit more on my Island series.

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Special thanks for editing goes to Paper Ponies and, as always, Koekelbag