Chapters
A burst of light and a ‘pop’ of displaced air filled the empty room. As the flash died, Luna looked around, barely having time to reorient herself from the teleport before there was a knock on the door to her chambers. “Come in, Cadance,” she called as she made her way to the ponnequin that sat in the corner of the room, her magic starting to remove her regalia from her body, setting each piece in place on the inanimate pony shape as she heard the door open.
“Thank you, Princess, but the name is ‘Heartthrob’,” an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind Luna, but with a playful tone the alicorn could not help but recognize.
Setting her last hoof-guard in its proper storage space she turned around. Standing just in front of the door was a pegasus mare with a pink coat and purple and yellow mane and tail. On her flank was a red heart with a jagged green line running across it, something Luna recognized as being from one of the monitoring devices in use in modern medical facilities, though its name and significance escaped her at the moment.
She nodded at the pegasus as she made her way towards a full-body mirror. “So you still intend to accompany me tonight?”
“Of course, this is a big step for you, Aunt Luna. Going back to the Borderlands after what happened last time.” Heartthrob moved over to stand next to the alicorn, reaching one wing up to rest it on her back, having to reach quite a bit higher than normal to get it positioned. “Just remember, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you can back out anytime you start to feel overwhelmed,” the pegasus lifted her head, gently nuzzling Luna’s neck, ”and most importantly of all, I will be right beside you the whole time.”
Luna leaned against the smaller mare. Resentment briefly flashed through her mind at feeling like she was being foal sat, but it quickly gave way to feelings of appreciation for all Cadance had done for her over the last few months. “I know. But I wish to do this. I must needs face these challenges, as you and Starsong have said. But, We are glad to have thee besides Us, dear niece.” She turned her head, leaning down to nuzzle the pegasus standing next to her before gently pushing her away with one wing. “Now, if thou wilt excuse Us, We must make ourselves ready for tonight.”
Heartthrob stepped to the side, giving Luna room as her horn began to glow. A shadow passed over Luna’s body, making her reflection in the mirror look slightly distorted as it started to shift. Her wings disappeared, her legs shortened, her entire frame reduced in size. Her ethereal mane and tail froze, becoming regular, deep purple hair. Her coat colors faded, becoming a much lighter shade of blue. The black patch on her hips vanished from sight as her cutie mark changed, the crescent moon growing larger, more stylized looking and rotating, a small constellation of stars appearing inside the hollow of the crescent.
As her now shorter horn dimmed, ‘Fading Crescent’ turned back and forth, examining her new form in the mirror, making sure she had gotten it correct. “Adequate. Though it still feels odd to take on such a guise.”
“You get used to it,” Cadance replied. “Though admittedly, I might have an advantage there.” She fanned her wings out briefly before heading to the door.
Luna closed her eyes, letting out a small sigh. “It truly does not bother you that either of us should need to adjust to such things?”
She felt a hoof stroke down her neck a moment before a warm muzzle nuzzled against her cheek. “We’ve been over this already, Aunt Luna. This is for you, not anypony else. You need time to get used to the way things are now, to find your place again without worrying about how others might see you.”
Luna wrapped one leg around her niece and gave her a grateful hug. “I know. You have said such things often. Forgive me for bringing such thoughts to a night that should be about simply enjoying ourselves.” She let go, putting a smile on her muzzle as she headed for the door.
The pegasus fell in behind her. “No, never be upset or sorry for talking about how you feel.”
Luna paused at the door, looking back. “You are sure you wish to do this? I am grateful to have you accompany me, but I know you have much to do.”
Cadance laughed and shook her head. She held up both wings in front of her, balancing them like scales. “Let’s see, spend a night running and hiding in terror as I’m stalked, chased, and ultimately caught, then get tossed to the ground, pinned, and have every orifice violated by horny stallions looking to have their way with me.” Her left wing slipped up higher and she looked at it in consideration for a moment before turning to her right one. “Or spend another night having ponies drone at me over every little detail about a wedding that isn’t taking place for over a month still.”
Both wings reached a balancing point as she looked between them. “I’m not sure how I could choose.” Chuckling, her left wing shot up into the air as the right one dropped. “Yeah, such a hard choice. Lemon Hearts is doing a fine job getting things organized and everypony already knows what they are doing. They don’t really need my input at this point and I’d rather not listen to a bunch of mares giggle and gush about how great it’s going to be for hours on end.”
Luna nodded. She knew little of current wedding customs, but from what she had overheard from the staff involved in planning Cadance’s it did seem like a large amount of pointlessness was involved. “Very well then, let our night of joyous debauchery begin !” She gripped the latch in her magic and threw the door open. Lifting a hoof high in celebration, Fading Crescent burst through the open doorway into a completely empty hallway. She immediately blushed and dropped her hoof, giving a nervous little cough as she looked back at the pegasus following her.
Heartthrob was kind enough not to say anything as she took the lead, the unicorn following behind her. Luna had been offered a suite in the highest levels of the Tower, the ones reserved for council members and dignitaries, but had preferred to take a more mundane room for her personal quarters at the Society. She was even happier with that decision since her second return as it made it easier for Fading Crescent to come and go without arousing suspicion.
As they waited at the end of the hall for the elevator, Luna looked over her companion in greater detail. Double-checking to ensure that there was nopony around to overhear, she broached a question that had been on her mind since she’d first seen Heartthrob. “Doesn’t Heartthrob look quite a bit like Princess Cadance? Were it not for your size and the lack of a horn I would be hard pressed to tell the two apart. Moreso given the padlock with Captain Shining Armor’s mark upon it.” She tapped her horn on silver lock dangling from the black, silver studded, orange and gold banded collar encircling Cadance’s neck.
Cadance looked back, giving her aunt a knowing, slightly smug grin. “Oh, she does. Officially I am Princess Cadance’s hoofmaiden outside the Society, and her and her fiance's personal slave inside, hence the padlock. As to her looks, there are enough cases of ponies looking like celebrities that there is even a small business around impersonators. So it’s not seen as too suspicious. Most just assume that the two took me in specifically for the similarity.” As she spoke the elevator ‘dinged’, the door sliding open to allow the two to step in, Luna quickly pressing the button for the atrium’s middle level.
“In fact,” Cadance continued once the doors had closed and the elevator began moving, “last year Heartthrob was approached by a rather cute pair of stallions that were trying to give their friend a great bachelor party, asking if I’d play ‘The Princess of Love’ and show him a good time.”
Luna looked back as her niece stopped talking, one hoof eagerly tapping on the floor as she waited for her to continue. Cadance had turned her head, seeming extremely interested in examining one of her wings, Luna noticing the faint hint of a grin touching what little of Cadance’s muzzle she could see. Finally Luna spoke up herself. “And? Didst thou?”
Cadance’s silvery laughter filled the small space as she gave her aunt a mischievous look that Luna was sure she had learned from Celestia. “Unfortunately, ‘Heartthrob’ ended up being far too busy with her duties to make it that night. Luckily for them, Princess Cadance decided to take her place as an apology for keeping their chosen guest of honor from them.”
Luna felt her jaw drop, blinking quite a few times before she managed to recover. “Thou didst not!”
Cadance's laughter only grew more intense and uncontrolled, the mare leaning on the side of the elevator for support. “Oh I most certainly did. Several... ha... times that night in fact.” She brought a hoof to her mouth, trying to get her laughter under control. “Heh… you should see your face... Hehe... right now!”
Luna looked away, giving the other pony a few moments to get herself under control. “This does not concern you? It-it is fine that ponies would seek-” Her words were cut off as the elevator ‘dinged’ again, the door opening up to reveal a small group of ponies waiting to enter. The two disguised alicorns stepped out, allowing them entrance. Luna approached the railing in front of them, rearing up and place her forehooves on the edge to allow her smaller form a clear view over it.
She looked down at the main atrium, it was a massive, open space, rising up above them another level still before the walls curved up into a domed ceiling, rounded stained glass skylights set into the curves. The room was grand, without being opulent. Gold and silver were used often, but only in ways that accented the curves and flow of the space, not standing out like the gaudy shows of wealth so many ‘high class’ ponies felt the need to display. Banners displaying the Clocktower logo hung between pillars, a massive mosaic of the Tower filling the far wall.
The lower floor of the atrium was dominated by the large fountain surrounded by a small indoor garden of bright flowers and cunningly sculpted shrubbery. Above it all rose the statue of Equestria’s founders, in poses nopony outside of this place would believe.
Despite its size, the atrium was filled with ponies and other beings going about their business. Centuries ago such a gathering would have been seen only during the largest of assemblies of Society members. Yet now, it was the barest fraction of the ponies who made this place a part of their lives. Even taking into account how much Equestria itself had grown in her absence – the assembled ponies were nothing compared to the veritable sea of bodies flooding the streets she had witnessed during her tour of Manehattan – it was staggering to her just how large the once shunned, distrusted and looked-down-upon group had become. A sense of pride welled up in Luna at just how many ponies, griffons, and others were now members of the once small Society she had known.
She felt Cadance moving to join her at the railing, pressing close, one wing brushing along Luna’s side. “It’s rather impressive, isn’t it?”
“Indeed. Long ago, the Society was but a small fraction of just those in this single Tower. Now? Now this is but one of many sites dedicated to the ideals of devotion and the safe exploration of one’s desires. It is gratifying to see those ideals become so widely accepted.” Everywhere she looked, ponies were going about their evening, interacting, enjoying themselves. More and more came through the main gate as others filtered out to head to the dungeons or wherever else they wished to spend this night. “It is hard to believe as I look at this that all these ponies needs must hide in shadows and secrecy. That so many can still be made to hide away who they are.” She turned away from the throng below, her voice dropping as she climbed down off the railing. “All because of one pony’s mistakes.”
She felt Cadance’s wing wrap around her almost instantly, the pegasus nuzzling her neck, speaking quietly, just loud enough for Luna to hear without carrying to the ponies nearby. “That is not the reason, not anymore. Yes, it was that pony’s mistake that first drove them into hiding, but it is that hiding that allowed it to flourish, by giving everyone a safe, secure, hidden place to truly be themselves without any fear of what others may think.”
Luna nodded, she had heard this speech before, she could not deny that she saw the logic to it, yet never did it help her feel any better about her past mistakes. Though, it was still a comforting thought that perhaps there was some good to come of even her greatest failure.
Cadance continued, starting to guide her companion towards the cavernous entrance to the dungeons. “I do not believe for a moment that revealing the Society to the public at large would go as badly as most claim. That ponies would be so unaccepting as they think. There would be some issues, some who take it badly to be sure.”
Luna interrupted her with a snort. “Such as the fanatics who first drove it into hiding to begin with, and yet are still allowed to openly go about proclaiming others to be unworthy and preaching their hate and small minded intolerance.”
Cadance’s face grew sterner for a moment, a quick flash of irritation, if not outright anger, crossing it. “Yes, them. It’s not like it would matter much, they are nothing but a small, yet very loud group of ponies that cannot move out of the past and would find something to hate and scream about no matter what.” She let out a small, satisfied chuckle. “Remind me to tell you about the time one of them publicly confronted Princess Cadance for her ‘immorality’ and ‘crimes against the very fabric of Equestrian society itself’ for her audacity in debasing herself by coupling with a common stallion in defiance of the natural order and violating the holy sanctity of a ruling matriarch’s body’ or some such nonsense.”
“They did not!” Luna froze, staring at the pink mare besides her in shock.
“Oh yes,” Cadance replied with a grin.
“Oh Oh! I heard about that!” A passing stallion spoke up, pausing as he was about to enter the main passage down to the caverns. “Didn’t they find the guy trying to break into a pound?”
“I heard he was running around the park trying to chase down ponies’ dogs, trying to give them his own ‘bone’ to play with,” his companion corrected him.
“Wait, what are you talking about?” More ponies began to drift towards them, being attracted by the conversation.
“The Sol Invictus idiot that tried to publicly shame Princess Cadance for daring to actually have sex with her own fiance because of their screwed up views on what a Princess should be,” the stallion replied, garnering murmurs of agreement and several knowing nods from the gathering crowd.
Cadance nudged Luna, jerking her head for the two to slip away while everypony was distracted. Luna nodded, though her ears stayed focused on the conversation behind them.
“Still can’t believe she would force a pony to do something like that, even if they did deserve it.”
“She wouldn’t, not Cadance. Besides, that’s not her powers work, is it? Doesn’t there need to be something already there for her to bring to the surface?”
As they rounded the curve of the ramp the ponies voices faded, leaving the two alone for a few moments. “Is this true? Did y-the Princess do that?”
Cadance gave Luna a small, slightly ashamed looking grin and nodded. “Kind of…” She gave the elder princess a slightly guilty look, while Luna kept her face impassive. “What? He insulted Shining Armor and it’s not her fault he was just using his fanaticism to try and hide from his own love of bestiality. She just helped him better understand himself.” She quickly held up a hoof. “And before you say anything else, I am quite certain she already got a rather thorough lecture from her Aunt Celestia on the matter.”
Luna simply grinned at the younger mare and shook her head. “Neigh, I would not fault thee for that. Tis no more than their kind deserve and far more lenient than others might have been.”
Cadance giggled slightly before shaking her head. “We really shouldn’t think that way about them, as satisfying as it might be.”
Luna sighed as they emerged from the tunnel into the main dungeon access, three large, cavernous doorways leading out of the rough cavern, each framed by stone arches. One had the form of an archaic castle rampart, another was shaped like a collar, and the third a waiting dungeon gate, the iron portcullis drawn up into the top of the passage, just the tips of it hanging down. Both mares heading for the collar-shaped passage and the submissive locker room beyond.
As they turned past the collaring chambers and into the locker room Luna broke the silence. “You are likely correct. Still, how does this not make the Society revealing itself something to be avoided given such things?”
“Because they are just the tiniest, most extreme faction of ponies. There are far more already in or who would support the Society than I think anypony realizes.”
“So why stay hidden then?”
“Because of everypony here. Remember what I said up top? It was hiding away, becoming a secret that allowed the Society to grow so much. It gave ponies a place they felt safe showing this side of themselves, knowing it was hidden, secret. Even if there would be universal acceptance, which even I’m not deludedly optimistic enough to believe, simply knowing that nothing one does here will be known, that this is a safe place to explore and be who they wish? It’s worth remaining ‘in the shadows’ as you call it for that.” Cadance gave her companion a wink as the two approached the banks of lockers, both slotting their PipSubs into place and giving the arcane interface a moment to call up their personal storage units. “Besides, being part of a secret society devoted to kinky sex is kind of fun in its own right.”
Luna couldn’t help but chuckle at that, admitting to herself Cadance had some good points. Still, part of her couldn't fully accept it was that simple. She put on her gear in silence until she gave her safety bell a single test ring. Nodding as the clear sound echoed through the room, she shut her locker and reclaimed her badge.
She waited till Cadance had finished her own preparations, clearly struggling a bit to get things in place without magic but accomplishing it well enough. As they departed the locker rooms, Luna said quietly, “You did not answer my earlier question.”
Cadance looked up and cocked her head. “Which one?”
“The one in the elevator. Whether you believe it is a not a problem that certain ponies should feel the need to disguise who they are, even here.”
“Because I know you’ve already gotten the answer. Mine is the same as Starsong’s was when you asked her this. No, I do not see a problem with it, because you are not hiding who you are, you are simply putting on a mask that allows you to more comfortably be who you really wish to be. No different than so many others here, except for being a bit more extensive.” She paused at the access cavern, looking between the two ways down to the dungeons. “Want to stop by the teahouse for a bit? Or just head right to the action?” Her tone held a note of questioning that made this seem like she was asking far more than what it seemed.
Luna nodded towards the path the led directly to the upper dungeons. “Yes, yes, We have learned Our lesson Mi-my friend. But is it one that applies here? We already know where we are going and what we wish to do. Now cease trying to change the subject.”
“Fine,” Cadance snorted as she turned, heading for the smaller doorway opposite the grand gate that was a quicker passage down to the dungeons. “I understand it’s annoying and frustrating, but really all it would take is time for ponies to get used to it. The ones that would want to use a princess to live out a fantasy can already do that anytime they want after all. So it's just a matter of being used to seeing one of them as an active member of the Society. Princess Cadance hasn’t had much issue with that in years.”
“What.” Luna’s reply was flat, cold, not a question in any way. “Explain.”
Cadance turned back, her expression puzzled. “You mean the able to live out their fantasies bit? We do have an entire hive of changelings here that are eager to help satisfy ponies’ fantasies. I understand that the princesses are one of the most common requests they get.”
Luna stumbled, her ears pinned back and eyes wide as she tried to process the revelation. “You mean, even now, somewhere here a stallion may be rutting the form of…” She trailed off, pausing to lean against a wall for support.
“You didn’t know? I thought you knew. It’s not like it’s a secret or anything. Besides, it’s a perfectly normal, and rather healthy way for ponies to express these desires.” She helped the unicorn steady herself on her hooves, pressing close as the two walked out into the main chamber of the lower dungeons.
They paused at the top of the final ramp, looking over over the city sized cavern. Buildings of every kind stretched out to the distant wall, where towering above everything stood a massive copy of the Clocktower that gave the Society its name. Hovering in the air over the center of the cavern, bathing everything in a purplish, flickering light, was the heart of the Society. The burning Fires of Devotion that had long ago saved the world from an eternal winter, and been tended ever since by those ponies willing to surrender themselves to another in the greatest show of devotion possible.
Luna reached out with her magic to give the flame the gentlest touch, feeling its power resonating in her for a moment, calming her, reminding her of just what this place meant, both to herself, and to Equestria. Neigh, to the world. It reminded her of the vaster perspective of things that one must occasionally take, beyond their own insular concerns. She held the link a few more seconds, basking in the warm glow of the Fires before severing the connection.
“I understand. This is simply not something I had considered, though it does make sense. I merely need some time to grow accustomed to this information.” She had already gotten over the initial shock, and the more she thought about it the more she saw both the appeal of doing so, and the benefits being able to could hold. She gave Cadance a coy, or at least her best attempt at coy, look. “Though, knowing that my form is so desirable is a touch flattering.”
“Isn’t it?” Cadance replied with a grin. “Plus kind of sexy to think about.” She looked around quickly, making sure nopony was close enough to hear before moving her head closer to Luna and speaking low enough not to let her voice carry. “I’ve been thinking about arranging for one of the better Cadance impersonators to help me give Shiny a special gift before the wedding.” She closed her eyes, letting out a long, lusty moan. Luna spying the mare’s tail starting to flag out of the corner of her eye. “That would be amazingly hot, getting to watch my special somepony rut a mare that looks just like me!”
Luna sniffed as the scent of her companion’s arousal at the thought reached her. She couldn’t help but smile at the younger mare’s enthusiasm for the idea. “If that is what you wish, I cannot say I do not see the appeal. From my admittedly scant understanding of how stallions behave these days, I am sure he would love the idea.”
Cadance nodded, Luna allowing her be lost in her fantasies for a bit longer while guiding her towards their destination.
Cadance snapped out of her reverie as they approached their destination. “So, did you want to do the whole experience and take a walk through Rape Crescent, or just slip in one of the other entrances?”
“What is the ‘whole experience’? We were not exactly paying close attention to those details-” She paused, her eyes sweeping over the path leading towards Rape Crescent, remembering the state she had been in that night, taking a moment to try and force those memories back with only partial success before continuing. “Nevermind, which would you suggest?”
“I’d recommend going through the whole thing at least once to really get into things and understand what is going on in the zone better. But for tonight, let’s just head in one of the other entrances and keep it simple. Not really here to get caught up in the whole story going on.”
Luna nodded her agreement. She barely listened as Cadance continued on, explaining details about the area they were headed towards. While she had found the ways ponies had managed to craft such elaborate stories around the various zones – the way they created so much variety in fantasy for their time here – incredibly enticing and she wanted to experience every facet of it. That said, such was not her goal for tonight.
Tonight she needed to prove to herself she was fully and truly ready to give herself over to the Society. To surrender herself utterly to the whims and desires of others. To allow her body to be used for their pleasure alone. The thought of doing so, of what the stallions that caught them once they entered The Borderlands might do, brought a small, dull heat to her nethers as she felt her tail starting to lift. She could not deny at all that the prospect excited her, could not deny how much the idea of being claimed, used, of having her body violated over and over, aroused her. Being made so helpless, yet of her own free will, always knowing that beneath the mask and the actions lay care for her and respect for her choice to allow this. Her train of thought turned aside from that as images of three masked ponies stalking towards her arose from a dark corner of her memories that she tried her best to bury. Their voices dripping with disdain, mocking her, taunting her in ways that showed clear their lack of any respect, any care. She closed her eyes tight, forcing the memory away, pushing it back down as she amended her previous thought to apply only to whichever Doms they encountered that were worthy of the title ‘master’.
She looked around, spotting masked and collared ponies everywhere. All of them here for the same purpose, to allow that part of themselves they kept hidden from those outside these walls out. To don a mask of one form or another and so find the freedom to be who they wished.
The crowded throng of ponies eager to begin their nightly fun thinned out as more and more made their way towards whichever location within these dungeons they wished to enjoy themselves at, yet that still left a rather sizeable amount. And she was nothing more than one of these ponies. She was not special, not unique, she was among them as an equal, willingly surrendering herself to those who wished to use her.
Would so many ponies have opened themselves up to this if they then had to go back to their lives the next day, wondering what those around them thought, if they knew in what ways they enjoyed themselves? She tried to spread her wings, feeling only the phantom sensation of muscles she no longer possessed attempting to comply. For the first time since she had begun assuming this form she found that sensation rather comforting.
Any further musing was cut off as she felt the elbow joint of a wing dig into her ribs. “... Crescent! Equestria to Fading Crescent!” Luna blinked, shaking her head as she turned and gave her companion a small, sheepish smile. “Our apologies, We were lost in thought.”
Cadance gave her a concerned look, the wing that had just gotten her attention spreading out to run gently down the unicorn’s back. “Anything you want to talk about? If you are having second thoughts…”
Luna shook her head again, more forcefully this time, not merely clearing her thoughts, while stomping one hoof lightly on the ground. “Neigh, not second thoughts. At least, not about what we are to do. This is something I do wish to do, that I need to know I can do.”
The wing curled around her barrel in a quick hug as her other one stretched out to point in front of the two mares. “Alright, ‘cause we’re here.”
Before them rose a high wall, at least three lengths tall. Above it, Luna could see the roof of the cavern curving downward, stopping a length or two above the wall. A doorway stood waiting at the end of the path they were on, lacking any gate, or door, or barrier of any kind, serving only as a demarcation of the play area. Large red and orange signs on either side of the passage alerting anypony approaching they were about to enter an area where the normal rules of conduct in the Society were altered. She felt Cadance nuzzle her neck, the pegasus pressing close to her side.
Luna leaned back against her companion, using her magic to gently stroke the other mare’s mane. “I was thinking on what you said earlier, about the Society having benefited from becoming hidden, I believe I understand your point.” She looked back over herself. “Sometimes, it is only when we do not have to worry what others may think we can truly be ourselves. I wish to be myself tonight, To not fear what others may think of my choices, of my actions. I will not deny being nervous about this as well as excited.” She pulled away from Cadance, not far, merely enough to make clear she was ready to move on. “Thank you for helping me reach this point, and for coming along tonight.”
Cadance stepped back as well, nodding in acceptance of what was said. “You are quite welcome. You’ve come so far so quickly, I am very proud of you. Just remember, I will be right with you the whole time. You don’t need to push yourself any further than you want to. If things get to be too much, we can stop. But other then that, simply enjoy yourself.” Cadance trotted on ahead, looking back at Luna and motioning for her to follow.
The unicorn quickly did so, her head held high,an excited grin on her face. As they passed the stone entryway, her PipSub vibrated, letting out a quick, shrill tone that would be impossible to ignore. At the same moment a illusory screen topped with several different warning symbols appeared in front of her eyes. The first time she had entered this place she had simply brushed it aside, confident she needed no help or guidance to know what she was doing. She had paid for that arrogance. This time she paused, making sure to read the warning presented, despite knowing what they would say.This was not a place she wished to rush herself. Just to be sure, she quickly highlighted the ‘more details’ option on her screen with her gaze, a small effort of will selecting it, changing the brief, bullet pointed list to a more extensive explanation.
WARNING! NOW ENTERING A FREE-TO-USE/SPECIAL RULES ZONE!
FREE-TO-USE: All in play submissives will be treated as if wearing silver studded collars and will be considered to be consenting to be used by any dom who wishes without requiring any direct approval before doing so.
SPECIAL RULES: All in play submissives will be treated as if wearing orange banded collars and will be considered to be consenting to play involving apparent non-consensual use. No verbal, physical, or other signals used to claim a lack of consent will be counted as valid revocations of consent to be used. Revocation of consent will only be held valid through the use of safewords/safety bell.
Traveling beyond this point will be taken as a clear and explicit sign of consent that you agree to these conditions and to be treated accordingly. As always, Safeword and Safety Bell usage will override all other rules or conditions of play.
Have fun!
Once Luna had read through the warning she stepped the rest of the way through the arch to where Cadance waited patiently, the illusionary display flickering away once Luna had moved a few steps from the entrance. The anticipation of those steps, knowing what they meant, knowing that she could now at any moment be attacked, taken, used, made her struggle not to prance as the two began to head down the empty street. Her excitement compelled her to say something about this affair. Grinning, she looked at an equally excited Cadance. “And now the fun begins.”
“Oh yes,” her companion replied with a voice full of lusty promise.
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.”
Author's Note
A quick thank you to everyone enjoying this story, I'm glad you all like it so much. Now to get to what you've all been waiting for. But first, a bit of awesome Mani-Art of our intrepid heroines as they look now.
Also quick thank you to Silent Whisper for her help on editing this chapter. Now on with the consensual debauchery!
Caught
It took Luna a fraction of a second to assess the situation for herself, to take everything into consideration before forming a plan. Three targets; the unicorn and earth pony were unlikely to be much of a challenge on their own, unless the unicorn could throw something very unexpected at her. The issue was the griffon and dealing with him before he could injure Cadance. He had to be her first strike, even if that might leave her open for whatever spell the unicorn has holding ready. A quick pull of telekinesis to rip his talons from Cadance's throat followed by a stronger blast of pure force to knock him away. If she moved fast enough he would be highly unlikely to do more then deliver some shallow surface cuts to her companion’s neck. More than she would wish for, but the alternatives would all be worse.
She focused on his talons, ready to grab them in her magic. With a sudden sense of elation, she noticed the grave tactical error he had made, followed quickly by confusion. Though his talon was pressed firmly against Cadance’s flesh, the claws wrapped around her throat were resting on top of her collar, in no position to dig in, and the one actually threatening talon was positioned far too high to be any true threat. Instead it was being pushed against the soft tissue along the underside of her jaw, far from any vital parts. Even if he were to sink his claw into the root, it wouldn’t be life threatening. It would be painful and extremely messy, but nothing that could not be easily and quickly healed with the proper care. Not that she had any intent of allowing that to happen.
But she hesitated a moment as the puzzlement took over. This was sloppy, very sloppy. No griffon would make a mistake that obvious, not unless they were an absolute novice at hunting, which this one did not seem to be. So why…?
Reality crashed down on her mind, causing the magic she’d been holding ready to release harmlessly back to the aether. She took a step back, fear and guilt evident in her expression.
The griffon grew even more smug as he watched her seemingly back down. “Good, a very smart move. There is no reason for us to make this any harder on either of you then you force us to. Especially when it comes to this delicious morsel.” He brought up his other claw, running the back of one talon lightly over Cadance’s face, the pegasus cringing back as far as she could with his hold on her neck.
Luna meekly bowed her head, her thoughts turning inward as she struggled to keep her breathing steady, trying to follow the techniques Starsong and Cadance had showed her for controlling her emotions. We almost attacked them, lashed out without thinking, got lost in the moment, forgot this was all merely an act. We lost control, nearly made another mistake that would have hurt innocents. Shame and guilt welled up, threatening to overwhelm her. She looked up, ready to simply call a stop to all this, admit this was a mistake and depart. Her lips and tongue already forming the start of the initial ‘T’ when she saw Cadance’s face. Even through the altered features she could read the younger alicorn readily. She could see the excitement behind the mask of fear, but also the first hints of concern as she looked at the silent unicorn.
Her voice froze in her throat, leaving the safeword unsaid. No, she would not run, she would not flee, would not throw away all that her friends had done to aid her and help her get this far. But she still fought to rein in the guilt at her near mistake. Then do not hide it, do not ignore it. Use it. It was Luna that nearly made the mistake. Fading Crescent has a whole different reason to feel guilty, ashamed. He eyes sparkled, and her expression gained a small hint of a smile as she quickly let herself slip into the correct mindset and enveloped herself in the role of a failed protector. She allowed her guilt at her potential acts to be shaped into guilt at her failure, hoping Cadance would be quick to pick up on her idea.
She let out a small, plaintive whimper, letting her lower lip tremble as she looked up at the majestic griffon. “Please, don’t hurt her! Take me instead!” Her eyes darted to the other mare. “I’m sorry m’lady, this one has failed to protect you.” She lowered her head, meekly waiting for the response.
The first she heard was a rumbling chuckle from the griffon. “Heh, at least the little slave knows her place, and the magnitude of her failure. To allow such a prize to fall into our claws, and calling you m’lady?” She heard the gentle rattle of metal on metal, just the faintest hint. “Well now, this is a symbol I recognize. Seems we caught us a slave with some rather important owners. Of course such a treasure would belong to royalty. We will have to give you the attention and care such a prize deserves.” She heard Cadance make a soft sound of disgust that failed to be fully convincing. “No, no. You don’t get how this works, little slave. You both belong to us now. But please, continue begging, it makes this all so much more fun. Wood! Nova! Let’s give these two a taste of their new lives before bringing them back to the pens. Get them set up.”
The unicorn that had been waiting behind Luna moved quickly. She felt a ring slide around her horn, having to fight back her instinctive urge to rip it off. Once it was in place, she did allow a small trace of magic to rise up her horn, testing the suppressor. She winced at the expected feedback, though it was far lighter than she thought it would be. A few more small pulses confirmed that this was an extremely low quality, or even defective, suppressor. Nearly any unicorn would be able to overwhelm it and force it off with just their own magic, suffering just the mildest amount of feedback and pain for their effort. She was too focused on that to pay attention to what else the unicorn – of the two names, she suspect Nova would be his – was doing until she felt her hind legs pushed apart as he latched a spreader bar between her hoof-wraps.
As her dock was wrapped and leashed to her collar, she looked up. Cadance was in much the same condition;, the earth pony she suspected was Wood having just finished securing her own spreader bar, while the griffon finished fastening bindings around her wings. The kind that allowed just enough limited movement to prevent the joints from locking up or sores from developing due to the wing being held in place for too long, without allowing any true use of them.
As her dock was wrapped, Cadance turned her head up toward the griffon. Luna could just barely see a hint of tears forming in her eyes. “Please, don’t do this. My Master will pay you, I’m sure he will.”
The griffon took a step back, his wings spreading out. Luna noticed for the first time he had a coiled whip tucked under one of them. “Oh, I’m sure he will; who wouldn’t for such a lovely prize? Perhaps your Mistress could even be convinced to help pay off some of that price.” He leered at her, his tongue dancing around the edge of his beak. “But not till we’ve had our fun and gotten enough out of you to make this chase worthwhile.”
Luna remained silent, not sure how to interject herself. The griffon turned on her, stalking over, one claw roughly grabbing the underside of her muzzle and yanking her head up to look at him. “Now, as for this little fresh peice of fuck-meat. I doubt anypony would care enough to try and trade for her. Not after she failed her duty to protect such a precious cargo.”
Luna pinned her ears back, whimpering, giving the griffon a pleading look. “Please, don’t hurt us, don’t… don’t do this, not to her, she doesn’t deserve this. T-Take me, make me pay for my failings. But not her.” She couldn’t force tears into her eyes to add to the effect, but did let out another shuddering sigh, though one due more to the growing heat between her legs. Abasing herself before this powerful male, being bound, helpless, seen as nothing but a vessel for him to take his pleasure from, it was just as intense and arousing as she had remembered, knowing there was nothing short of using a safeword that would stop them from ravishing her body.
“Fading, this isn’t your fault! Don’t blame yourself!” she heard Cadance call out, reassuring her failed escort. “Don’t give into these monster! Don’t let them break you!” Cadance’s voice was full of defiance, strong, sure, yet she could still hear the notes of excitement hiding behind it. Luna could tell her niece was enjoying this as much as she herself was. The griffon gave Luna’s head a hard shove to the side as he let go, stalking over to the seemingly less submissive mare. His foreclaw lashed out, nearly too fast for Luna to follow, a sharp, meaty ‘thwack’ echoing through the alley, followed almost instantly by Cadance’s pained gasp. As the griffon stepped aside Luna could see a dark, red mark standing out from the lighter color of her flank.
“Neither of you is in any position to demand anything. You are my property now, and I share my property with all my loyal followers.” Both of the stallions grinned at the bound mares. Luna could see the shadows of their shafts starting to grow beneath them, causing her to swallow hard so as to avoid letting out a needy little moan. “Soon enough the two of you will learn your place, learn what you are, and learn to obey. We have yet to meet a mare that hasn’t broken. But we will start with some nice, simple orders for you to obey before we start having fun. Test your safety bells.”
Luna didn’t even think about it; her tail twitched once, a silvery ring filling the alley, joined a second later by an identical sound from Cadance’s bell.
“Good. See how easy that was? Though I hope the two of you do not make this too easy.” He let out a rumbling half-squawking sound that Luna realized was laughter. “Wood and Nova, show our new special prize that no slave, even one as elegant as her, is above becoming a fuck toy for us, while I give our newest little cum-dump her first taste of the rest of her life.”
The two stallions both gave eager nods, snapping off quick mock salutes as they moved in on the bound pegasus. Cadance tried to shy away from them, but the bar holding her rear legs spread made it hard for her to move much and they quickly grabbed her, the unicorn in front and the earth pony behind.
Cadance looked up at Nova, fear filling her expression as she let out a low whine. “Please... don’t. My-My master will, he’ll not like this, he’ll make you pay if you hurt me!”
Wood let out a loud, rough bark of laughter, slapping his hoof hard across the mare’s rump, causing her to jump and shriek. “He can try, but he ain’t here right now. We are.”
Luna was too caught up in watching what was about to happen to Cadance to pay attention to the griffon. She was caught by surprise when his claw grabbed the back of her mane, shoving her head downwards, the push abating just enough right before her jaw hit the ground to blunt the blow slightly, though she still landed hard enough to rattle her slightly. His claw pressed down, holding her in place, her bindings keeping her rear legs straight. She felt him move above her, her eyes rolling back to try and see what he was doing, unable to catch more than a hint of auburn feathers.
She let out a startled gasp as something hard and pointed probed her marehood, grinding lightly along her slit. She heard her assailant let out a short, quiet ‘mmmmm’ before he spoke. “Already so wet, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think this little slut was eager to be claimed.”
She shook her head as best she could in his grip. “N-No... please, no… not like this!” She shouted, trying to move her hips, to get her exposed breeding hole away from the rigid griffon cock threatening to impale it.
“There we go, put up all the fight you want, I can tell deep down, you are nothing but a worthless little whore and you know it. It won’t take you long till you are begging to be used again and again.” His free claw reached back, wrapping around the base of her tail just above her dock binding and pulling hard, holding her rump in place. “But don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. I want you to be able to focus on what’s happening to your little friend before truly rutting you into the ground.”
A muffled gasp drew her attention to the other three ponies. Both stallions had mounted Cadance, one on each end, the glow of magic around her jaw showing the unicorn had just forced her mouth open and was holding it there while he forced his cock into it. Luna was unable to look away as enough thick, rigid stallion flesh slid between her lips that it had to be driving down her throat. Looking to the stallion about to claim Cadance from behind, her eyes went wide. Wood was sliding a positively massive stallionhood between the pegasus’ legs, grinding it along her slit. Luna had seen minotaurs that would be envious of such an impressive breeding spear. Cadance appeared to be trying to fight, straining her head and neck to try and pull back off the cock impaling her throat, her rear flinching away from the thick rod making ready to split her wide. Her bound wings fluttering futilely as she struggled to escape. Cadance’s muffled whimpers and whines perfectly matched the tears Luna could see trickling from her one visible eye. Only the fact her safety bell was not ringing, despite her tail flicking back and forth, gave any sign she was not being ravished against her will.
The claw holding Luna tugged on her mane, yanking hard enough that she swore she felt a few hairs pulled out, lifting her head up slightly as her own captor's beak clicked near her ear. “That’s right, I want you to watch, watch what you caused. If not for trying to protect you, the magnificent little mare could have flown away, escaped. But because of you, she is about to have her perfect little body turned into nothing but a hole for my friend’s rather significant rape post.”
As he spoke, Luna felt the hard, pointed tip of his own shaft press tighter, parting her folds. She bit her lip, trying not to moan at the feeling, at being so helpless, being denigrated, shoved on the ground. His words brought just a hint of tears to her eyes, making her feel just as worthless and guilty as he meant to. She managed to turn it into a whimper that could have been either fear or pleasure, which earned her a small thrust from the griffon, his tapered cock starting to truly spread her open as he ever so slowly claimed her. “Now watch,” he ordered.
At a nod from the other stallion, the unicorn slid back out of Cadance’s mouth. The pegasus instantly spit in disgust before coughing lightly, only to shriek as she felt Wood’s wood press against her cunt. She looked over her shoulder, fear radiating from her features. “No... no please! Please! Don’t! DooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHH!” She trailed off in a long, wailing cry of pain as the stallion drove his hips forward, spreading her on his cock, forcing her tender folds to stretch to their limit as he drove into her over and over, forcing inch after massive inch into her breeding tunnel as she cried out. Tears flowed freely down her face, her entire body shuddering with each thrust. By the time Luna heard his dangling balls slap against her body as Wood hilted, she was amazed that she did not see some sort of bulge standing out from her companions stomach.
She saw the overly endowed assailant lean over, saying something to Cadance she could not make out, any guessing cut short as her head was yanked around to stare at the leering face of the griffon. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn with our best bitch breaker once I’m through with you. Don’t pretend you aren’t excited, your tight little fuck hole is positively gushing over my cock.” His beak snapped closed right in front of her muzzle, close enough to feel the tip brush against her. “I think it’s time I plugged it.” He shoved her face back onto the ground, putting more weight onto her head to hold her down as he used the leverage of that and his grip on her tail to drive his own shaft into it’s new sheath. The long, feline cock quickly widened as he drilled deeper and deeper, making Luna whine and pant as her marehood was forcibly spread further and further. When he finally took her to the hilt of his cock, she could no longer hold back the long, lusty moan of a slut being given exactly what she craved.
“That’s what I thought; I knew a little slut like you couldn’t hold out long before she was moaning like the whore she is.” He rocked his hips, Luna feeling the thick shaft grinding along her walls, the rigid breeding spear feeling incredibly rough. “You enjoy that? Just wait, we’ll see just how much this little slut enjoys being a griffon’s bitch.”
Luna’s eyes widened as she realized what she was feeling, why his shaft felt so rough. His entire cock was studded with small spines that would rise up off his flesh when properly stimulated, angling backwards. She barely had time to brace herself before he pulled back out of her, the motion slow and steady. The tiny spines dug into her tender walls, too soft to truly damage her. For now. Yet they were enough that the sensation overwhelmed her, landing directly on the threshold between pleasure and pain. She clenched her jaw shut, her body tensing. She could feel the pressure building in her chest, rising into her throat. A long, lusty, muffled whimpering sound escaping her tightly clamped lips.
“Go on, slut,” the griffon told her calmly. “I can feel it, hear it. I know how much your body is enjoying this. Don’t hold back. Let everyone here know what you truly are.”
His words and tone were dominating, in control, making clear he was in charge, yet he still sounded understanding, almost encouraging. She couldn’t hold back; opening her mouth, she let the deep, primal scream she had been holding back rip its way out of her throat. The wordless shout echoed from the walls of the alley, only trailing off as her lungs emptied of air, leaving her gasping for breath, panting heavily but able to forestall any further screaming.
As soon as she sucked down her first breath after the scream the griffon slammed back into her, his hips moving in small, slow motions. The spined cock almost massaging her foal-hole, making her let out low, needy moans. His talons yanked her mane. “There we go. Let it out. I knew you were nothing but a little cock-slut the moment I saw you, one eager to be used as the worthless cum-dump she was made to be. Now, keep watching, you still need to see what your insatiable lust has done to your precious companion.”
All three had turned to stare at Luna when she had screamed, the stallions smirking, Cadance grinning broadly. She gave her aunt a quick wink before the ponies violating her body got back to work. The overly endowed stallion started to pump his log of a cock into her stretched hole, causing Cadance to moan once more. Her whimpers at the abuse were cut off, however, as the unicorn’s magic forced her mouth open again and the stallion quickly shoved his cock into her throat up to the hilt . The two of them resumed their work on their new fuck-toy with no regard for anything but pleasing themselves.
The earth pony ravishing Cadance’s cunt worked in slow, powerful strokes. Luna started to salivate as she watched inch after endless inch of the majestic organ slide out of its new sheathe, only to slam back in. The unicorn, meanwhile, was being far rougher, hammering his hips hard enough Luna could hear the slap of his balls on Cadance’s chin as he facefucked her.
As this went on, her own rapist kept up his almost gentle motions just enough stimulation to keep her excited, eager, ready for more, yet not enough to start building up any true pleasure, an endless tease as she was forced to see a mare she cared for spit-roasted by random stallions. The griffon occasionally ran his beak along her neck, nipping just hard enough to be felt but not to leave any marks. “Every thrust, every heavy slam of a cock forcing its way into her body, every moment of pain as she’s rutted against her will. All of it is because you were to much of a worthless, needy slut to stay away. Because deep down, you wanted this. Wanted to be made into nothing but a pathetic little cocksleeve for any male with a need to pump a load of jizz into something. Isn’t that right, whore?” The whole time he kept up that almost casual tone, as if they were discussing little of more importance than the weather schedule.
Luna could barely think. Everything he was saying, it was all true. Deep down she knew Cadance was just as eager for this as she was. However, that was meaningless. Cadance was only here because of her, because she had wanted this, wanted exactly what the griffon was giving her, to be made into nothing but a collection of fuck-holes. Nothing but a vessel for others to take their pleasure from, to be reduced to nothing and know she deserved it. She nodded as best she could in his grip, whimpering out her agreement.
“Good. Now, keep watching. If I know Nova, any time n-” He cut off as the unicorn gave a loud shout.
The stallion held Cadance’s head down and in place with one hoof; the other was wrapped around her muzzle. His frantic rutting slowed to quick, hard thrusts. “That’s it.. Take it.. Get ready, take every... last… drop... like a good… cum-slut!” One final thrust and he moaned louder then before, Luna able to see the base of his cock throb as he shot his first load of jizz deep into the bound mare’s throat. After a few more waves he pulled out, his seed flowing directly into her mouth, his hoof holding her mouth closed as Luna watched her cheeks plump out.
Finally spent Nova pulled all the way out, his magic wrapping around Cadance’s muzzle and making sure it stayed shut as he glared down at her. “Swallow every drop like the little cum-whore you are, bitch!”
The stallion still rutting her rear looked up, an expression of shock on his face. Luna was so intent on the sight, and on the odd reaction, that she didn’t notice the griffon let go of her, or feel his moving atop her. She was, therefore, caught by surprise when he flicked out the whip she had seen curled under one wing, cracking it directly in front of the unicorn’s face, making him flinch back hard. breaking his concentration, causing the glow around Cadance’s muzzle to disperse.
The sound and sudden removal of the magic holding her mouth shut made Cadance gasp, a few remnants of the load she’d been working on swallowing splattering on the ground below.
The griffon growled, his tone lacking the gentile quality it had held from the start, his voice now deeper, harsher.. “Nova, that is not how we treat a mare such as her. She is our slave, ours to use as we please, yes, but such a prize is to be given the care an elegant beauty such as she requires.” Luna felt his claws wrap back around her neck, one of his claws lightly tracing along her collar. “Not like this pathetic whore, only good for milking cocks dry.”
Luna blinked, her lips forming a small ‘o’ as she realized what he was talking about. His claw was tracing over where she knew the purple band was imprinted on her collar, a band that was missing from her companion’s. She turned her head, looking up at the griffon still mounting her as he glared fiercely at his minion. This was already exceeding her greatest desires for what she had hoped to happen tonight, and she understood why Cadance had been so insistent on reaching this particular gang's territory.
“Sorry, Gregor,” the unicorn said, backing away from Cadance and giving his leader an apologetic look.
“It’s not me you need to apologize to. But we can save that for later if she doesn’t mind.” The griffon replied as he recoiled his whip.
Cadance shook her head. “It’s alright. Mistakes happen. I’m not upset. But thank you.” She did her best to keep her voice level, the same calm, sweet, tender tone as always. But the clipped, fragmented way she spoke between quick breaths, and the slight hint of strain to her words, served as a reminder she was still being stretch nearly as wide as her marehood could handle.
“Very well. We shall discuss this more later, if you wish.” The griffon’s claw grabbed Luna’s shoulder, holding tight as he used her for leverage to start grinding harder into her marehood, quickly returning her attention to her own ongoing ‘rape’. “Wood? Do not forget the rules for your end either.”
The stallion nodded, spreading his legs a bit wider as he started to rut the bound, cum splattered mare harder, the lack of a cock muffling her allowing her moans at the heavy shaft plowing her body to be heard. It took a few moments before she seemed to remember what was supposed to be going on, choking off a moan mid breath as she looked back at the stallion. “Please.. Ahhhh... N-no more! T-too big… it hurts! Please stop… sto-ohhhhhhhhhh” She whimpered, whined, pleaded, unable to fully hide the moans and shudders of pleasure running up her body.
Luna was unable to look away, even without Gregor forcing her to watch. Cadance’s protests trailed off as her body went rigid, her wings staining at their bindings. With a rather quiet whinny from the pegasus, Luna watched as Cadance’s climax overtook her, her hips slamming back against the shaft breeding her, her bound wings twitching, every heavy breath coming out in a lusty, needy moan that Luna did not think any living being would fail to be aroused by. Then it trailed off in a needy, plaintive whine. Luna quickly looked away from the ecstasy and passion on Cadance’s face to see the stallion had fully pulled out of her body and was climbing down, his cock still rigid, his flare starting to visibly fill out, and not a trace of a spent load to be seen.
He was clearly on the edge of climax, his cock throbbing with the need for release as he quickly made his way to Luna, the mare-breaker between his legs swinging back and forth, pre dripping from the tip in a near steady stream. She felt claws on her muzzle, pressing the flat of themselves to the back of her jaw, right between her teeth, forcing her mouth open. Luna could not protest, not that was she sure she wanted to, but still felt a pang of fear as her head was forced down and Wood reared back, mounting her from the front and slamming his massive stallionhood into her open maw, the thick flesh forcing her to stretch her jaw and lips to the point she swore another hair’s width would dislocated or tear something. She whimpered, her eyes wide in fear and tail ready to ring her bell if he tried to shove that gargantuan thing fully down her throat. As much as she would enjoy the challenge normally, under the circumstances she was not sure she could safely handle this.
Her worry proved for naught as she was only forced to take less than a hoof-length more, enough to fill her mouth, but not to invade her throat or block her windpipe. The stallion wrapped a hoof as best he could around his girthy cock, stroking it rapidly. His hips worked to pump the massive shaft between her lips. Unable to resist, Luna let her tongue dance across the magnificent sample of stallion-meat. She letout a muffled moan at the taste, both of his own flesh, and the sweet, delectable fluids still coating it. It took only a few strokes before the flare pushed out more, fully blocking her mouth. She knew what was about to happen, preparing herself to ensure she did not choke on –.
All other thoughts were wiped away as the first massive torrent of his jizz erupted, pumping right down her throat. Luna fought to swallow as much as she could, trying to gulp it all down, swearing she could feel some of it rushing up to leak from her nostrils as more and more thick, potent seed was forced into her. After a few waves of seed he pulled out, one last rope of jizz filling her mouth, the next few splattering across her face, marking her as the cum-dump she was to be from now on.
No sooner did Wood move away, leaving her to gasp and try to clear her airways of his seed then she let out a loud scream, Gregor fucking her in earnest. He slammed her head back down to the ground as his hips pistoned into her dripping fuck-hole. The spines dug in, raking across her sensitive flesh, causing her to try to scream and moan at once. The closer he got to climax, the further the spines swelled, an evolutionary trick that served to keep his mates from easily escaping without injuring themselve by pulling away quickly.
She felt him lean down, growling in her ear, panting lightly, just loud enough for her to hear. “Do you know why he did that? Because a slave as valuable as the one you brought us is a rare find, and will make an excellent personal brood-mare to give me a fine young chick. Every day the cock making you moan will rut her, over and over, keeping her womb filled with my seed, until I’m sure she’s got a hippogriff growing in there. After that? She learns even a high quality slave is still just a slave, existing in the end to service her betters. She’ll be staked out in the center of our camp and used by every single stallion.”
Luna could feel her tail lashing back and forth, the bell remaining silent. If she had her wings still she knew they would be standing rigidly above her back. She could make no reply, simply whimper and cry out in pained bliss as he took her, claimed her, made her into nothing but his personal cock-sleeve, a worthless slave that existed only for him to take his pleasure from before passing her to others.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re somewhere you can have a good view of that. Where you can see just how far your need to have your worthless cunt filled has made her fall. Maybe I’ll have you tied right next to her, forced to clean every single cock that ruts her.”
It was to much for Luna, the degradation, the shame, the guilt, the feeling of his spined shaft ravishing her aching breeding hole. She came. Her body wracked with waves of pleasure as she cried out over and over, only to redouble her needy, lusty screams as she felt his hot, thick griffon seed flood her body. His own screeches mingled with hers to fill the alley with a symphony of pleasure.
Luna had no idea how long that bliss lasted, or how long it was afterwards till she became aware of her surroundings again. She knew it was the feel of his cock pulling free of her filled cunt that brought her around. The spines had retracted after his climax, but were still rigid enough to make her hiss as they slid along her sensitive flesh.
“Not bad,” she heard her breeder say as he took hold of her hips. “If you manage to pop out a chick from that you just might be treated as something other than a cum-dump. But for now...”
A shadow fell over her, Wood taking hold of her shoulders. The two of them flipped her onto her back and spun her around, Gregor’s claw holding her head up so she could look between her still spread and bound hindlegs. “You still have two eager masters to service.”
Nova approached, his horn glowing. Cadance followed along behind him, led by a leash, her own spreader bar removed to let her walk, though she was clearly fighting against her leash, or at least putting up just enough of a fight to look like she was, without actually breaking free. Luna watched, uncertain what they had planned as Cadance was pulled closer and closer.
“But first.” Gregor continued as Cadance was led right in front of, or in this position behind, the prone unicorn, “we need to get the cum-dump nice and clean.” Cadance was forced to kneel down, her head less than half a hoof-length from Luna’s cum oozing slit, His other foreclaw reached out, wrapping around the back of Cadance’s head and started to push the struggling mare's muzzle down.
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.
“... Towertop.”
The word hit Luna like a bucket of ice water, snapping her out of her submissive daze and washing away the feelings of joyous helplessness. She shook her head, blinking quickly to try and get herself fully back to reality and focused, part of her mind instinctively evaluating the situation.
Cadance hadn’t sound upset or scared, there was no sign of distress or injury. Calling a Towertop was almost certainly done merely to signal a clear cut end to the session, nothing more. Knowing there was little reason to worry she started to feel a bit of irritation, at Cadance having cut off the fun so quickly.
A tug on her tail drew her attention back to herself, Wood had turned around and was removing the dock binding, while still pressing close to Luna and helping support her. Before she could swish her now freed tail, the tingling sensation of somepony’s magic wrapped around her horn, Nova quickly sliding the suppressor off of it. She gave both stallions appreciative nods, lighting up her horn, enjoying the ability to use her magic without even the mild impairment the suppressor had imposed upon her. By the time she returned her attention to Cadance, Gregor had already freed the pegasus from her own restraints.
The two turned and made their way over to the rest of the small group, Cadance going right to Luna and wrapping her in a wing hug while Gregor stood off to the side, waiting for the mares to sort things out.
Pulling back from the hug, Cadance beamed at Luna. “I’d ask if you enjoyed yourself, but that seems obvious.” She leaned her head in and nuzzled Luna’s neck.
Luna snorted, the irritation she’d felt towards Cadance stopping things evaporating under the mare’s affectionate touches, actions that Luna had to assume were calculated to do just that, at least in part, “Yes, though we would have liked to have continued.”
Cadance pulled back, kissing Luna on the forehead while running a wing gently down her neck. “I know, but you looked like you were more than a little out of it and I didn’t want to take chances or have you pushing yourself too far too fast.”
The unicorn sighed, leaning into the gentle wing strokes. Part of Luna still wanted to be annoyed at Cadance for stopping things, and for the way she seemed to be treating Luna like a foal at the moment. The greater part, however, was to glad for the support, and the gentle, almost motherly care. She knew Cadance had her best interests at heart. “You are likely right, as usual.”
“Now, no getting down, we’ll just toss on our aftercare robes, head out of here to an aftercare room and get you taken care of, then… well I’m not sure, but we’ll think of something.” Cadance stepped back, turning to Gregor. The griffon had been waiting patiently, watching the mares interactions with a small grin on his beak. “As for you, this was incredibly fun and even hotter than I’d hoped. Thank you.”
The Griffon gave her a low bow, sweeping one wing in front of his chest as he did so. “I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves and thank you both for doing this as well.” He lifted himself back up, looking between the two mares. “Do either of you need anything else? I can accompany you to the aftercare room, or have somepony else do so if you wish.”
Luna felt her eyes slide mostly closed, letting herself drift off into the afterglow of her session with the three while Cadance dealt with things. She nuzzled Wood’s neck as the other two talked, grateful for his solid, tender presence at her side. Her legs felt sturdy enough to support herself by then, but she still appreciated the thought.
Cadance shook her head as she moved to the other side of Luna, Wood taking a step to the side as Cadance took over supporting the unicorn. “That won’t be necessary, but thank you for the offer. I’ll make sure Fading is taken care of, and if I need any extra care after that, I have somewhere I can go to get it.”
Gregor’s eye’s widened for a moment before narrowing, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I see, and excuse me for being presumptuous, but I do have one more small thing I’d like to talk to you about, assuming I am correct in my assumption you are a Den Mother.”
Luna forced the gentle fog back from her mind, intrigued at where this might be going. She caught Cadance nodding out of the corner of her eye, keeping her gaze focused on the griffon.
“Ah good,” he started, taking a few steps closer to the mares, “I’ve been meaning to get in touch with one of you for a while now. It’s nothing major, but I was wondering if you’d relay my wish to speak to your Alpha Mother, whenever it is convenient for her, of course.”
“I can do that, though it might help if I could tell her what this is about.” Cadance replied, her tone gentle, even, more professional than normal. Luna could feel Cadance straighten up, recognizing the signs of Cadance considering herself ‘on the job’.
“Of course.. As you heard, we have a rather permanent camp set up not too far from here, it’s nothing all that major, rarely more than a dozen or so subs at a time are ‘imprisoned’ there, but it does seem to be growing. Anyway, while it hasn’t been too large an issue yet, I would feel more comfortable if there were facilities closer by to take care of them, or for my gang members if they needed some care as well. We have set up a space that’s treated as a kind of unofficial green zone for ponies that just need a break without wanting to walk all the way out of the zone, but it’s a poor substitute for having official safe rooms, complete with Den Mother support, nearby.” Gregor rather awkwardly pawed at the concrete with one foreclaw as he talked. “I hate to bring up business like this right now, but this is an opportunity too good to pass up. I hope you understand.”
Luna let her attention wander as the two talked. The discussion was interesting enough, and she could appreciate the thought behind Gregor’s proposal, but she wanted to enjoy the remaining moments of the blissful afterglow while she could, so let her mind wander rather than force herself to think through the mental haze.
Cadance remained silent for a while, doubtlessly contemplating the idea. Luna turned her head away from the mare and saw Wood standing just behind her, looking relaxed as he waited patiently for his boss to finish his talk. She flicked her tail over, lightly brushing it along his flank. As he looked at her, she gave him a wide smile and winked, causing the large stallion to blush slightly. Just behind him she could see Nova, one hoof impatiently tapping on the ground as he waited.
“I can certainly appreciate the idea, but I can see some potential issues with implementing it, though nothing that would make it impossible.” Cadance finally replied. “I’ll let Starsong know about it the next time I see her. I’m sure she’ll at least want to come talk to you about it to work things out. I can’t make any promises, but it seems like something worth looking into at least.”
He gave her another, smaller bow. “Then I thank you again. As lovely as meeting the two of you has been, I think we’ve taken up enough of your time for the evening. Though I do hope we get the chance to meet again soon.”
“Ohh-,” Luna tried to reply, finding her throat dry and rather sore from the screaming she’d done earlier, making her cough as she started to get the words out. “Ahem.. sorry, you may be confident that shall happen, I most assuredly wish to see this camp of yours.”
Gregor grinned wider at that. “Very glad to hear that, we’ll eagerly await your return. If you want to get there without the hassle of dodging other groups or finding one of our patrols, just pop into one of the entry taverns and say you are looking for ‘The Talons’. We usually have a pony or two stationed at them to take returning slaves right to the camp quickly. ‘Til then, I wish you fine ladies a good evening.” The griffon turned, heading off down the alley.
As he reached Nova, the griffon cleared his throat and nodded towards the two mares behind them. He kept his gaze focused on the stallion, leaving Luna unable to see his expression. After a moment Gregor moved on, walking past Nova, who quickly looked up at Luna and Cadance and sighed. “Sorry about, you know, if I went too far earlier. With the whole purple band type stuff. Kind of got lost in the moment.” He didn’t sound like a pony being forced to apologize, though neither did it come off to Luna as something he truly felt any remorse for on a personal level either. It was more like somepony simple being polite as a matter of form rather than out of a true urge to do so.
Cadance either read more into it, or simply did not wish to make a scene, as she turned and gave the apologetic stallion a quick smile and shook her head. “It’s fine, I’ve seen way worse happen from ponies being lost in the moment. You stopped when asked to, that’s what matters.”
Nova nodded before quickly moving into place following behind Gregor, Wood lingered however. He took a few steps to follow before turning back to the mares, his eyes lingering on Cadance. His expression made clear there was something he wanted to say, but was feeling hesitant about it for some reason.
Cadance solved the dilemma for him, turning around to face him directly. “Was there something else?”
The stallion nodded, a deep blush creeping over his cheeks. “You um, ya really are a Den Mother?”
Cadance nodded, her voice keeping its gentle, reassuring tone. “Yes, I am. Did you need some help? If you need a bit of aftercare, you are more then welcome to join us.”
“Oh, no, no it’s not that but, umm, thanks fer that. Ah just, wanted ta, well umm, to say thank you. Fer e’erything. Ah, well, ah know how much y’all do ta help ponies and ah’m very glad for it.” One forehoof brushed awkwardly along the ground, kicking at tiny pebbles. “Ah might have needed that help a few times mahself.”
“Ohhh, that’s so sweet, but helping members out is just what we do.” Cadance moved over to the blushing stallion, wrapping her wings and one leg around him in a tight hug, one that he quickly returned.
Luna felt her grin reach as far across her muzzle as it could as she watched the two. She more then understood just how grateful a pony could be for the aid ponies like Cadance and Starsong provided, and she felt overjoyed at seeing other ponies acknowledging the hard work they and the other Den Mothers put into helping others simply out of a desire to do so.
Cadance held him for several seconds before breaking the embrace. She gave him a quick kiss on the nose and patted him on the cheek with her wing. “But it still means a lot to hear that, thank you. Now go have fun.”
“Yes ma’am,” He grinned like a foal that had just gotten a treat, then turned around and cantered after the other two.
Cadance turned back to Luna, “Now, time for us to head out as well.” She lifted her foreleg, looking down at the PipSub attached to her hoof band. “Shine, aftercare robe please.” There was an acknowledging beep from the device before a pattern of green lines and runes spread over the pegasus. After a quick flash of light as the spell activated she was covered in a fluffy pink robe.
Luna shook her head, dispelling most of what remained of the peaceful reverie she’d let herself slip into while everything else was going on, lifting up her own PipSub. “Artemis, aftercare robe.” A few moments later she felt her own dark blue robe appear around her, already perfectly in place. She let out a long sigh as the soft, warm garment enveloped her, the enchantments on it making the robe as comfortable and soothing as possible. As she settled in, Cadance moved next to her and stretched a wing over her back, as Luna allowed herself to be led out of the alley.
The alleyway suddenly felt empty, quiet, an almost oppressive blanket of calm after the last hour or so of panting, moaning, screaming, and other assorted sounds that had filled it. “Shine? I take it that is not your PipSub’s full designation.” Luna spoke up, as much out of curiosity as to break the sudden silence.
She thought she caught a brief hint of a blush on Cadance’s muzzle before the mare turned enough to hide herself in the hood of her robe. “No, his full name is Love Shine.” She let out an awkward giggle, the wing along her back playfully swatting Luna’s side. “Don’t say anything, I’ve heard more than enough, I named him when I first joined, I was still young, and I’d just started going out with Shiny. It just, doesn’t feel right to change the name after so long.”
Luna suppressed a snicker, more at her companion’s reaction then at what the conversation was about. “Fair enough reason. Perhaps another topic then? Is there a reason you have only the two bands on your collar? I have never noticed you having an aversion to the sort of behavior a purple band signifies. I must admit, I am curious about this after Nova’s little faux paus.”
“Oh, that...” Her wing came up, brushing over the edge of her collar that was just visible under the robe. “No, I really have nothing against that sort of play. It may not be one of my biggest turn ons, but objectification and degradation can be quite fun and can really help get everypony in the mood when done right. Turn left, we can cut down that alley.” Her wing pointed down the street they were about to enter, then swept across to an alley near the start of it.
Luna followed her lead, staying close enough to Cadance to press along her side, finding herself wanting the physical contact. As they made their way towards the alley, two masked stallions stepped out, both of them giving the mares quick nods and moving to the side to allow them to pass by without challenge. Luna gave them a quick smile as she passed.
The longer they walked, the further Luna came down from her ecstatic high from the night’s events, the euphoria that had draped over her senses like a blanket was all but gone, leaving her feeling the soreness it had been masking. Walking was growing harder as her marehood ached from the abuse it had taken, the cum that had felt so good oozing down her legs and crotch as it leaked from her filled fuck holes was starting to dry, turning into a tacky, scaly mess in her coat that pulled and pinched if she moves too quickly. Worst of all was the return of the thoughts, feelings, and guilt she had buried under her ‘Fading Crescent: Failed bodyguard’ persona.
Once they were in the alley Luna gave Cadance a nudge with her hip, “Well? If you like it, why not have the proper band to say such?” A bit of irritation crept into her voice, but she knew Cadance wasn’t the main source of such feelings. Yet her drawing out her stories and leaving Luna waiting was getting to be slightly annoying in it’s own right.
Cadance’s head snapped over to look at Luna, the pegasus’ eyes narrowing with concern, her eyes trailing over Luna she started to speak, “Are y-”
“HEEEEEEEEEEELP!” A screaming mare ran into the far end of the alley, heading right for Cadance and Luna. The disguised princesses deftly jumped to opposite ends of the alley, giving the fleeing, panicked pony a clear space to run.
Just as she passed between them, two masked stallions turned the corner, rushing after their escaping victim. As soon as one of them saw the three ponies he lifted one of his legs, Luna noticing he had one of the metal tubes she had seen earlier strapped to it. Barely taking time to aim he fired, two pellets streaked directly for Luna’s chest.
She responded faster then any normal pony could react, her magic seizing the flimsy balls of liquid two hoof-lengths from her body. She stared at the projectiles, rage building up inside her at the stallion’s disregard for her clearly marked status as ‘not in play’ thanks to her robe. Either that or his complete lack of proper weapon discipline and reckless behavior leading to him accidentally shooting her, she was not sure which would be worse.
“Sorry, so sorry, I didn’t see you had robes on at first…” The stallion started to apologize, trailing off as Luna turned her glare away from the offending pellets and towards their source.
“You reckless, irresponsible buffoon!” She started, her voice dripping with rage and contempt, but keeping it at a level, controlled volume. She crushed the offending spheres in her magic, barely getting any satisfaction from how effortlessly they popped. She hurled the remaining liquid at the side of the nearest building, taking a step towards the now nervous looking stallion. “Using a weapon against a target you are unsure of! Attacking someone you should know there is no reason to!”
“Hey, lady, I said I’m sorry. What more do you want?” He took a few steps back, his companion already having moved to the side, likely seeking to ensure he didn’t get caught up in this.
Before Luna could reply she felt a wing wrap around her body, pressing firmly around her back and sides, hard enough to be felt through the thick robe. Cadance’s muzzle pressed against Luna’s neck, giving her a gentle, soothing nuzzle. “Fading, relax, it was an honest mistake. Nopony got hurt, and even if you hadn’t grabbed them in time, the worst it would have done is made a Tower laundry maid have to work a little harder to get the stain out. Relax, take a deep breath like I taught you.”
Cadance’s touch; her words; the gentle, soothing, motherly tone she spoke them in; the way her voice was at once both comforting, yet also held a note of command; Luna found herself obeying the other alicorn almost without thought. She lowered he head, taking in a long, deep breath, letting it out as a ragged, almost gasping sigh as she realized how she had lost control yet again. She leaned against the mare holding her as she started to shiver. She glanced up at the stallion she had just been berating, “We apologize, we overreacted, again, and lashed out unfairly. Thou admitted thine mistake, we should not have acted in such a manner.” She looked away, burying her face in the folds of Cadance’s robe.
“Hey, like your friend said, no harm no foul. I’ll take better care next time, so ummm, we’re just going to…”
“Go on, I believe your ‘victim’ is waiting right around the corner for you two.” She heard Cadance reply. “Now you three have fun.”
She heard hooves striking the ground, coming closer, passing them by, and then fading into the distance behind them. Luna ignored them, focusing on keeping her breathing controlled, deep regular breaths, controlled, non gasping exhales, trying to force her body to stop shivering, to regain control of herself. Only as the hooffalls passed beyond her hearing did she lift her head, finding herself staring directly into Cadance’s concerned eyes.
“Post session shakes? Endorphin withdrawal can hit you hard when you’re not used to it.” Her voice lacked any hint of recrimination, any specter of the chastisement Luna would have expect to receive for such a failing. Instead, her tone was caring, concerned, even understanding.
“Aye.” Luna nodded, not quite trusting herself to say more at the moment.
“But, there is something else too, something else bothering you.”
It was a statement, not a question, Luna briefly both cursing, and being glad for how easily Cadance could read her. “Aye.”
“Do you want to talk about?”
“Neigh, not, not now, not here.”
“Are you alright to keep going like this? Or should we just teleport right to the safe rooms?”
“Aye, and neigh.”
“Alright, would you like me to finish the story about my collar?”
“Aye.”
“Okay.” She felt Cadance nudge her forward, the two resumed their walk towards the exit of the zone. “Anyway, as to why I don’t have a purple band on my collar, while having no issues with and rather enjoying a bit of degradation and objectification play sometimes, is that Shiny doesn’t really like it.”
Luna blinked, then nodded. “Captain Armor asked you to remove it?”
Cadance quickly shook her head, letting out a small giggle. “Oh, not at all. I know he’d never actually ask me something like that, to change how I act in the Society. He accepts what a large part of my life this place is. He’s such a sweetie about it too, so understanding.” Cadance let out a long, smitten sigh. “I’m so lucky to have found him.” She shook her head again, snapping herself out of her reverie. “Anyway, he’d never say anything, but I can tell that having ponies treat me like that upsets him to see, well more like hear, but you get my point. He knows it’s all part of the act, all just part of the game, he’d never actually do anything to the ponies doing it, but it still hurts him a bit to see that. So, since it’s not really one of my major kinks to begin with, and I know he’d be a lot more comfortable not having to see or hear about that… Oh, we turn left again up here, that should be the last street.”
Luna followed Cadance’s guidance, thinking over what she had revealed. Her own worries forgotten for now. Finally she leaned over to nuzzle her niece's neck. “You are not the only one lucky to have such a caring, devoted mate. Captain Armor is lucky to have a mare so willing to ease his worries as you are.” She looked up from her companion, actually paying attention to where they were heading now. Just ahead of them, at the end of the street they had just turned onto was indeed the gate out of this area. Luna paused, looking back the way they had come, then towards the gate. “That... Mi-Heartthrob?”
“Yes? Something wrong Fading?” came the concerned reply.
Luna kept looking between the two, the way they had come, and the nearby exit. “This was too quick, was it not? It took us much longer to reach Gregor’s territory, it was much deeper into the Ruins. How are we already at the exit?”
“Magic.” Came the short, direct reply, before Cadance let out a silvery giggle. “No, not that simple. It’s just really, really smart ponies. This whole area is designed to feel larger than it really is. I don’t understand half the stuff they did, but it works. Especially when you are running on adrenaline, sneaking around, slipping back and forth, focused more on looking for danger than how things are arranged. Also we kind of took a roundabout way of getting there, my fault, I wasn’t entirely sure where their territory was, I just had a general idea of it. Plus I wanted you to have some time to enjoy sneaking around and trying to avoid getting caught. To get a good feel for the zone as a whole.”
“So much effort and creativity.” Luna responded, half to herself, still in awe at just what ponies had been able to accomplish over the last ten centuries. “Aye, twas quite enjoyable. However…” She gave Cadance a grin, nudging her with one shoulder playfully, “So thou were intending to have them claim us from the start, before we even set out tonight.”
Cadance pushed back, adding a quick little nip to the base of Luna’s mane. “Guilty. I wanted you to have the best experience you could here, and that gang has been getting quite the reputation recently. I’ve been meaning to check them out myself for the last few weeks, but never got around to it, so I figured this would be a great time to do so.”
“I would say they lived up to any reputation they might have.”
“Ohhhh yes, exceeded it even.” Cadance nearly purred out the words, Luna feeling a small shudder of pleasure running down her companion’s body.
The two passed by the taverns that flanked the start of the area. Luna noticed two new adornments outside the rowdier of the set. A pair of mares flanked the door, bound tightly, their heads tied to metal rings affixed to the ground, legs in spreader bars. Cum dripped from each of their visible holes, thick streaks of white painting over their raised rumps, obscuring a good deal of the obscene and licentious writing marking their bodies.
“Thinking of paying that place a call next time you come by this area?” Cadance’s voice snapped Luna’s attention back to her companion as they passed through the boundary to the zone, eliciting a small ping from her PipSub and a quick flash of a message alerting her she was no long in a special rules area.
“Possibly, if only out of curiosity. We shall see.” A bit of pressure on her side guided her to turn to her right, where she saw the bright yellow entryway to an aftercare area.
Passing through, Cadance took her past the rows of aftercare rooms, finally picking an unoccupied one seemingly at random. As Luna stepped into the room she took a quick sniff as a familiar scent reached her. A very familiar looking tea set waited for them on a small table, the aroma of her favorite blend coming from the steaming cups. “Starsong?”
“Starsong!” Cadance confirmed, though her tone sounded more like she was calling for the Den Mother rather than simply agreeing with Luna “Go ahead and get out of your gear then lay down on the bed so I can have a good look at you.”
Luna nodded, letting the robe fall to the ground, her collar and hoof-straps joining it, forming a trail towards the soft, comfortable bed. As she walked she levitate one of the tea cups to her, sipping the warm brew.
Cadance slipped out of her own robe. A pale glow forming a vague horn shape rose from her forehead, a matching light enveloping her collar and hoof-bands, taking them off and placing them and the robe on one of the stools near the edge of the room. All the time her gaze remained focused on a seemingly blank section of wall at the foot of the bed.
“You called, Den Matriarch?” The sudden voice made Luna jump just as she was about to climb up onto the bed, causing her to ram her shin into the bed frame and let out a quick oath. Only the fact the cup was already half empty prevented her from spilling any of the tea. She turned, just in time to catch Cadance finishing rolling her eyes and turning around herself, both mares now facing the newcomer. A tall silver coated mare with twin toned platinum mane and tail done in tight braids stood in the doorway, waiting but a moment before slipping in and shutting the door behind her. Luna realized this was the first time she’d ever actually seen Starsong ‘on duty’ as a Den Mother, she’d not yet seen her wearing her full set of shield mother armour. The illusionary wings Starsong kept active at all times folded neatly over her bags as she gave both of the other mares warm, gentle smiles.
Luna was speechless at the sight. The painful ache in her freshly bruised shin forgotten. She climbed up onto the bed, arranging the bedding and pillows to allow her to comfortably recline and pay attention to both of the other mares in the room. Not sure what to say yet.
Cadance gave the Alpha Den Mother a quick bow. “Yes, and stop calling me that. Anyway, did you enjoy the show?”
Starsong’s smile turned rather sultry, her eyes narrowing in pleasure. “Ohhhh, most assuredly, you two make such adorable, sexy little victims.” Her voice dripped with lasciviousness, making Luna nearly choke on the last mouthful of tea she drained from her cup, spluttering and coughing as she one of the two thumping her on the back with their magic.
Cadance seemed unaffected, however, calmly waiting for Luna to recover before continuing. “Glad you enjoyed it. Did you stick around for my talk with Gregor afterwards?”
“About his idea for a safe room near his camp? Yes, I heard it. It’s not a bad idea, maybe not setting it up directly in his camp, but definitely worth looking into having a few sets of rooms somewhere inside the zone itself. I’ll set up a meeting with him to talk about it.” While she talked Starsong’s magic reached out, spreading Cadance’s wings and running though the feathers, giving her a light preening.
Cadance sighed as she felt the magic working over her, giving Starsong a grateful look. “Good, hopefully you two can work something out.”
Starsong’s expression shifted into a rather mischievous grin as she refolded Cadance’s wings. “Is that an order Den Matriarch?”
Luna set her empty teacup down near the pot as she tried to work out what was being said. She knew she recognized the title Starsong was using but… She raised an eyebrow as she remembered what it meant, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Cadance.
The question caused Cadance to let out an irritated sounding snort as she shook her head. “No, and you know why, even if I wanted it to be one.”
Starsong let out a quick chuckle. “Yes, but you are so cute when you try to deny what we all know is going to happen.” She turned to Luna, giving the relaxing princess a quick flash of her warm, caring smile. “As to you Luna, I’m glad you had fun and were able to go through with this, you’re making so much progress. I’m quite proud of you.”
Luna returned the smile, feeling just a hint of warmth on her cheeks. “Thank you Starsong, both of you, for everything you’ve done for me.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need any thanks for this. In any case, unless either of you have something else I’ll let you get on with things.” After both princesses shook their heads, she continued, “I’ll see you tomorrow Luna, don’t forget you have a tour of the new Canterlot Observatory scheduled, and our next therapy session is the day after.”
“I remember, I’ll see you for both of them,” Luna reassured her as the Den Mother made her way to the door, quickly slipping out of the room, making sure the door closed securely behind her. Luna turned to Cadance as the other mare started to head for the supply cabinets. “So, ‘Den Matriarch’? As in the de facto leader of the entire, worldwide Society, Den Mother organization? Something you haven't told me Mi Amore?”
Cadance, let out a sigh as she pulled open the door, taking out a large metal basin and several wash cloths. “No, it’s just Starsong teasing me, nothing is official yet.” She filled the basin from the room’s small water faucet, heading back to the bed with all the items carried in her magic. “But, since I know you’ll just ask her for details if I don’t give them, Den Matriarch Grenthal announced she’s going to be retiring soon. Starsong’s convinced I’m going to be the one chosen to replace her at the next world advisory council meeting. Now, lift your rump up and let’s get you cleaned up.”
“That is quite the honor Mi Amore, it would give you a seat on the council itself would it not?” Luna obeyed the command, holding her tail to the side and spreading her legs. She let out a small hiss as Cadance started to work, the warm, damp rag running over her sore marehood, wiping off the dried remnants of the night's enjoyment.
“Yes, They tried to offer me a spot on it for simply, well, being the ‘Princess of Love,’ but I turned them down. Yes, that is why I was perfectly supportive of you turning down the same offer. I get why you didn’t want to be treated special.” Cadance worked through her supply of clean cloths, doing her best to remove as much of the crusting over fluids as she could. “Definitely going to need a good shower once we get out of here, but that should get you through till then. Keep your rump up, I’m going to get something to help with the soreness.”
Luna already felt better with the residue removed from her nethers and legs, even if the cloths’ rubbing over her folds had brought the dull ache pulsing between her legs back to her attention. “So you doubt you will be selected then?”
“Well, I won’t be too surprised if it happens, but I’m not going to take it as a certainty either. Usually it’s one of the senior Alpha’s that gets selected, but given the circumstances… I just don’t want to start making assumptions till everything is decided.” She returned to the bed, carrying a small jar of ointment which she quickly spread over Luna’s marehood, pushing some of it between her lips. The cool gel quickly made the ache fade, leaving just a slight tingling sensation behind.
“Mind getting mine?” Cadance passed Luna the jar, turning around and presenting her own marehood. There was far less of a mess coating her rear then Luna had felt on her own, the unicorn quickly spreading the cooling, soothing ointment over her companion’s pussy, getting a small ‘ahhhhh’ of relief from her.
Once they were both taken care of, Cadance set the jar aside, climbing up onto the bed next to Luna. “Anything else you need me to look at?”
“Neigh, I am feeling quite fine now.” Luna responded, “So, the shape-changing spell you use allows you to retain use of your horn? I see why you would prefer it to changeling magic.”
“Oh, definitely. Aunt Tia taught it to me. It takes a lot of concentration and a lot more effort to use magic, and I can’t really do anything to complicated, but it’s still a lot better than not having it at all. But, no more avoiding the issue, we need to talk about what happened back there.”
Luna’s ears flattened back along her skull as she looked away from Cadance, trying her best to keep calm as Cadance's question brought back the emotions she’d been ignoring till then.
“Both times. I saw that look right after Gregor grabbed me, something was wrong, but you worked it out and seemed fine, so I didn’t want to butt in. I’m guessing your little explosion at the stallion with the blow gun was related.” Cadance gently draped her wing protectively over the now shuddering mare. “You don’t have to talk about it if you really don’t want to, but you know Starsong will have noticed it and want to talk about it with you, so you aren’t going to be able to hide it long.”
Luna felt tears pooling in her eyes, clenching them shut tight to try and avoid letting it show. She struggled to keep her breathing under control, to not let herself get too lost in the guilt and pain she was feeling as she replayed the moments over and over in her mind. “Mi Amore… Cadance… I… We, We nearly made a grave mistake. We were so close to lashing out, We lost all sense of where We were. Almost… almost… ” A quick sob made her stop, struggling to continue speaking clearly as the burden of the mistake she had nearly made, how close she had come to doing something so wrong, built.
Cadance nuzzled her neck, her teeth working to gently groom Luna’s mane as the pegasus pressed closer to her friend, the wing wrapped around Luna tightening. “Luna, you did nothing wrong, at all. You are being too hard on yourself. Whatever you ‘might’ have done, you clearly realized, on your own, it was a mistake. I can’t see what you could have even have ‘almost’ done that would be so bad you have to be this upset over it. Please, just tell me what you are so upset over.” Her voice was so calm, gentle, understanding, soothing. It served well to help Luna calm down.
Luna forced herself to take several deep breathes, letting herself calm down enough to speak, to explain to Cadance just how great her error had been, how much Luna had failed. “We… I.. no… I when, when Gregor attacked thee, was holding thee, I nearly attacked him! I did not remember where we were, did not keep to mind that this was naught but a game! I was ready to fight to save you, I was about to treat him as a true threat! I almost lashed out, lost control, injured another innocent because I failed to control myself!”
She turned, opening her eyes to look at Cadance, part of her afraid of seeing the horrified look on her face at understanding just how badly Luna had acted. Instead, the pink mare’s face had an expression akin to if Luna were some small filly that had just confessed to sneaking an extra cookie before bed. “Dost thou not understand, Mi Amore? We, how are We to trust Ourselves if We are so quick to lash out!?”
“Luna,” Cadance’s voice was calm, sweet, yet managed to sound like an adult scolding that same foal for her ‘crime’. “I know I don’t know a lot about your past, but I know enough to know you fought a lot, there were battles. It is simply your instinct to act on threats like that. What matters is that you realized your mistakes before you acted, that proves you have nothing to worry about.”
Luna blinked, at a loss for how to reply. Cadance clearly understood what had happened, why was she treating it as something that did not matter? Did she not understand how serious this was?
“Luna, I know what you’re thinking, and yes I fully understand what is going on. You are the one being far too hard on yourself.” Cadance’s magic grabbed Luna’s head, holding it on place as the other mare leaned down to kiss her nose, her free wing brushing along Luna’s cheek. “We have quite a few royal guards in the Society, not to mention our own Shield Mothers and Tower Guards. Do you think none of them ever have this problem? Never had their combat instincts flare up when in the middle of something intense like that? This is nothing to be upset over, Luna. You did everything you should have.”
Cadance’s words, the simple logic to them, the caring, gentle way she said them. Luna could not deny she made sense. It did nothing to quell her worry over what she might do if she lost control, but she found it almost impossible to keep on acting as if this was such a huge error the would brand her as unfit to be among other ponies.
“Shh, don’t try to say anything yet.” Cadance continued. “I can’t say I know what it’s like, but I have dealt with a few other ponies that have done the same exact thing, had the same problem, same concerns. I’m here if you want to talk about it more, but I’d recommend making this what your next session with Starsong is about. She’s a Shield Mother and a member of the Lunar Guard, she’s had the sort training that causes this type of thing.. She can help you deal with this better.”
Luna nodded, burying her face in the pillow. Her guilt, her rage at herself, her fear of what this might mean evaporated, leaving her feeling empty and embarrassed. Some part of her still insisted this was something she needed to be punished for, that this was yet another mistake that showed how little she deserved her current happiness. She pushed that part away, focusing on the feeling of Cadance next to her, the soft touch of her wing, the soothing murmuring of her voice as she nuzzled and comforted Luna.
She looked up from the pillow, finding a fresh cup of tea hovering near her. She took it gratefully, pushing herself up into a sitting position and taking a long drink from the steaming cup. She felt herself relax instantly as the naturally calming blend of the tea itself, and the Serene that she was sure had been mixed in, went to work. She sat in silence till she had finished the tea, Cadance taking the teacup away and setting it aside. Her fellow princess had stayed pressed close to Luna the whole time.
“I overreacted,” she finally admitted. “Again.” She shook her head before leaning in to nuzzle Cadance, “Thank you Mi Amore.”
Cadance returned the nuzzle, adding a quick nip to Luna’s neck. “Anytime, and like Starsong, you know I don’t need thanks for this. Starsong is right, you are making amazing progress, you just have little slip ups now and then, like anypony. Still, if you want to thank me…” Luna saw a mischievous grin spread over Cadance’s muzzle, “There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”
The grin made Luna nervous. It was clearly genuine, yet her eyes held an almost predatory glint to them. “And that is?”
“Well, you remember my idea earlier, about giving Shiny a little pre-wedding gift?” Luna felt Cadance shift behind her, the other mare pressing a bit closer and draping her head across Luna’s neck.
Luna nodded, trying to avoid being distracted by the sudden change in position, even as Cadance’s hoof began to stroke along Luna’s back far too lightly to be meant as a soothing gesture. “Aye, seeking out a changeling to allow him some ‘fun’ I believe you called it, with her while you watched.”
Cadance shifted her head, pressing her muzzle to Luna’s ear, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. “Well, I’ll call that plan B, because I can think of something he might like a lot more.” She pulled back, her eyes boring into Luna, the hungry glint only growing stronger while her wing started to stroke lightly over Luna’s hip. “Now that I know you don’t mind having a bit of ‘fun’ with me… “ She trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid, but her meaning quite clear.
Luna felt her breath catch in her throat for a moment, unable to find the words to respond, so she nodded. Not only was it the least she could do after everything Cadance had done to aid her, but Luna found the idea itself rather exciting in its own right, even without the skilled seduction of the Alicorn of Love to only make all the more eager.
Cadance let out an excited squeal at the nod. “This is going to be so much fun!” Leaning over, she wrapped Luna in a tight hug. “I can’t wait till we can set this up.”
Author's Note
And so my first multi-chapter story ends. Thank you to everyone who's read and commented on the story. The reception has been so much better then I ever hoped, and so very glad so many enjoyed this.
Quick thank you to Silent Whisper and Javarod for helping out with the editing while Tropo was indisposed for this chapter to do so.
Another massive thank you to Manifest Harmony for all her work in both creating The Clocktower Society, and for the amazing artwork and support she's given to get these stories made.
CTS Luna will return soon enough for more kinky, sexy adventures so keep watch.
