Author's Note

Written by veteran CTS author and lorepon,
Seraphem, author of two previous entries in the CTS universe featuring our favourite moonbutt including Luna's Guide to Pleasing Your Master and Lunar Ravishing. Be sure to give him a follow to make sure you don't miss his next entry in the CTS Luna Saga!

Featuring the editing talents of: Pretty Penne (who got lots and lots of belly rubs for her work) and Silent Whisper

Contains: Bondage, gangbang, spit-roasting, mare on mare action, Cult initiation via ritualistic sex, and a princess being petulant.

Moonlight Initiation by Seraphem (Bondage, gangbang)

The mare stumbled, her hoof catching on an uneven flagstone. Before she had time to recover on her own, the ropes attached to her harness were tugged, nearly causing her to fall on her face. The stallions leading her into the cathedral had already made clear that they would drag her to her fate if need be. She only remained on her hooves thanks to the guards stopping in front of the huge wooden doors into cathedral giving her time to regain her balance without being marched forward.

One guard raised a hoof and struck the door, three loud, powerful bangs sounding out through the otherwise still night in a steady, measured beat. The deep echoes made clear just how vast the space behind them was. As the reverberations faded away the doors parted, swinging silently inward, the stallions resuming their march forward. As she passed through the open portal, it swung shut with a loud, hollow boom, sealing her inside, trapping her with these ponies, sealing her fate.

She looked around nervously, the massive hall grander and more intimidating than it had appeared when she had spied down from above the night before. It was also far quieter; no moans of passion, no screams of pain, no cries of pleasure, no sounds of flesh striking flesh and thick fluids dripping and flooding out of bodies to splash on the ground. Instead there was only the occasional hushed whisper, the faint sound of cloth brushing on cloth. A small, muffled cough loud enough to make her jump.

She finally focused her gaze on those around her, the sea of ponies she was being dragged further and further into. She was lead down a narrow aisle that held vast expanses of grey cloaked bodies on either side of the aisle, forms she knew from what she had seen were ponies -both mare and stallion- concealed beneath their robes. Only the occasional hint of a shadowed face could be seen, as nearly all of them also wore some form of mask.

Step by step she walked between the cultists, feeling their eyes boring into her. They made her feel exposed, vulnerable, helpless, even without the coarse ropes steadily dragging her to the front of the cathedral, forcing her to obey, leaving her no choice. The lights were dim, only a few faint glow stones set along the walls shining a meager light on the assembled ponies, along with two small, glowing braziers on either side of the altar that was getting closer with each step. The single largest source of illumination came from the grand, domed skylight, the same one that, just the night before, she had looked through and seen the things that had led her to this fate. The massive glass dome that even now cast a majestic, argent disc of moonlight at the front of the assembly, slowly but steadily making its way towards the altar.

She shivered as she was led into that pool of steady, unwavering light. She almost thought she felt a presence within that soft glow, something calm, soothing, gentle. A force of peaceful repose, yet one that also held a promise of unstirred passions, that seemed to ask her to to allow it to fan the small, smoldering embers of her desires into a massive conflagration of passion.

All of that faded the moment her unwavering progress towards her fate led her from that magnificent wash of ephemeral beauty. Replaced by the sudden fear and worry as she saw they had reached the end of the procession. Before her stood the altar, a brilliant white stone, with deep, smooth depressions that she could see were made to perfectly cup and hold a pony in place upon it. The guards turned, confirming her suspicions as they unclipped the ropes from her harness, firmly pushed her into place, grabbed her legs, and forced them into the grooves. As each one settled, a loud clank broke the silence, cold, metal restraints snapping shut, trapping her. In the end, she was sprawled on her belly, her rear pointed towards the assembly, her legs spread. The dock ring she’d had forced on her before the trip started prevented her from having the slightest bit of modesty.

The stallions moved back, taking up stations at either side and snapping to attention as another figure approached from the shadows, a tall, slender pony, robed in white. The way the hood tented over her made clear she was a unicorn while her to to make out a cream colored muzzle under the shadows, She sashayed forward, stopping just in front of the bound mare, looking her over quickly before lifting her head and addressing the congregation. “Mine brothers and sisters! Rejoice! Tonight We are gifted once more with an interloper, an outsider whose mettel We shall put to the test! We shalt see if she is worthy of possessing our secrets! This poor soul intruded on our sacred ceremonies! Violated our sanctity! Now the time has come to pass our judgement upon her! Will the awakening fires consume her, leave her naught but an empty shell, reduced to mindless cravings? Or will it temper her into a vessel for our use? We shall find out. Brothers and sisters, do not hold back, test this new one to the limit! Make her prove and earn her worthiness to theeas she endures the secrets she has stolen from us!”The priestess lifted one foreleg free of the robes, pointing at the approaching pool of radiant light. “The moment the great circle of our Mistress’ light touches the altar, thou mayst approach. Thou wilt have until the last argent beam of glorious moonlight has passed her by to work upon her. To push her till she is either broken or tempered!” She looked down at the mare. A ring gag moving to hover in front of the bound captives face. “Any final words? Speak now, for they shall be the last words thou wilt ever utter in this life. Should thou be able to speak again, it will be as a new being.”

The mare shook her head. She had no idea what to say. Nothing she could do would stop this, or save her. She had no idea what else might be said. She felt her jaw pried open by magic, the gag quickly stuffed into place, the priestess apparently not wishing to wait longer and taking her shake as all that was needed.

She heard shuffling behind her, but was unable to look back. She could only imaging what was going on, could only picture the ponies getting closer, the robes opening, revealing the instruments about to be used on her. She moaned, whined, helpless, so close to the end of her old life, unable to stop anything, and not certain she would want to.

Her whimpering turned into a long, gasping cry as she felt the divine light touch her, filling her with the same energy, the same calming promise as before. She barely had time to consider this before hooves landed hard on the stone to either side of her, the first stallion to test her taking his place. She felt his rigid breeding spear poking her rear, shifting, moving as he sought his prize, sought the tight, untouched flower she had hidden for so long.

Caring nothing for her desires to have saved herself for her special somepony, nothing of easing her into this, seeking only to quench the burning lust the moonlight ignited in him, he drove his hips forward, making the mare scream as her innocence was ripped away, her body made to experience its first taste of its new purpose.

Tears leaked down her cheek, her scream quickly turned into a moan as the initial pain faded, replaced by a building sense of pleasure. She could feel her foal-hole being spread wide, straining to accept its first virile stallion cock, aching, painful, and yet giving her a sense of fullness and completion she’d never noticed she’d been missing before. Over and over, again and again the stallion drove his mighty pillar of flesh into the whimpering, crying, moaning, writhing mare. Relentlessly sculpting her body into a vessel for others’ enjoyment.

The pain and pleasure mixed, leaving her unable to tell which was which. She was overwhelmed by it all. Or thought she was, until the stallion cried out, slamming hard into her body, his virile scepter of lust throbbing inside of her tight depths. A moment later, she felt the first heavy, hot, thick rush of a stallion’s seed pouring into her body, forever marking her, claiming her, making her what she has accepting she was always meant to be. She screamed louder than before, but now in pure pleasure, desire, lust, passion.

A sudden emptiness overtook her, turning her screams into needy, plaintive whimpers as the thick, throbbing rod of passion that had broken her and made her realize her true calling was removed. She knew she could no longer feel complete without some thrusting, driving breeding spear spreading her marehood wide. The feeling of his seed still inside her, leaking down her legs, was not nearly enough to sate that need.

She didn’t have long to wait however, as another stallion was already mounting the alter, driving his own cock deep into her body, her already ravished and no longer virginal tunnel accepting it with ease. She ignored the dull ache of her still sore and over stretched flesh under the pure pleasure and rightness of the feeling of being filled once more.

She looked up as a shadow fell over her face, her eyes locking on a third glorious instrument of submission. Her first close look at a stallion’s glory cut short as he drove it forward, sliding it through the ring of her gag and into her mouth. After a moment of shock at this all new violation of her body, her tongue moved up, licking along the heavy shaft, the taste like nothing she’d ever experienced. Heavy, musky, salty, but with a wild hint of something indescribable. Her tongue lashed all over the treat it had been given, not working to please it, simply seeking to touch and taste as much of it as possible, her wild, passionate actions making the stallion claiming her lips moan.

The two glorious shafts began to work in and out of her body, her mind nearly shutting down from the overwhelming sensation. The cock in her mouth made small, gentle motions, pushing right till she felt it start to slide into her throat before receding, while the one behind her hammered into her body relentlessly, the stallion claiming his pleasure from her body. When the cock in her mouth flared, she barely noticed ‘til the first heavy wave of cum filled it. She struggled to swallow, to accept the gift of his seed, to not spill any of it as more and more was pumped into her. Too much; she could feel it leaking out of her mouth and down her chin. The stallion eventually pulled out, letting her watch as a thick rope of jizz erupted from the tip of the magnificent maleness to splatter across her muzzle.

A new shaft replaced it quickly, this one actually pushing till her throat was full of succulent meat. A sudden emptiness descending on her nethers as the second stallion pulled out, the mare too caught up in what was going on in front of her to notice she’d been filled with yet another load. Rather than a heavy thump of hooves landing on the altar and feel of a rigid cock penetrating her cunt, she felt a small, almost dainty muzzle nuzzling her abused, leaking, sore marehood. A mare!? A moment later a long, energetic tongue probed into her depths. She tried to gasp, only for it to be muffled by the cock still sliding down into her throat. She was being touched, licked, by another mare!? This was wrong, it wasn’t right, a mare should not cause such perverse pleasure to another mare… and she definitely shouldn’t be enjoying it this much. The sheer depravity of it, combined with the expert skill of whoever it was behind her, caused her entire existence to become nothing but an endless moment of sheer bliss. Her second orgasm eclipsed the transcendent ecstasy of the first as everything was overshadowed by the feeling of being used, violated, licked, fucked, forced to accept that this was who she was, what she wanted.

Everything after that blurred together, the mare no longer able to count how many times she was used, how many cocks filled her mouth or marehood, how many loads of thick, sweet, delicious cum she was forced to milk. How many times a mare took her, forced her to press the gag against a cum-filled slit and lick. All while the moonlight, the sacred, energizing moonlight slid over her. Reassuring her this was right, this was who she was, who she’d always been, what she’d always wanted, allowing her to admit it, to see it. She was meant to be a vessel for others’ passions, a willing slave to the needs of these glorious ponies.

The circle of moonlight was nearly past, just the lower portion still illuminating her head and shoulders. She was alone, the ponies using her having stepped back to where she couldn’t see them. The priestess moved over to her, the mare barely able to see a smile on her shadowed muzzle. “There is yet time for one final test, one last chance to have thy body and mind pushed, the limits of thy previous life destroyed. Prepare thyself little one.”At a nod from the tall, robed mare, hooves slid along the altar, another master mounting her. Rather than the expected feeling of her dripping, cum filled breeding tunnel being violated again, the thick shaft pressed on her tight, puckered tail-hole. She squealed, her eyes going wide, but she was too exhausted to struggle. She could feel something cold and slippery coating the shaft, easing it in as the stallion drove his hips down, but it did little to ease the pain of having her final illusion of innocence removed, having her last untouched orifice turned into another hole for her masters to fuck.

She cried out: moaning, screaming, they were indistinguishable to her now. Inch after inch, the final instrument of her transformation invaded her body, violated her form, debased her very soul. The whole time the enigmatic priestess looked on, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.

With a grunt the stallion hilted, his balls slapping wetly against her slit. Allowing her no reprieve, he began to rut her, his shaft hammering at her hole, plunging in again and again. Endless pain and pleasure welled up from her abused body. As the last of the moonlight slid from the tip of her muzzle, the ‘test’ ended, the stallion filling her final hole with seed, ensuring it would forever be nothing more to her but another sheath in which her masters or mistresses may hilt their cocks and toys. Her body was too exhausted to cum hard again, butshe still moaned and shook from the sensation.

All too soon it ended, the stallion withdrawing, leaving a panting, shivering, cum filled and jizz stained mare lying alone on the altar, still pinned in place. The Priestess approached, a tap of her hoof on the stone causing the binding to snap open. She bent down, removing the gag and setting it aside. One hoof gently traced down the mare’s cheek, sliding under her chin to lift her face up. “You have done well, little one.” Leaning down, she kissed the formerly bound mare lightly on the lips. “You have accepted your role, your true self, passed through the fires of passion and emerged tempered. The pony you were is dead, gone. It was merely a lie, a shell to hide the true beauty of your truth from those that would hate and fear it. Now, it is gone, cast off. Welcome to your new home, your new family, and your new life. Welcome to the Moonlight Society.”

“What dost thou think, Mi Amore?” Luna looked over at the pink alicorn, a wide smile on her muzzle and a sparkle of enjoyment in her eyes.

Cadance sighed and shook her head. No matter what issues might arise while helping her new aunt adjust to modern life and return to the Clocktower Society, she could never fault Luna’s enthusiasm. Even if it could be misplaced at times. “Well, honestly? That sounded really fun and was incredibly hot..” She managed to keep her voice level, giving no hint of just how exciting she found Luna’s little story to be, nor how much her mind wandered during her aunt’s excitable recitation. Though, she couldn't help but push her rump a bit harder into the cushion she was sitting on, feeling a wet spot spread across the fabric.

As Luna beamed, Cadance sighed again, dropping the other horseshoe. “But no, it is not going to be something that will ever be used instead the regular application and enrollment forms.” One wing gestured at the piles of such paperwork scattered around the bed her aunt was laying on. The primary registration book sat open in the center of it all, opened to a point just before the halfway mark.

Luna’s grin turned into a rather adorable pout. “Fie! And why not? Such an act would be far more pleasurable and better indication of a pony’s ability and devotion than this tiresome scribe work!”

Cadance made sure her aunt was glaring at the offending paperwork and not at her before rolling her eyes, though she still maintained a small hint of a smile on her muzzle. “There are a number of reasons that wouldn’t work and you know it. You can’t just toss somepony into a situation like this and expect them to know how to handle it safely. Yes the paperwork is tedious, but it has a purpose.”Luna let out an aggravated moan, roughly shoving a random pile of paper away with her hoof. “Thou are not wrong Mi Amore, but it does not make this drudgery any more palatable. Nor change Our preference for how such things used to be handled.”

Cadance got up off her cushion, making her way towards the bed. She let her magic gently spread out around the room, searching, looking for what she suspected would be- Ah! The gentle smile on her muzzle grew into a grin as her eyes sparkled at finding what she was looking for. “Auntie, there are a few things wrong with that. The biggest being what you described was never how things were handled.” She reached the edge of the bed, holding up a hoof to silence the other alicorn’s reply before it started. “I know this, because; one, I’ve read through a great deal of the Den Mother archives and saw nothing even close to that, and, two-”

Her magic gripped the small item she had found tucked under Luna’s pillows, pulling the book out from it’s hiding spot and letting it hover next to her. “A Cult of Passion is one of my favorite Heart Song stories, so I know exactly where you got that scene from.” She pursed her lips and paused for a moment before continuing. “Though I do have to admit the embellishments you added were a nice touch, especially that description of the moonlight’s effects on her.”

It took nearly all of her self control to keep from breaking out in fits of laughter at Luna’s reaction. Even though Luna’s coat had been steadily getting darker over the last few weeks, it was not dark enough to hide the furious blush spreading across her cheeks, which only made it harder for Cadance to keep a calm expression, her aunt looking like a pet that had just got caught doing something it knew was wrong. When Luna spoke, her voice was quieter, lacking the dramatic flair from before. “Thou speaks true. However, We were referring to how it used to be the purview of scribes to perform such menial tasks.”“Oh!” Cadance was glad her own coat was likely to hide the small flush she felt creeping over her face. “Sorry. There really aren’t many scribes left. I mean there are some yes, though they mostly copy ancient texts into newer, less about to turn to dust tomes and the like. They fell out of common use once most ponies could read and write.” She climbed up onto the bed, nestling down next to her aunt and running her teeth through Luna’s mane. “Just focus on the reward at the end. Once you get this done, I know a place in the Society where we can easily set up that exact little scenario.”

Luna sighed, twisting just enough to look at Cadance without disturbing her work. “Mi Amor- Cadance. Tis barely hyperbole to claim that We- I. I wouldst rather be tied down helplessly in the heart of the Everfree and have mineself used for the relief of a pack of alpha timberwolves than continue with these accursed pieces of parchment right now.”

Cadance let a mischievous gleam slip into her eyes as she made a show of thinking. “You know, we can set up you going through exactly what you described easily enough as well.”The shocked, but also rather excited look on Luna’s face finally made Cadance break, she let out a long peal of laughter, wrapping a wing around the other Princess in a quick hug. As she finally got the laugher under control she shook her head. “You should see the look on your face. But, I get it, you need a break. Why don’t we just finish up this one section, you only have two pages left, then we’ll take a break and work on getting you caught up with modern times instead. There is this thing called a ‘triple layer, peanut butter fudge and rocky road ice cream sundae’ that will more than make up for the loss of scribes.”