Lunar Ravishing

Luna looked around, taking the chance to actually observe things. Her last time here she had barely paid attention, resulting in a muted, dull memory of rubble and ruined buildings. She had been far too focused on her foalish goal to care. She shook her head, trying to dispel those thoughts before she got lost in her past mistakes again.

It looked like one of the great cities her ponies had built over the last centuries, streets paved and lined with lantern posts, square buildings made of brick and stone all set in neat, orderly rows. It had not the scale of Manehattan, lacking its grandeur and size, but mayhaps one of the smaller cities in scope, Baltimare, or perhaps Fillydelphia. It was also, fittingly, in utter ruin. Practically no building was intact, all having great holes, tears, gouges, collapsed roofs, or some form of damage done. The paving on the streets was cracked, littered with debris, the lantern posts twisted, bent, or broken. Signs of both disaster and neglect were everywhere.

Looking up higher, there was a dark, roiling mass of clouds, far higher up than the cavern they were in should allow. A flash of light caught her eye and she turned, seeing massive towers standing off in the distance. Lights flickered throughout the structures, taller than any building she had ever seen, so many that it appeared Ponyville in its entirety could fit within them.

She had not noticed her jaw dropping open until a gentle, feathery touch pushed it closed, Cadance giggled. “Relax, it’s all illusions. Well, this is real.” Her wing swept out to direct Luna’s gaze over the rubble and ruins. “But anything higher than ten lengths or so is just an illusion. Those towers over there are ‘The Core’ area, and it’s a lot closer than it looks.”

Luna nodded. Now that she had a moment to think without being overawed by the sheer size of the area she could detect the faint ripple of magic between her and the sky, another veil hanging in the air in front of the towers. “The Core is the... how was it phrased.... ‘everyday’ area for forced play, correct?”

“Right. Where ponies can just go about a normal day, never knowing when some random dom will simply grab them and use them while everypony around them simply ignores their screams. The roleplay story is it’s the last ‘safe’ place to live in the world after a new Windigo War ended in detonating some sort of super Fires-of-Devotion-powered bomb that wiped out everything but this one last city. Putting up with being used however a Master wishes is their price for security from all the other threats. Those who refuse get exiled into the Ruins here to fend for themselves, or even out into the Wastelands, left at the mercy of whatever monsters it holds.”

Luna nodded along, actually paying attention to Cadance’s lecture this time. “Ponies can certainly be quite creative.”

“Ohhhh yeah. Plus that’s not counting The Underground and Underdark, the deeper levels of the zone for gold and crystal bell level play. But let’s just stick to the Ruins for now.”

Lune gave her companion a deep, respectful nod. “This time, friend, We shall follow thy counsel.”

That made the pegasus let out a snort. “No being formal! We are nothing but two poor, innocent lost mares trying to find a way to survive out in these ruins without getting turned into some cruel, uncaring slaver’s personal fuck toys.” She winked, a rather lascivious grin on her face. “At least, in theory we don’t want that. Anyway, let’s get going. It’s not really a good idea to stay in one place too long. The areas right in front of the gates are normally safe enough – it’s considered more sporting to let victims have some time to get into things. But nothing is really stopping anypony.”

She took the lead down the cracked street, motioning for Luna to follow. After a short walk she stopped, pointing a wing at the building they were about to pass. It was in far better shape than the ones around it, with bright green paint lining every door and window. “That’s The Tavern, and over there,” her wing darted to the other side of the street where a nearly identical building sat, though rather than the bright, clean face of the first, this one was covered in graffiti of the most obscene kind, “is The Pub. I think.” She cocked her head, her ears twisting back slightly. “I know those are the names, but always forget which is which. Anyway as you can see, that one,” her wing flicked to the first building, “is a Green Zone. It’s a good place to get set up for entering the Zone properly, find some friends to try and make it through the zone with, or potential masters to try and claim you. Pretty much the same as the Teahouse, but smaller and tailored for–”

“HELP! PLEASE, SOMEPONY!” Cadance was cut off by the scream coming from the second building. Turning, the two saw an earth pony mare hanging halfway out a second story window, seemingly trying to scramble out of it, uncaring of the drop below her. As they watched, shadows moved in the room behind her, hooves of three different colors reached out to pull the mare back in, the reclaimed victim letting out another loud scream that utterly failed to hide her excited squeals of joy.

“That one as you can see, is most certainly not a green zone. It’s a good place for mares that don’t want to trot around the alleys and streets looking for action.” She gave her aunt a grin. “Care to visit?”

Luna looked over the structure. Now that she was paying attention she could faintly hear the sounds coming from inside. Muffled but clear enough for her to notice shrieks, squeals, and cries of pleasure. The dull heat between her legs grew a bit warmer. She finally shook her head and turned to head down the street. “Neigh, I would rather see what the streets have to offer.”

The pegasus was quick to catch up. Silently taking the lead, she motioned for Luna to follow as she moved to walk alongside the edges of the building, rather than the middle of the road. As she moved through the deserted, wrecked streets, alert for any sign of slavers, rapists or worse, Luna’s body sank lower and lower, getting closer to the ground as she moved. Her motions flowed with an almost feline grace as her body seemed to blend in with and flow from shadow to shadow, moving quickly between the numerous options for cover scattered across the sidewalk: porches, piles of stone, ruined wagons and carriages, fallen lantern posts. She darted from one to the next, ever aware of the bright pink pegasus ahead of her who was making only the barest effort to remain concealed.

Every sense strained to detect potential threats. Her ears were the first to catch something. A dull, muffled sound came from the alley that Cadance was about to blithely walk out in front of. Moving swiftly, Luna lunged up, grabbing the other mare’s tail in her teeth and yanking back, using the force to help propel her further along and wrap a hoof over the mare’s mouth before she could manage more than the first hints of a started cry.

She attempted to point a wing at the alley, then her ear, letting out a small, annoyed growl as she felt no response from her currently missing appendages. Taking the hoof off Cadance’s mouth she mimed a ‘shhh’ gesture, pointed to her ear, then to the alley. Cadance nodded mutely.

Staying low to the ground, Luna crept over to the corner of the building. From there she could hear more clearly the same muffled moans, along with a repetitive, wet sound accompanied by an almost rhythmic slapping noise of flesh on flesh. Pearing around the edge, she saw three ponies at the far end of the alley in front of a brick wall. A mare on her stomach with a stallion in front and behind her, both rapidly hammering their cocks into her mouth and... Luna couldn’t tell which of the two holes was being used by sight, but the sounds made her suspect her marehood.

As she watched, she felt a weight on her back and neck. Cadance was leaning her head around the corner just above her, letting out a small gasp. Just as Luna was about to pull back, the stallion rutting the mare from behind gave a sharp cry, his body tensing. The muffled moan that had alerted Luna to them sounded again, this time louder as the mare was forced to accept her assailants seed.

Luna watched, feeling something warm and wet trickled down her thigh, the sensation snapping her out of her fascination and letting her pull herself back around the corner, half dragging Cadance with her. Looking around, Luna saw a way to slip past. Directly across the street from the alley was a rather large delivery wagon laying on its side. It was more than large enough to hide them from anypony in the alley. A few hoof signals to Cadance that were acknowledged with a nod and the unicorn led her companion across the street, both half crawling to stay below the edge of the vehicle before darting forward quickly as they tried to put distance between themselves and the stallions that might wish for fresh victims.

Luna’s attention was focused on any possible pursuit from behind as they hastily moved towards the end of the street, causing her to fail to notice the masked pony stepping out the alley in front of her until she had nearly collided with him, skidding to a halt less than a length away from the earth pony. She felt Cadance bump into her rear, barely paying attention to that as she readied her magic to fight the masked pony if he tried to claim them, her horn starting to glow faintly.

Their potential assailant hadn’t noticed them yet, despite their being so close and lacking any form of cover. Instead he was looking back down the alley, making a quick ‘come on’ gesture with his head. Soon he was joined by a mare wearing a thick, red aftercare robe. He nuzzled her before turning to head towards the entrance, only to leap back half a step as he suddenly noticed the two mares standing so close. He let out a startled curse before smiling rather sheepishly at the two.

The mare looked up, giving Luna her first good look at her face. Black, smudged rings circled her reddened eyes, running down her cheeks. Her face was splattered with white streaks that stood out against her auburn coat. Despite that, she had the serene, yet distant expression of a submissive still enjoying the embrace of their own personal subspace.

Luna and Cadance both stepped to the side, giving the other two respectful, silent nods of acknowledgement as the stallion recovered, gently nudging his companion as the two started to make their way towards the zone exit. Just before passing them by, the stallion hesitated, pausing between steps to look back at the two. “There’s a small band about half a block around that corner.” His chin jerked towards the end of the street they were on. “Waiting to ambush any mares that come by. Just a heads up.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Cadance replied with a warm smile as the stallion turned and began guiding the robed mare along the sidewalk. The mare looked back and giggled, adding, “Have fun!” in a dreamy voice.

Cadance watched the two leave, a rather pleased expression on her face. Only when Luna nudged her did she look away, turning back to the unicorn. “So sweet to see Doms in these zones that take care of the subs they use.”

Luna nodded in agreement before jerking her horn towards the corner. “Indeed, let us hope to be so fortunate. Though the immediate question is what to do with the information he gave us. Should we allow ourselves to be caught? Or seek to escape? As eager as We are to commence with the, ahem, ‘fun’, I am finding the attempts at avoiding it to be quite enjoyable in their own right.”

“Oh, very true, the sneaking around, trying to avoid being found, waiting till just the right moment to give in. It’s half the fun.” Cadance tapped a wing to her chin. “Okay, maybe not a full half, but you get the idea. Still, it gets better the deeper in you go. Like I said, most of the areas on the edge of the Ruins tend to be rather light on action. Mostly the newer, less experienced hunters, or those seeking to catch some easy victims quickly before they have a chance to get into things.” The grimace she said that with made clear her feelings on those types. “If the group is setting up this close, likely better to try slipping past them. The deeper into this we get, the more likely we’ll find rapists who really know what they’re doing.”

“Very well, We shall be guided by you,” Luna agreed, starting to make her way towards the corner. “Though it may be for the best if you allow Us to take the lead in doing so, We have noticed you do not appear well versed in the art of stealth. Follow close behind Us and try to stay as hidden as possible while remaining silent.”

Luna paused just long enough to get a silent acknowledgment from the pegasus before carefully conjuring a mirror in front of her, one that only she could see. She slipped it past the edge of the building, sweeping it around to get a good look at the next street, trying to spot the most likely places an ambush would be set up.

The nearest alley had far too much debris in front of it to make a good option. It would impede any attempts at emerging quickly. The next was far too narrow for more than one pony at a time, unlikely to be a hiding place for multiple ponies. A quick, thorough sweep of the rest of the street narrowed her options to three. Two alleys that would give excellent fields of vision and means of rushing any passing mares, and a large storefront, its massive display window missing all the glass and its interior in shadows. A perfect spot to covertly wait and watch. She made out routes that would take them around each of the potential ambush points with a decent modicum of safety, however they could not avoid both the storefront, and the second alley at the same time. Of the two, she found herself thinking the storefront would be the more ideal ambush point. Or at least the one she would choose were she the one in their horseshoes.

Making her call she banished the mirror illusion and turned back too Cadance. “I believe I know where the stallions are waiting, and there should be a way to move past them if we are quick and stealthy enough. Stay close, move when I move, wait when I wait, and remain quiet.”

“Lead on,” Cadance replied in a hushed whisper, a clear look of excitement on her face that only served to fuel Luna’s own growing enjoyment of this. Nodding one final time, the unicorn slipped around the corner, staying low as she darted for the cover of another overturned wagon. They moved from wagon, to cart, to rubble pile, crouching in the shadow of larger stairwells leading up to the empty buildings, staying out of sight as the large, empty looking windows that she suspected held their potential assailants got closer and closer, giving her less and less margin for error. She was pleased at how well Cadance stayed with her, moving quickly, staying low, though Luna winced constantly as she heard the other mare’s hooves grinding on the pavement, hitting small rocks, making far too much noise, even if she knew the sounds were so small and quiet that they would not be able to be heard by any normal pony who was not right on top of them anyway.

Crouching behind a fallen lantern post, Luna used another mirror to view the final few lengths during which they would be directly across from the building, as well as passing in front of the other alley that may be hiding ponies. She reconsidered her logic, but still found that of the two, the store was the more likely ambush point. Passing through undetected would require no small amount of luck, but it should be doable. She looked over at the pink pegasus crouching beside her, about to nod for them to move when another sound caused her to hold, her ears twisting around, locating the source up the road they were trying to travel. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed her suspicion. A trio of mares were walking right down the middle of the street, speaking in hushed, urgent tones. They were too quiet and too far away for Luna to make out the words, but their general posture and tone made clear they were nervous, though not enough to actually be trying not to be seen. Luna rolled her eyes at their lack of caution before signaling Cadance to wait, deciding to let those three spring the trap first to allow the two disguised princesses to slip past safely.

They did not have to wait long. Something small and fast came flying out of the store window, shooting between two of the mares. They froze, eyes wide in panic before bolting, all three turning and running the opposite way, towards the alley across the street. Luna felt a small thrill of victory at having correctly deduced the ambush point as two stallions and a mare lept through the broken window to give chase. One of them lifted a foreleg, something long and metallic gleaming on it. He took aim, another of those small, fast projectiles shooting out, this one impacting the rear of one of the mares. She froze in shock, Luna just barely able to see what looked like a wet stain where the object had hit, before the mare collapsed to the ground in an overly dramatic and clearly faked show of passing out.

Before Luna could puzzle what was going on, another projectile hit the front of one of the fleeing mares, causing the mare to pause and look at the damp spot on her coat as two more stallions burst out of the alley. Luna cursed herself for not having anticipated such a strategy, knowing she nearly led both of them into what should have been an obvious trap. Her self-recrimination was cut short as she realized the remaining mare would almost certainly bolt along the only free escape route, right towards her and Cadance’s hiding place.

Before Luna could think of what to do she felt a tug on her tail, Cadance giving it a hard pull as the pegasus swiftly made her way towards their salvation. The lantern post they were hiding behind rested just in front of a large stairwell with massive stone sides, leading up to an empty building with no door blocking the entrance. Giving them full cover to enter unseen. Luna moved swiftly, following the creeping pegasus until both slid into the building, ducking into the first doorway leading out of the entry hall they found.

Luna crawled over to the window overlooking the street they had just vacated. She conjured a new mirror just in time to see the final mare leap over their former hiding place, only to be grabbed in an airborne sweep by a pegasus stallion. The mare struggled but the stallion held firm, flying the captured victim back to the other six ponies that were now gathered in the middle of the street. The other two mares were locked in leg shackles that would keep them from running quickly, the first to fall still on the ground, feigning unconsciousness.

While the five assailants began to debate what to do with their prizes, Luna turned to Cadance, keeping one eye on the proceedings outside. “What were those things the stallions had?”

“What things? I wasn’t able to see much. What are they doing out there right now?” The pink mare replied, her ears focused on the window, clearly trying to figure out for herself without risking looking above the ledge.

“Arguing over who gets to claim their victims first, by the looks of it.” In the mirror she could see all five of them gesturing rather animatedly, moving between the captured mares, and then back to the hiding places each of them had come out of. “The tubes two of them had on their forelegs. They seemed to shoot some form of pellet that left a wet stain on the mares. One of them rather badly faking being rendered unconscious by the hit.”

Cadance’s eyes narrowed before going wide in understanding, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ of recognition. “I didn’t think they were being put into open use already. Unless they are just testers for them. It was an idea somepony came up with and the research labs did what they do and took it further. Though we can really blame Yearling for it.”

“Yearling? I assume by your tone we are not speaking of a young foal but rather a certain pony?”

Cadance nodded. “A.K. Yearling. She’s an author, you should try her books, they are really good, and really popular. Hence those things. Her last book had Daring Do being caught by a band of jungle ponies who used blowguns to fire darts tipped in sleeping potion to knock her out. Somepony thought that sounded like a good idea, but it turns out not only are blowguns a lot harder to use than most ponies expect, shooting darts at ponies like that isn’t exactly safe.” Cadance rolled her eyes at that last part. “The labs came up with another idea. It shoots little pellets -kind of like really firm soap bubbles- filled with stuff that pop when they hit somepony. It won’t actually knock them out, just kind of make the area it hits a bit numb for a while to let them know they were hit and to play along. Not sure how it works though.”

“I see.” Luna slowly nodded. “As I have said, ponies in this age certainly do not lack for creativity.” Her attention turned back to the mirror as she saw motion. The group was breaking up, the three from the store were half dragging, half carrying two of the mares towards their lair, while the remaining two forced the final victim into the alley.

“They are breaking up; two of them are dragging a victim into the alley.” She pointed a wing at the windows along the other wall that overlooked the stallion’s destination. “We should see if this building has another exit we can use to get around them. We would be better off not depending on them all being too preoccupied with their victims,” Luna whispered to Cadance.

The other mare got a thoughtful look on her face, which soon slipped into a quiet, lusty grin. “Orrrrr, we can watch the fun? Just to make sure those stallions are nice and occupied, of course.” Without waiting for an answer she began crawling over to the other windows, waving a wing for Luna to join her. The sound of a mare whimpering outside was clearly audible, until it cut off in a sharp yelp of pain that was followed by laughter from her two captors.

Luna hesitated. The safest course of action would be to flee while the stallions were busy. Sticking around and watching only opened them up to being found out, and while she was eager to get to that fun, she would prefer it to be because a potential rapist had earned the right through catching her fairly, not through a foalish mistake. As she debated, she heard a rough, harsh voice speak up, “Test your safety bell, bitch,” followed by a single clear chime as the mare obeyed, then by another cry of pain that was muffled halfway through by what Luna assumed was the mare being gagged.

She sniffed, noting a new scent in the air, sweet and enticing. Looking back to her companion she got a good view of her rear, her legs spread as she huddled under the window, tail flagging, letting Luna see the damp marehood that was the source of the new aroma. True, leaving would be the safest course, but We are here to have fun, are we not? She quickly joined Cadance, conjuring two mirrors, ensuring Cadance would be able to see the second as she brought them into position to look at what was taking place below them.

The mare had been secured by thick ropes to heavy metal rings that had been driven into the walls on either side of the alley, her legs spread wide. There were indeed the straps of a gag wrapping around her head. From this angle Luna couldn’t see the gag itself, but she suspected it was a ring gag, the way one of the stallions was starting to mount her front, pushing her head towards his waiting cock. Her thoughts were confirmed as she saw the head of his shaft push in between her lips.

As the first stallion forced his cock deeper into the mare’s mouth, the second mounted her from behind, the positioning giving Luna a clear view of his breeding shaft as it pushed into the mare’s exposed foal-hole. He plunged forward with a hard thrust, not wasting any time before he got to work hammering his newest cock-sleeve. The two stallions pistoned the spit-roasted victim, pounding her from either end without the slightest hint they regarded her as anything but a fuck-doll. Their moans and grunts echoed up to the windows the two were watching from.

Cadance let out a small gasp, Luna quickly casting a sound dampening spell around the room to prevent their being given away, the grunts and cries of the three outside dying away. Looking over, she saw that Cadance was on her back, staring at the mirror while one wing rubbed between her spread legs. The sight making Luna realize just how warm her own nethers were, a dull ache growing as she focused on the sensation and the masturbating mare next to her.

Turning her attention back to the three outside, she allowed a small trace of magic to brush along her damp marehood, just the slightest touch that steadily built up more and more as the unicorn watched the mare getting turned into nothing more then a cum-dump by her captors. The moans of two mares started to fill the room as the stallion claiming her breeding hole leaned down, saying something they couldn’t hear. One hoof wrapped around the base of her tail, pulling hard enough to make the mare visibly wince. A few more hard thrusts and they watched him bury his cock deep in her body, the way he lifted his head to cry out, the hard, short thrusts, the way the mare shudder, all making clear they were watching her get filled with his seed even before the small drops of whiteness began to drip to the ground. A moment later the one fucking her throat pulled out, blasts of thick jizz splattering onto the mare’s face, marking her as what she now was.

A louder moan from Cadance made Luna look over once more, the mare’s wing working vigorously at her marehood even as she started to shake, biting her lip to muffle the moans coming from her as a visible trail of wetness spread along the floor under her. As her self-created climax died down, Cadance looked up at the watching Luna and grinned. “Time to head out?”

Luna nodded, banishing the magic tending to her own nethers, still unsated yet left even more eager than before to find their own worthwhile group of stallions to turn them into their own personal fuck toys. “Indeed.” Getting to her hooves, she looked back, giving Cadance a smirk of her own. “If We had not accepted your invitation to join Us, you would have merely followed along and pleasured yourself to the sight of Us being ravished, would you not?”

The pegasus’ return smile was full of feigned innocence. “Maaaaaaybe.”

Letting out a small snort of laughter, she left the room, hearing Cadance rush to catch up. A quick look around the lower floor quickly led them to a large hole in the wall at the far end of the alley the mare had just been dragged into. A brick wall that seemed placed for no reason beyond turning the alley into a dead end separated them from the three ponies still enjoying themselves on the other side. The two mares descending the – far too perfectly formed into a usable ramp to be accidental – pile of rubble. Straining her ears, Luna could make out the voice of one of the stallions. “No way Kicks, you got to pump her cunt first, I get dibs on her ass.” Any reply cut off as the two turned the corner.

Slipping out onto a new street, Luna took the lead again, moving stealthily down the far narrower roadway till it rejoined the main one. After a few directions from Cadance on the best direction to head, the two travelled deeper into the Ruins.

As they moved deeper into The Ruins it became harder and harder to avoid ponies. Most only failed to notice the disguised princesses due to being occupied with victims they had already caught and were busy defiling. The street the two had been moving down had one end blocked by a mass of half a dozen masked ponies, including two mares from what Luna could make out, that had a pair of mares on the ground. The Doms were taking turns using their bodies in ways that made Luna’s desire to prove her ability to outdo those that would trap her war with her desire to be one of those mares. To be held to the ground as stallion after stallion used her body, filling her with load after load of virile seed with no regard for anything but their own pleasure, rolled onto her back, her face covered by another mare’s sex, smothering her till she started to put her tongue to work pleasing her assailant...

A tap on the shoulder from Cadance brought her out of her small fantasy. She pointed to a nearby alley, and Luna reluctantly headed towards it. Looking around the corner revealed that it was a hopeless escape route. Half-way down, a very muscular looking earth pony had a slim waif of a pegasus held off the ground, pushed up against the wall of one of the buildings, his hoof pressing her face rather roughly against the hard stone as his impressive stallionhood slammed into the weeping, moaning pony over and over.

Pulling back from the corner, Luna leaned in till her mouth was but a small space from Cadance’s ear, hissing as quietly as she could. “Is it time yet to simply allow ourselves to be captured? While this game of cat and mouse is most exhilarating, We are getting more eager for what will come after.”

Cadance shook her head, turning to address Luna in the same manner. “Not yet. Trust me, I’m not trying to trick you into not letting it happen or anything, I just want to get to a certain spot first, and I think we’re close, just one or two more streets over.”

“Very well,” Luna replied with a small sigh, impatience starting to creep over her. Looking around she saw what looked like the only way through that would not involve quite a lot of backtracking. The building next to the one they were sheltering in had one corner of the upper floors missing, the rubble from it blocking the lower door and windows. Luna was just able to make out a doorway leading further in through the high hole. She pointed it out to Cadance. “Hopefully that building will yield a means of egress on the other side.”

Cadance stared at the hole she was pointing to, looking back at Luna with a questioning expression. “How are you going to reach that gap? I’m not sure I can carry you, at least not without being extremely obvious.”

“Just go, I shall be right behind thee,” she reassured her, making her way through the shadows towards the edge of the building directly under the hole. Cadance looked back at the group still engrossed with their latest toys, waiting for them all to be… the moment they erupted in loud, rather malicious laughter she took wing, zipping up into the exposed room and crouching out of sight. Luna followed a moment later, her horn and hooves glowing as she walked directly up the wall as if it were the regular ground.

Once inside the two made their way to the other side of the building, repeating the procedure to scale the other side, as every passage they could find to the lower floor was choked with rubble. The street they found themselves on was deserted. Not a sign of anypony around. “Why is this area so empty?” Luna inquired as she peered down another alley that was equally devoid of any trace of either victims or rapists.

Cadance looked around, letting out a small gasp, her voice suddenly sounding quite worried. “That’s why.”

Turning to follow the pointing hoof, Luna saw a mark painted on the side of a wall. A bright red circle, or perhaps it was meant to be a starburst pattern, with a half-closed griffon’s talon reaching downwards in front of it. “This mark means something?”

“It’s a gang tag, it means we’re in their territory.” Cadance replied. There was a fearful expression on her face, but Luna could detect a note of excitement to her voice, and Cadance could not hide the slight sparkle in her eyes that betrayed her true feelings.

“This is a bad thing?” Luna asked.

“I-I don’t know, but it's why this is so empty, nopony is going to mess with victims in their territory. I’ve heard about this gang, they are new, but already have a reputation. It’s said no mare that gets found in their territory escapes without being broken by them. And those are just the lucky ones that are allowed to leave. It’s said somewhere in here is a camp where they keep their prized victims. We need to be really careful he-”

Cadance cut off as the sound of a hoof striking a rock came from behind the two mares. Luna cursed herself for getting too caught up in her companion’s words to pay attention to the seemingly empty street, even as she spun around.

Standing behind them was an earth pony with a long, slightly bent metal rod clutched in his mouth as he leered at the two mares. “‘ood ta ‘ear our ‘epu’ation-” he started to say around the weapon, Luna and Cadance not hearing any more of it as they both bolted down the nearest alley.

They only made it halfway before skidding to a stop as a unicorn stepped in front of the other end, his horn already glowing. Glancing back Luna saw the first pony start to advance towards them, blocking off the other end of the alley. She looked around in panic, trying to find some other way out. The walls were sheer, there were no doorways in sight, the only exit from the trap was directly up, and she knew the unicorn would likely be able to disrupt her spider climb spell if she tried to escape that way. She turned, staring into Cadance’s wide, fear filled eyes. “Heartthrob, flee, fly. I shall hold them back long enough for you to escape!”

The pegasus shook her head, spreading her wings as she moved back to back with Luna. “No, I’m not leaving you, you try to keep the unicorn from doing anything tricky, I’ll keep the other brute distracted.”

Luna clenched her teeth, charging her horn with magic as she turned, bracing her hooves on the dusty ground as she made ready to counter whatever spell their would-be rapist cast. The stallion approached slowly, cautiously. Making no move to attack. Luna was about to try and start things herself, catch him off guard, when she felt a heavy surge of air wash over her, followed by a heavy ‘thump’ sound and strangled gasp from behind. She spun around, her horn blazing as she made ready to blast whatever threat this was, only to rear back in shock, holding her blow. She found herself staring nearly directly at the broad, feathered chest of a very powerfully built griffon, whose foreclaw was wrapped around ‘Heartthrob's’ neck, one razor-sharp claw pressing tightly against her flesh. The captured pegasus’ eyes were wide with fright, staring at Luna with a pleading look.

“Now now, no doing anything hasty, it would be a shame to see such a beautiful prize come to harm because her companion went and did something rash,” he warned the mare in front of him, a predatory grin on his beak and undisguised hunger in his eyes. “Now stand down, turn off that horn of yours, and we might just try to make sure our two newest slaves enjoy being broken in. If not, well, we’ll be sure to enjoy ourselves either way.”