As the sun rises, its rays fall through a window and falls upon a mare whose filthy coat looks like it used to be the color of bright, shiny red while her messy and limp mane and tail are a dirty pink. Red sleeves protrude from her back and a matching red leather collar rings her neck. Other than that she is completely naked atop a thin pile of dirty clothing she is using for a bed. With a pained groan she begins to stir, her muscles and joints painfully sore as she stretches out.

“CUM SLUT! ARE YOU SLEEPING IN AGAIN, YOU LAZY CUNT?”

Cringing at the sound of the angry voice coming from the kitchen, the mare stands up, whimpering at the pain shooting through her. The room she is in is actually a closet in her Master’s bedroom. Thankfully, the doors were left open, which is a rare occurrence. The closet is almost bare except for the thin layer of old mare’s clothes covering the hard wooden floor with slatted, folding doors and no light source. The room outside is sparsely furnished, with a basic, king sized bed along the far wall and a white wooden dresser stands opposite the bed.

With a painful whimper she gets down onto all fours, her knees on fire as she crawls as fast as she can, her joints screaming with each motion. It feels like forever, but she finally makes it to the kitchen, keeping her dulled, golden gaze fixed on the floor as a short, overweight unicorn stallion with a dull blue coat glares down at her, his hoof tapping furiously on the wooden floor.

“What took you so long this time, cunt? Nevermind, I don’t really care to hear your excuses right now.” Without any real care, the stallion drops an old, dingy bowl onto the ground, filled with an unappealing, lumpy slop that is a few days past its expiration date.

With a sickened look, the mare begins to eat, forcing the nasty mess down her gullet. After thirty minutes of impatient waiting, the stallion drags her roughly across the floor, her muzzle still covered in the mess.

Without another word he angrily grabs four belts. With unnecessary force, he yanks the scared mare’s limbs into a folded position and binds them tight enough to nearly cut off circulation. Whimpering, she tries to follow him as best she can after the hard yank on the leash causes the poor mare to fall onto her muzzle painfully.

W- what do I need to do to… to make him not punish me? I… I’m doing my best to please him, doesn’t… doesn’t he know that? The questions ring through the mare’s head as she is practically dragged down the harsh, wooden stairs covered rubber spikes, except for spots that perfectly match his hooves.

Despite her training and will, the mare breaks down as they reach the halfway point and her silence is broken by her sobbing, tears leaking down her filth covered cheeks. In annoyance, the stallion kicks her in the flank, causing her to tumble down the stairs and land into a heap.

“What have I told you, bitch? I don’t want to hear a single sound from you, no matter what. Now get your weak flank up, I need to put you on display, since that is the only thing you’re good for.”

The stallion gives her another kick, this time in her stomach, before dragging the mare to the window, facing the main street. With the same roughness as before, the mare is bound up in an uncomfortable position, blindfolded, gagged, deafened, and left there. An uncomfortably large plug is fitted into her ass, while her pussy is invaded by a dildo. Hanging from both toys are a pair of wires attached to a device, sending painful jolts of power through her body.

As the door gets unlocked, a small line of customers enter already, all of them known very well by the proprietor of the shop. Being regular visitors, they know the ritual required of them to spend some time with the decorative mare.

As the stallion watches the mare get raped throughout the day, he looks down under the desk, grinning at the sight that greets him. A unicorn mare is bound with her arms parallel with the bottom of the desk and a ring gag in her muzzle while wearing a purple collar around her neck. A spiked and buzzing vibrator is engulfed in her lower orifices as she eagerly gobbles his cock into her throat, gurgling happily around him.

The morning goes by slowly, with only around five or six customers having arrived, the red coated mare servicing four of them, and little product being sold. However, that does not stop the stallion’s smile, knowing the busiest time of day is late in the afternoon. With a groan at that thought, and the knowledge the worthless cunt on display will bring in more bits, he blasts a load of his seed into the unicorn mare’s throat, who drinks as much of it down as she can.

Seeing that it is close to lunchtime, he unbinds the pegasus, even removing her blindfold and earmuffs. “I’m going to go eat, cunt, and I loathe to let you work alone, but lunch is one of our busier times. If you do good enough, I may feed you tonight. But if I hear of a single complaint, you won’t be fed for a week, got it?”

The mare nods fearfully as her arms remain bound, but in a more comfortable position while the cuffs on her ankles are kept together with a short chain, limiting how fast she can move. Her ring gag, however, is still kept in place as cum leaks out of her mouth, pussy and ass to get stuck in and solidify in the fur on her chin, breasts and even her limply hanging tail. Why can’t I do good enough for him to treat me like he does the unicorn? At least she gets fed regularly and is allowed to sleep in a semi-comfortable bed. She watches sadly as her Master leads the other mare, who obediently crawls behind him with her arms and legs unbound, into the office.

While the mare is still lost in her thoughts, the door swings open and a caribou enters the shop - well-built but slender, well-dressed, probably just coming from work. His eyes fall on the mare, giving her a friendly smile with a hint of compassion.

“Hello, there. Is your Master at lunch?”, he asks the mare. “Should I come back later? Just give me a nod if I should leave and come back, or shake your head if you think I should stay and wait.”

Giving a quick shake of her head, the mare hobbles over to the desk unsteadily, nearly tripping a few times, but holds up a sign that asks if she can service him during his wait, or if he needs anything. As she waits for the answer, she shivers a little.

“Servicing me?”, the stag asks. “You can do that later. I would like to talk to your Master. If he is at lunch, I’ll wait for him, and have a look at the equipment while I wait.” He begins to walk around the shop, inspecting the assortment of bondage devices.

Fearful of what the stallion would do if the caribou wasn’t properly serviced, but equally fearful of going against the stag’s decision, she lets out a soft whimper while standing still, her dull, golden gaze falling on the floor. During the wait, any would-be customers outside notice the stag talking to the mare and decide it would be best to wait until he leaves.

The stallion eventually returns. “What, you scare away all the customers, you dumb cunt? There isn’- Oh, hello there, Sir. Welcome to my shop, Leather Paradise,”

Having exited the office stops midway to the mare, he is a bit surprised to see a strange, well kept stag browsing through his merchandise. “Is… is there anything you need help finding, Sir? Did my cum dump not offer you her services?” While asking the question, he glares at the mare, who whimpers and shrinks a little as the stallion advances.

“Well, I’m sure I’d appreciate it if you presented your wares to me, I might buy a few things - but I’ve actually already found something I would like to buy. Is that mare for sale?” The caribou points at the red-coated mare while the stallion’s gaze is still resting on her.

Both the stallion and mare look at the stag in shock, though the mare’s gaze also has a glimmer of hope in it. “Y- you want to… buy that slut?”, the shop owner asks. “Normally I would say no, but for you, I’ll sell her. However, I must warn you, she is clumsy and incompetent at everything, even pleasing males. Let me show you. Whore, bring us the various armbinders we have available.”

With a nod she hobbles to the furthest wall as best she can, the imbalance caused by the short chain forcing her to use the shelves to keep from falling over. Reaching her destination, she looks up, the binders hanging out of her current reach, though she still tries to get them. Too focused on her task, she falls hard onto her flank, the chain between her ankles tripping her up when she tries to take a step.

“I told you she is clumsy and incompetent”, the stallion said, then turning his attention to the mare. “Bitch! Is that any way to impress a stag? You’re embarrassing me! Now get the shit and get over here!”

Despite her attempts to get up, the shortness of the chains and the way they are attached ensure that the mare is not able to stand up on her own. With a sigh, the stallion looks at the stag, rubbing his forehead. “Are you sure you want to buy her?”

“So far, I haven’t seen anything that would disincline me”, the caribou responds.

As he watches the mare struggle to get back onto her hooves he shrugs. “Fine, twenty bits for her.”

“Twenty?”, the caribou asked, looking surprised and amused at the same time. Then, he chuckled softly. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you fifty. How does that sound?”

“Fifty? You really think she is worth that much? Not that I’m complaining, just a bit surprised. Sure, I’ll sell her for fifty bits.” The stallion walks around the counter and starts to type into the register. “But if I may make a suggestion, I’d recommend getting her some equipment as well. You don’t want to be embarrassed when you take her out in public.”

“Sure”, the caribou responded. “I already said I wanted to see your regular wares as well. Anything you can recommend in particular?”

“Well, for starters, I’d suggest an armbinder. Preferably one of the U- shaped ones. I’d also recommend the gag harness she has on, though in it’s current condition, I’ll give you a discount. It also includes a detachable blindfold.” He growls as he approaches the mare, fed with her inability to stand, and kicks her.

“Do you always kick around the wares you’re about to sell?”, the stag asks with a certain annoyance in his voice. “I would like to receive my purchase undamaged if possible.”

“How else are you going to motivate such lazy, ineffective creatures? They need to be continuously reminded of their place, you of all people should know that.” He folds his arms, a little annoyed at the stag’s interference but steps back, giving him some room.

The stag chuckles, then walks over to the mare. He reaches for her arm and gives it a small, gentle pull. “Stand up!”, he commands.

On shaky legs, the mare rises with the stag’s help, her head lowered as she emits a couple pained whimpers. Even with the difficulty she is having, she manages to stand up on her hooves, though unsteady.

The stag is still holding her arm - in a way that provides a certain stability. “You see?”, he asks the stallion. “No need to yell or to kick. All she needs is a clear command, and a little physical reminder of who’s in charge. Calmness wins over the female in no time.” He smirks.

“Hmph, you’re a bit soft… for a stag. If I had to guess, you are either an illusion, a changeling or a defected caribou. Until your bits are in my hand and pocket, she is still my property and I’ll treat her how I want to.” He looks at the stag in shock at his words, not really believing what he just heard.

As the mare stands there, it is clear she is in fact a little taller than the stallion, but not by much. Darker red spots appear in her fur, but despite her pitiful looking state, she nuzzles against her soon to be new Master in thanks.

“Did I give you permission to nuzzle me, mare?”, the stag asks. Then, he turns to the stallion. “I was giving you friendly advice, that is all.” He takes out his purse. “No idea where you would get such wild ideas. I have no clue what a ‘defected caribou’ is even supposed to be, but I’m definitely not a changeling. You can take a blood sample if you want. But okay - let’s get this over with. Here is your money for the mare. Now would you please show me your other wares?”

At the sharpness of his question, her ears flatten even more while her expression of hopefulness falls as she fights against the urge to take a step back so as not to be touching him without his permission.

“Sure, this way. And I don’t want to hear any complaints about the cunt being as worthless as I told you.” He pockets the coins and still a bit suspicious of your statement about defective caribou leads you over to the shelves displaying the various goods. “Here you go, right here are the armbinders. Again, I recommend the U-shaped ones.”

The stag grins. “Mh, these look lovely. What do you want for them?”

“Standard price is ninety bits for the basic U-shaped binders. But if you want higher quality, then they are going to cost you two hundred and fifty.” He points out the ones on the top. They look to be crafted out of better material and with better craftsmanship than the ones on the lower shelves.

The stag reaches up to get one of the better ones, then takes a good look at it. “I think I’ll take this one”, he says.

“Another item I’d recommend are a gag harness. The one she has on now is a cheap quality one, but from your earlier choice I’d recommend one of these,” He turns to the other mare in the break room, who is smiling happily, and gives her a couple hand signals. Quickly, she gets up and, knowing exactly what to look for, grabs a three different gags. Two of them are the basic ball or ring gag setups with high quality rubber or metal and leather.

The one that is different is made out of higher quality leather straps and includes snaps in a few places. Accompanying it is a ring gag, ball gag, panel, dildo gag, and even a blindfold and ear coverings. The mare stands there blissfully lost in her own world as the stallion grabs the third harness and demonstrates on a ponyquin how the different attachments go on. “The ear sheaths are magically enchanted so if given a command word, the mare can’t hear at all, unless you have a command you want to have recorded. The gags are enchanted so when activated, no sound will escape at all from the whore’s mouth or throat.”

“Sounds interesting, but expensive. What do you want for them?”, the caribou asks.

“For the ring or ball gag, they are a hundred and twenty bits. For the third set, that one is four hundred bits.”

“A reasonable price”, the stag says. “I will take the third set.”

Gathering the two items, the stallion smiles and gives the stag a sign to follow him, showing off other accessories to include various toys, nipple and clit clamps, electro- stimulation devices, chastity belts and other similar items. Another thing he shows off is a spinning display of various piercings, from rings to barbels. “The higher quality stuff is near the top, and if you want her to get pierced I know a friend who can give you a good deal and does a superb job.”

“A chastity belt would be a good idea”, the stag murmured. “Other than that, I don’t think I need anything right now - but I will come back if I do. And sure, give me the address of your friend.” He smirks. “I have a cow who has been asking me for weeks if I want to get her tits pierced.”

“His shop is only two blocks away from here, just take a right when you leave. As for chastity belts, look at this one. A hundred bucks and it’s yours.”

The stag nods. “Done.”

Sliding back behind the counter, the purple-collared mare follows him with a wagging tail and immediately slips under the desk, of which the top is made of glass. As he begins to ring him up, she is sitting over an object while unzipping his pants, beginning to pleasure her Master.

“I still need a leash”, the stag remarks. “A simple leather leash will do.”

“The aisle right behind you. There is a good selection of leashes there,” He points down the aisle. “On the right side.”

The stag walks over to the aisle and grabs a simple leather leash. “This one will do”, he decides, then walks over to the stallion. “So, what do we have? I already paid for the mare, so… 250 for the binders, 400 for the harness set, 100 for the chastity belt, and how much will this leash be?”

“The leash is ten bits, so seven hundred and sixty bits total.” As he adds the total together he begins to ring up the items and waits for the stag’s payment.

The caribou takes out the bits and places them on the table, then fetches his gear. He walks over to the mare he bought. Then, he turns around to the stallion. “I take it you want to keep the chains she’s wearing right now?”

“Of course, they’re more useful than she is. Here is the key for the locks,” He hands over the small ring and keys to the stag. “Just leave them on the counter.”

The stag unlocks the chains on the mare’s hands and feet, removes the gag, then places them on the counter with the key. Then he walks back over to his mare. “Hands behind your back!”, he commands.

Snapping her arms quickly she obeys, her arms cradling under her wing sheaths as she emits a light groan of mixed pain and relief, her jaw moving around while she refuses to make eye contact, focusing on the floor and staying silent. The stag quickly binds her arms behind her back with the arm binder he bought, then moves around her, standing in front of her again.

He places his hand under her chin, moving it upwards. “You may get a look at your new owner, mare.”

Biting her lower lip, she looks the stag over slowly, though her golden orbs don’t go any higher than his chest, not wishing to anger him by looking up into his eyes or his face.

The stag chuckles, then lifts her chin a bit more. “You’re a good mare. I meant my eyes. You may look into them.”

Nervously, she lifts her eyes upwards, catching the stag’s blue eyes for a few seconds before getting to uncomfortable with the new freedom and shifting her gaze back to the floor.

The stag chuckles again. “You’re shy, I see”, he whispers. “I hope this will change when we get to know each other better.”

Then, he attaches the leash to her collar. “Come, mare!”, he commands. Leading her past the stallion, he gives the salespony a short goodbye, then leaves the shop with her.

He walks a few steps away from the shop, then stops. “Let’s see… eight hundred and ten bits altogether.” He chuckles again. “That shop owner is a moron. Somewhat overpriced bondage gear, but he really doesn’t know what a red collar mare is worth. When I entered that shop, I expected to pay about that much for you alone.” He turns around to her. “Come here, mare.”

Silently, the mare approaches, her ears having stayed folded the entire time from when he first met her to now. She stands off to his left, a bit nervous as she tries to maintain the image of a good, proper mare.

The stag moves close to her, moving his hand below her chin again, lifting it up. “Look into my eyes”, he commands.

Again, she obeys, but still only looks for a few fleeting seconds before her view starts to shift to the ground, shivering at the touch of the stag’s fingers. I- is he going to be like the stallion I just left? I know I deserve it, but… please don’t let him be like that.

The caribou gently lifts up her face again, more or less forcing her to look into his eyes. “Hey. I told you to look into my eyes, mare. I don’t want to say it again.”

Swallowing nervously, she barely nods in understanding, two different instincts warring within her - the instinct to look away, as she has been taught that it is improper for a mare to look into a male’s eyes, and the desire to obey her Master.

“Your former Master has probably taught you not to look at him at all”, the stag says. “But I am your Master now, and I tell you to look at me now.”

Staying silent, she nods again, still remembering the punishment she received from her previous owner whenever she dared to look at him.

“Tell me your name, mare”, the stag commands. “Your real name if you remember it, not what that moron at the shop called you.”

Her uncomfortable look turns into one of fear as she bites her lower lip, partially because she has been punished for talking or even uttering a word, and also because she doesn’t even know if she remembers how to talk.

“Are you mute?”, the stag asks. “Nod if you are.”

Shaking her head slowly, she works her muzzle. “R- Ruby, M- Master.” Her voice sounds not only rough, but also like this is the first time she has spoken in a while.

The stag smiles at her. “Ruby, hm? Beautiful and fitting. You may keep it.”

She swallows and offers a nervous, light smile in thanks while going back to staying silent. Her struggle to obey what she has been taught earlier while obeying her new Master is evident in her pools. She shifts a little uncomfortably in her spot as her tail gives a nervous twitch.

“Ruby, it seems like your old Master handled things a bit differently than I do”, the stag remarks. “He didn’t let you speak at all, did he?”

Not wanting to get into trouble, Ruby slowly nods, not sure if the stag will allow her to speak or not.

“Well, as I said, I handle things differently, because I’m not a complete idiot. A nod or head shake will do if I ask you a Yes-No question, although I prefer a verbal response - but if I ask you a question that requires a verbal answer, I want you to speak. You are also allowed to ask for permission to speak if you think you have something important to say. Do you understand?”

A hint of confusion does cross her eyes as he calls her old Master a moron and idiot. She starts to nod, but halfway through, she whispers: “Y- yes… Master. This… this cunt understands.”

The stag chuckles. “You may refer to yourself in first person, Ruby.”

Nodding again, she speaks hesitantly. “M- may this… may thi- may I ask a question, Master?”

“You may, Ruby”, the caribou responds.

“These… are you… are you trying to… to trick this… this c- me so you can have a reason to punish her?” She cringes at the question, remembering all the times she has been set up for punishment in almost similar situations.

The stag laughs. “Would you like that, Ruby?”, he asks, grinning at her.

She shrinks a bit at the grin, shivering as she answers. “N- no, Master. But… but it doesn’t matter what this- what I would like. Only your happiness and enjoyment matters.”

“Sure, mind games have their appeal”, the caribou answers. “But a setup like this would be rather crude, don’t you think? I get that stallions like that idiot back at the store do it like that - but that’s just so unimaginative. No, I’m not setting you up for punishment right now.”

“This… I guess, Master. And… th- thank you. M- may sl- I ask another question or two, Master?” She looks at him nervously, though a hint of a genuine smile does filter through her facade.

“Two questions?”, the stag chuckles. “Very well, but make it brief.”

With a shiver, she shrinks back a little, thinking he is annoyed with her. “N- never mind, Master. It… they aren’t important.”

The stag smiles. “You may ask me when we’re home.”

He moves another step closer to the mare, once again placing his finger under her chin, moving it upwards and gently forcing her to look into his eyes again. “By the way, my name is Master Birgir.”

She nods in understanding, keeping quiet as the stag has not asked her a question, or sounds like he requires a verbal response. There is something about looking into his eyes that she finds strangely calming for some reason, however.

He moves his face closer to hers, almost touching her lips with hers.

Ruby’s breath hitches at how close he is, somewhat close to panicking, as the last time a male was this close, she went through a nightmare for a few days.

The caribou gently presses his lips onto hers, holding her close while pulling her into a soft, gentle kiss.

A surprised squeak is her immediate response to being kissed, caught completely off guard by the move. In seconds, she surrenders to it and kisses him back, her arms tugging a bit at the binder as she wants to wrap him in a hug, having never felt anything remotely close to this since her capture.

Noticing her arms struggling against the binds, the caribou eventually breaks the kiss. He moves around her and slowly removes her arm binders, putting them away. “I’m going to kiss you again, Ruby - this time a bit longer and fiercer. I want you to wrap your arms around me when I hold you close. Can you do that?”

Looking in utter shock at him due to the words, she doesn’t answer for a few moments, stunned into complete silence. Once the spell is broken she gives the caribou a slight smile. “Y- yes, Master.” Her heart is racing, pounding as fast as she has heard the Wonderbolts could go, having enjoyed that first kiss immensely.

The caribou comes close to her again, once again lifting her chin up to face him. Once again, his face is close to hers. “I’m waiting, Ruby”, he whispers.
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With a slow nod, her slender arms wrap loosely around her Master’s neck as she moves closer to him, her large breasts flattening against him as she leans in expectantly. A soft moan issues from her muzzle as her nipples harden against his shirt.

While holding her close, he presses his lips onto hers and starts to kiss her, this time more fiercely. Eventually, his tongue enters her muzzle and begins to explore - but gently, making sure to give her pleasure as well.

A moan finds its way from her throat and into his muzzle as Ruby loses herself in the kiss. Her arms tighten in response to the passionate action while she lets her eyes close. As his tongue explores her muzzle, it is apparent at how dry her mouth is, though it doesn’t stop her tongue from dancing with his. With her body pressing harder against his, her left hoof lifts up a little, leaving her to stand on only her right hoof.

Noticing her reaction, her Master intensified the kiss while moving his hand to her left leg, holding her in place.

Finding herself getting lost in the passion of his kiss, she tightens her arms until they’re like a vice around his neck, tight but not choking as she squirms a little against him.

After what seems like an eternity of kissing, the caribou eventually breaks the kiss. “I’m going to let your leg down now, Ruby. Make sure you don’t fall over.”

With a nod she drops her hoof as her expression saddens. Her tail hangs limply as her somewhat erect ears fall flat again.

The caribou smiles at her. “Don’t be sad. I’ll have more of these for you later.”

She nods slowly, not wanting to correct him on his assumption on why she is feeling sad, Standing there, her head drops again.

“Ruby…”, the stag begins, still smiling at her. “Let’s go home.”

She nods in response, worried about what her new owner currently thinks of her.

Author's Note

I know this story used to be on another account, but due to some... potential embarassment with it being on my main account, I decided to move it to an alt account.