Fall of Equestria: Hope in Bleak Times

The caribou leads Ruby through the streets of Canterlot until they reach a house. He pulls out a key, unlocks the door, and drags the mare in. They are standing in what looks like a living room now.

On the ground, on a bunch of blankets, a creature is sleeping that Ruby assumes to be a caribou female. She is a good bit smaller than the male, even a bit smaller than Ruby herself. Attached to her collar is a leash, which is tied to a metal ring in the wall.

“Welcome home, Ruby”, the caribou says.

Silently, the mare examines her new surroundings, and in particular the cow currently asleep. She takes a few hesitant steps inside and looks back at her new owner, waiting for him to command her to do something, an ear cocking a little, still a bit confused at the display of intimacy shown from the stag.

“Fiera is still asleep, I see”, the caribou remarks. “Good. I wanted to talk to you for a bit, and I don’t want to be interrupted. I’ll introduce you to her when she wakes up.” He takes a few steps into the living room. There are two comfortable looking chairs and a couch, surrounding a small table. Birgir takes place on the couch, then pats his hand on the place right next to him. “Ruby, come here and sit down beside me.”

A bit nervously, the mare follows and instead of sitting on the couch, takes a kneel off to his left and keeps her head down. Her training having taken over as she waits, wondering what her Master wants to talk about. “Y- yes, Master?”

The caribou chuckles a little. “Not exactly what I commanded, but it works for me.”

He places his hand under Ruby’s chin again and gently moves it upwards so he can look into her eyes. “First of all, you will notice that I’m going to give you quite a bit more freedoms than your former owner did. I’m not going to keep you in bondage all the time. You may use the chairs and the couch here as long as I’m not giving you a command. Fiera is sleeping down here on the ground, but you will be allowed to sleep with me in my bed upstairs.”

“Yes Master, thank you. This mare will do her best to please you.” She looks over at the cow for a moment, then back to him. “Do you require any pleasure now, Master?”

Birgir chuckles. “All in good time. You seem to be interested in my other pet?”, he asks.

“Curious, never seen a caribou female before, Master.” She keeps her head lowered as she admits her curiosity, hoping it will not upset him.

“Ah, hm. Well, when she wakes up, I might try something to see how you two interact. But that actually does tie in with the reason why I bought you.” He looks into her eyes. “Are you curious, little mare?”

“This slut never thought of it, Master. Your reasons are your own and not for a lowly slave to know them.” Her words, while partially truthful, are in conflict with her yearning to know, thinking it would help her be a better slave to him.

“Fine, fine. But are you curious? Be honest!”

“Y- yes, Master. Even though I know a slut should not be curious.” Her eyes fall to the floor while her tail goes limp, hoping the stag is not angry with her.

Birgir smiles. “I appreciate both your honesty and your curiosity. I am going to tell you, even though I’m not sure how it will affect the results. But maybe you can even help me more actively.”

He pauses for a moment. “I had a… brief encounter with a mare a short while ago. She’s not with me any more, but it made me wonder if I actually understand pony females. To be honest, I think I don’t. But I want to learn to understand you. That’s also why I’m going to keep you close, so I can see how you react to things.”

A couple questions swim through the scarlet mare’s head, but she doesn’t ask, knowing she hasn’t been given permission. ‘Did… was he angry with that mare enough to sell her?’

“What are you thinking about, Ruby?”, Birgir inquires.

“What… what happened to the other mare? Were you… mad with her?” Ruby’s voice is shaky as the questions are voiced, hoping she doesn’t warrant the same fate if she is not good enough.

Birgir looks into her eyes again. “Don’t worry, little mare. I won’t sell you if you make me angry. I sold her because it became apparent to me that we wouldn’t be good for each other, so I found a stallion for her, and made sure that she agreed with my choice. But it did make me realize that I don’t understand you ponies - particularly mares. I want to remedy this deficit. Giving you away just because you do something I didn’t expect would be a bit detrimental to that goal.”

“Why… why do you wish to understand us mares? All we are meant for is to please you and other males, Master.” She looks completely taken aback at his answer, surprised that a stag would take such an action.

Birgir grins widely. “I think you’ll please me more if I understand you. Things I don’t understand usually displease me.”

“Oh, well… uhm… what would you like to know, Master?”

“Huh. Straightforward. Of course, I’m not even sure if I have the right questions yet. But okay, if we want to do it like that, let me give you one that immediately springs to mind. It seems to me you mares are overall less happy with your place than our females are. Would you say that’s correct?”

“Uhm… this slave is not… she doesn’t really know, Master. Maybe?” Her reply is the complete opposite of confident. Not only is she unsure if that is true or not, she also is more worried about getting the question wrong and incurring any punishment from the male.

“Ah yes, you told me you haven’t had contact with a caribou cow before”, Birgir says with a reassuring smile. “Not exactly the answer I had hoped for, but that’s not your fault. I’m not going to punish you.”

He thinks for a long while. “Let’s try something else. You are going to live with me from now on. Tell me if you wish for anything. You can ask for anything, I won’t punish you for it - but of course, I will decide if I will grant it to you or not.”

“Yes, Master. I understand.” She squirms a little, not sure if this is a test or not, her heart and mind praying that it isn’t a test. “What… what are the duties you require of this slave, Master?”

“Your first duty right now is to answer my question, Ruby”, the stag responds in a slightly harsher tone.

Whimpering, she speaks again, this time her voice barely heard with how quiet she speaks. “Well… she... this slut loves to read and… and cook, Master. So… maybe a… book?” Even with how timidly the words have come out there is a hint of hopefulness in them, specially when she asks for a book.

Birgir’s eyes wide in shock. “Are you telling me that you can read and write?”

“Y- yes, Master. This mare can read and write in both Equestrian and Saddle Arabian. Does that… are you mad, Master?” Ruby shrinks a little at his shock, not sure how he would take that news, as mares are not supposed to be able to do either.

Birgir shakes his head. “I’m not mad, I just have trouble believing you.”

“Oh, why is that, Master?” Her curiosity is peeked again as to why he doesn’t believe her.

“Well, you’re a female”, the caribou responds.

“Oh, this slut sees your point, Master. Afterall, why should a mare need to know those things?” Unconsciously the slightest hint of disappointment can be heard in her words as she speaks, mostly to remind herself of her place.

“This has nothing to do with need”, the caribou says. “It’s not like there haven’t been attempts to teach our females to read and write. I’ve never heard of a successful one though. You’re telling me that pony females are different?”

He pauses for a second. “Then again, there are rumors among our people that cat females can read and write as well. Not that I necessarily believe these rumors, but we have met them in battle, so we know they’re capable of fighting at least. Maybe pony females are more like them than like our females. Still, I need proof.”

He stands up, fetches a piece of paper and a quill and hands them to Ruby. “Here, write something for me”, he orders.

“Do you… would you rather it be in Equestrian, or Saddle Arabian, Master?” She looks at the paper while holding the quill, wondering what she will write. “And, what do you wish your mare to write?”

“We’ll begin with a simple test. You write something, let me read it, and then you will tell me what you wrote. You will write in Equestrian.”

“Yes, Master.” Taking the piece of paper she thinks for a moment, then begins to write in an eloquent, flowing script, almost as if she is writing in the style of calligraphy. When she finishes two sentences appear on the sheet.

Birgir takes the sheet and looks at it, reading what she wrote.

“It says, ‘Are you pleased, Master?’ And ‘What else would you like to know about this cunt?’” Reading off the words Ruby takes a daring glimpse up at Birgir, hoping to gauge his reaction.

“Hm. If that’s genuine, it’s impressive. It likely is, since the second one replies to my request, but it’s still possible that someone might have taught you to reproduce these words by heart, so I’ll run one more test.” He hands back the paper and quill to her. “You will write the following two sentences. I am allowed to refer to myself in first person. And then: If my Master tells me that I’m allowed to sit on the couch, I will thankfully accept this privilege. You understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Dutifully the words are written down in that same steady, flowing script as before, almost word for word. ‘I am allowed to refer to myself in first person. And if Master tells me that I am allowed to sit on the couch, I will thankfully accept this privilege.’ “Does this please you, Master?” She looks up at him, a bit hopeful while awaiting his declaration.

Birgir takes the letter, looks at it and smiles benevolently. “This… is really impressive. Okay, you have convinced me, little mare. Do you enjoy writing?”

“Yes, Master. Th… I used to have a journal back home that I wrote in a lot.” The sight of his smile warms her a little and her lips curl upwards shyly.

“A journal, hm?”

Birgir stands up, then walks over to a small table that looks like a working desk. “I’m keeping journals myself, so I have a good few empty books.” He picks up one, then hands it to Ruby. “I will allow you to keep a journal. I will read it, of course. This is actually a good idea, given my objective of learning to understand you. I also have a lot of books, down here and upstairs. Feel free to read them in your free time.”

“Yes Master, thank you for your kindness. I am very grateful for it.”

Birgir smiles at her. “Well, as I said… this helps me as well.”

On the other side of the room, the cow begins to stretch. “Looks like Fiera is awake”, Birgir observes.

He walks over to her, then removes her chain from the wall, holding it in his hands. “Wakey wakey, Fiera”, he smiles.

The cow looks up to her Master, crawling close to his hooves. “Master, you have returned! Have you found what you were looking for?”

Birgir nods, then slowly drags Fiera over to the couch. Kneeling in front of it, her eyes fall on Ruby.

“This is Ruby, Fiera”, Birgir explains. “She is with us now. She’s really smart, much smarter than you, so I’ll put her in charge of you whenever I’m not around. You’ll follow her orders to the letter as long as they don’t run against something I told you. Do you understand?”

The cow nods weakly, apparently slightly surprised.

Then, Birgir turns to Ruby. “Ruby, this is Fiera. I bought her a few weeks ago, for the purpose of breeding. She is the only other female in my household right now, and she unfortunately has a habit of getting herself into situations. That’s why I put you in charge over her.” He smiles a little. “It’ll also give me a chance to observe how you deal with this.”

The mare looks at Fiera and extends her hand in greeting, matching it with a welcoming smile. “Hello, Fiera, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

The cow looks at her in confusion, visibly not sure how to react to that gesture.

The male chuckles. “I think she wants you to take her hand, quickly shake it, then let go of it again. It’s a pony greeting custom from what I understand.”

Fiera smiles at her master, then takes Ruby’s hand and quickly shakes it - but then she lets go of it very quickly, blushing a good bit.

“It is called a handshake, Fiera. Though I do guess it is a little… out of the ordinary nowadays.” The mare giggles a bit and gives her fellow slave a soft smile.

“Well, stallions still do it”, Birgir says. “And we haven’t noticed that most of them don’t normally appreciate hugs or kisses on the cheek as a greeting, so most of us adopt it when dealing with them. Not sure about mares. I guess it’s a fine gesture. Fiera, you’ve just learned something new about this country’s people.”

Petting her head, he gently smiles at her, and she returns him a wide, happy smile.

Then, he seems to remember something.

“Ruby, you said you can cook?”

“Yes Master, I can. It used to be something mares from my home were expected to do. Now, I guess not so much. And, if she may add to your comment about greetings, Master?” Getting a little more comfortable around him, she relaxes a bit and looks up into his eyes.

“You may speak freely.”

“The greeting towards stallions regarding hugs and kisses on the cheek were normally reserved for family, friends or lovers. At least, that was before you caribou came.”

“Well, yes. In our culture, we also greet family, friends or lovers like that, and many superiors also greet their subordinates that way. Sometimes even with a kiss to the muzzle, but we’ve noticed stallions really don’t appreciate that. We don’t even have a custom of a physical greeting among complete strangers. We just raise our hands. Like this.”

He slowly raised his right hand to about chest height, revealing his palm to Ruby. “Hi”, he said, smiling.

Mimicking the gesture, she raises her right hand at about the same height, leveling the center of her palm to about nipple height. “Hello, Master.”

“Alright, since you asked me about that earlier, let’s quickly talk about your duties in my home before we move on”, Birgir says with a more serious tone. “You told me you can cook. Is that true?”

“Yes, Master. It was something of a requirement for mares to learn, at least back home. Also, I guess it was sorta useful to know if you lived alone.” She giggles a little at the explanation, not really conceiving the idea of a male living alone nowadays.

Birgir nods. “I guess so. Well, then this will be your first duty. You will cook for me and Fiera, and also for my guests. Fiera is doing the simpler household chores, but I guess she won’t complain if you help her with them.” He smirks. “Fiera… can’t cook. I once made the mistake to let her get into the kitchen unsupervised. I think she just wanted to surprise her Master with a cooked dish. Fortunately, I was able to put out the fire before it spread. That’s how she got her name. Her former Master only gave her a number name, and it kind of felt silly to call her that.”

Ruby giggles almost uncontrollably as he tells her the story, not liking the mental images that come to mind. “Well, thankfully you are both safe and well, Master. I would be eager to fix you up a meal if you wish. Do you… do you expect to have guests often? And why would her previous Master give her a number?”

“I don’t know. Some caribou only give their slaves number names, like Einsa, Zweia, Dreia... Councilman Anvari has such names for his breeding slaves, I believe. I think it’s silly, to be honest.”

“Inse, Zewia and Drei, Master? What numbers are those?”

Birgir chuckles over the mispronunciation. “Eins is one in our language. Zwei is two. And drei is three. And then Councilman Anvari just added an -a at the end to make up a female name.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I can understand, Master. Since slaves are property, and I guess it would be easier to keep track of his cows.” A soft smile is flashed towards Master as she’s glad he hadn’t renamed her.

“Well, as I said, I think it’s silly. If a male’s mind is so weak that he can’t even remember a bunch of proper names, he’s probably not fit to be a Master.” He sighs. “Our society is run by a bunch of fucking degenerates. I think people like Anvari shouldn’t even be allowed to breed, let alone be council members.”

“Why do you say that, Master?” She looks at him a bit shocked at the words he had just spoken.

“Because it’s true”, Birgir says angrily. Then, he calms down a bit. “But let’s move on to more pleasurable things.” He leans back on the couch. “Ruby, I would like to see how you handle Fiera. I want you two to give me a show.” He smirks.

“Yes, Master.” The mare looks at Fiera and approaches her, not exactly what he means by handle her, but by saying he wants a show, Ruby has some kind of idea. She wraps her crimson arms lightly around the smaller female and pulls her closer to herself, their muzzles meeting in a deep kiss.

Fiera, slightly surprised, moans in sudden pleasure as she leans in passively.

“Hm. Interesting”, Birgir mumbles, rubbing his chin and smirking as he takes in the view.

Ruby’s tongue presses against Fiera’s lips, requesting to be allowed entry. At the same time the mare begins to move her hands slowly down the smaller cow’s sides, resting on her hips and part of her butt, pulling the cow just a little closer. Fiera, apparently instinctively understanding the other female’s desire, immediately opens her muzzle as Ruby’s tongue teases her lips. The mare lets her tongue enter the cow’s muzzle and begins to move around the other female’s tongue, which surprisingly remains passive.

The larger female’s tongue dances inside the cow’s mouth, moving Fiera’s tongue around as the mare’s generous breasts press against the cow’s upper chest, flattening a little as they are squished.

As the two females continue to kiss, Ruby’s red-furred hand slides across the cow’s belly and then lower, resting teasingly close to the Fiera’s pussy, but far enough away to tease the poor girl as it slowly run circles. The cow lets out a soft moan, but otherwise continues to remain passive.

The caribou male chuckles as he watches his females giving him a show. “Ruby, maybe you’re content with exploring Fiera’s body, but if you want her to do something, maybe you should try giving her an order.”

Nodding, the mare breaks the kiss and looks into the smaller female’s eyes while continuing to tease her. “Fiera, I want you to explore my body as you see fit to. Feel free to use your hands and muzzle.” The mare hopes the command is good enough as she slips her own hand lower, now rubbing slowly and lightly against the outer folds. Ruby’s free hand has shot up takes a nipple in a tight grip, giving it a squeeze and holds the pinch for a few moments.

The cow yelps as she feels the pinch of Ruby’s fingers. Apparently unsure about how to react to Ruby’s command, she gives her Master a questioning look, which the big caribou male simply answers with another light chuckle.

The golden gaze of the mare also locks onto the stag, her new Master, questioningly, unsure what is wrong right now as her hands fall away from the cow. “Did she… does she not understand, Master?”

The stag smiles. “You ordered her to do as she feels like, but I put you in a position of power over her. She expects you to give her direction.”

“Oh, uhm… it… it does feel weird, Master, to be the one commanding instead of being commanded, like a female should be.” Biting her lower lip, Ruby looks at the female in front of her. “Fiera… play with my breasts, please. You can use your hands, muzzle or both.”

Fiera gives Ruby a shy smile, then places her hands on the mare’s breasts and begins to gently rub them. “L… like this?”, she asks shyly.

Letting out a soft moan as she is touched, the scarlet mare nods her head while her left hand comes back up to rest against the cow’s vaginal mound, a finger sliding slowly past the soft walls. “Y- yes, Fiera, just like that. F- focus on my nipples, sis.”

Fiera giggles, then continues to rub the mare’s breasts, softly letting her fingers run across her nipples, while moaning from Ruby’s own touches and grinding her hips against the mare’s fingers.

The finger inside the cow’s tunnel curls while thrusting slowly in and out of the soft, wet walls surrounding it, dragging against the upper wall with each pass. Louder moans escape the mare’s throat as her eyes close a little, large breasts being thrust forward some. “U- use your… use your… muzzle now, Fiera.”

Fiera brings her muzzle close to the mare’s left nipple, then stops and looks up to the mare, giving her a soft smile. “How do you wish it?”, she asks softly.

The uncomfortableness of commanding another female wars with the pleasure of the situation as Ruby continues to tease the brown furred woman with slow thrusts of her finger, exploring the cow’s depths slowly. “Uhm… uhh… h- how you would normally do it, Fiera?”

Fiera giggles. “I… wasn’t with another female in a long time. My previous owner would keep us apart from each other for most of the time, and for most of the time I was with Master Birgir, he had only me.”

“Oh… well, I never have been with a female myself, to tell the truth.” Ruby looks towards her Master for some possible help, her finger pulling out of the slick folds of the cow, coated in Fiera’s arousal.

Birgir smiles. “And do you like it so far?”

“I… it’s different, Master. Could… I don’t want to upset you, Master, but it doesn’t feel right, me commanding your cow.” Pink locks cascade down and around the mare’s head as it is lowered. ‘I… I failed him, didn’t I? He… he’s going to punish me, I know it. Why can’t I do anything right?

“Oh?” Birgir raised an eyebrow. “And why is that? You seemed to do a good job so far, considering it’s your first time being in charge.”

“Females shouldn’t be in charge or giving orders, Master. It is not their place. A female should be commanded and only focus on obeying to the best of her ability.” Ruby lets her ears droop a little as she looks at her Master’s hooves.

“Males, Ruby”, Birgir said. “Females shouldn’t be in charge of males. I know quite a few Masters who give their smarter females a degree of command over the less smart ones. It makes it easier for the Master to run the household without having to micro-manage everything. Your Master put you in charge of Fiera. By commanding her, you’re obeying him.”

He pauses for a second. “But then again, this was a test. You’re not just a bit smarter than Fiera, you’re a lot smarter. I wanted to see the limits of your abilities. If you don’t feel capable or cut out to be in charge of Fiera, that’s fine. But this has nothing to do with you being female.”

She looks at Fiera for a quick second, then up towards her caribou Master and takes a slow, deep breath. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I misunderstood that part I guess,” Giving a nervous smile she turns back to the cow. “Fiera, use your muzzle to… suck and lick my nipples while playing with my breasts with your hands.”

Fiera instantly follows her orders. Bringing her muzzle to the mare’s left tit, she begins to slowly, softly lick around it while her right hand comes to rest on Ruby’s right breast. Her eyes look up to the mare in obedient expectation, waiting for further orders.

Birgir smiles at the two and leans back, enjoying the show. The mare’s voice is broken by moans as her head tilts backwards, giving the other slave better access. “K- keep it up, Fiera, it… it feels good so far. Use your hands to… to squeeze my breasts lightly while… while sucking on my nipples.”

Once again, Fiera follows the mare’s orders, adjusting her movements accordingly.

Birgir leans back and smiles. “Mh, quite an enjoyable show so far.”

With her moans and the waves of pleasure getting more frequent, Ruby arches back a little, giving the cow even more access to her tits, an idea coming to mind. She places her hands on the cow’s shoulders, pushing her back just a little. “Kiss me back like I kissed you earlier, Fiera.”

The cow slowly moves her head upwards and presses her lips onto Ruby’s. She’s quite a bit less fierce than Ruby had been, and it seems like she’s waiting for further encouragement.

A moan enters the cow’s mouth as slender, crimson arms wrap around her neck, hugging Fiera loosely. For about a minute, or was it ten minutes that past? Ruby is content to just stand there, locked in the passionate kiss.

With a sigh and moan, the kiss is eventually broken so both females can take in much needed air. “Fiera, crawl onto the couch and lay down in the center on your back.”

Birgir’s eyes follow his cow as she leaves Ruby’s embrace and crawls over and onto the couch, lying on it on her back. She turns her body slightly towards Ruby, letting her hand rest on her hip. “Like this?”, she asks, smiling at the other female.

“Almost, now lay down on your back with your legs spread.” Licking her lips, Ruby’s golden pools roam over the beautiful doe’s form, taking in every single inch of her while waiting for Fiera to comply.

Fiera gives the mare a shy look, then leans back and spreads her legs. She lets out a soft moan of expectation.

Approaching Fiera, the taller female gives Master Birgir a wink and stands right next to the doe. Gently she is repositioned until her back is flat against the cushions. “Fiera, during this part you can use your muzzle, tongue and fingers to play with my pussy. I don’t really have any experience with this either, so not sure how I should command you.”

Fiera nods weakly. “I’m sure Master will help if we don’t know what to do.” She gives the mare a soft smile.

With a light giggle, Ruby climbs above the laying beauty, but does so in a way where Fiera is looking straight at the mare’s glistening pussy. At the same time Ruby has to bend her back some to be able to reach the cow’s own flower.

The cow giggles and licks her lips. “Ooh… pretty.”

With a giggle, Ruby’s tongue presses very lightly against the outer swell of her slave sister’s cunt, teasing the cow with slow, sensual licks.

The cow immediately moves her head up towards Ruby’s own cunt and begins to copy the mare’s slow licks. It seems she doesn’t exactly know what else to do either. A small chuckle can be heard from Birgir’s seat.

A deeper and louder moan vibrates against Fiera’s lower lips as the big mare arches her back some. Realizing Fiera is copying her, the mare repositions her arms and uses her finger to spread the juicy, wet folds to expose the treasure of her inner walls.

Fiera giggles and moans. “Do… do you want me to do that to you as well, Ruby?”, she asks.

“Y- yes, Fiera. If… if I don’t give you a command, follow my lead as best as you can, okay?”

The cow giggles again, then places her fingers at Ruby’s folds and softly spreads them apart.

Moaning at the touch, Ruby forces herself to focus and with an experimental lick she drags her tongue slowly down the cow’s lewdly spread folds, starting from the apex of her lips and moving extremely slowly downwards., gathering the cow’s natural lubricant onto her tongue.

As she had ordered, the cow mirrors her movements, likewise beginning to slowly drag her own tongue down Ruby’s folds, tasting the mare’s wetness as her tongue presses a bit harder into the skin than the mare did. She giggles a little. “Mmmmh”, she moans.

Taking a little time, the crimson mare lets the fluids rest on her tongue, taste buds overwhelmed by the flavor of the smaller slave. Reluctantly, she swallows and looks back moaning heavily. “W- what do you think so far, Fiera? Like how I taste?”

Fiera giggles. “Mmmh, yes… mh… Ruby.” She gives the mare another eager lick, savoring the taste of an aroused mare. Her eyes flutter closed and she loses herself in not just the sensations said mare is giving her, but also the sensations of pleasuring another female.

Taking a deep breath Ruby dives back in, this time shoving her tongue deeply into the pink channel, wiggling it around inside the cow, touching as much of the pink, slick walls as possible. Fiera moans loudly as she feels the mare’s tongue entering her. Following Ruby’s orders the cow follows suit, her own tongue slipping past the pink petals of the scarlet furred mare above her. The moans of the two females vibrate against each others’ parted pussy lips as their natural fluids spill heavily from their bodies, and in Fiera’s case, her muzzle and face is quickly coated in Ruby’s love juice.

The moans reach fever pitch as the pair of lustful females near orgasm, their eyes closed as they focus not just on pleasing the other woman, but also putting on a good show for their Master. Their tongues twist and rub against every square centimeter of the other, Ruby’s hands grip the cushion in a tight grip as she tries to keep from cumming. The cow, trained to hold off until given permission, is able to keep up her assault, sweating beading heavily on the joined bodies as large sized breasts are flattened due the the closeness.

A small chuckle is heard from across the table, where Birgir is sitting. “Oh… seems like I forgot to tell you. You are both allowed to come.”

As soon as the command is given, Ruby screams as her body jerks above the cow, stomach muscles contracting and releasing quickly while her eyes close shut and her back arches hard. Her hands ball tight as they dig into the cushions, knuckles white under the red fur. A stream of liquid spurts out from her cunt and splashes against the arm of the couch.

Birgir chuckles. “Great. Now I have to find a way to get the couch clean again. So… you two had fun?”

Panting, Ruby lays limply atop Fiera, her eyes screwed shut as she tries to regain her senses, breathing raggedly as her body gives little jerks from the aftershocks. When she speaks, her voice is hoarse and breathy. “Y- yes, Master. Did… did You enjoy the… the show?”

“Quite a bit”, Birgir smiles. “I’m going to continue Fiera’s breeding now. I will have you later, in my bedroom, after dinner. You may watch us though if you want to.”

Nodding, Ruby rolls off the couch and finds the nearest hard object to rest her back against, her fur, mane and tail soaked in sweat and a mixture of hers and Fiera’s juices, a smile flirting with her lips as she watches her new Master take his cow.

Birgir picks up Fiera, then places her on the table in the middle of the room, her face facing towards him. He unzips his pants and reveals his cock, then grabs her legs, slowly spreads them, and begins to rub it against her still wet folds. The cow giggles.

At the sight of his hard malehood, Ruby licks her lips lustfully, but stays still, knowing this is Fiera’s time and she would have to wait.

“Put your arms on my shoulders”, Birgir commands, and the doe obeys instantly. He pushes into her only seconds later, looking her in the eyes and smiling as he begins to thrust into her. Fiera moans in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her Master’s cock inside her.

After a while, he pulls out, then grabs her and turns her around, pushing her into the table. She instinctively spreads her legs and he inserts himself into her cunt again, pounding her hard from behind.

The large caribou male lets his right hand run across the smaller female’s back as he pounds her, occasionally giving her hard slaps, earning small, restrained yelps from her. As he feels his orgasm approaching, he bends over her, pushing her down with his entire body. “Come with me”, he whispers into Fiera’s ear only a moment before he releases his seed into his slave’s body. Fiera whimpers in pleasure below him.

He eventually pulls out, grabs a handkerchief, cleans himself up, then pulls up his pants and lets his cock vanish within them again, but not before giving Ruby a two-seconds long good view of it.

She licks her lips hungrily again as he shows off to her. Even when he puts himself away she continues to stare at his crotch, moaning as she imagines what it would feel like, hoping she is tight enough for his pleasure.

Birgir glances down at Ruby, smirking. “You like what you saw, little mare?”

“Yes, Master. Can’t wait to have my chance with you. I hope my body is tight enough for you. Some of the males who used me yesterday… they were complaining about how loose my holes were for them.”

Birgir grins. “I think I’ll have my fun, little mare. But now… since you told me you can cook, you will show me. You are making dinner today.”

“Yes, Master. Is there anything in particular you want?” Ruby stands up immediately and makes her way to the kitchen, thighs coated thickly in her mare cum and her tail is flagged high, exposing her tailhole and pussy to be viewed by all.

Birgir smiles. “Just look what you can do with what I have in the kitchen. I’m confident you’ll be able to cook up something delicious.”

He follows her into the kitchen, smiling as he ogles her body.

Taking the tip of her tail she holds it up while looking around, finding something suitable to keep it held up. After tying her tail securely in place, Ruby washes her hands thoroughly, looking over what foods Master has available in the cupboards and the refrigerator. She notices the complete absence of kibble, but lots of different vegetables and fruits, as well as different spices and kinds of bread. It seems Master Birgir prefers to feed his females decent food. Judging from the variety of ingredients, it can also be assumed that he enjoys cooking himself.

Taking a look through the various ingredients, Ruby decides to settle on something simple to make for now. Keeping her flank pushed out and legs parted just so so begins to gather enough to make a lasagna. Her flanks dance and sway teasingly as she goes to work mixing a couple items in a large bowl, turning it into a thick paste. “Enjoying the view, Master?”

The caribou behind her smiled. “You look quite nice, Ruby. But don’t get carried away. You should focus on the task at hand.”

“Of course, Master.”With her head staying forward she hides a smile, something about this stag seems different than the ponies and caribou who have used and abused her. It makes her feel hopeful about her new situation. While her thoughts roam a little, she sprays down a pan and sets a layer of lasagna noodles down and tops it with the vegetable mixture, some cottage cheese and pasta sauce, repeating it three more times before the uncooked meal is placed in the pre-heated oven.

As the main dish is being cooked, on top of the stove a large pan is filled with a mixture of corn, peas and carrots, simmering so that the food will be ready at around the same time. The dirty dishes are placed in the sink and washed quickly. “It will take about an hour for the food to finish cooking, Master. Did you want to talk or something?”

“Not really, but I could show you around the house”, Birgir suggested. “So far you’ve only seen the living room and the kitchen.”

“I’d love that, Master. And I am a bit curious about where I would be sleeping.” Not bothering to unbind her tail, she goes to give Birgir a hug, but stops, knowing she hasn’t been given permission yet.

Birgir takes a step towards her himself. Standing close to her and looking into her eyes, he lets his hand run through her mane. “I think I already said that you will be allowed to sleep with me in my bed.” He gives her a friendly smile that nonetheless does not hide his intentions.

With a smile, she leans into his hand, eyes closing contently while enjoying the show of affection, waiting for him to start the tour.

Birgir takes a step away from her and back into the living room, opening a glass door that leads to a small garden. “Follow me”, he commands.

He steps outside into a small, nicely kept garden with a few trees. “This is the garden”, he says. “There is a part where I grow a few small things like fruits and herbs. Since this is part of my private property, you should be safe from other males here, so feel free to spend the day here while I’m at work. Maybe Fiera will join you. She likes to sit in the garden and enjoy the view while playing with herself.” He chuckles. “Now that you’re here to keep an eye on her, I can probably let her off the leash again while I’m away.”

“Has she been causing you trouble, Master?” A worried look crosses the mare’s face as she comes to a few conclusions after how he said that. However, she can’t help but to enjoy the partial solitude offered by the spot.

“I think I mentioned that she has a habit of getting herself into... situations. Did I mention the fire?”, Birgir answers.

“Yes Master, you have. Anything dangerous I should know about?”

Birgir blinked. “Aside from the usual, like fire or knives? I can’t think of anything in particular.”

“Okay, Master. Does Fiera have a desire to cook or was she trying to do something nice for you that didn’t include sex of any kind?”

The caribou shrugs. “I guess both. Fiera is unusually curious for a cow, despite being raised by a Master who was far less tolerant of such things than I am, and she does have a desire to find new ways to please me.”

“Well, Master. I may be able to help and show her how to safely make something in the kitchen.” Her eyes light up a little as an idea comes to mind. “When is your birthday, Master?”

“In spring”, Birgir responds. “About six months from now. Why?”

“How do caribou celebrate birthdays? And do you know when Fiera’s is?” Her smile widens, but she doesn’t yet want to reveal why she is asking.

“I do not”, Birgir responds. “We do not usually celebrate the birthdays of our females, and in fact rarely even remember them.” He glances a look at Fiera, then steps closer to Ruby, whispering in her ear. “I am thinking about giving her a little celebration at the yearly anniversary of the day I bought her. It was a happy and memorable day for both of us - and any celebration I could give her will be just as much fun for me as for her. The first anniversary would be in spring as well, only a few days after my birthday. I’m not sure yet what I’ll do though.” He takes a step back. “Don’t tell any other males about this, though. And don’t tell Fiera.”

Still lying on her cushions, Fiera looks up to him. “Don’t tell Fiera what?”, she asks, giggling a little.

Birgir turns to her, smirking. “If I wanted you to know, do you really think I’d tell Ruby not to tell you?”, he asks.

Fiera blushes and casts her eyes down. “Sorry, Master. I... also spoke without permission.”

Birgir smirks. “I’ll punish you later.” Then he whispers to Ruby: “Unless I forget, that is.” He gives her a wink.

Ruby giggles a little at his words. “You never answered my first question, Master, at least not fully. Do caribou celebrate birthdays of the males?”

“Yes, we do”, the caribou answers. “Usually with an orgy, of course. Having fun with our females, and occasionally with each other. Lots of wine, drink, singing, and fucking.”

“Well, Master, I had an idea, and no, I won’t tell you exactly what it will entail. I’ll show you how us ponies would normally celebrate a birthday. You wouldn’t mind if I have Fiera help me in the kitchen, would you? I could teach her how to do things safely and not cause a fire or accidentally cut herself,” the crimson female gives Birgir a hopeful smile, knowing that Fiera may enjoy this if she is properly shown what to do. “Also, I was wondering if you had some friends you would want to invite over to experience this as well.”

Birgir frowns, but then relaxes. “I guess I could grant you this one little secret - but in general, I want my females to not keep any secrets from me. As for your second question, I have to admit, after the fire incident, I didn’t consider actually showing Fiera how to do it. I will grant you a chance to do so, but I will oversee the process - and if Fiera gets herself into any kind of dangerous situations because of it, I will call off this project. Understood?”

“Yes, Master. Two last questions before we move on, what are your two favorite colors, and do you have markers, paint or something of the kind?”

“My two favorite colors, hm…” The caribou thinks for a long time. “I have never given it much thought, to be honest. I don’t really have favorite colors - but now that I think about colors, the two that come to mind are green and brown. They make me think of forests. I often daydream about sitting in a forest and just enjoying the view… not sure why, though.” He takes a good look at Ruby. “Now that I think about it, I think I also like red quite a bit.” He smiles. “And of course I can provide you with things like markers.”

“Thank you, Master. Once I have everything ready, I’ll let you know and you can invite some friends over who you think will enjoy this as well,” With a smile, she plants a light kiss on his chin really quick. “I would like to continue the tour now, Master.”

“I… don’t really have too many friends”, the caribou admits. “I never connected well with most of my fellow stags - and most stallions I’ve met so far outright disgust me. I don’t know if they were always like this or if the king’s cure made them like this, whatever it might be, but if the latter is the case, something went terribly wrong with it.” He seems to think about something for a moment, but says nothing more.

A frown crosses Ruby’s muzzle at his words and she stays quiet, knowing that the stallions must have been altered by whatever it is the caribou did.

“But anyway… let’s continue the tour. Please follow me.” The caribou moves through the living room into the area where the front door is located. There is another door, and a staircase upstairs. He points at the door. “This is a small toilet room”, Birgir says. “It’s mostly for guests, but feel free to use it. I have a bigger bathroom upstairs with a bathtub and a shower. You can use the shower as well, but you will ask me first if you want to take a bath.” He smirks. “After all, I wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to join in.”

As she follows him through the house, she looks at as much as she can. There are quite a few bookshelves in the living room, but aside from that, the walls are mostly bare. “Yes, Master, I think I’d enjoy that as well.” More thoughts cross her mind at how empty and sad the walls seem, running a hand against the bare surface gently.

The stag begins to move up the stairs, expecting Ruby to follow her.

She blows Fiera a kiss as she passes her sister slave while following Birgir, thinking to herself about how lovely and peaceful the small cow currently looks, lying on her cushions without a care.

Meanwhile, Birgir has reached the top of the stairs. “Hurry up, Ruby”, he commands.

“Yes, Master.” She hurries to obey, her steps long and swift before coming to a complete stop just behind him with a smile. “Ready to continue.”

There is a small floor with a door to the left, one to the right, and one at the end of the floor. Birgir opens the door to the left and steps in.

She follows the stag inside, her gaze taking in every inch of the room. There is a large bed to the right of the door, definitely large enough for two people to sleep in, maybe even three, but with only one blanket and cushion. She also sees another bookshelf to the left. Unlike the bookshelves downstairs, which seemed to contain mostly Equestrian literature, this one is mostly filled with books with runic titles, leading to the conclusion that these are books Birgir brought from his homeland. There is also an X-shaped cross standing next to the bookshelf.

On the wall at the rear end of the room, there is a large painting on the wall: a portrait of a stag. He looks very similar to Birgir, but Ruby can’t shake the feeling that it isn’t portraying him.

“This is my room”, Birgir says. “As I said, you will sleep here with me.”

Silently, a bit amazed at what she is seeing, Ruby walks slowly around, her fingertips trailing along the book spines. As she steps in front of the X shaped item she stops and takes some time to really examine it, having some idea what it could be used for, though never been strapped to one herself. She just hopes when she is it will be enjoyable, unlike all the other times she has been bound. Clearing her head with a shake, the pegasus mare finishes her tour, standing beside Birgir and points at the picture. “Master, who is that? And also… think you can teach me how to read these books?”

Birgir thinks for a moment, then nods. “Ah yes… you can read Equestrian, but not our language. Yes, I think I would like to give you lessons on the weekends. It will be an interesting experience to teach a female to read our language who might actually be capable of learning it. I look forward to seeing how fast you pick things up. It will give me a better idea of what pony females are like, which is precisely what I want.”

Smiling, the mare hugs her new Master happily, kissing his chin as she rests her pink covered head against his shoulder. “Who is that stag in the picture, Master? Is that your father, or some other family member?”

“It is my father, yes”, the caribou responds.

“Is he still alive? Do you… do you think he would enjoy meeting me, Master?” She can’t hide the fact she is interested in meeting his family, maybe soon.

“I’m sure he would have enjoyed…”, he pauses for a second, smirking. “...meeting you. Unfortunately, he has already joined the ancestors. It is me who you will have to please.” He grins.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I… maybe some day you can tell me what your parents were like, I’d love to hear about them.” Saddened she hugs the stag comfortingly, wrapping her tail around him as well. “Do you have any other family that is still alive?”

“My… parents...”, the caribou says, trying to grasp what the mare was asking about. “Oh. I see. I guess you ponies see things differently. A male caribou’s relationship to the cow who gave birth to him is usually not any different from his relationship to any other cow in his father’s possession. We do not place excessive importance on... motherhood.” He shrugs. “As far as I know, I’m the only member of my family who joined Dainn’s expedition, and I bought Fiera only after arriving here. If what Dainn has told us about the Cycle is true, the rest of my family has probably also joined the ancestors.”

“Cycle, Master?” She looks confused at the term, curious about what he is talking about.

“The catastrophe we were fleeing from”, Birgir says. “Dainn and Sindri foresaw it, and tried to warn King Svarndagr about it, but he didn’t listen… or so they say. So they secretly gathered everyone who wanted to come and set sail - and that’s how we landed here.”

“I… I’m sorry to hear that, Master.” Giving him another hug the mare steps back, trying to smile at him. “What about the rest of the house, Master?”

Birgir thinks for a second, then chuckles. “I… you’re right, let’s not talk about glum stuff. This is a day of joy after all.” He walks to the door and opens it. “Follow me”, he says before walking out of the room.

Happily, Ruby follows her new Master, the sheaths on her back moving slightly with the attempts to straighten her wings out. As they walk her golden gaze takes in as much of the house she can. “How did you come to acquire a house like this, Master?”

“It was on sale cheap after they took Canterlot”, he answers. “I guess it belonged to a mare. I’ve never seen or known the former owner or owners though.”

“Oh. I… I wish that us mares were allowed to keep something of ours, to be honest. As much as I don’t like the choice my family made for me… I still love them and… I had a heirloom that once belonged to my mom. It was a diamond ring and earring set, though I don’t wear earrings,” Thinking back to when it was taken away her body shivers and a frown replaces her smile. “I would love to have those back, they mean so much to me and my family.”

“Many Masters allow their slaves to wear jewelry of different sorts”, Birgir says. “It has even seen an increase in popularity after we took over here. Some also allow them to have other small possessions as well.” He chuckles. “I’ve heard some Masters even allow their slaves to keep journals - though I’m sure that’s just a rumor.” A wide grin appears on his face.

“Well, to be honest, Master, journals have been really popular with young, teenage mares. It was a safe place where we could write things down we felt we couldn’t tell anypony else. The more common term is diary, though.” A giggle escapes her lips at his grin and she lowers his eyes, blushing a little, though hard to see due to her normal fur color.

“Ruby, I want you to have no secrets from me”, Birgir reminds her. “If you care about something enough to write it down, I would like you to tell me. I already told you that I will read what you write. You like to write, and I want to learn to understand you, so I’m sure this will benefit us both.”

“Yes, Master. Also, another use for a diary is that… it helps unclog thoughts as it were. So say if you’re feeling upset, or just have too much on your mind, writing it down helps a lot if you want to make sense of something.”

“Yes, I know. I keep journals myself. Maybe I’ll let you read parts of them someday.” He smiles. “Maybe as a reward.”

“I’d love that, Master.” Peeking over his shoulder, Ruby tries to glance into the room they are standing in front of, curious to see what it is about.

Birgir turns around. “This is the guest room.” Walking into the room, he once again gives her a sign to follow her.

“But you said you don’t get many visitors, Master. Or do the ones you get tend to stay the night a lot? Normally, an unused guest room was turned into something more useful to the individual who owns the building.” Golden pools sweep the entire room slowly, taking as much in as they can and trying to commit it to memory.

The room is a bit bigger than Birgir’s own, with four beds standing in it. Beside each bed is a pile of hay. On the rear end of the room, there is another X-shaped cross leaning on the wall, and there are also cupboards and bookshelves with even more books.

“I don’t really have many guests, no”, Birgir says. “At least not right now - but that may change in the future, one never knows. I also don’t really have another use for the room. I put a few more things in here, like the cross, but for the most part, I just left it the way it was when I bought it.”

A look of sadness crosses her face as she speaks, ears flattening a little, as if a memory has forced itself to the fore. “Well Master, it is never too late to make friends. You don’t have to have the exact same interests, a little variety and differences are a good thing to have. Though it would be best if you both had at least one or two interests in common.”

Birgir laughs. “Finding shared interests isn’t the problem. The problem is that I don’t think highly of most people around me - particularly not of the stallions, but also not of most of my brethren. In case of the latter, it’s mostly mutual - bookworms are not held in high regard in our society, sadly, and this hasn’t changed much even with King Dainn in charge. Most of my brethren think of me as soft, maybe even weak, and I think of them as stupid and petty.”

“I’m sure you’re just exaggerating, Master. But an attitude like that doesn’t help matters either. Surely there must be at least one or two males you somewhat get along with at your place of work.” She rounds on him and, while smiling, does give Birgir a look of not liking what he just said.

“Oh, I get along with them just fine. I’m just not interested in befriending them. To be honest, I’m a bit surprised that you would be so insistent on me making friends with other males, caribou or pony, given what you have been through.”

“Everyone, regardless of race or gender should have at least one friend, Master,” Again a look of sadness flashes across her face as she says that, though it’s fleeting. “Besides, I trust you. Something about you makes me trust you even if you have only owned me for part of the day.”

Birgir looks away. “It’s not that they don’t trust me. They trust me alright. It’s that I don’t like them. I don’t like the principles by which they live, I don’t like how they behave towards each other, how they treat their slaves, and in case of the stallions, how their entire life now seems to be focused on making their slaves miserable with not much more else in mind. I’m honestly surprised you would even want me to make friends with someone like your former owner, for example.”

“Well, not like him, Master. But… maybe there are stallions or stags that share similar views on how to properly treat females. Maybe you could start a class or something on that.” A giggle can be heard and a smile of playfulness is directed towards the taller male.

“I haven’t stopped looking, Ruby, if that’s what you’re asking for. I keep this room the way it is for a reason.”

“Okay, Master. Any other rooms in the house?”

“The bathroom, at the end of the floor. I think I already mentioned it. There’s a shower in there, and a bathtub. You can use the shower any time you want, but you will ask me if you want to take a bath.”

“Yes, Master. I know they may not be available, since females aren’t that highly thought of, but… I was wondering if bath salts and the like are still available.”

Birgir nods. “They are, and I have some. I like to keep my body clean as well.”

“Thank you, Master. You wouldn’t mind if I use those, would you? Also… I know caribou think that mares should be presentable, so, are there actually any decent soaps, shampoos and conditioners available? I’d like to look my best for you.”

Birgir smiles. “As I said, I like to keep my body clean - and I would like my slaves to smell pleasant when I take them. Call it a personal preference. So yes, I have all these things, and you may use them when showering or when I let you take a bath.”

Trying to stifle her giggling, Ruby is unable to do so and bursts out laughing while shaking her head.

The stag looks at her in confusion. “Did I say something funny?”, he inquires.

Between bouts of laughter she replies, smiling goofily. “No, Master, but… there is a difference between being clean and smelling good and using the proper care supplies. Using the right supplies not only helps keep you clean, but helps make one’s fur, mane and tail softer, brighter and fuller looking.”

Birgir smiles. “Well, I definitely would want that for my slaves. We’ll see what I have and whether it’s sufficient for our purposes later. I think we should return to your cooking now, though.”

“Yes Master, it should be about ready by now.” Eagerly, she bounces her way down the stairs in a hurry, followed by Birgir close behind. Sure enough the smell of cooked food wafts throughout the house. Grabbing some cloths, she lays them out on the counter before grabbing another set and carefully pulls the pan out of the oven. There is not a hint of blackness on it at all, or it looking undercooked.

As the lasagna cools down, Ruby sets a large sauce pan on the stove and sets the burner on high. “Master, could you get the celery, onions, some ground sage and thyme leaves, please?” As she asks, her hands are busy tearing apart a couple of bread slices into small chunks while the tub of butter sits next to her.

“Vegetables are in the fridge”, Birgir says. “Spices are on the shelf over the oven.”

“I know you asked if I could cook, Master, and to prove it. But could get some help, at least with chopping the celery and onions, please?”

Birgir chuckles. “Seeing that you are otherwise busy, I guess I have no choice but to chop onions for you. I’m not going to punish you, but next time, I would like you to make proper preparations beforehand. Understood?”

He fetches some celery, a bunch of onions and a kitchen knife, then walks to the living room, takes place at the table and begins to chop them up.

“Yes, Master. I understand. It was something I thought of last minute to add to the meal.” Looking down and frowning, Ruby opens two cans of corn that are emptied into the saucepan, while the breadcrumbs are placed in a large bowl. Once that is set a couple spoonfuls of butter are added into a microwavable bowl before she grabs the spices. “Are you done with the celery and onions, Master?”

Birgir returns with the plate of chopped vegetables. “I am”, he says, handing it over to Ruby, then leaving the room again to wait at the dinner table.

“Thank you, Master. And sorry to make you do some work.” She keeps her head down and frowns as the vegetables are added to the butter, then thrown into the microwave, cooking for about eight minutes. The time is spent stirring the corn and adding a little butter for flavoring.

As it nears time for the food to be ready the mare looks at her sister slave, calling the cow over. “Fiera, could you be a dear and get a plate, glass and some silverware for our Master, please?”

The cow looks up from her place, first at Ruby, then at her Master, who gives her a nod. She stands up and slowly walks to the kitchen, fetching a plate, glass, and silverware, carrying it over to the kitchen table. Birgir seems to say something to her, and a second later, she’s back, fetching another plate, glass and piece of silverware. She looks slightly confused, but gives Ruby a warm smile.

Smiling back, Ruby is a bit curious as to her confused look, but shrugs and gets the stuffing out of the oven, setting it next to the lasagna and takes a deep whiff. Giggling, she realizes where the plates were taken to. “I should have been more specific, my fault,” With a smile, she fetches both plates and then looks back to the stag. “How much lasagna and stuffing you want, Master? And who is the second plate for?”

Birgir smiles. “Who do you think? You’re going to sit with me at the table while we eat, keeping me company.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, I just… I didn’t expect you would allow me that privilege,” As I wait for your answer to the first question I fix my plate, then looks around for Fiera’s bowl. “Is Fiera not eating? Fiera, could you fetch your bowl, please, and bring it to me.”

Fiera looks at her Master, even more confused now.

“Fiera usually eats after I’ve finished. I set a bit aside for her before I start”, Birgir informs the mare.

“Oh, I didn’t know. Sorry, Master. Sorry, Fiera. How much would you like on your plate, Master? And what would you like to drink?” The refrigerator is opened and the contents explored for possible drink options.

“Water”, Birgir responds. “I’m not in the mood for wine or mead today. I don’t want to spend my first evening with you drunk.”

“Yes, Master. You don’t drink juice or anything?”

There are a few juices in the fridge.

“Hm, didn’t think of juice. I usually drink juice with breakfast. Do you have any recommendations?”

“I prefer apple juice over everything else, Master.” Hesitating she closes the door, so as to conserve energy.

“Apple juice it is, then”, Birgir decides. “And give me a full plate.”

“Yes, Master,” Birgir’s plate is filled with approximately three even portions of lasagna, stuffing and corn, while Ruby’s has small portions. Both glasses are filled nearly to the top with the brownish, fruity juice. “Fiera, can you come get the glasses, please?” Leaving them on the counter, the red-furred mare gathers both plates and carries them into the dining room. The full plate is set in front of the stag while Ruby starts to place her plate on the floor, like a good slave should, then stops and with an embarrassed blush sets her plate next to him.

Birgir smiles at her. “Fiera feels uncomfortable sitting at a table, particularly together with her Master. If you feel the same, you don’t have to sit with me. But if this is just a result of your former owner’s training, then please join me at the table.”

“It’s more like… while he was my first owner, Master, he didn’t train me. I was trained for a few weeks by a couple of caribou and a yellow coated mare with a baby blue mane.”

“Vestri’s pet?”, Birgir asked.

“Maybe, her name is Sunny and wore a really, really impressive red collar, Master. I didn’t like her, though, to be honest, even if I shouldn’t say that.”

“Well, I also don’t like her owner. But anyway… if you were trained by the pet of Councilman Vestri, someone in the government probably thinks you’re important for some reason - though apparently not important enough to be made state property. Quite odd. I wonder if they’re monitoring your whereabouts.”

“No idea, Master. Though… I was one of the first mares that was caught here in Canterlot to accept a red collar. Maybe she was used to be an example of what a good red collar is supposed to be?”

“Vestri definitely presents her as such”, Birgir says. “More proof that he’s an idiot. Or in love, but given that he also acts foolish on completely unrelated matters, I guess it’s the former.” He chuckles. “But we’re going a bit off-topic by now. I was just curious about your reaction there. If this was part of the training and sitting at the table with me doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, please, sit down beside me. So, does it make you feel uncomfortable or not?”

“A little, Master. Also, I don’t want to make myself seem more important than Fiera. But if it is your wish, I’ll sit next to you.”

Birgir rubs his chin. “I see. That is a noble thought for sure.” He smirks. “Seems like I have to do something drastic.”

He then turns his gaze to Fiera. “Fiera, would you be okay if Ruby was allowed to sit and eat with me at the table?”

Fiera immediately shakes her head fervently. Even Birgir seems surprised about the intensity of the reaction, and the fact that Fiera didn’t even have to think. Her mind didn’t even seem to have had the time to be confused about being asked for an opinion. It is only several seconds later that she looks at him in surprise with wide eyes.

Ruby’s plate is set next to his and she soon sits down, looking a little uncomfortable and shocked at how quickly Fiera answered the question, though she still manages to smile as she waits for Fiera to bring the drinks in. The cow returns with the bottle and the full glasses only seconds later. She gives Ruby a soft smile, something like a deep respect shimmering in her eyes.

Her eyes wide, Ruby takes the two glasses and place the first one in front of Birgir. “What do stags normally do during dinner, besides getting serviced by a female and eating?”

Birgir laughs. “Drinking, of course. And also conversation. What else could we do?”

“I don’t know, Master. Was curious since I never got to really talk to a stag before. Sometimes, us ponies would watch movies and eat in the living room.”

Birgir smirks. “So you eat cheese while watching cheesy movies?”

Another burst of laughter doubles the mare over at the joke, her knee and forehead knocking into the wood. “OWW!”After rubbing the spots she hit she looks at him while trying to contain another burst of laughter. “Guess this isn’t the time for knock knock jokes, Master.”

“I don’t know any good ones anyway.” The caribou grins.

Giving him a playful pout, Ruby waits for him to start eating, hoping he enjoys the meal, and afraid of what may happen if he doesn’t.

Birgir takes his fork and takes a good bit of the food, putting it into his muzzle.

“Mh, this is really good. Is this enough for you?”, he asks, looking at the smaller portion on Ruby’s plate. “I don’t want my slaves to go hungry.”

“No, Master, but… I’ll admit, I’m a bit surprised I had the energy to not only play with Fiera, but to also cook and take the tour. My old Master, he… he didn’t feed me too much, and I heard eating too much after a certain amount of time of not eating can make one sick.” Her head hangs a little, not just at his question, but the memory of her old owner.

Birgir smiles. “A complicated way of saying that you’re not that hungry. But I understand. You eat what you have now, and we can still increase your portions slowly over time.”

“Yes, Master.” As he begins to eat, Ruby starts to take small bites, taking her time to chew and enjoy each morsel before moving on. The look and moans of pleasure at the taste are definite signs she has not eaten real food in a while.

“You seem to enjoy yourself, little mare”, Birgir observes. “I can’t blame you. This is really good. You did an amazing job with this.”

“Thank you, Master. I’m glad to hear you liked it. If… I was wondering… are you going to have me eat at the table all the time, or special occasions?”

“Well, I have already decided that I enjoy your company, so I want you to eat with me all the time.”

“Yes, Master. Maybe… could you get me a bowl please, for just in case reasons?”

“Of course I will. I might have guests some day that might be less appreciating of a female dining with them. For that reason alone, I should get you one.”

Smiling, the mare leans in and gives the caribou a light peck on his cheek, her lips flavored mostly by the sweet apple juice she has been sipping slowly to savor the taste. “Thank you, Master.”

Birgir gives a soft smile, then continues to eat. He eventually finishes his meal. “That was really good. Thank you, Ruby.”

“You are very welcome, Master.” Despite having less on her plate, the fact she took her time eating means that Ruby finishes a couple minutes after Birgir does.

“Alright, Ruby”, Birgir says. “Clean the plates and silverware. I’ll bring Fiera her food and drink.” He rises from his chair.

“Yes, Master.” Smiling, she gets up and with the dirty dishes in hand saunters over to the sink, flank wiggling in a teasing manner with each step in an attempt to toy with the the stag.

Birgir’s eyes run over the mare’s exposed flank for a moment. “Mh… I think we’ll both have a lot of fun later this evening.” He chuckles a little, then picks up Fiera’s bowl with the food and walks over to the cow’s place, to which she had returned after serving the drinks. Fiera is already lying on her pillows, waiting for her food.

He kneels down beside her and places the bowl in front of her. “Here’s your food. Ruby and I are going to go upstairs once she’s finished cleaning up. I expect you to sleep once you’ve eaten. I want you well-rested.”

Fiera nods. “Yes, Master.” Moving from a lying to a kneeling position, she looks over into the general direction of the kitchen. “Master, may I ask you a question?”

Birgir rubs his chin. “Alright. What is it, Fiera?”

Fiera looks over to the kitchen again, blushing. “May I… whisper it to you, Master?”

Birgir chuckles in amusement. “Alright.” He moves his head closer to hers, and the cow whispers something into his ears.

He immediately stands up, looking down at her. “Fiera, why would you ask something like that?” His voice sounds more confused and intrigued than angry.

While Birgir feeds the cow, Ruby sings quietly to herself while dancing her flank in place, small droplets of water splash onto her front, particularly her naturally large breasts and stomach. The amount of dishes to be done is not much and are quickly cleaned off and set in the drainer. At Master’s words, her ears turn to face their direction, a bit curious as to what would have caused such a response..

As Birgir sees Ruby standing in the door, he turns to her. “Fiera just asked me if you ponies have a word for a female Master”, he explains.

A strong blush covers Fiera’s entire face.

“Well, Master, that would be Mistress.” Her voice and body posture is a little hesitant and nervous, as if she is ashamed of something.

“Mh yes…”, Birgir mumbles. “I know you ponies had a word for it. Our own language doesn’t, but you could improvise one by adding a female ending, like -in or -a, to Herr. So it would be Herrin or…”

He pauses again for a second. “Huh. That’s odd. I have no trouble forming Herrin in my mind, but as soon as I try to form the other variant, I feel a sudden rush of panic.”

Another second later, he has gained his composure again. “Anyway. That isn’t even really the issue here. What really intrigues me is why Fiera would even ask such a question. It seems you have impressed her deeply. I mean, it is pretty obvious that she’s trying to find out how to address you in the future.”

“M… master”, Fiera whimpers.

“Silence!”, Birgir barks. “I’m talking to Ruby.”

The cow immediately falls silent again.

The mare’s ears fall a bit at his barking command to Fiera, looking first to Fiera then to the stag. “Master, I don’t mind. What if Fiera may have something important to say? Besides, only she can answer your curiosity over why she would ask such a question. Neither of us can, since we can’t read her mind.” The words are spoken in a way to be as respectful as possible towards the male.

“You’re right, Ruby”, the stag observes. “I guess I still haven’t fully gained my composure back. This is quite a surprise.”

He turns to Fiera. “So, Fiera… why would you ask such a question?”

“Um, uh…”, the cow struggles for words. “It’s just… Ruby isn’t like any female I have ever been with. I mean, I… I knew cows who was more assertive than I am, but… not like that. She can handle me, like only a Master can. I feel safe with her, and I know she will take good care of me while you’re at work. I’ll follow her every word, because I feel that she’ll know what to do. And she can… do so many amazing things. And… I want to please her, whenever she wants, in any possible way. I… I mean, I know she is still… below you, Master... but… she’s still… so far above me. I mean, I… feel like… I have to address her with respect, Master.”

Birgir rubs his chin. “Hm, I see.” He looks at Ruby. “Seems like you are something special. Or maybe you mares all are, but you have clearly left a deep impression on Fiera. What do you say? Will you allow her to address you as Mistress?”

“If you are comfortable with it, Master, then yes, she can,” Offering the smaller female a smile, she walks over to the cow and wraps her in a gentle hug, kissing a cheek gently. “And Fiera, I bet you can do all these things as well. You just need to be given proper encouragement and instruction,” An idea does come to the mare’s mind . “And tomorrow, you can help me out with something.”

Leaning in, Ruby whispers something in Fiera’s ear with a smile, flashing Birgir a smile. “Okay, sis. And remember, don’t tell him what I told you, or what I have planned.”

“I don’t like my females to have secrets from me”, Birgir reminds them. “But alright… Ruby, if you promise me that it won’t be dangerous for Fiera, I won’t inquire further.”

“It won’t be, Master, I promise. And I also promise that you’ll love this secret, and learn that sometimes secrets are a good thing,” The crimson-colored mare gives Fiera a wink before looking back at her owner, a question having been on her mind since he admitted to having a rush of panic. “If you don’t like it, Master. I’ll endure any punishment you deem necessary for my failure.”

“We will discuss that issue later”, Birgir says. “For now, I trust you.”

The large caribou male turns back to his cow. “Fiera, you also have to promise me something. You can call her Mistress as long as the three of us are the only ones here. But if anyone else hears that you call her that, I have to punish you harshly. Do you understand?”

The cow nods.

“Alright, Fiera. You may eat now. Ruby and I will go upstairs. Once you’re finished, you will sleep.”

Fiera nods again, and Birgir turns to Ruby. “Follow me upstairs”, he commands. He then begins to walk upstairs quickly with long, determined steps.

Nodding, the mare follows him quickly, still curious about his admission and the change of his movements, but stays silent. Her thighs rub lightly together, spreading the light patch of moisture that has attached to her inner thighs.

She enters his bedroom right after he does, finding him sitting on his bed, looking him over closely. “How would Master like to take his new slut? Would he like to sample her throat? Or maybe he would like her silky and wet pussy? Maybe he is feeling nasty and wants to try her experienced tail hole?” With each question, she smiles teasingly at him, bending over with her tail flagged and laying across her back. Delicate hands pull apart her flanks to expose both holes as her long, muscled legs spread widely.

“We will get to that”, her Master answers with a stern voice. “But first, I would like to sample your reason. Turn around and look me in the face, mare.”

Standing slowly, she turns to face her Master, biting her lower lip teasingly while her arms clasp behind her back, waiting for him to begin.

“You know, there’s one thing that makes me wonder if I haven’t overestimated you”, Birgir says coldly. “What was that comment about punishment all about? Were you not realizing why I’m worried? I already told you that Fiera has a history of getting herself hurt. Of course I will punish you if you get her hurt. Harshly, in fact. But that wouldn’t undo the damage to her, would it?

“Oh, you misunderstood me, Master. I promise she won’t be in danger, and what I have in mind does not involve knives or anything sharp or harmful.” She takes a deep breath while clearing up what she meant and was referring to.

“Good”, Birgir says. “Maybe I’ve just misunderstood your remark.”

“The reason I brought up the punishment, Master, is in case you don’t like the surprise I have planned for you. Does that clear things up, Master?”

“It does. And I will decide on that when I see it.” His face lightens up as he stands up from the bed. “But now, let’s see how the two of us can have some fun.”

With a smile, the mare stands there, waiting for a command from the stag while thrusting her full mounds out to him and teasingly parting her thighs, giving him a full view of her assets.

He walks over to her and casually lets his hands run over her breasts. In response, Ruby moans and pushes her breasts harder into his hands, even giving them a playful shake. “Mmmh, very nice…”, he mumbles. Taking off his hands again, he walks around her, giving her entire body a good look - finally ending with giving her a good slap on the rear.

At the sting of the smack, she lets out a yelp and jump a little, not expecting the spank at all, though her tail raises higher, fighting against the urge to cover the red- furred flanks.

He chuckles. “Seems like we’ll have to train you to stand still when I give your rear a smack.”

“Sorry, Master, it caught me off guard.” She hangs her head a little but smiles a little, giving her rear a wiggle.

The caribou smirks and gives another chuckle. “Well, then we have to train you to not be caught off guard. But now, to something else... “ He slowly walks over to one of his cupboards and pulls out two long ropes. “Yes, this could work nicely, hmm…”

Golden pools watch him curiously, eyes widening at the sight of rope, but the mare stays quiet and still.

“Alright.” The caribou walks back to her. “I know you had some bad experiences with bondage, but I want to show you that it can be relaxing. I’m not going to make it too tight. Stretch out your arms to the sides.”

Nodding, the mare bites her inner cheek as she obeys, he slender arms extended out, level with her shoulders and the hands flattened with palms facing the ground. She closes her eyes and waits for the feel of the rope against her body.

After forming a bight, he begins to tie it around her upper body, leading above and below her breasts several times, occasionally having it run through the middle and in the opposite direction. Eventually, he ran it down her back, ran it through underneath the middle, and pulled upwards.

“Drop your arms”, he commanded.

Slowly she lets her arms fall to her sides, but leaves enough room for him to work between if needed.

He led the rope back over her right shoulder, back down to the front, underneath the top and bottom lines of the harness, finally back up around the bottom line, then itself, and finally the top line, across the left shoulder, back to her back, finishing it with some kind of knot.

“A simple chest harness”, the caribou explained. “Pretty standard, one of the first things we learn when it comes to bondage.”

He walks around her, standing in front of her again. “It does emphasize your breasts nicely, Ruby. I hope it’s not too tight.”

“Actually, Master, I kind of like it. It feels comfortable and… is that silk rope you used? It feels a lot softer than the rough rope I was forced to be bound in.” With a giggle she looks down at her chest as best she can before looking for a mirror to examine herself in.

“It is”, Birgir responds. “Now, your hands to the back, arms pressed against each other in horizontal parallel.”

Immediately, she positions her arms as instructed, her biceps bulging a little as she places her left arm resting on top of her right, wrists twisted so her hands can grip the bent elbows, waiting for him to bind them in place. Her small, pink tongue runs slowly along her lips, wetting them as she takes note of the difference between this and what she had been forced to endure from her last owner.

Folding the second rope at the bight, Birgir leads around both her arms several times, eventually passing the bight over and through, and tying it with a knot. Pulling her arms up a little bit, he takes the rest of the rope and ties it into the chest harness, forcing her arms in place in this position.

He walks around her again. “Yes, this looks very nicely”, he observes, his eyes fixated on her tied body.

For his amusement, the bound pegasus mare playfully tries to struggle out of the ropes, not giving it any real effort.

Birgir chuckles. “Seems like you’re at my mercy, little mare. That means the fun can begin.” He walks a step towards her, and his right hand finds its way to her breast, giving it a good squeeze. “How does that feel, little mare, hm?”

Letting out a moan, she squirms a little at the squeezing, trying to rub her diamond hard nipple against the palm of his hand, arching her back a little. “Mmm, I like it, Master. It feels really good. I think I can learn to enjoy this, a lot.”

Birgir smiles. “That’s good to hear.” His right hand works its way down and between her legs while he gently puts his left hand on her cheek, moving a step closer and looking her in the eyes while he feels her up. “I will make you feel even better. But this is important: If you feel a stinging pain in your chest, I want you to tell me immediately. Understood?”

“Yes, Master, I will,” Biting her lower lip, she lowers her head a little, speaking in a partial whisper. “Master, I… I know most caribou have used the terms to degrade us mares, but… I don’t think you’re like that. I just… I wanted to see if you calling me… derogatory names would feel different than when it came from other males, like this bondage.” Her request is filled with moans at his touch, pressing her hips against his hand a little harder.

As he hears the mare’s request, the caribou smirks. Removing his right hand from her folds, he instead slaps it down hard on her butt cheek, pulling her even closer to him in the same move. “So my little cunt wants to be verbally humiliated, hmm?” Still smirking and his eyebrows raised, he looks her in the eyes.

The fur on her cheeks brightens a little, jumping at the smack, which leads to her pressing her bound mounds against his chest. She rubs her flank against his hand a little while parting her legs a little wider, lowering her eyes to the ground. “I… your mare wants to try it with you, Master.”

He moves his left hand under her chin, gently forcing her face upwards - and then roughly pushes his lips onto hers. Eagerly, she responds by kissing him back, opening her muzzle to offer him access, moaning at the closeness and the slowly building pleasure, eyes fluttering closed.

The caribou continues to enjoy her muzzle for a longer time, fiercely kissing her with his lips and tongue - but eventually, he breaks the kiss. “So… did you like it, cunt?” He chuckles, still looking into her eyes.

“Yes, Master. Your slut enjoyed it a lot. Please, show her more of the pleasure she had been denied until now.” Her breathing is nothing but pants as she looks into his eyes, fighting the urge to lower her gaze.

“So… you like to be humiliated. Good to know.” He puts both hands on her shoulders and starts to force her to her knees - obviously counting on her cooperation. She slides down his body sensually, letting her hard buds rub against his fur as much as she can while being pushed. With some clever maneuvering, she manages to position the hard bulge in his pants in the valley of her chest, rubbing the rope against it before settling lightly on her knees.

The caribou grabs her by the head, pushing her towards him and slightly down so it comes to rest right above his bulge, in the general area between his crotch and where his navel should be. “So that’s what you’re after, cunt? Don’t worry, you’ll get a lot of it very soon.” He withdraws his hand, obviously expecting her head to stay in this position.

“Yes, Master, if it pleases you. Your cunt is eager to show you how happy she is you saved her.” As her head comes to rest against his lower belly, she tilts her head down and lightly licks the top of the bulge real quick before moving back into the position he clearly wants her in.

“Did I tell you to do that?”, he asks harshly. “Do I have to teach my cunt some patience?”

“Sorry, Master. Please forgive your over eager slut.” She shrinks a little at the harshness of his voice, ears folding a little in slight fear.

“You are forgiven”, Birgir says. “But you will be silent now unless I address you.” He quickly takes off his shirt, revealing a slender upper body. Then, he puts his right hand back on Ruby’s head, gently letting it run through her hair. “Do you like what you see so far, cunt?”

She nods in response, trying to hold back a moan as her gaze examines as much of his exposed body she can. The all too familiar smell of caribou musk reaches her nostrils - but unlike all these other times with all these other caribou, it is not accompanied by feelings of fear, but of closeness and arousal. A fresh wave of heat sluices through her, causing more of her nectar to drool out of her pulsing lips, some of it staining the floor while the rest sticks to her thighs and mound.

“Is my cunt excited?”, Birgir asks, smirking down at her.

Again, she nods in response eagerly, letting out a light moan while fighting to stay in place as expected, breathing in deeply through her nose to take in and familiarize herself with his scent.

“Very well. It is time to give you what you so much desire - but you’ll have to earn it. Unzip my pants, and open the button.” He chuckles. “Let’s see how skillful you are with your muzzle.”

With a determined look, she first examines the zipper and button, using her snout to open the fly. The hardest part she knows will be the button. Hesitantly, she moves in and tries to bring her lower teeth to the metal disc while her upper teeth slips behind the waistband on his pants. Taking a moment to breath deeply, she begins to use her tongue and teeth to position the disc properly so it’ll slip out of the matching slit.

It takes a little bit of time, but eventually Ruby is successful in slipping the metal disc through, completing the first part of her task. Using her nostrils to keep the fly open, she gently bites the metal zipper and begins to tug it downwards, the task taking longer than it probably should due to her inexperience. She is met with victory when the zipper is fully lowered.

Looking up at him, Ruby flashes the male a smile while waiting for her next command.

Seeing his pants being opened, the caribou lets them fall to the ground, standing in front of her in his white underpants. He still has this wicked smirk.

“Very good, cunt”, he says. “And now the underpants.”

Examining him for a few moments, her gaze falls onto the almost exposed bulge he is sporting, an idea coming to mind, but not sure how he would like it.

“I see you like what you’re seeing”, the caribou chuckles. “This should give you a good bit of incentive.”

Taking a deep breath, she leans in and gives the bulge a kiss and lick before wrapping her lips around the hardness and sucks on it lightly, hoping he won’t get too mad at the trick.

Birgir chuckles. “Trying to trick me, hm?”

He takes one step backwards, leaving her without anything to lick at.

She pouts as he figures out her plan, and nods. Seeing she has to do it the hard way, she crawls forward and gently nips a piece of the waistband, tugging it downward before moving to the sides, repeating the process slowly. As she crawls around from side to side, using quick, light tugs, a little bit of whimpering can be heard, her knees on fire and starting to hurt. His underpants sit tight though, so they only slightly move downward, starting to reveal his cock in the process.

Taking a second, she stoos and pulls back, coming up with a new plan, wiggling her hands, trying to see what range of motion she has, with her arms bound like they are - coming to the conclusion that it will be impossible to use her hands for this.

Birgir lets out another one of his wicked chuckles.

Scrunching her muzzle in thought, she switches her place of attack, biting the bottom of the briefs gently, avoiding his balls as best she can and begins to tug it down with all her might. After a few attempts she repositions her bite, doing her best to grab as much of the material she can into her jaws.

It takes major effort, but the mare makes some progress, as finally, the last line of clothing between her and her Master’s shaft begins to slide downward.

“Good job, slut”, Birgir comments. “I see you’re motivated.”

Chuckling, he grabs her head with his right hand and pushes it against his crotch, his cock and balls resting on her snout now. In response, she takes a deep, shuddering breath with eyes closed, getting as much of his scent as she can.

“Now, be a good girl and worship your Master’s cock”, the caribou commands.

Using all of the knowledge she has learned from prior males, Ruby pokes her tongue out while using her muzzle to lift the thick slab of malehood, the tip of her pink muscle tickles the base of her Master’s cock, right where it meets with his balls. Slowly but surely, his member starts to harden.

Teasingly she begins to run her tongue up towards the tip, taking as much time as she can while her hot breath pounds against the silky soft flesh with her soft moans.

“Mmmh”, Birgir moans. “Seems like you’re a good cocksucker, cunt.”

As he compliments her, the mare gives the sensitive underside one last lick near the flared head and pulls her muzzle away. Taking a deep breath, the female relaxes her throat and slowly moves forward, engulfing the thick member in her hot, moist mouth.

“Mh, oh, yes”, Birgir moans. “That’s it… go on…”

Hearing his encouragement, she slides forward teasingly, stopping as only the head and a few inches beyond are inside. A moan vibrates against him as a tight seal is created by her lips, and instead of applying suction, she instead fills the space with air, puffing out her cheeks as hot air surrounds the meat while her tongue plays gently along the bottom and sides.

Suddenly, Birgir’s hand grabs the back of her head and just holds it in place with his cock in her muzzle. With an inward grin, Ruby tries to pull off, fighting against his grip - but to no avail.

Eventually, he pulls her head away from his cock, which slides out of her muzzle easily. “Enough”, he decides.

Then, he slowly walks over to the bed, his cock still erect, and sits down, facing Ruby. “Come over here and lick your Master’s hooves, cunt!”, he commands.

Silently, she crawls over, wincing a little with each step of her knees, but soon, the mare stops in front of him. Carefully, she bends over, trying not to smack onto the floor or his hooves. Half successful, her snout wiggles for a moment before her tongue sticks out and runs lightly against the nearest hoof, focusing right now on the area where his fur ends.

“You’re doing good so far. Go on!”, Birgir commands with a harsh voice. At the harshness, she bends to reach as far back on his left side of the hoof as she can and begins to run up and down the slide slowly, making sure to lick and clean every centimeter of the nail if possible.

“Very good, mare. Now the other one”, Birgir commands. Shifting in place, she moves over and gives his other hoof the same treatment, being meticulous enough to clean as much of it as she can

Once Birgir thinks she’s finished, he grabs her by the rope harness and pulls her upwards. Moving back onto the bed, he lies down on it, then pulls Ruby along until she comes to lie beside him, with her back towards him. Holding her in place with his right hand, his left hand first grabs her upper thigh and moves it upwards, sliding down along it until it reaches her outer folds. He starts to tease them, and eventually enters her cunt with two fingers. “I’m going to drive you crazy, cunt. You’ll beg for cock once you’re on the edge. If you come without my permission, you will regret it. Understood, cunt?”, he asks with a harsh voice.

Moaning, she nods while pushing back against his fingers, thrusting needingly as her wetness begins to overflow and stick onto her lower thigh along with his digits and wrist. Her breathing starts to get harder as for the first time since being enslaved, she will enjoy the impending torture and bliss.

He removes his fingers and gives her a harsh slap to the rear. “I asked you a question, cunt! Do. You. Understand?”

Yelping at the swat, she whimpers the second he pulls his fingers out. “Y- yes, Master. Y- our cunt u- understands, and… she’s sorry, Master.” The words are somewhat labored as Ruby apologizes.

“Good girl”, Birgir says as he lets his left hand rest on her butt cheek, still holding her in place with his right. He smirks evilly. “Now if you want these fingers back in there, you’ll have to ask for them nicely.”

A whine enters her voice as she tries to look back at him. “P- please, Master, may your lowly cunt please be honored to be tormented by your fingers until she goes crazy with pleasure! Torture your slut with promised pleasure as much as it pleases you!”

He chuckles. “If you wish it so much… but remember, no coming! You’ll beg for my cock when you’re on the edge.”

Once again, he lifts up her upper thigh with his hand, then lets the hand slide down to her folds, but quicker this time. Once he reaches there, he immediately enters her with three fingers and begins to finger-fuck her mercilessly. “Mmmh, is that what you wanted, little cunt?”, he asks.

“OOOH MASTER! Y- YES! PLEEEASE.... MOOHRE!” Lewd squelching can be heard from her lower lips while the mare pushes back against his fingers, meeting his pace with enthusiasm. The inner walls pulsate and message his digits tightly as the cliff edge of pleasure approaches rapidly.

“You’re on the edge, aren’t you, cunt? Remember, no orgasm without my permission. You know what I want to hear from you.” Birgir chuckles softly as he continues to assault her cunt with his fingers, splattering more and more of her wetness against himself, her and the bed sheets.

Arching her back as heavily as it can she screams out, loud enough to maybe be heard by those out on the sidewalk or in the other condos. “P- PLEASE MASTER! FUCK YOUR SLUT! GRACE YOUR LOWLY CUNT WITH THE PRESENCE OF YOUR GLORIOUS COCK! PURPLE HER IF THAT IS YOUR WISH!”

Birgir’s eyes widen, as if he has awoken out of a trance. He withdraws his hand. “P… purple you? I… would never want to do that. Did… did I go too far? I… I guess I let myself go when you said you wanted to be humiliated… I… uh…” He seems to be struggling with words. “I... I’m sorry, Ruby.”

Letting out a whimper she looks back, huffing and panting heavily with her eyes somewhat glazed over. However, she is conscious enough to have understood what he is saying, lets her ears fall back and frowns. “S- sorry, Master. I… I never knew how pleasurable being bound and… tortured could be. I… this is probably the first time I’ve enjoyed being bound, degraded and… sexually teased. It… it seems as if… we both went too far and… and have a lot to learn with each other.”

“Glad to hear you enjoyed it. But it seems we have to go slowly with the… playful humiliation. I’ll go gently from here - and since you begged, I’m going to give you what you asked for… if you’re ready.”

“Y- yes, Master. P- please, fuck your needy slut until… until she passes out from cumming so much.” Moans decorate her words while she lifts her upper leg, pushing her flank back in eagerness to feel him inside her.

Birgir smiles. “Alright then.” He thinks for a few seconds. “I… can’t even turn you on your back because of these damn wing sheaths. I always thought plucking those feathers was a mistake. I… can’t even look you in the face when I fuck you… hmmm…”

Blushing, she speaks a bit nervously. “W- well, Master, I… I could… ride you if you wish to look into my eyes.”

Birgir smirks. “So you want to be on top, hm? Well, let’s see…”

He sits up on the bed, leaning his back against the wall. “Alright, then. Come here and sit in your Master’s lap. Face me.”

The softness of the bed makes crawling easier after she finally manages to get up onto her knees. Her thighs part on either side of his hips, her drooling pussy hovering in the general area above his cock, a trail of her arousal can be seen on the sheets, staining the cloth.

“Gee, seems like you have to change the bed sheets tomorrow, Ruby”, Birgir chuckles. “And probably also each day after that.” He grabs her by the hips and slowly pushes her down on his cock, entering her. As the hard length begins to enter the mare, her back arches where only his hands are keeping her from falling back while she issues a drawn out, pleasure-filled moan. Her inner walls shudder as he spreads them, hugging his muscle tightly.

He pulls her close, pressing her body tightly against his own. Once again, the scent of his musk fills her nostrils. “Alright, little mare”, he whispers into her ear. “You’re getting what you want, so I expect dedication. Ride my cock. You may come whenever and as often as you want, but don’t stop until your Master has come.”

Nodding, she begins to move her hips slowly, grinding her speared pussy against his groin in circles, sometimes changing to a back and forth grinding as she leans against him for support. Her nipples drag against his chest, adding to the pleasure roaring throughout her nerves as her natural lubrication floods onto him.

It doesn’t take long for her to experience her first orgasm of the session, screaming in bliss as her hips jerkily dance against him while her upper body spasms and her limb muscles tighten. The slick, hot, inner walls surrounding his cock squeeze it in a deathlike grip, refusing to let go as a rush of her love juice spills onto Birgir’s lap.

“Ah! Ruby, don’t stop!”, Birgir commands.

Panting heavily, the mare takes a moment to regain her senses after coming down from the orgasmic bliss she just endured. Her moans are labored and unending as she weakly pulls herself up slowly and off of him, her flank shifting backwards, which applies more pressure against the underside of his cock as it is withdrawn.

Panting, she rises until just the tip is nestled barely inside her stretched entrance. With a smile, Ruby begins to ripple her walls around him while gyrating in slow, teasing motions, a part of her curious as to how he likes the teasing she is employing against him. The weight of her upper body rests solely on his chest, her bound breasts flattened against his body as sweat begins to cover her fur.

Birgir chuckles. “Taking a little revenge for my teasing earlier, huh? Alright, I will allow it - but the payoff should better be good.”

A moan answers him as she continues to tease him for a little bit longer, then, she slams down onto him as hard as she can manage, eliciting a partially painful yelp mixed with a moan at the force, her body stiffening as she nearly forces the tip past her cervical entrance.

“Oooh yes, that’s it!” Birgir groans, pulling her even closer towards him.

Hearing his groan, Ruby switches her tactics, eager to feel his seed in her womb. She uses force and speed now as she needily thrusts her body up and down. Each withdrawal is slow with her walls loose, stopping about halfway up his shaft. Tightening her muscles, she grips him as hard as possible with the super slick folds and slams down as hard as she can, the impact jarring her body as the head punches again and again against her cervix, demanding entry.

“Mmmmh, Ruby… oooh yeeeessss!”, Birgir groans, gripping her waist hard and pushing her down and against him even harder as he finally releases his seed into her. In response, Ruby screams silently as the air is forced out of her lungs in orgasm, her entire body goes stiff at the force as his head finally enters her womb. A thick stream of her mare cum streams out of her in force as her pussy squeezes the shaft, milking him for every last drop of his seed.

“Ooh, Ruby… that was amazing…”, Birgir says, panting heavily as he holds her close. Ruby shudders and gulps in much needed oxygen between pants, eyes closing as she savors the closeness with her new Master and the feel of his seed and cock inside of her. A part of her wondering if she has to worry about getting pregnant.

“Ruby, look me in the eyes”, Birgir whispers.

Weakly, she pulls away from him, barely holding herself up as her golden, hazy orbs lock onto his gaze. Her body sways a little as she supports herself, but she doesn’t look away. She moans softly in her throat while waiting for her Master.

Birgir reaches out with his left hand and softly touches Ruby’s cheek. “Ruby…”, he whispers.

Then, he moves his body forward and gently pushes his lips onto hers. Moaning lightly, she hungrily kisses him back. Her eyes close as she opens her muzzle widely, giving him full access. His tongue enters her muzzle very gently, softly exploring it, savoring her taste.

Two thoughts manage to force themselves into Ruby’s pleasure-addled brain as she submits to him, letting Birgir lead the dance between their tongues. First, she must be blessed to have been found by a male who actually cares for her, and secondly, never, in a million years and winning all the money in the world, would she ever have imagined herself falling for someone who belongs to a race that has forced her to become nothing more than an object to be used for a male’s pleasure - but then again, he seems to see things somewhat differently from the rest of his people.

Birgir eventually breaks the kiss. “That was wonderful, Ruby.”

He pauses for a few seconds, still holding her in his arms, slowly coming back to his senses. “So… it seems like you like to be humiliated, but it makes both of us lose control easily. Personally, I think at least the Master should always be in control of himself. If we go into this again, we should start slowly. I’ll think about what we can do, hmm… but for now, we should probably sleep. We both have work tomorrow.”

Nodding weakly, Ruby leans against him, her breathing somewhat normal now as her eyes slide closed, a satisfied and happy smile makes its way to her muzzle as she nuzzles him lovingly.

Birgir nuzzles back, then lets himself sink back onto the bed, dragging her with him until they both lie beside each other. The caribou gives his mare another short, sweet kiss on the lips. “Good night…”, he begins.

Then, he slaps himself on the forehead. “I almost forgot to untie you! Turn around, Ruby.”

Already half asleep, she tries to turn around, his softening member still inside her leaking folds, a mixture of their cum pouring lazily out of her body. Eventually, she lies on the bed with her back turned to him. With a few hand movements, he unties her, holding both ropes in his hands. Folding them carefully, his arm reaches over Ruby’s body and places them on a small desk next to the bed. Then, he wraps his arms around Ruby, spooning.

“Good night, Ruby”, he softly whispers in her ear.

“Night, Master.” Her response is mumbled as she drifts easily to sleep, snuggling against him happily.