Feather Bangs hung his head dejectedly as he pondered his miserable fate. The one mare he had wanted above all others, who had caught his eye and his heart, had been claimed by another. Worst of all, he couldn’t even be mad about it. Big Mac was a good and worthy stallion, from a big, hardworking family and Feather Bangs knew Big Mac would treat Sugar Belle as if she was his very own alicorn princess.
What right did he have to that sort of happiness? All he knew how to do was sing and write poetry, maybe juggle a bit. He had pinned all his hopes on Sugar Belle and now she was gone from his life. He watched the pair make their way slowly down the street and turned away, a sad little smile on his face.
“What’s the matter, Feather Bangs?” a small voice asked from his left. He turned and recognized Apple Bloom of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, who had come up beside him as he had watched Big Mac and Sugar Belle walk off.
“I’ve lost her, and I’m going to be alone forever,” he said, and he again smiled that sad, little smile to the Crusaders. “It’s okay, little fillies. I can be lonely and still be a good stallion. Um, I gotta go...just, I gotta go.” He began to walk away, but he only got a few steps before something clamped down on his tail, bringing him to a stop. He looked behind him and saw that the little pegasus filly, Scootaloo, was there with his skirt in her teeth.
“Hey, cut that out little filly,” he said, a little annoyed. “Just let me go on my way. I won’t bug Sugar Belle anymore. Even I can see that her and Big Mac should be together.”
“Stop being so silly,” Sweetie Belle told him, from right in front of him. “You’re an awesome stallion. You’re handsome, you can sing, and even write poetry.” Now that he had stopped and was talking, Scootaloo opened her mouth and let go of Feather Bang’s tail skirt.
“Then why is Big Mac walking away with Sugar Belle and not me?” Feather Bangs asked. The girls could all see how sad he was, but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a solution. After all, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were all about helping ponies.
“Feather Bangs, yer stuck lookin’ at one tree and forgettin’ that you’re in an orchard,” Apple Bloom said.
“What the heck is that supposed to mean?” Feather asked the filly, now completely confused.
“It means that just because somepony takes away one basket of apples, it doesn’t mean that there ain’t other baskets just beggin’ to be scooped up,” Apple Bloom said, and her attitude was that of somepony explaining why water was wet to a particularly slow pony.
“Okay girls, seriously,” Feather Bangs said, still not understanding what the three fillies were trying to say to him. “Just come out and say what you mean.”
“What we’re trying to say,” Scootaloo said, turning his head to look back down the street, “is that maybe you’re missing what’s right under your muzzle.”
“What are you—oh,” Feather Bangs said as his eyes fell on the three mares who habitually followed him around. Swoon Song, Fond Feather and Dear Darling looked back at him, saw that he was looking at them and started to giggle and smile broadly.
“You mean them?” he asked, then ducking his head to look back at the girls beside him. “I can’t, I couldn’t actually...talk to them.”
“Why not?” Apple Bloom asked, tilting her head a bit as she looked up at the stallion. “Ah mean they like you, an’ you like them. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I don’t know how to just talk, to a mare,” he said, hanging his head even lower. “I can hair flip, and sing, and stuff; but actually talk to a mare about normal things. I wouldn’t know where to start, and besides, there’s another problem.”
“What’s that?” Scootaloo asked.
“There’s three of them,” Feather Bangs gestured back toward the three mares who were still sending flirtatious looks his way. “How could I choose between three beautiful mares like them? No matter who I choose, I’d be hurting two of them, and I’d never want to hurt anypony.”
“So the big problems are you can’t really talk to them and you don’t want to hurt any of them by picking one over the others,” Sweetie Belle said, putting a hoof to her chin in thought.
“Pretty much,” Feather Bangs agreed. “I’d rather be lonely than hurt any of them.”
“Let me go over and talk to them,” Sweetie Belle said, as she came to a decision. “Maybe something can get worked out.”
“You’d do that for me?” Feather Bangs said, eyes widening in surprise.
“Of course, we would!” Apple Bloom said, as a smile crossed her muzzle. “The Cutie Mark Crusaders are all about helping other ponies. You just wait here and we’ll go talk to them.”
“Um, okay,” Feather Bangs said to the dust of the three fillies as they rushed over to the three mares. A quick and fervent conversation that he couldn’t make out occurred between the sextet for a few minutes.
“Great! Thanks!” he heard Scootaloo say, as some sort of agreement seemed to have been reached and the Crusaders started to walk back toward him. He wasn’t sure why, but the looks he was getting from his fan mares now seemed oddly...predatory, and he had to suppress a sudden urge to turn and run.
“Okay, it’s all worked out!” Apple Bloom exclaimed as the fillies reached him. “Fond Feather says there is some sort of old law she has to check up on, but she’s sure that the three of them can work something out, and if she’s right about it there shouldn’t be any problems at all, and that you should come see them in three days by Swoon Song’s barn.”
“Wow, really?” Feather Bangs couldn’t believe his luck, even though the looks he was getting from the mares still made him feel like a rabbit being watched by a hawk.
“Yup,” Sweetie Belle confirmed. “We gotta go tomorrow, so we won’t be here, but Fond Feather says you don’t even have to worry about talking. They’ll do all that for you, in fact, she said they’d take care of everything. All you have to do is show up.”
Author's Note
Instincts. Maybe you should listen to them.
Three days later Feather Bangs was looking at Swoon Song’s barn. Her small farm was neat and tidy, and turning a small profit that was only growing. Even before Starlight Glimmer had run Our Town, Swoon and her two friends had kept the farm going through thick and thin. More than a few rumours had grown around the trio of trim, attractive mares, but most of them had disappeared when they had become Feather’s fans.
“Okay, this is it,” Feather Bangs said to himself. “Either this is the start of something or I go back to being lonely all the time.” He gulped at the thought of being alone again. After Big Mac and the Crusaders had left there had been a day and a half of him just being alone. Just him, in the small shack he rented along with his few possessions and his lonely thoughts.
“Here we go,” he muttered and began to walk the last few hundred yards to the farm. Everything was quiet and still, and once again Feather Bangs had that odd instinct to run. Stomping thoroughly on that instinct, he walked into the farmyard, stopping some twenty feet from the large barn door and loudly clearing his throat. For a long moment nothing happened, and then the barn door opened widely and out walked Swoon Song, Dear Darling, and Fond Feather. All three mares were wearing saddlebags and an oddly satisfied expression on their faces.
“Hey, I...uh,” he began, nerves once again tying his tongue.
“Shhh,” Swoon Song said, looking very pleased, as she led the trio right up to him. “We checked up on the old laws, and you don’t have to do anything, not even talk. We’ve worked it all out between us and believe me, there is nothing you can do that would hurt us.” As she was speaking Fond Feather and Dear Darling moved up to flank Feather Bangs, standing closely to his either side. He was turning his head to look at them when Swoon Song came up, placed a hoof on both his shoulders and kissed him.
Swoon’s lips pressed against his, working against his mouth and Feather instinctively responded, even as he smelled the fragrance of Swoon’s mane, its floral scent making his head swim. He felt her tongue slide along the front of his teeth and he opened his mouth wider in response. Swoon’s soft lips opened wider to match his as her tongue began to dance and touch his, and Feather closed his eyes as the sensations from his mouth became all important to him.
Swoon had wrapped her legs around his neck and he could feel her easy weight press all around, as she held onto him. He moaned slightly in pleasure as his tongue slid along hers, into Swoon’s mouth and he began to feel out the soft intimacies there. Her scent filled his nose, her taste was all along his mouth, and his ears were full of the sound of her breathing. He had never felt such softness, her mouth and tongue like liquid silk on his, contrasting with the supple strength of her holding onto him.
Warmth filled his heart. All he had ever wanted was somepony special in his hooves to chase away the darkness and warm his soul. Celestia willing, he would never stop this kiss, not ever. Sadly, Celestia was not willing and slowly, gently, Swoon Song disengaged from him and he thought he could still feel her limbs around his neck. He opened his eyes a moment or two later to see her a few feet away from him, grabbing a couple of leather strips off the ground in her mouth.
“Now, come along like a good stallion,” Swoon Song said, and as she backed up the leather strips lifted off the ground, tugging at his throat and Feather Bangs realized that they were a pair of leashes that had been attached to him, tugging him forward, even as he took a pair of involuntary steps forward toward the open barn.
“Hey, I didn’t want this,” he said rearing up and pulling back against the forward pull. He was so surprised at what was going on he had completely forgotten about the mares on his flanks, and as he reared up on his rear hooves they sprang into action. As Feather Bangs made his declaration, Dear Darling and Fond Feather each took the end of a bit and firmly pushed it into Feather Bangs mouth.
“Grnyah!” he exclaimed, which was Swoon Song’s cue to pull down sharply on the leads that had been clipped to the thick collar locked around Feather Bangs’ neck during their kiss. As she pulled him down from his reared stance, the mares on either side of him held onto the straps of the bit, which pulled it as far back as possible in his mouth. Acting as a team, the two mares secured the buckle of the bit into place and Feather Bangs found himself collared and bitted.
He champed at the bit, trying to settle it, while trying to resist the pull of the leads. He was only partially successful. He was able to settle the bit into a semi-comfortable location, but he had been pulled several more steps toward whatever fate awaited him in the barn. Worse, Dear Darling had attached some more straps to the bit, making it into a full fledged bridle and Feather Bangs realized he was in serious trouble.
He had ignored his earlier instincts telling him he was a hunted pony, and now, because he had disregarded those warnings he was leashed, collared, bitted and bridled. He dug his hooves into the ground, resolving not to give another inch and despite Swoon Song having the mechanical advantage over him due to the collar and bridle, he forced a halt.
For several long seconds he managed to hold things in check, until Fond Feather finished clipping a pair of reins to his bridle and tossed them to Swoon Song. Now his head was being pulled forward as well, and Fond Feather literally got behind him and started pushing. With one mare pulling and the other pushing, the deadlock was broken and again Feather Bangs found himself inching toward the barn.
He fought for every inch, and then hit on a plan. He simply planted all four hooves on the ground. If they wanted to drag him, fine! Once they tired themselves out he would be able to pull free and get out of here.
“Clever stallion,” he heard Dear Darling whisper in his ear, and then he felt her pick up two of his hooves in her magic and move them forward, effectively making a step forward for him. His eyes widened in shock as she did it again, moving his body for him and he realized that with all three mares working together and bound as he was, he couldn’t stop them from taking him into the barn.
He wanted to struggle and keep fighting, but his every avenue of resistance was being countered. They had to have planned this, worked out all the angles, perhaps even, Celestia save him, practiced it on other stallions. So, when the next pull on leads and reins came, he took a step forward before Dear Darling could move his hooves for him.
“Oh, you good, clever stallion,” Dear Darling said, her voice like a caress in his ear and in spite of himself, he felt a shudder of desire go through him. The four of them began to fall into a rhythm, a pull on leash and reins, followed by a step forward, then a pause before the cycle repeated. Feather Bangs let out a scared little whine, which was all the vocalization he could make.
“Don’t fret, our brave stallion,” Dear Darling said, her soft voice purring. “I know this is all a shock to you, but soon everything will become clear.” The quartet passed through the barn doors, and as Feather Bangs eyes adjusted to the light in the building, he could see he was being led toward a metal framework that had been bolted into the floor. The frame had been made of welded hollow tubes and had sections padded with sheeps wool. Leather straps with buckles were everywhere on it, and it had obviously been made to hold a pony for as long as needed.
Another ten steps and it was done. A snap hook on the frame clicked as it attached to the ring on Feather Bangs collar, and the reins to his bridle were tied in place, ensuring his head and neck were secured. Feather Bangs stood passively in place as the trio of mares began to loop and buckle the rest of the straps around his body, securing him to the frame. He was theirs, and there was nothing he could do to fight back, and truth be told, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to.
“Now, time for explanations,” Swoon Song said, taking a drink from a nearby sports bottle. “But first, a couple of questions. Did we hurt you anywhere?” Feather Bangs thought for a moment. Physically, he was in pretty good shape. A little tired and sore from the past several minutes of intense physical struggle, but overall the mares had obviously been careful not to hurt him. He shook his head a little in the negative, the bridle allowed some movement, but not much.
“Good. You were much harder to catch than we thought you would be,” Swoon Song said, with a satisfied smile. “Without the collar and the bridle I doubt we would have caught you. Would you like something to drink?” He nodded and Swoon Song scooped up a squeeze bottle with a flexible hose on it. Maneuvering it carefully over his bit, she slid the hose into his mouth and squeezed off a little of the drink. It was difficult to swallow with the bit, but he managed it and cocked an eyebrow at her at how little she had given him.
“Towel him down girls, while I water our stallion some more,” Swoon Song said, as she delivered another small pulse of fluid into his throat. “A little bit of water at a time, at least until you fully get the hang of drinking with a bit in. We wouldn’t want you to choke now, would we?” The other two mares began to rub damp cloths over him, cooling him and wiping away the sweat of his struggle.
“Now, the explanation,” Swoon Song began. “The three of us have wanted you for a long time, and when dear little Sweetie Belle explained why you had never approached us, we knew we had the perfect way to solve all our problems.”
“Hmm?” Feather Bangs asked as best he could. Dear Darling and Fond Feather had wiped off his upper torso and were now dipping down to his underside.
“In ancient pony times, there was a tribe of fierce mares,” Swoon Song said, as her eyes flicked toward what the other two mares were doing. “They were known as the Amarezonians, and they were known for not having very many stallions amongst them. Do you know what their solution was?”
“Nuh uh,” Feather Bangs said through the bit, and as he did, he felt a cool cloth begin to run along the length of his sheath.
“The Amarezonians would take stallions captive, collaring and bridling them,” Swoon Song said, and her smile gained teeth. “Those captive stallions would be well cared for, treasured and protected.” The cloth along Feather Bangs’ sheath stopped cleaning him and was now actively stroking him and he tried not to react to the stimulation, knowing he was doomed to fail..
“They would also be kept bound at all times,” Swoon Song said, watching with hungry interest as the unicorn and pegasus beneath Feather Bangs began to slowly tease his stallionhood free of its sheath. “Kept bound, so that they could not easily be stolen away, and so that they would always be ready to service the mares that kept them.” Feather Bangs groaned as Fond Feather began to suckle on his emerging cock, even as Dear Darling stroked the base of his shaft gently with her magic.
Fond Feather closed her eyes to better concentrate on the growth of the succulent sausage between her lips. Feather Bangs length continued to emerge from its sheath and Fond Feather couldn’t have been happier. She had wanted to taste this stallion for a long time, and now she and her friends had him in their grasp, even as she had him in her mouth. She continued to lick and suck on his flare, running her tongue along the growing length. When his medial ring emerged she heard him groan slightly and try to buck her mouth. The straps securing Feather Bangs hindquarters were particularly strong and they refused to let him move his hips more than half an inch.
Swoon Song heard the groan from their captive stallion and saw how much her friend was enjoying drawing him out. Grinning, she leaned over and tapped Dear Darling on the shoulder. Dear Darling looked up and saw Swoon looking at her and pointing to a nearby bench on which sat another collar, leads and a set of straps. A sly look came over the unicorn mare’s face as she slid out from underneath Feather Bangs and made her way to gather up the indicated items.
“Fond Feather did some digging and found out the old Amarezonian laws were never repealed,” Swoon Song said, continuing to talk to the captive stallion. “Under their laws, if three or more mares capture and bind a stallion, he is theirs. Just like we’ve caught and bound you.” Feather Bangs heard what Swoon Song was saying but his focus was on his now iron hard length. He tried to push his hips forward again into the warm mouth that was working its magic along his shaft.
“You’re ours now, Feather Bangs,” Swoon Song said, and to his surprise she reached over and unsnapped the bit from his bridle, gently pulling it out of his mouth. “But we want a stallion, not a slave. Say ‘yes’ to us, and you will never have to worry about saying the wrong thing again.”
While Swoon spoke to him, Fond Feather continued to lap and suck at his length, making the words hard to focus on. They sounded good, real good, but then anything would while being felated.
“One of us will always be with you, and I swear you will never, ever have to face loneliness again. You will never have to worry about whether you are cared for, or wanted, or desired, ever again. Say ‘yes’ and be our beloved herd stallion, or you can say ‘no’. We’ll stop everything, let you go, and you will never get to see — or touch — us again. You can go back to being alone and being afraid of talking to a mare, any mare.”
Feather Bangs worked his mouth even as Fond Feather worked his shaft, and he forced his brain into a semblance of thought. Did he really want to go back to his little hut, to sit there all alone, and pine after some other mare? Or did he want to be desired and pleasured like this all the time? Did he want the surety of knowing he would never be lonely again? Feather Bangs tried to concentrate on his thoughts but they dissolved as Fond Feather began to deepthroat his length.
“Ye-Yes, oh Celestia, yes,” he gasped out. “I’ll be yours. Collar me, bridle me, I don’t care...just please, finish me off.”
“Thank you, Herd Stallion,” Swoon Song said, saying it like a title, “but we can’t let you have your release just yet, so I need to stop my overeager herd sister in her task.” Dear Darling had returned with the collar and straps from the workbench, and she leaned down to where Fond Feather continued to bob enthusiastically up and down on Feather Bangs shaft.
Fond Feather knew the stallion was close. She was drawing more and more salty, tangy pre from him and she suckled on his shaft trying to draw out the mother lode. Just as she was about to deep throat him again she felt something wrap and then sharply tighten around her throat.
“No!” she complained, as Dear Darling pulled the collar tight about her throat, buckling it into place and pulling her off Feather Bangs. “He was so close. I just needed another minute.”
“I know,” Dear Darling said, pulling on the leash, “but you know you weren’t supposed to make him cum yet.”
“But he needs to cum,” Fond Feather said, pulling against the leash and almost strangling herself in the process. Swoon Song gathered up the other leash and the two of them dragged Fond Feather away, who couldn’t fight the collar very effectively as even the slightest resistance cut off her air.
“Oh, he’s going to cum all right,” Swoon Song said, as she and Dear Darling led the resistant mare toward another frame, this one with a platform and locking wheels. Fond Feather saw what she was being dragged towards and stopped fighting the leashes.
“Oh,” she said, cooing happily. “For me? I get to be first?”
“Yes, you do.” Swoon Song said. “He’s agreed to be ours, and now our arrangement has to be consummated.” She pulled Fond Feather onto the mobile frame, loosening the collar a little to allow more air, as Dear Darling secured her legs. The bound mare tugged at the straps holding her, happily noting that, as usual, there was no give at all to them.
“Thank you,” Fond Feather said earnestly. “Thank you for letting me be first.”
“You were the one who found those old laws that gave us the courage to reach out to our stallion,” Dear Darling said, pulling down on the leash. “Now down you go, let’s get that cute little flank of yours in the air.”
Fond Feather followed the pull of the leash down, forcing her to fold her forelegs and lower her front, even as a padded bar slid under her barrel to keep her plot raised and available. Swoon Song tied a strap to Fond’s tail, securing it out of the way, then she and Dear Darling rolled the frame holding their captive friend toward their stallion.
“W-what now?” Feather Bangs asked as he saw the mare being wheeled toward him. He had begun to pull himself back in, but as he saw the delectable flank being brought toward him he felt himself returning to full hardness.
“What happens now, Herd Stallion,” Dear Darling said, stopping the frame holding her herd sister directly in front of Feather Bangs, “is that you are going to service this bound and captive mare.” She rubbed Fond Feather’s plot, drawing a moan of need from her friend. Seeing the moisture gathered on her hoof, she waved it under Feather Bangs nose and was pleased to see his nostrils flare as they drank in the scent of ready and needy mare.
“We’re going to mount you on her,” Darling said, grinding her hoof harder into Fond Feather’s plot, and as she moaned again, Dear Darling was pleased to see their stallion’s ears lock forward and his stallionhood emerge to its full, proud length. “We’re going to mount you on her just like you will mount all three of us eventually.”
“So, you all like being...” Feather Bangs said, straining against his bonds to finish his sentence.
“Yes, my herd sisters and I all like being bound, helplessly,” Swoon Song said, smiling as she began to hoof some lube along Feather Bangs shaft. “All three of us have fantasized about being bred to a strong stallion, and being unable to resist his attentions. It’s what drew the three of us together in the first place. Thanks to you, all those dreams and fantasies are about to come true.”
Slowly but surely, the two unbound mares then slid their bound sister underneath the stallion, making sure he was able to smell her arousal and they gently guided his firm member into her plot as they slid her fully against him.
“Oh, you feel so good,” Feather Bangs moaned as he felt himself sink into her warm and welcoming depths. The two frames locked together with a solid “clank” as mare and stallion were intimately locked to each other.
“You’re so hard,” Fond Feather said. “I can already feel you in every corner of me.” The mares on either side of the captured couple checked to make sure everything was as it should be, and then they undid the straps that held Feather Bangs hindquarters in check, allowing him the movement he needed to properly drive into his partner.
“Please stallion, use me, breed me, fill me with your seed,” Fond Feather said, begging. “Please...my sisters will punish me if I don’t draw every ounce of your essence into me.”
“Really?” he asked, as he began to slowly pump back and forth. He could already feel her muscles trying to work at him and he knew that once he began to buck in earnest he wasn’t going to last very long.
“Really,” Swoon Song said, smacking Fond Feather’s cutie mark with a belt, Dear Darling following suit on the other side. “We gave you to him first. You better make his first time with us an experience to remember, and be sure he fills you to the brim.” Fond Feather gasped at the blows and gave a small shudder as she did her best to push back against her stallion.
Feather Bangs didn’t speak. All he could think of was bucking the mare on the end of his stallionhood and the slow rhythm he started with, died out as he thrust harder and deeper into Fond Feather. The mare tried to struggle and at least lift her head, but both straps and leash secured her well. All she could do was work herself against the length of flesh filling her, pounding her, filling her with the need to breed.
Everything the mares had done that day had led to this moment. Catching and priming their stallion so that he could do his duty, and fill the first of them with a foal. The sounds of whinnies, snorts and the slap of leather on flesh and flesh on flesh, filled the barn as Feather Bangs neared his peak. A fullness filled his balls and he used every ounce of will and self-determination he had left to freeze in place, with his shaft hilted deep in velvet firmness and his flare fully pressed against the sensitive core of his bound mare, holding back from the final drive only by the briefest shreds of self control.
“Y-you sure you want this?” he stammered out. “I must really want to belong to you girls because I’m ready to burst.”
“YES!” Fond Feather shouted, trembling. She was close, so very, very close to the fulfillment of a thousand dreams and fantasies. This day had been everything she had ever hoped it would be, lacking only the ultimate conclusion, which she could sense was mere moments away. “Sweet Celestia, YES! Yes, my stallion. Breed me, fill me with your cum, sow your seed in me. P-please, I’m beg—”
Whatever Fond Feather was going to beg for was cut off, as Feather Bangs began to thrust into her for all he was worth. His final scraps of willpower burned away by the searing passion of Fond Feather’s words and he lost himself to the wild, primitive rut. All he could see was the mare beneath him, all he could smell was her need for him. Her cries of pleasure were the best music he had ever heard and her strong muscles and soft core were the only things he ever needed to feel again.
To one side, Dear Darling and Swoon Song had long since collapsed to the wooden floor of the barn. The smells, sights and sounds of the orgasmic display before them having overwhelmed their thoughts and reason. Entwined with each other, their hooves and tongues danced across each others sensitive parts, and they ruthlessly drove each other toward their own climaxes. Their own cries of pleasure wove a melody around the strong song sounded by the pair strapped to the breeding frames.
“AHH!” Feather Bangs cried out wordlessly, as rippling, electric fire rolled down his shaft and he exploded inside Fond Feather, pumping load after load of his strong fertile seed into her receptive womb. As the deluge of cum struck her walls, its heat burned away what tiny scraps of sentience she had left and she came as well. Her internal muscles clenching, rolling and milking the shaft inside her for all they were worth, trying to draw out every last drop.
. Those instinctual reactions succeeded in their goal as Feather Bangs threw back his head as far as his bridle would allow and with another mindless howl came a second time, pumping even more youthful, vigorous cum into the mare beneath him. As the second group of pulses began to fill her to the brim, Fond Feather cried out in ecstasy as she came again and once again the muscles of her velvet core tugged and pulled at her stallion’s shaft.
Twice more the cycle of orgasm triggering orgasm rolled through the pair, with diminishing returns each time. At last, neither stallion, nor mare had anything left to give in them and both hung limply in their bonds, utterly spent, and the frames and straps were the only things holding them upright. Even speech was beyond the strength they had left, both having given all they had.
Dear Darling and Swoon Song had brought each other beyond their peaks as well, cuming just as the captive couple had reached their second peak. Not having drained themselves as much as the stallion and mare who were still intimately connected, the two free mares staggered to their hooves, and grabbed some supplies for the other two.
“Don’t try to talk yet,” Swoon Song said, in a whisper soft voice, as she placed the flexible tip of the squeeze bottle back into Feather Bangs mouth and squeezed off a measure of fluid. “You’ve done so very well, Feather Bangs. I’m proud to call you our Herd Stallion.” Beneath him, Fond Feather was also being cautioned not to speak as she too was watered by Dear Darling.
“We’ll unhook the two of you in a bit, once we towel you both down and can be kind of sure you won’t collapse the instant we unstrap you,” Dear Darling said, levitating over some clean towels. The unbound mares had only just begun to rub down the pair in the frames when there were interrupted.
“That was one of the most licentious displays it has been my pleasure to witness in a long, long time,” said a rich voice from the dark shadows of the barn. “Also, my congratulations on properly invoking Amarezonian law. Not many ponies get it right.” Every eye swiveled to the source of the voice as Princess Luna emerged from the shadows to stand before the quartet.
“Princess Luna!” Dear Darling and Swoon Song exclaimed, dropping to their knees. Feather Bangs and Fond Feather, unable to move, tried to groan respectfully to the Princess of the Night.
“Yes, you have done well indeed,” Luna said, stepping forward to stand next to the breeding frame. She lifted Feather Bangs limp head and looked into his eyes. “Feather Bangs, the mares around you have properly invoked an ancient law of which I am the keeper. More, your act just now has sealed you to them under that law. As such, I was summoned here.” A twitch of a smile came over the exhausted stallion’s face.
“Also,” Luna said, stroking his cheek, “I have seen thy fears and done my best to ward them away from your dreams. What these mares have given you is indeed a way to confront and end those fears, but it is still the life of a captive and I will not have you languish in durance vile. Say the word and, whether it be the law or not, I will take you away from this.”
“N-nuh,” Feather Bangs said, barely managing to articulate the words. “S-stay.” Luna smiled, leaned down and kissed him on the head.
“So be it, brave and bold stallion,” Luna said, and then she took the three mares into her gaze. “See that you never betray the trust and faith Feather Bangs has placed in your hooves this day. For if that day should come to pass, as keeper of the ancient laws, my wrath shall be fierce and terrible.”
“He is all we have ever wanted,” Swoon Song said, still keeping her head bowed. “I will keep his trust as dear as my own life.”
“I would rather cut off my own horn than hurt him,” Dear Darling vowed. Fond Feather tried to groan something in the affirmative as well, but it would be long minutes yet before the power of speech was hers again.
“I will hold you to that,” Luna said, and then her expression brightened. “On a lighter note, it is my pleasurable duty to inform all of you that, inasmuch as you have properly invoked Amarezonian law, the four of you are now legally Amarezonian, a protectorate of Equestria.”
“Um, thank you, Your Highness?” Swoon Song said.
“Do not thank me so quickly, impetuous mare,” Luna said, as her smile became enigmatic. “As your stallion now belongs and is bound to you, so too do you three belong and are bound to the Chieftess of the Amarezonian Tribe. I will have Daring Do come by as soon as she is able, to collect her due.”
Author's Note
This story was gleefully inspired by the cover image and took longer than I thought it would to write. i really need to move away from things related to bridles, don't I? 
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