Luna watched as Gregor forced Cadance’s head lower and lower, her lips moving closer to Luna’s marehood. She could feel the warmth of the griffon’s seed leaking from her sore breeding tunnel, dripping down her rump and over her tail-hole. Luna’s already heavy breathing sped up at the thought of her friend being forced to tend to it, forced to soothe Luna’s ache with her no doubt highly skilled tongue, all while Luna herself was held down, pinned on her back. So did watching while the pegasus fought, struggled, and put on a good show of needing to be forced into this level of lechery and debasement.

Just before her muzzle made contact with the winking, blue folds, Cadance looked up, staring right at Luna with a look of genuine worry and concern. “Clockface.” Cadance's voice was sure, solid, lacking any hint of fear or subservience.

The effect was immediate, the hooves on Luna’s chest pinning her to the ground were pulled away. At the same time, Gregor's claw stopped shoving the mare’s head lower, letting go of her head and gently stroking along her neck. The griffon pressed closer, looking concerned as he bent down towards Cadance. “Are you alright?” His voice was just as urbane and polite sounding as always, but with an added note of concern.

Cadance looked over at the griffon, giving him a warm smile as she nodded. “Oh, oh yes, this has been amazing so far, and don’t worry, none of you did anything wrong.”

The griffon’s expression brightened at that, though he cocked his head to one side in puzzlement. Luna noted his shoulders seeming to rise up a bit higher as well. “I’m glad to hear that, was there something you needed then?”

“Just to make sure of something before we go any further.” Cadance turned, looking directly at Luna. “Are you sure you’re alright with this Fading? Us doing something like this together?”

It was Luna’s turn to look at the pegasus in surprise. “Aye, why would I not be? Thou knows I have no compunctions ‘gainst being with mares, and this is quite a valid means of a Dom in our esteemed captors’ place to exert control. I do not see any reason not to be ‘alright’. If I had any worries, I wouldst have used a safeword myself.”

The answer didn’t seem to quite be what Cadance wanted to hear, if Luna was reading the odd expression on the other disguised alicorn’s face correctly. It seemed as though Cadance was trying to ask her something specific but did not wish to put it into words, as if to deliver a message kept secret from those around them. Luna wasn’t sure, however, what about this situation was making her niece so uncer-.

Luna’s eyes went wide as she realized just what Cadance was talking about. “Oh. OHHHHH! Thou meant, because of-” Luna broke out in a fit of laughter, despite doing her best to hold it back. As she shook with laughter, Cadance pulled back, her expression changing from worried to confused. She looked over to the equally puzzled looking griffon, the two exchanging a long look before Cadance slowly shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.

Luna managed to get through her laughing fit enough to speak, “Heh, why would, ha, why would that mean a thing? Tis only an, hehe, honorary relationship.”

She finally managed to get the giggling fully under control, noting Cadance seemed quite relieved. “Not that such would be all that great a barrier for Us if it were due to more than lines on paper.” She gave her niece a rather sultry grin before winking. “But neigh, so long as thou hast no reservations in this, neither do I.”

A bit of motion in the corner of her eye drew her attention. She saw Gregor shaking his head as he stared at the two stallions behind her, giving them a look that clearly said something, but Luna could not tell what.

Cadance cleared her throat, getting both Luna and Gregor’s attention. “Alright, I just had to be sure. Sorry if that killed the mood or anything.”

The griffon waved a claw and shook his head again. “Think nothing of it, it’s far better to be sure of these things. I am simply glad you’re enjoying yourselves. Ready to get back to it?”

Cadance nodded. “Clockface.”

Luna added her own nod immediately after. “Clockface.”

Gregor slid his foreclaw back into place gripping the back of the pegasus’ head. “Clockface.” The instant he spoke, he shoved Cadance’s head down hard, giving her no time to react or fight back. “Now, make sure to get our little cum dump nice and clean, savor your first taste of your new master’s cum. It’ll be the main part of your diet from now on.”

Luna gasped as she felt Cadance’s muzzle slam into her marehood, the gasp turning into into a long moan as Cadance’s tongue drove between Luna’s folds. Gregor’s claw pushed the pink mare’s muzzle tight against Luna’s body, forcing Cadance to grind along her cum oozing folds. “That’s right, lick your friend's cunt like a good slave. Get it nice and clean. Don’t swallow, just suck out all of master’s cum you can and hold it. Let us see what a good cunt-washer you are.”

Cadance thrashed, flailed, Luna could feel her straining to pull her head out from between Luna’s legs. Her eyes looking up at the griffon forcing her to do this, pleading with him to stop, to relent. But whatever hesitation and resistance she was openly showing, she wasn’t holding anything back when it came to the tongue hidden from sight deep in Luna’s cunt. Luna barely managed to get a fresh lungful of air following the first surprised moan before the long and incredibly dextrous tongue started to writhe within her, sliding along her walls, plunging deeper than ever, curling around, working in and out. It pushed deeper, hugging the quivering walls of Luna’s breeding-tunnel before sliding around, working all over the damp passage, finally curling in on itself before being drawn back.

Luna barely noticed as Wood put his hooves back on her chest to keep her pinned to the ground, too lost in the feelings and sensations of the mare between her legs cleaning her ‘rapists’ cum out of her body.

Without warning, Luna felt all of the glorious sensations Cadance was giving her stop, her tongue yanked away from its explorations and the pressure of her muzzle on Luna’s marehood vanishing in the same instant. Looking down she saw Gregor yanking Cadance’s head up.

“Open your mouth, slave. Show us what you’ve cleaned from the cum-dump.” He growled.

Cadance obeyed with a whimper, opening her mouth to reveal the large mass of white filling it. She stuck out her tongue, a thick glob of griffon spunk dribbling down, making sure all those around could see the proof of what she’d been doing.

“Mmmm, it looks like you might be a natural cunt-cleaner. Now swallow it.” The griffon’s claw gave a small jerk, pulling on the mare’s mane.

Cadance gave him a fearful look before closing her mouth. As she did so, she looked over to Luna, her expression changing from fearful to lustful. With a grin on her muzzle, she kept eye contact with Luna as she visibly swallowed the seed she had collected from the other mare’s cunt.

“Open!” Gregor ordered, reaching up with his other claw to grip her jaw and pull it down. Once it was open he slid a talon into her mouth, pulling at her lips and cheeks, folding them back to make sure she wasn’t hiding any of the jizz she had been ordered to swallow.

The entire time Cadance barely paid attention to Gregor, allowing him to do as he wished with no reaction from her. All of her attention was focused on Luna, the pegasus staring at her aunt with a hungry, almost needy look in her eyes. Her breathing was hard, heavy, her sides pumping with each pant.

“That’s a good little slave. Now- ack!” Gregor let out a quick squawking cry as Cadance yanked her head down hard enough and fast enough that she pulled the claw clenching her mane along with it as she buried her face between Luna’s legs again.

Her tongue attacked the dripping pussy, lapping up the damp nectar along the swollen, winking folds, before sealing her lips around the mound and driving her tongue deep. Luna’s moans reached a new pitch, only the steady hooves holding her to the ground keeping her from rolling and thrashing in pleasure as the alicorn of love worked on her.

The sounds of their captors speaking only dimly registering as Cadance’s tongue started to probe, testing Luna’s sensitivity, finding which tender spots would make her moan the loudest when stimulated. She couldn’t even make out who was speaking.

“I don’t think we’re in control any more.”

“So? Ah don’t think it matters right now, does it?”

“Indeed, I’m hardly going to complain about that at the moment. Did you want to try to make them stop?”

“Heh, umm… not really.”

“Then just enjoy the show.”

Anything else was buried under her own loud whinnying as Cadance pulled her tongue out of the twitching and quivering passage only to wrap her lips around Luna’s winking clit. Luna felt the other alicorn suck on the sensitive nub, her tongue moving to press on the tip of it, massaging it, sending waves of ecstasy rolling up her aunt’s body. Luna felt the throbbing pleasure growing and growing, Cadance’s skilled work quickly pushing her towards another climax. The unicorn’s endless, near screaming moans became more intense, before trailing off in a long, frustrated groan when Cadance pulled back, releasing the Luna’s clit, ceasing any work on the other mare’s dripping marehood.

Luna barely had time to look down and see the teasing, lascivious expression on Cadance's face before the mare dove back in, her tongue sliding once more between Luna’s folds and assaulting her cunt. The prone mare was unable to move much of her upper body due to the iron hooves holding her down, but it didn’t stop her from arching her back, trying to push her hips up, to get her needy marehood to press harder on her niece's muzzle.

One energetic thrust caused the spreader bar still binding her legs to land on Cadance's shoulders, hard enough to make the mare grunt, but not causing her cuntlicking to pause in the slightest. The new point of leverage allowed Luna to lift her hind quarters up, grind them against the soft muzzle, push the exceptionally skilled tongue deeper.

The pleasure was reaching its peak, only the increasingly annoying hooves pinning her down kept Luna from reaching between her legs and holding Cadance’s head to her mound, forcing her to not stop until finally giving her aunt the climax she had been teased with. With one last long, lusty whinny Luna started shouting, doing her best to encourage Cadance to press on, to finish pushing. “Heartthrob! Do not stop! Do not! We are close so close, cease not thine work! Do not dare! We are so close to climax! Oh.. ohhhh… Stop and We shall cast a plague upon thine house for untold generations!”

Close, so close, nearly there, Luna could feel it building, building, getting closer, she was right at the edge, Cadance's tongue lavishing her clenching breeding-tunnel with the attention needed to push her over the edge. She let out a single, long, continuous moan, the cry building higher and higher, only to cut off in a strangled, gasping, almost painful sound as that glorious tongue pulled away, ceased its ministrations, fully drew itself out of her body while leaving her right on the cusp of glorious release. Before Luna had a chance to react, to protest, to do anything at all she felt a rush of glorious, perfect pain matched equally with pleasure. Cadance had taken the small, sensitive nub of her clit and was currently biting it. Gently, carefully, just hard enough to send the most amazing mix of pain and pleasure through her body. Sending her easily over the peak into a body wracking fit of ecstasy.

Luna could not know how long it lasted, how long she was lost to all but the sensations of pleasure enveloping her senses. By the time she came back to herself, she was still on the ground, but no longer pinned. Cadance had withdrawn her muzzle from Luna’s marehood, but was still between her legs. The younger mare looked at her aunt with a wide, satisfied grin, the elder’s fluids matting her muzzle and dripping off her chin. Winking at the still panting unicorn, Cadance looked over to Gregor. “Sorry, I think we got a little carried away with that.”

The large griffon cleared his throat, waving a claw to dismiss the apology. “Think nothing of it, nothing at all. I know I am certainly not going to complain about the show.” Clearing his throat again, he narrowed his eyes, his wings unfurling slightly, taking up a rather aggressive posture. His gaze hardened as Luna suspected he was working to get back into character. “It’s good to see such eager little sluts. Now let’s hope you apply the same eagerness to pleasing your masters.” He gave Cadance a leering grin, “And since you seem to enjoy cleaning out your master’s whores little broodmare, I think we will make that your primary duty once I’m done fucking my chick into you. Griffon chicks need lots of protein while developing after all.

A pair of chuckles drew Luna’s attention, allowing her head to tilt back she got a clear look at- Oh my! All other thoughts left Luna’s mind as she saw the massive girth of Wood’s endowment standing rigid and throbbing under him, only hoof lengths from her head, close enough she thought she could smell the hints of musk and sex emanating from the impressive masculinity. She felt her mouth watering at the thought of tasting it again, of truly working on it, coaxing its glorious seed through her own efforts, not merely being used for the end of another mare’s work. A quick look to the side showed an equally stiff, if less overwhelmingly engorged cock throbbing below the unicorn, Nova, as he stood near her.

A sudden tug on her hind-legs caused her to look back down, Gregor was in the process of removing the spreader bar from her. He tossed it aside before taking Cadance’s collar and giving it a hard yank. “Now it’s time for you to truly learn your place. On the ground under your master, eagerly accepting the gift of bearing his child.”

Cadance shrank back from the griffon that was now looming over her, making herself look as small, meek, and helpless as she could. “Please, don’t. Please. I… I don’t want… m-master and mistress promised that, that they would, he would, I’d get to…” She trailed off with a whimper, tears forming in her eyes again.

Gregor stroked the back of one claw along her cheek, brushing away some of the tears. “Now now, no need to be so scared. I treat my broodmares quite well. Plus I only choose the very best, and you are by far the greatest prize I have ever caught. Concubine to royalty, allowed to bear a prince’s bastard. I am not going to give up a chance to claim somepony as beautiful as you as my broodmare. This is going to happen one way or the other. You have no choice anymore; you are my slave and mine to do with as I will.”

The claw slid down further, stroking her neck. The mare whimpered but didn’t speak as her captor continued. “But, I am not heartless or unreasonable. I will give you a choice. You can keep fighting, keep resisting, and I will pin you to the ground and take what I wish anyway. After that you will spend the rest of your life chained besides my desk or bed. Being used as my personal cock sheath and broodmare, while using your mouth to tend to any male who comes to speak to me.”

Cadance let out a small, barely audible whimper, one that Luna was certain sounded more like excitement or lust than fear or sadness. The squirming and shivering she was doing looked more like a mare dealing with an aching need between her legs than anything else.

Gregor grinned at the reaction he was getting as he slowly licked his beak before continuing. “Or, you can accept this will happen. You can present yourself, beg for me to breed you, and once you give birth to my child, I will see if your master and mistress wish you returned. Then, if they are willing to make a, shall we say, suitable arrangement, I will return you to them.”

He flicked one wing towards Luna. “I will even toss in the little slut that caused all this if you want. Assuming there is anything left of her beyond the mindless, needy little whore it’s clear she truly is. By that time, I doubt she’d even want to leave.”

Being brought into the scene made Luna realized just how lost in watching the two of them she had gotten. A quick look behind her showing the two stallions were equally enraptured. Turning her attention back to Gregor and Cadance she heard the griffon telling the mare to think it over quickly. While Cadance put on a show of worried deliberation, Luna found her own thoughts drifting to what Gregor had said. Being so thoroughly broken, turned into nothing but a mindless fuck toy, craving nothing but; to be used, filled, having no concerns beyond obeying her orders; no need to think, to be burdened with fear, guilt, doubt; no expectations to be anything but a simple collection of cock sleeves to be filled whenever a master wished; a life of nothing but pure pleasure and utter subservience without worry of who she was or what others thought. Having that freedom, the reprieve from endless anxiety and self-doubt; it was what she wanted, needed.

Her fantasies were interrupted as Cadance let out another meek, plaintive whimper. “O-okay. J-just promise me… p-promise me that, that you’ll, you’ll let us go and, and not hurt us.”

Gregor gave the shivering mare a kiss on the forehead, claw still gently stroking her mane. “I am a griffon of my word little one. So long as your master and mistress will be willing to make arrangements, I will return you once our deal is complete. As to hurting either of you, perish the thought," he cocked his head to the side and let out a small 'hmmm' sound, "Well, outside of any needed punishment at least, but we are not needlessly cruel. I make sure all of our slaves are healthy and well cared for.”

Cadance closed her eyes, managing to make a few more tears roll down her cheek; Luna made a mental note to ask how Cadance was able to do that seemingly on demand. The pegasus stood up, turned so her rear was facing Luna, then bent down, spreading her hind legs wide and slowly lifting her tail up and to the side to reveal her already dripping foal-hole. “Please, please m-ma-master. Please mount me. Please make this slave your broodmare. I wish to be.. To be…” She trailed off, her whole little display having been said in a voice devoid of emotion beside a wavering, fearful quality.

Gregor followed her motions, moving up behind her and mounting her, sliding his cock between her legs, making her moan as he rubbed it along her slit. “Good enough to start with. I’ll teach you how to beg properly later. You’ve made the right choice though.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Wood? Nova? Don’t you two have other business to attend to? Like breaking in our newest fuck toy?”

She followed Gregor’s gaze, the two stallion shaking their heads, giving their boss rather sheepish expression. Wood rubbed one hoof along the back of his head and blushed, “Sorry, Mister G we’ll get right on that.” The earth pony trotted around Luna’s body, quickly turning to straddle her. He grinned down at her, his mare-breaker hovering between them as he planted his forehooves on her chest again, holding her in place. “Do ya want ta follow yer friend's example and just give in now?” A quick shift of his hips brought his breeding post down, pressing the head to her still leaking cunt. “Accept that from now on yer nothin’ but a piece of slutty fuck-meat?”

Luna moaned, nodding her agreement, unable to hold back or deny how much she wanted this, how good it would feel, how much she deserved it. Her eyes went wide as Wood pressed forward, driving his hips down, forcing her marehood to accept his enormous cock. A long, steady whine echoed in her throat as she felt herself spread wide, pushed just to the point of the pain overtaking the pleasure given just how far her foalhole was spread open. A few quick thrusts drove several more inches into her, making her feel like she was about to be ripped in half, while at the same time like there was nowhere else she would rather be then serving as a sheath for this beast of a stallionhood.

She clenched her eyes and bit her lip to resist screaming as inch after inch of his tortuous, wondrous girth was driven into her foal hole. Wood lowered his head; Luna feeling his breath on her ear as she heard a small grunt, the stallion fucking her to her limit spoke softly, gently. “It’s alright iffen ya need ta call a safeword, if it’s too much for ya. Ah don’t want ta hurt you, not for real, so, just please call one if you need it. Ah know am packing a lot more’en most mares can take.” There was no sense of bravado, of the pride she would assume a stallion would take such a thing with. Instead he sounded worried, even a bit ashamed.

Luna flung her forelegs around the stallion’s neck, giving him a reassuring hug, lifting her head to whisper to him. “Neigh, tis fine. A bit pa-aaaayyyy-inful, but tis a good kind. Thou art doing wonderfully.” She reassured him, trying and failing to suppress the building moan as she spoke, eventually leaning her head back while letting it out, her body shuddering as she felt the final thrust, his breaking-rod fully hilted, his balls pressing on her rear. She was sure she could feel the head of it pressing directly on the barrier to her womb, uncertain if it was just her imagination or not.

“Now hold on, we need ta make sure Nova can git his fun in too.” Wood warned her as she felt him wrap his legs around her barrel, holding tight, his muscles straining as he lifted her up. He rolled himself onto his back, taking Luna with him, ending with the mare on top, held tight in his grip, the sudden change in position making her let out a loud moan as it shifted the angle of his cock in her straining marehood. “Gotta make sure that all of yer fuck-holes get broken in, don’t we?”

A moan made her look up. The change in position had brought her closer to where Cadance was being mounted by Gregor, the griffon’s large, dangling balls swaying just a few hoof-lengths away from Luna’s muzzle as he drove his barbed cock into the pegasus’ foal hole over and over while Cadance whimpered and moaned. Luna thought she could hear a few half-hearted utterances of ‘no’ or ‘please’ underneath.

Her attention was drawn away from the sight by hooves pressing down on her shoulders. “You like seeing that you fucking slut?” Nova’s voice hissed in her ear. “Like seeing your friend getting rutted, bred? Knowing that because you’re such a worthless little whore that couldn’t resist a good, hard fucking, your little friend is about to have a foal raped into her?”

Luna moaned, whimpering and shuddering at his words. Here she was, held down, violated, objectified, made to be nothing but a set of warm holes for her betters to rut, treated like nothing but the slave she was. It was nearly everything Luna desired out of being a willing submissive. He was right. She was worthless, pathetic, lying here, being taken in a dark, filthy alley and she was loving it. She had even dragged Cadance in, her body being violated because of Luna. A hard tug on her mane made her gasp. “Answer me bitch.”

“Y-yes! Yes! This slaves enjoys the sight! She is worthless! Pathetic! Good for naught save being a vessel from which others may take their pleasure! Please, show this slave her place!” She screamed out, losing herself to the moment, letting go of everything save the pleasure and joy of being little more than a wanton, cock-hungry trollop.

“Ohhhh, we got us a real slut here Wood, barely even started breaking her and she’s already just a mindless fucking whore begging for it.” His hips shifted, his cock moving to press against her tail hole. “So beg, beg to have your tight little ass spread wide around my cock. Let me hear you plead like the cock-slut you are.”

His horn lit up, Luna gasping as she felt something cool and slick seeping into her unused hole, the unicorn recognizing the lubrication generating spell he was casting on her. “Please! We need to be filled Master! We art nothing without Masters’ cocks inside of me! Rut my ass, claim it, defile it, fill it, make this slave truly feel like the worthless harlot she is!”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” With a loud grunt he drove his hips forward, making Luna whinny loudly as his cock speared into her tailhole. It took only a few hard, heavy thrusts before she felt his balls slam against her already straining pussy, the impact making the cock filling that hole twitch.

“More, yes, more! Rut me! Do-OOOHHHH!” Her words turned into a cry as the unicorn started to hammer his shaft into her ass. A steady, fast rhythm, the pace of a stallion that is simply trying to use a tight little hole as his personal cock milker.

Almost on instinct she wrapped her forelegs around the stallion under her, pressing tight, holding him for support as the one above her relentlessly pistoned in and out of her tail-hole, used her as the otherwise worthless cock-sleeve she was. The earth pony for his part was simply riding this out while only giving a few, occasional thrusts, enough to add to the pleasure of being filled by two stallions, but otherwise allowing his companion to have his way. Luna was sure she could feel the two shafts grinding on each other inside of her.

She had no idea how long she stayed like that, how long her assailants used her body, how long till Nova again yanked her mane, twisting her head around so he could see her face. “I’m getting close whore. Beg for it! Let me hear how much you want your filthy, tight little ass pumped full of cum!”

“P-Please, Master, give this slave thy seed, give unto us thine essence!” Luna whimpered, feeling his cock flaring out inside of her. “We are meant for nothing save to be used for thy pleasure!”

“Damn... right… you fucking… slut!” He let go of her mane and wrapped his legs around her, holding tight as he slammed himself as hard and deep into her body as he could. “So take it… all!”

Luna tossed her head back, a long, deep moan filling the alley as his cock began pumping its load into her bowels. Wave after wave of thick, warm stallion spunk despoiled her, treated her body like nothing but a cum dump. She shuddered, pleasure washing over her at the sensation, though not quite enough to fully sate the growing pressure and building tension deep inside of her.

“Good… good slut. I can’t wait, wait to… fuck our new toy… every day.” He panted while pulling his already softening cock from her ass, moving off of the two. “Now, enjoy a real ride on our Bitch Breaker.”

Luna heard an annoyed grunt from the stallion still under her, before she could respond Gregor and Cadance both let out long, loud cries. Cadance’s sounding out a mix of both pain and pleasure. As the mingled cries faded Gregor looked back at the watching ponies and grinned. “Don’t worry my little brood-mare, I’m sure your friend will be more then happy to help make sure you get your womb full of fertile, virile griffon cum.”

Cadance whimpered, gasped, “Ohhh yeeees,” before shaking her head. “No, I-I mean no, please d-don’t, dont make her! Please don’t do this! I, I promise to be good, to be a willing broodmare! But, but just, please, please don’t. D-Don’t force her to do that, to-” She was cut off as Gregor started to walk backwards, holding her tightly for balance and forcing her to carefully do the same. She had managed to make her pleas sound like a truly terrified, desperate mare begging for reprieve, but the look she gave Luna left no doubt how much the pegasus was enjoying this.

Luna’s eyes were fixed on the quickly approaching hind quarters of the griffon, on the swaying balls full of potent seed waiting to be pumped into his latest conquest’s fertile womb. As it got closer, Luna could see what had caused this, the spines lining the griffon’s cock were fully extended, locking his cock in place as he held himself right on the edge of climax. He wouldn’t be able to do more than the smallest motions without the spines raking painfully across the mare’s delicate flesh.

She didn’t wait to be told, to be ordered. She thought she heard Gregor start to say something that might have been one but she barely heard. The moment those dangling orbs were in reach she lunged forward, taking one of the succulent treats between her lips and letting her tongue greedily lash over the sweat streaked sack. Her every breath was full of the griffon’s exotic musk, her tongue coated in his potent taste. She closed her eyes, reveling in the thrill of pleasing her master like this, only barely noticing that the stallion under her had started to thrust. Her own breeding hole was still sore, but she had mostly gotten used to being so stretched.

The sudden sensation still made her gasp, any thought to what the stallion claiming her was doing lost as the rush of air from her gasp caused Gregor to moan, his cock visibly throbbing. She could feel the tension in it, feel how close he was to release. She went back to work, her tongue and lips tending to every inch of his cum-factories. Her tongue traced over the taut flesh, tasting the musk, sweat, and exotic flavor of the griffon’s ponderous orbs. She took one, then the other between her lips, sucking on them gently while lavishing each with her tongue. She buried her muzzle between them, breathing deeply of her master’s powerful scent, nuzzling the sweet spheres. Eventually, she moved to lick the base of his cock, feeling the tight, hard breeding spear throbbing as it was held right on the edge of release, eager to fulfill its own purpose and claim another broodmare’s womb for it’s own. She even darted down the give Cadance’s folds and clit some attention, returning just a small fraction of the pleasure her niece had bestowed on her earlier as she tried to make the mare’s tight cunt squeeze harder around its master’s shaft.

Her efforts were quickly rewarded. The breeding spear impaled Cadance, pulsing, throbbing as it began to pump its foal, no, chick batter into the griffon’s newest mate. Luna kept up her work tending to her master, ensuring they both milk as much fertile seed out as they could. As the thick jizz began to leak out around his cock she devoured it, tongue darting quickly to collect every drop of it she could.

A sudden tug from Wood pulled Luna away from her work, the earth pony slamming her down on top of his cock. He quickly lifted her back up, his hips picking up speed, no longer the steady, almost gentle rhythm she had been feeling but not paying attention to throughout her efforts to get Cadance’s foal-hole filled. They were now quick, hard, slightly erratic. “Tha was so buckin’ hot!” He gasped out. “Gonna, gonna cum soon! Ya ready!”

Luna planted her rear hooves on the ground, adding her own efforts to his, riding the colossal breeding-shaft. “Aye! Fill Us, breed Us true!” Wrapping her forelegs around the stallion’s neck she lowered her muzzle and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth as he opened it in a startled gasp. The sudden efforts of the mare pushed him over the edge. The first heavy pulse of cum made Luna feel like a waterfall was crashing into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the kiss muffling her initial cries as they echoed down the stallion’s throat instead.Soon, however, she pulled back, tossing her head up and letting out her loudest cry of pleasure yet, a primal scream of raw passion, need, desire, lust echoing through the alley as her womb was filled with what felt like gallons of jizz.

Collapsing back on the stallion she panted, twitched, nearly senseless from the pleasure, the last body wracking climax leaving her lost in the peaceful bliss of subspace. This was what she was for, what she was meant to do; obey her masters, be their cock sheath, their cum dump, it was all she needed.

Wood shifted, his hoof gently prodding her shoulder. “Ya doin’ al’right?”

Luna could only nod, letting out a light ‘mmhmmm’.

“Glad ya enjoyed that, but the boss is ready ta move on. Ya might wanna pay attention.” The stallion held her, rolling so they were both on their sides before pulling out of her. A small flood of spunk quickly poured over Luna’s legs and pooled on the ground under her. He helped her to her hooves, supporting her as she leaned on him, her own legs feeling far to weak and uncertain to do so on their own.

She finally looked around, blinking to get her vision to focus before finally seeing Gregor standing near Cadance, holding her leash to the ground with one claw while the other reached under his wing. “Indeed, yes. We’ve had our fun, but I think it’s time we take our new prizes back to the camp. I’m sure everyone there will love trying out such an enthusiastic little slut,” he leered at Luna, “but first, let’s make sure these slaves know just who they belong to now.” He pulled the claw out from under his wing, it was holding a small, horseshoe shaped device. A flick of his talon and blue energy sparked to life between the prongs. It formed the shape of a griffon talon reaching down to grab something unseen, the same image as the gang tag they had seen just before being captured.

Luna smiled at the sight. She was about to be branded, marked forever as this griffon and his gang’s property. She would be freed from worry, doubt, guilt, lacking any concern except for being a good slave. A good cock-sleeve for her masters. At the moment, she could think of nothing she would desire more.

At least until Cadance shattered her dreamy thoughts of a life of utter servitude. As the griffon turned to brand his newest broodmare first, Cadance took a step to the side, holding up a wing to block the griffon as she shook her head. She looked at Luna, her eyes probing, taking in the unicorn's condition. Finally she nodded, her expression serious as she turned back. “That does sound wonderful and I’m sure we’ll be back some other time for it, but I think we’ve had enough for one night. So for now, Towertop.”

Author's Note

Our intrepid heroines' tale isn't quite over yet, they still one more chapter to go. So keep an eye out for Chapter 5: Aftercare sometime next week.