The Consensual Kink Collection

by Manifest Harmony

Dinner at the Lunar Belle, by Brony-Wan-Kenobi (Food Play, Bondage)

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Author's Note

Written by the acclaimed veteran CTS author, Brony-Wan-Kenobi, who has written two entries in the CTS universe, Hunter's Moon and Hunter's Catch. If you haven't already, go visit his page and follow him to make sure you don't miss out on more of his CTS works!

Featuring the editing talents of: Javarod and Silent Whisper

Contains: Bondage, Food Play


Dinner at the Lunar Belle, by Brony-Wan-Kenobi (Food Play, Bondage)

It was well past midnight and, within the vast halls of the Clocktower Society East, many of its occupants were keeping themselves busy as they indulged themselves on the various kinks. There was no shortage of subs writhing in ecstasy as all of their holes were filled while using the Tentacle Pit. Doms were moving about the Slave Pens, looking over the many red and white collared subs that may wish to be theirs for the remainder of the evening. Those within the Hunting Grounds, the City, and the Slums were all moving about in non-consensual play. The Cum Dumps were packed with doms as the filled up the sub’s holes, using them as nothing more than mere objects while they were bound.

While all of those were tempting places to go to, Hunter and his beloved sub Moondancer had a different… appetite for this evening. The brown thestral and his adorkable unicorn were currently in an area that so resembled the City, their favorite area to be in, but was different in so many ways. All around there were shops and café’s that all had that Clocktower touch to them. In many of them, hanging upside down in the windows, were subs tied up in various ways that showed them off in the most erotic ways. Another shop also had bound subs, but they were kept in metal frames that kept them forced still in lewd poses that only a mask wearing dom could alter. Let’s not forget about the Clocktower sex toy shops, looking more like toy stores for young colts and fillies. These places sold the top of the line Clocktower BDSM gear and other sexually related toys that made the ones that were sold to the general public look tame.

On one of this area’s many streets the couple found themselves standing at the gates of a fancy eating area. At first glance it would have looked like one of the posh outdoor restaurants that one would find in Prance or Canterlot with the mouthwatering scent of Itstallion cooking filling the air. Just one whiff told Hunter that he would get a meal that would put nearly any restaurant on Restaurant Row to shame. Not that that was saying much but still. And, of course, since this was an establishment within the Clocktower Society it came with its own kink that anyone passing by could clearly see.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” asked Hunter quietly into Moondancer’s ear, tugging at the leash that was connected to her black collar to keep her close. “This’ll be different than what we’ve done before.”

“Well,” began Moondancer, her face red as she watched one of the patrons eating his meal off his ‘plate’. “I-I know you’ve wanted to try this place out for a while now. And I’m up to a-a little variety every now and then.”

Hunter opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when they heard the rapid ringing of a bell. Hunter, Moondancer, and every other creature in the area turned their heads to where the sound of a bell just kept on ringing while sobbing filled the air. Various patrons rose from their seats, boding pointing in the direction of a panicked stricken dom who realized too late he had gone too far. Guards and Den Mothers quickly arrived to help the sobbing sub, leading her to closest Den Mother’s Den along with the dom who was apologizing repeatedly.

As everydom took their seats once more, Hunter gave Moondancer another look. “Still sure you want to try this?” he asked.

Moondancer bit her lower lip for a moment and then nodded. “I trust you master,” she said firmly while her face reddened. “With my heart, my mind, and my body. I know that they are safe with you.”

For a moment Hunter said nothing. He could tell that there was a part of her that was unsure about this and he could not blame her for that. Because of that uncertainty, Hunter was less willing to bring her into the restaurant. Yet, she was saying that she was trusted him to take care of her. To make sure she wouldn’t get hurt while trying something new. Even something that might cause her some hesitation.

“Very well,” he whispered into her ear. “We shall dine here. But I will be watching you closely my dear slave. If you are not honest with me, if I think for a moment you might be avoiding using your bell, we will leave. Is that understood?”

“Oh yes master!” cried a happy Moondancer before Hunter tugged on the leash. Together they walked to the entrance where a serving mare was stationed. She wore a red vest that matched her red studded collar, signaling that she was owned by the Society.

“Welcome to Lunar Belle,” the serving mare said while making a bow, her flank raised high into the air while moving her tail out of the way so all those behind her may see her abused holes. “Where we hope that your sub’s bell never rings. May I ask if this if your first time here?”

“It is,” replied Hunter honestly.

“Very well then,” she said while picking out a menu that had the word ‘Beginner’ written in fancy letters on the cover. “Will you be requiring one of our own plates? We have a very wide selection that you may choose from. Or would you prefer to use your own?”

“I’ll use my own,” replied Hunter with a grin.

“Excellent,” said the mare, turning as she did. “Please follow me.” As Hunter and Moondancer began to walk through the restaurant, neither one of them could fail to notice something about this mare. With each step she took, her tail sashayed to reveal a bit sized crystal anal plug in her backdoor.

Before they could notice anything else, they had arrived at what Hunter had to assume was their table. From where he was standing the table looked like a painter’s pallet that had been split in two with a seat placed in the middle. The seat honestly reminded him a bit of the devices he’d seen in the Cum Dumps meant to hold the submissive while the dom remained standing. Only this one was more curved. There were also lavish cushions set in front of the table. Looking around quickly, Hunter noticed that all the doms here were sitting on these cushions like a Saddle Arabian sultan.

At once, the serving mare went to work, moving Moondancer onto the seat. Like Hunter had guessed, Moondancer was positioned with her rear pointing in the air while her head was fitted snuggly at the bottom. As Hunter took his place, it was hard not to notice that the way this was situation allowed Moondancer an optimal amount of room to worship his cock. As the serving mare closed the table so that it became one, making it so that only Moondancer’s lower body was visible, he could feel her warm breath against his balls and the base of his shaft. Once the table was locked into place, the serving mare began to lock both Moondancer’s hind legs to the table via her hoof bands. The same was done with her tail, pulling it to the opposite end of the table so that her two lower holes were fully exposed.

After the serving mare tested to make sure that Moondancer’s legs were secure and couldn’t move, she pulled out the finishing touches. The first were a pair of clover clamps that bit into Moondancer’s folds causing her to cry out. With very little mercy, the serving mare took the cables hanging from the clamps and connected them to his subs legs, effectively keeping Moondancer’s foal hole open. It was then that the serving mare pulled out crystal anal plug much like the one she was wearing. The mare reached into a pocket on the inside of her vest and pulled out a onetime use packet of Clocktower Society Mare Cum Lube which she opened before smearing it all over the plug. Once everything in the packet was spent, the mare inserted the toy into Moondancer’s rear earning a gasp of shock. Looking at it, Hunter could clearly see the words ‘Press for Service’ written in bright letters on the plug.

“Please take your time and look over the menu,” said the serving mare as she bowed low again. “You may summon me or any of the other serving mares whenever you desire anything.”

As the mare left, Hunter glanced around to see what everydom around him was eating before opening his own menu. Just by glancing at it, he could see that his options were far more limited. Still, a good sampler of things to be should he wish it.

Right as he was about to make his choice, the feeling of a tongue moving across his sack caught his attention. With a playful frown that he knew she couldn’t see, Hunter swatted her folds which were desperately trying to wink at him.

“Not yet slave,” said Hunter as he felt Moondancer’s tongue leave him. “Wait until the food gets here.”

“But master,” whined Moondancer from below. “I’m hungry now for my favorite meal. Please, allow me to pleasure you so that I may receive your divine cream.”

“You shall only have it when I allow you to,” ordered Hunter firmly, swatting her cunt harder this time as he felt the tip of her tongue against his coat.

In less than a minute, Hunter knew what he wanted to get. He was about to raise a hoof in order to get the serving mare’s attention, but the crystal anal plug caught his attention. Hunter wondered if it would work, but then shook his head with a grin. Of course it would work! At everything he had seen since becoming a member it was almost silly to think otherwise. Without anymore hesitation, Hunter reached forwards and pressed the anal plug.

As the anal toy went deeper into his subs rectum, Hunter watched in amazement as it began to glow red before becoming slightly warmer and vibrating. At the same time, he heard several gasps followed by moaning from all of the service mares in the area. Below the table, he could feel Moondancer breathing heavily as her head thrashed back and forth slightly. For a brief moment, Hunter let go to find that when he did the glow of the crystal faded while sliding back up as if on its own power. Smirking now, Hunter took hold of the plug again and, like a foal finding a bell at a hotel desk, began to press on it over and over again.

Eventually, a different serving mare approached him. Like the one who had lead him to the table, she too was wearing a red vest the matched not only her collar but also the blush on her face. Biting her lower lip and her tail pressed against her ponut, she moved slowly to his side before stopping. Anydom in the area could smell her arousal.

“Have you decided what you would like sir?” she asked in a timid voice.

“Yes,” replied Hunter as he hoofed over the menu. “I’ll have the spaghetti and hay balls with the alicorn mane pasta.”

“As you desire,” said the mare with a bow. Then, without another word, she trotted away. When she returned a moment later it was with a dining cart full of the ingredients to make Hunter’s dish. There was a small bowl of cool, thin strands of pasta as well as another bowl full of warm looking hay balls, each the size of a bit. There was also a plastic bag that reminded Hunter of something he had seen a baker use to decorate a cake. Only, he doubted that the red sauce in it was frosting.

The serving mare worked swiftly to prepare Hunter’s meal, starting with the sauce. She took the plastic bag and placed it within Moondancer’s exposed cunny. As soon as it was inside, the serving mare began to apply pressure to the bag so that it would shoot the sauce into the empty birthing hole. Moondancer let out a loud gasp followed by a series of pants that started to make Hunter worried. Her bell wasn’t ringing nor had she said the safe word, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about her. Quickly he peaked up the table only to breathe a sigh of relief. Moondancer’s eyes were closed and she was breathing quicker than normal, but there were no tears leaking for her closed eyes nor were her teeth gritted.

When Hunter righted himself, he saw that Moondancer’s pussy was now full of the sauce and the bag had been put away. Now the serving mare was placing the noodles down Moondancer’s legs causing them to twitch slightly. Once that was completed, several hay bales were placed around her open petals along with two breadsticks. With her work finished, the serving mare bowed down low before departing again.

Licking his lips, Hunter picked up a fork that had been left there. “Ok slave,” said Hunter softly as he moved the fork over to the middle of her left leg. “Let’s eat.” As Hunter lowered the fork he felt Moondancer’s lips wrap around one of his balls and began to suck on it. The needy mare’s mouth was like a vacuum so powerful that he almost stabbed her leg. Almost.

With the greatest of care, Hunter made sure that fork pressed against her with enough force so that she could feel it. And he was rewards by hearing her gasp and her leg twitch slightly before he continued to swirl the instrument around. Once he had collected enough pasta, all balled up at the end of his fork, he smirked before bringing it over to where the sauce was. In a quick motion he plunged the noodles into her cunt, thrusting in and out several times causing Moondancer to release him again so that she could cry out. It was only when he felt that his food had been coated well enough did he bring it to his mouth.

The taste was simply divine. The noodles had been cooked to perfection and the sauce complemented it perfectly. It was warm, just about the same temperature as a pony’s body as to not hurt the sub filled with it. What made it even better was that he could still taste that wonderfully, unique flavor of Moondancer which he oh so loved.

“I thought you were hungry,” said Hunter after he had swallowed, noticing the lack of effort on Moondancer’s part. He then swatted Moondancer with his fork near her exposed clit, causing her to flinch again with a gasp. “I guess you were lying to me like a bad slave. And a bad slave is sent to bed without anything to eat.”

“I-I’m not a bad slave,” exclaimed Moondancer as she quickly went back to work on Hunter’s balls, loudly licking them and coating them with her saliva.

“We’ll see,” replied Hunter as he moved the fork over to one of the hay balls. With this he had to be extra careful since they were a bit harder to pierce and, if he used too much force, he might end up hurting his nerdy sub in the process. Moondancer twitched slightly at the pressure but did not stop in her own effort of food as she showered his ball with utter devotion.

In time, Hunter managed to get the food onto his fork without hurting his plate. Like with the noodles, Hunter began to thrust it into her cunny with must gusto. Unlike with the noodles, the hay ball he had secured was a bit rougher and thicker. Hunter could feel the vibrations in his sack before he heard her cry out. Her legs twitched, or at least tried to if the restraints were holding her in play. His heart began to race slightly, fearing that all this might cause his sub to accidently clench her jaw with his sperm maker in her mouth. Yet it did not. Moondancer had instead taken his words to heart, showing how much she wanted to have her belly filled with his foal making cream.

“Much better,” said Hunter after he took a bite out of his food. He then shuffled in his seat in order to back his hips away from Moondancer’s mouth. His sub let out a cry of distress at his that quickly turned into a squeal of joy at seeing her master’s rod move forwards. Looking under the table, Hunter watched as his member moved into her open mouth before it closed around him. At once he felt her tongue wrap around it while feeling her shudder and moan at the taste. With the skills she had learned from many erotic books and their sessions both here within the Society as well as home, she began to suck while making lewd slurping sounds. He could hear the rattle of her glasses as they fell to the floor and, thankfully, there was no shattering noise.

From there, both dom and sub began to feast. As Hunter ate the food off of Moondancer’s body he would tease her with the end of the fork from time to time. He would lightly poke her body with enough force that she felt it and gasp, but never to the point where she might bleed. He would run the metal close to her clit, running it next to the sensitive bundle of nerves causing her to shriek around his cock. A few times he spotted the sauce begin to overflow, running down her body and onto the table telling him that she had cum. Well that as well as both the taste of Moondancer began to overpower the sauce and the fact that the said sauce was starting to appear a bit runnier.

Below, he could feel Moondancer as she tried her best to suck out her own meal. However, this was made somewhat difficult due to her confinement as well as her position which kept her from putting as much effort into her worship as she normally would. Moondancer simply didn’t have the leverage nor the ability to bob her head, leaving her with only a few motions she could do. Extremely pleasing motions that were keeping Hunter on the edge, but right enough to push him over.

But there was a way to fix that. After setting his fork on the table, Hunter began to thrust his hips back and forth. Each motion sent his cock deep into her now well trained throat. The glarping noises she made spurred him on as well as the sight of her cunt trying to wink at him despite the clamps which held it open. He could see with his mind’s eye the bulge in her throat and her own eyes rolling into the back of her head as she waited for her reward.

As Hunter continued, he looked around at the other doms. Some were doing as he was, finishing their meals by plowing into their subs. Others had brought multiple subs, using the extra one to hold glass upon or to have them pleasure their own rods as they leaned back so much that the restrained sub was licking their asshole. Many were still eating off of their plates, including a griffon who was carefully cutting meat resting on his subs legs with the greatest of care.

Before Hunter could notice anything else, he closed his eyes as his orgasm exploded while pulling out of her throat. A blast of cum was sent directly into her stomach while three more filled Moondancer’s mouth. His adorkable sub let out a content hum as he felt her tongue move about her mouth so, savoring the flavor.

“Are you finished,” said a voice next to Hunter. The thestral opened his eyes to see a new serving mare next to him.

“Yeah,” replied Hunter as he pulled his dick out of Moondancer’s mouth.

“I hope you enjoyed your meal,” said the serving mare happily as she began to levitate the table and Moondancer into the air while at the same time handing Hunter the check. “Please take this up to the front. In order for use to gauge how much you enjoyed yourself tonight, please make sure to set your phaser to the appropriate setting. The lower the setting the lower your enjoyment.”

“Is that ok?” asked Hunter who really, really enjoyed himself this evening.

“Don’t worry, she loves the higher settings!” replied that serving mare with a grin. “That’s why she was put out front to begin with! The rest of us can’t handle the really painful stuff like she can. So go on and while you’re pay, we’ll make sure your plate is nice and clean for you free of charge. We hope you dine here again!”

As the serving mare turned to leave, Hunter noticed Moondancer’s fallen glasses. Carefully he picked them up and inspected them to ensure they weren’t damaged. After he was satisfied, Hunter began to head to the front while thinking of a more proper meal for Moondancer. He also wondered how take out worked here, but that was something for anything visit.

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