Author's Note

Written by our resident kinkbug, Silent Whisper, who is presently in the process of writing her own independent entry into the CTS universe. Be sure to give her a follow to make sure you don't miss her story when it hits the shelves!

Featuring the editing talents of about half of the Society's members, with major contribution from Pretty Penne, Manifest Harmony, Fuzzy Fabricator, Seraphem and Axolu.

Contains lots of lewd snarky brattiness.

The Perfect Tour-ture by Silent Whisper (A Guided Tour of Clocktower Society)

“Hello and welcome to Clocktower! I’m Silent Whisper, and I’ll be handling your tour today! It’s nice to see all sorts of ponies here, as well as some griffons, ooh, and another changeling. Hello, there! You’re from Hive Tempest, aren’t you? How nice, I’ve heard good things about them. Now, follow me, and feel free to ask me anything you wish.”

“What was that? Oh no, for goodness sakes, I’m not going to chain you to the dungeons and let the big, scary doms use you for their pleasure. I’m not that mean. Not yet, at least. You’d have to ask nicely… while kneeling. What? No no no, not here! I meant later, dearie. Remind me later, alright?”

“Over here, we have the staircases. We’ll be going down the first level shortly, but first I’m delighted to show you around the main level. Congratulations, by the way, on being accepted into the Society. I’m glad the paperwork didn’t screw you over, unless that’s your thing. Hey, I don’t judge.”

“What– what are you doing? Hey, newpon, stop flirting with the members! Yes, that maid counts as a member, she works here... just like me.”

“And just like me, she isn’t getting paid for… what? Oh, nothing.”

“Now, to your left we have the different gift shops. Most of them sell novelty-type things, which is great, but if I were you I’d save up for toys that are more than novelty. I’ve heard CTRL has made one that looks like a featherduster, but feels like a wing. I suppose that’s as close as someponies get to ‘using the whole pegasus’, isn’t it? Their loss, I prefer the real thing.”

“Yes? A question? Ah, the changeling! So nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Misty Step? Nice name. Do you trip a lot? Get it, Missed-da-step, Misty Step, heh… nevermind. Couldn’t help it, honest.”

“That’s a great question! Depends on what type of ‘toy’ you’d like to be! I know some ponies are into that, literally. Heh, you give me that look, but I know plenty who are into it. Just ask my marefriend, she loves plushification. Aw, and she’s so cute as a snuggly plush, too. If you don’t like that, try being made art. There was this particularly pretty slavemare who was on display not too long ago. Ah, I can see that appeals to you over there, sir. I’ll get you in touch with her after the tour, feel free to give her a swish~”

“To the right, we have the viewing galleries, for all your voyeuristic needs. I– oh, hold on a moment. Sir! Ma’am! I think that counts as extreme play! Find a room with a drain please, and get a maid to clean that up. Sir, I didn’t think that much cum was possible, but now that’s a slipping hazard.”

“Ahem, where was I? Ah, yes, we’re now going down a level, and seeing some of the other wonderful places that Clocktower East has to offer! We’ve got the Slave Pens, Pet Town, the City… any takers? Yes to all three? We’d better hurry, then, if we want to see it all. Don’t forget to stay as group! So come quickly so that we can finish together. Heh, pun mostly intended.”

“Sir, what did I say about flirting with members? Step away from that pathetic cocksleeve and leave it be. You don’t know where it’s been. I mean, I do, I talked to its dom as it was being set up there this morning, but that’s beside the point. You’re on a tour, so keep walking, see the sights, and keep your cock to yourself.”

“Over here, we have the Slave Pens. Don’t they make the sweetest sound, moaning almost in harmony? I’ve heard you can buy the soundtrack in that gift shop. You’ve got to admit, it makes you all warm and wet inside and you just wanna reach into one of those cages and pull out a needy little slave to use all night long… No? It’s not just me, is it? Ah, good, yes, thank you, ma’am. I see you’re blushing, but that only means you were honest. Of course you can take one of those little toys out of their boxes to amuse yourself, but not on tour time!”

“Any questions as we head over to Pet Town?”

“You want to know about my collar? It’s black, with all three bands on it, and silver studs. Means I’m fine with almost anything, with pretty much anypony. I still have limits… at least a few of them…”

“You want to know if it’ll… what? If it’ll fit the throat bulge I’ll be getting when the stallions come to take turns on… ah. Mechanically, yes, the collars are padded, and will accommodate that. It doesn’t mean the stallions won’t feel the tight band press against their thick members as they ravage my throat. Does that answer your question? Hm, I can see by your blush that it does.”

“Yes? Another collar question? Oh, you were pointing at my sticker. Yes, for those in the back, it says ‘Head Bitch.’ It was a gift from a friend, and a title I wear proudly. I am a brat, and proud, and this is my self-appointed title. It’s a hierarchy made by ponies playfully teasing each other. If you ever meet a certain red-maned slave, what’s-his-name, Squeakins? He’s Bottom Bitch. Don’t worry, he likes it.”

“No, it does not mean that I am the bitch that’ll give head. On a completely unrelated note, don’t ask my Master whether or not I am willing to give head to anypony who asks. Because he’s mean and unfair and would totally make me tell the truth… right after he breaks me, and he’s already done that this week. I don’t have the stamina to stay up almost all night again. Thank you for your attention.”

“And up ahead, we have Pet Town, where a sub can be any animal they please. And I mean any. I’ve met this little pegasus who wished to be a bird, and now she sings for us all the time! She’s sweet as cherries, let me tell you that. Over to the right, we have the residential areas, for anypony who wants a genuine CTS pet experience, complete with doghouses, and stocks and pillories for when you’re in the doghouse. It’s nice. To the right we’ve got a dog park… yes, you have a question?”

“Yes, owners may fuck their pets in the park. In fact, we’ve had to reinforce some of the trees, because of how vigorously some good little pets get fucked against them. Not to mention that hanging-from-a-tree-limb blowjob thing some of those batponies are into doing… They’re now strong enough to hold up an alicorn princess, though I haven’t heard whether or not we’ve tested that rumor yet. I must say, I’m just thankful CTRL are so patient with the abuse our poor plants have gone through. On that note, I’ve heard a rumor that some ponies wish to be plants. I’m proud to say, here at CTS we don’t mind what you’d like to be. If you’ve got a fantasy, and it follows the whole safe, sane, consensual guidelines, we’ll do our best to fulfill it. Even if said fantasy is being a tree, which is, I must say, one of the few times you’d be grateful for morning wood. Heh.”

“What? Oh, yes, you can also be fucked by plants. Those are the tentacles, they’re not on the tour. I’m sure I know a few who’d be happy to show you where the pits are. I’ve heard it’s even become a ritual to throw newponies into them…”

“We’re moving on now, towards the City, a rape-play area that’s grown in popularity since- hey, you! What did I say about fucking the members? I don’t care what the box says, you’re on tour, you’re not to fuck the abandoned pet! Pay them no mind, everypony, if you’d like one you can always come back, there’s always a pet or four looking for a good home and a good rutting.”

“I swear, that newpony makes me want to stab somepony with a pen. You know, I’m sure there’s somepony who’s into that…”

“Any other questions as we make our way to the City? My my, there are quite a bunch of them. Alright, where to begin. You, little miss?”

“Yes, I know a changeling Queen here who enjoys that sort of thing. Eggs aren’t just for pegabirbs like yourself, after all, and laying them can be quite a transformative experience for just about any species… and any gender. Anypony else?”

“Diamond dogs? I’ve met a few. Taking them is knot too much of a problem, if you know how to prepare.”

“Yes, there are clothing fetishes, and places to cater to them, if you’re into that. I’ve met a few pretty fillies who are into diapers. Hey, I don’t judge that. I’ve also met a cute femcolt who enjoys ribbons wrapped around… pretty much everything. He’s an absolutely intimidating dom though, so long as he isn’t wearing a bow on his head! I jest, I jest, don’t tell him I said that.”

“Temperature play is most definitely a thing here! In fact, I’ve heard there’s a pony who’s partially made of fire! We’ve also got hellhounds here, and everything from ice to waxplay to electricity. I’ve heard, if you’re not expecting it, that experience can be quite shocking. Anypony? No? Look, if you wanted a tour guide that didn’t make jokes, you should have picked one who didn’t have a thing for punishment.”

“What? A vibrator? Where? That’s… you’re totally seeing things. There’s no vibrator in me, and that’s definitely not a perk of the job. Any buzzing noise you hear must be… bees. Kinky bees.”

“... Yes. Breezies, sure, blame it on them. There is a part of clocktower for those who like that sort of size difference. I, of course, have no size kink whatsoever. Hey, you! Stop your snickering.”

“Welcome to the City, everypony! There are cafes and shops and apartments and creepy alleyways and fenced-off roads and rape! Well, it’s all consensual. And the best part is, if you’re not a dom, there’s no map, so if you get lost, good luck. Of course, I know a few ponies who get lost on purpose, just to see what they can find. One of them found a sex cult, another found a factory… not that kind of factory, ma’am, please stop that humming! No, for your information, Cloudsdale does not have a branch of Clocktower. That would be a nightmare, besides, how would clouds be underground? Would they just be concealed by fog? Anyways, the City’s where most predator/prey play occurs… though if you want to really feel like prey, I’m sure there are dragons that can help with that.”

“For Celestia’s-- Sir. Her mouth. That cock. Out. Now. You’re on a tour, and… yes, she’s a red collar with silver studs, and yes, she’s whimpering now, and presenting quite nicely - looking good, darling, keep that tail flagged! - but you gotta let her go. We’ve got to complete the tour, back up at the visitor centre. We’re not allowed to let ponies just wander around anymore, not after what happened a few weeks ago. Oh, you didn’t hear? We had an important guest, some sort of nobility, and she never showed up for her tour. That poor mare who was missing her tour group got quite the lashing.”

“Lucky pony, I quite enjoy a good lashing, my- ah, Master turned up my vibra- um, the bees have gotten louder. Let’s move quickly back to the visitor centre, okay? Any other q-questions along the way?”

“Y-yes? Oh you can do wh-whatever you’d like after we’re done, okay? I’ve g-g-got to go tell Master why this was a b-bad idea…”

“Almost th-there, everypony. If anypony asked, you met your tour guide, and went on your tour, and nothing suspicious -hah- happened. I… what was that? Another question?”

“Oh, you. The troublemaker. What is it? We’re almost there, c-can’t you wait a little longer? I…”

“What? Am I a real tour guide? I… um… look, this was Master’s idea, okay? Not mine. Whatever they say, just… make it sound like I did her job, okay? Honestly, I did such a great job, SP-0872 should be thanking me, no matter what happens, no matter what wonderful punishment she’ll get when they find out I stole her tour group. I did her duty for her, and I d-did it much better than… hey, sir, back up please, I… Um, yes, my studs are silver, but…”

“You want me to present? Hmm… I might… but you see, if you remember from the tour, I am a bit of a bratty sub, and you’re just a new member. Think of this as a bit of a location pop-quiz, with a fun little twist.”

“You want me to submit? You’re just gonna have to catch me.”