Chapters No one expected to just stumble upon a hidden forest/underground civilization while chasing a rare species of butterfly. No one expected said civilization to be sapient foxes. No one expected said sapient foxes to be proficient in some form of magic. Yet the world is always full of surprises.
Knowing there was an entire species literally hidden underneath their noses, one would assume that there’d be mutual benefit for both pony and fox to now coexist peacefully without any problems.
If only things were that easy.
There had to be political negotiations, of course. Though the chance of war was almost non-existent, the four princesses of Equestria arranged a summit with the elders of the Fox Tribe, the civilization was discovered on what was originally thought to be Equestrian territory, after all. The Equestrians had agreed to give their land to the foxes, as well as exchange their information, knowledge, and a little bit of magical power. However, this deal seemed to benefit the foxes more than the ponies, so they would have to prepare their offering. Though they wouldn’t disclose what exactly it was, the foxes explained that it would help the youngest princess, Twilight Sparkle, with her studies.
Soon, the exchange of knowledge took place, each one handing the other an encyclopedia’s worth of information. However, the foxes had one last thing to offer.
“And, in order to make this exchange fair, we give onto your youngest princess one of our finest scholars, he shall serve you well, Princess Twilight Sparkle,” the elder said, bowing and stepping aside.
Another fox stepped forward. This one had white fur, but long, flowing silver hair that reached his chest. Similar to the other foxes, he had markings along his arms, legs, face, ears, and tail, colored the same silver as his hair. “Artemis Alexander, at your service.”
“We have given you one of our smartest foxes to be your servant..” the elder explained.
“Wait, servant?” Twilight tilted her head in confusion.
“Yes, Artemis here will be your personal retainer, if that word makes you feel better.”
“Uh, I’m not entirely sure I need a servant of any kind.”
“Why not? With that little dragon of yours running around doing everything, I figured your kind would have no problem with enslavement,” Artemis muttered under his breath.
“Oh, but we insist! It’s how we can make this exchange of information fair. So please, use him as you see fit,” The elder said, nodding.
“Uh...alright, then.” Twilight didn’t exactly like the concept, but she certainly wasn’t going to be cruel to him. Twilight extends her hoof out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Artemis.”
“Please, the pleasure is all mine, princess,” he says, giving her a toothy grin.
After the exchange was over, Twilight and Artemis returned to Twilight’s castle.
“Well, Artemis, I don’t exactly need a servant, but I am interested in learning more about you. Do you mind answering questions I have about your species?”
“Sure, ask away,” Artemis said, hopping onto the couch and reclining.
“Well, foxes use magic, right? How does that work?” She asked, putting a quill to her notepad.
“Oh, every time a fox is born, the parents and elders hold a ritual. We go into a special section of the forest, where we have an altar. It’s shaped like a bowl, balanced precariously on a pile of stones. The parents place the kit in the altar, and they sing the traditional enchantment song, and that is what imbues the kit with magical energy. That’s also what gives us longevity, you know. A few years means nothing to us.”
“I see, this is very interesting!” Twilight nodded, writing all the information down.
“And what about eating habits? What do foxes usually eat?”
“Well, we usually eat what we can forage or hunt for. The usual stuff, you know? Birds, mushrooms, duberries if we’re lucky, seeds…”
“Duberries?” Twilight looked up from her notepad, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah, Duberries are these rare berries that are half red, half blue. they taste like two fruits in one. You stumble across a ripe patch of duberries, you eat like royalty for like a week.
“Fascinating…” Twilight began scribbling down more notes.
“But, there is one thing that’s even rarer than the duberries. We consider it the finest of cuisine.”
“And what’s that?”
“The satisfaction of telling an airheaded princess absolute bullshit,” Artemis said with a coy smirk.
“What.”
“Oh yeah, I was making that shit up. Figured someone smart would’ve caught on way before, but, oh well,” he chuckled.
Twilight kept trying to make the best of her new servant without trying to be cruel, but every time, Artemis had fouled up his duty, claiming it was an accident. Even the most menial of tasks, Artemis found a way to make a mistake on. Eventually, Twilight’s patience wore thin.
“Artemis, I don’t think that you’re taking your position here seriously…”
“Oh, guess I’m sorry. I’m just some slave that was unceremoniously dumped onto a princess I never met and am forced to work under ‘til I die. Sorry I don’t live up to your sky-high expectations, your highness.” Artemis scoffed, crossing his arms as he leapt onto the couch.
“Look, Artemis, I know you feel pretty bitter about this situation, but I’m trying to make this work out for both of us. I won’t use you as a slave, but at the very least, can you cooperate with me?”
“Listen here, princess,” Artemis growls, invading Twilight’s personal space. “Where I’m from, the other vixens would do anything just to get the chance to do whatever I wanted them to do. I’m only here because I’m so smart, they didn’t know what to do with me. So fine, I’ll do whatever your precious little princess heart desires. But you would be the dumbest creature alive if you think for a second I have to like it.”
“...I see...very well, I’ll leave you to do as you wish for now,” Twilight said, starting to walk away. “Just don’t destroy anything, alright?”
“Sure thing, princess,” Artemis said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Twilight began walking outside the castle. She still didn’t like the idea of having Artemis as a servant, but at the very least, she expected some respect for her instructions and rules. She needed a little outside help, and seeing as there was an animal she needed to control, she knew the perfect pony to go to.
“Oh my, this Artemis fellow sure sounds like a lot of trouble…”
“He really is, do you have any advice for how I can control him better, Fluttershy? Maybe teach me how to use The Stare or something?” Twilight asked, sitting across from her friend in her cottage.
“Twilight, The Stare is only meant for a last resort!” Fluttershy said sternly. “But, I think there is something else you could do…I think that you need to have more of a commanding presence. Even though you’re not using him as a servant, you still need to make him understand you’re in charge.”
Twilight blinked. The concept of Fluttershy telling her to be more assertive left her stunned for a moment. “Alright, so how do I do that?”
“Well, it seems like the root problem is his behavior. You need to give him some corrective discipline and break of him his bad habits, alright?”
“Yeah, I think I get it now!” Twilight nodded.
“Do you need me to come with you to help out?” Fluttershy offered. “I don’t know how much different this Artemis is from the foxes I know, but I’m sure I could try something.”
“Thanks, Fluttershy, but I think this is something I can handle on my own.” Twilight smiled, a plan already forming in her head.
“Oh, alright. Good luck then, Twilight!” Fluttershy said, waving goodbye to Twilight as she left.
Twilight headed back to her castle, finding that Artemis hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch. As long as he stayed there, she could start studying uninterrupted. She went into her library, looking over the massive collection of books.
Though Twilight had gathered a good collection of book on pet control, she felt that they were a bit lacking. Artemis had a lot more sapience than a common house pet, she needed something different. Twilight continued searching through her library until she found a group of books that seemed to suit her needs. They were a bit saucy, but upon further inspection, she found that the characters in the story were able to completely dominate the other. She began to study those for reference, adding more of those stories to the pile of reference material.
By the time that Twilight had finished studying, it was already evening. The sun was setting past the horizon. Though she had an idea of what to do, it would take a bit more preparation to execute. She got to work on her second phase of her plan, hopefully she would be done by morning.
An Itch that Needs Scratching
The sun eventually rose, a new day had arrived. However Artemis woke up fairly late in the morning. He lets out a satisfied yawn, trying to stretch out his limbs, but quickly found that most of his movement was restricted.
Artemis started to panic upon finding he was restrained. The room was dimly lit, but with his limited vision, he could see that he was strapped onto some sort of metallic frame, with his arms outstretched and his legs closed together.
His attire had also changed as well. What used to be a casual overcoat and pants was now a black latex bodysuit, with zippers on certain parts of his body. Only his head and bare paws exposed. He also felt something wrapped around his neck, though he couldn’t look down to see what.
“Oh, good. You’re finally awake.” a familiar voice suddenly said in the darkness. The lights turned on, giving Artemis a better view of where he was. It certainly looked like a part of the castle, but nowhere he had been yet. Most importantly, he saw Twilight Sparkle standing right in front of him.
“What...what’s going on, princess?”
“Glad you asked,” Twilight said with a grin. “Seeing as you have been fairly uncooperative, I have decided that you require corrective behavior treatments. Plus, it gives me a wonderful opportunity to run some tests!”
“...Tests? What tests?”
“Oh, nothing much, just some simple experiments on how foxes react when certain stimuli is applied. That’s what the suit is for,” Twilight said, pointing at him. “It maintains your vitals, keeps your bodily functions in check, and relays information about your heart rate, brain activity, and so on. I get the information stored on there,” she says, pointing at a computer, the monitor displaying his heartbeat. “The collar around your neck disables your magic, so you can’t interfere with the experiment once it’s in progress.”
“Maintain my vitals? Disable my magic? This is ridiculous! Let me out of here this instant!” Artemis snarled.
“I can’t let you out. Doing so would ruin the experiment. Besides, you serve me, remember?”
“You maniacal little brat! I refuse to take part in any of your twisted experiments!” Artemis yelled, trying to break free.
“First, I have to get your controlled reaction to stimuli.” Twilight said, sitting down by Artemis’s bare paws, ignoring his protests. “However, I need for your other senses to be left out as much as possible.” Twilight’s horn started to glow, and so did the zippers near his neck.
The black latex began covering more of Artemis’s face, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed. Artemis started to violently thrash, his rage turning to panic as a thick blindfold was slipped on him. “No! You can’t do this! Hey! Stop! Stop this at o-MMMPH!” His protests were cut short as even his mouth was zipped shut, and his ears covered by thick plastic.
Twilight began poking and prodding Artemis’s exposed paws, observing all the reactions he made, occasionally taking a glance at the computer monitor to see the activity of his vitals.
With only Artemis’s sense of smell and touch active, the light poking was enough to evoke violent thrashing. He screamed as loud as he could in the suit, his muffled cries reaching no one but Twilight.
After Twilight was finished poking, she began dragging her index finger up and down the paws.her movements slow and methodical, watching how his feet reacted to her gentle touch.
Artemis flinched. He tried to stay resistant to the finger, but he quickly cracked, a steady stream of muffled laughter leaving his locked lips.
“Fascinating…” Twilight said to herself. Granted this was due to the sensory deprivation, but the fact that she was getting this kind of reaction from one finger was remarkable.
After enough gentle tickling, Twilight adjusted the sleeves on his ears, letting Artemis hear her clearly, if only for a brief moment. She at least allowed him the courtesy of explaining what she was doing. “Excellent. Now that I have enough data for the control, I’ll see how you react to other forms of stimuli.” With that, Artemis’s sense of hearing was dulled once more.
Twilight put on some gloves, taking out a jar of orange powder. She unscrewed the top and sprinkled a bit of the powder on his toes, waiting to see his reaction.
Artemis didn’t register the powder on his paws at first, but he soon felt the effects. At first, it was a small tingling, enough to make his toes twitch, but soon that tingling turned into an annoying itch.
“Alright, subject seems to be reacting as expected to the itching powder,” Twilight said to herself, writing down notes.
Artemis curled his toes in response, trying to rub the itching feeling away, but he only succeeded in spreading out the itching powder further across his paws. He put himself in a vicious cycle. The more his feet wiggled and jerked, the more the powder spread. The more the powder spread, the more his feet itched. The more his feet itched, the more his feet wiggled and jerked.
Twilight was somewhat impressed that Artemis’s wiggling had saved his a little bit of time. However, the experiment couldn’t continue unless the powder was applied evenly. She began sprinkling more of the itching powder onto his paws, using her gloved fingers to make sure it covered his squirming paws.
Artemis yelped as the powder started to affect the rest of his paws, the itching sensations only getting worse. His feet continued to rub against each other, his toe claws trying to scratch the powder away, but no matter what he did, the itching sensation wouldn’t stop.
“Well, unfortunately, I can’t stay for long, I have errands to run,” Twilight said, standing up. “I have to make sure that you don’t find a way to remove the powder in my absence, so…” Twilight’s horn started to glow, cuts of string simultaneously wrapped around each of Artemis’s toes, the other end tied to a loop somewhere on the frame he was strapped down to.
Artemis let out a muffled whine, unable to wiggle his toes, the one luxury he had was now taken away.
“But before I go, I’ll give you another stimulus to keep you busy,” Twilight said, her horn glowing once more, summoning two wooden paddles by her side. She closed her eyes, blasting the paddles with a bit of her magic before stepping back to make sure her spell worked.
Twilight’s horn stopped glowing, but the paddles were still surrounded by her magical aura. The paddles started to move on their own, heading towards Artemis’s paws to give them a light smack.
Each hit from the paddles made Artemis jolt, a muffled grunt leaving his lips. Without vision, he could not anticipate when they would hit, and it would catch him off guard every single time.
“I’ll come back soon and check on your progress.” Without another word, Twilight turned around and walked out of the room, shutting the lights and leaving Artemis alone.
Artemis hadn’t even realize Twilight had left. All he knew was that something was spanking his itching paws. The force of the strikes didn’t cause extreme pain, but each strike started to make his paws tender, and each strike was made worse.
Artemis screamed, hoping that someone, anyone in the castle would hear his muffled cries for help. Perhaps that dragon was taking some ponies on a tour of the castle, and they would overhear him, and go to investigate out of sheer curiosity, and save him from this hell. Maybe the dragon would call out Twilight for her lack of ethical experimentation, and he wouldn’t have to serve her anymore. He figured it was only a matter of time until he was rescued…
The feeling of helplessness finally starts to sink in for Artemis as minute after minute passes, and there was no sign of his treatment getting any better. The itching was maddening, the powder on his paws making him scream in frustration.
Eventually, Artemis began to enjoy the paddles’ strikes, the light pain from the paddles was infinitely preferable to the itching powder spread across his paws. He hoped that eventually, the strikes would shake off the itching powder, then he would only have to deal with the paw spankings. It was a more realistic outcome than anyone coming in to save him at this point.
Though he kept trying to break free, he was already mentally exhausted. His agonizing howls were now pathetic whimpers. He swore that the itching powder made its way into his suit, because he felt the itching sensation crawl up his body, or perhaps it was his mind’s way of diffusing the intense sensations on his paws.
He assumed that Twilight was still there, laughing evilly as she slapped his paws with the paddles. At first, he began cursing out a princess who wasn’t there, then bargaining, hoping that she would hear his muffled demands, then he started begging, trying to do anything to save himself from that maddening itch.
After what felt like a week to Artemis, Twilight had returned to the room. She was curious to see how her experiment was coming along. With a little work of magic, the paddles stopped, and most of the itching powder was cleared away.
Artemis’s paws, after an entire day of itching and spanking, were now puffy and red. His paw pads were practically throbbing.
Artemis began crying tears of joy when he felt the sensations on his paws stop. He was unable to sleep, the paddles, powder, and suit’s functions keeping him not only conscious, but fully awake.
Twilight took off the ear covers, she wanted to let Artemis know what she had to say. “This is great work, Artemis. You’re really helping my research!”
“FHGGNG LMT MMM HHT HF THNF HMLL!” Artemis screamed, now knowing that Twilight was there.
“Now, I have to clean your paws and test your sensitivity again before moving on to the next part of the experiment,” Twilight said.
“THMMMF FHGGNG MMMRHM?”
Twilight put the ear covers back on, grabbing a toothbrush. She began scrubbing away at his tender paws, making sure to get all the powder off.
This was both heaven and hell for Artemis. The bristles were satisfying an itch that needed scratching for a long time, but at the same time, his paws were so sensitive, the slightest touch was enough to make his body try to jerk in ticklish agony.
After enough scrubbing, Twilight began to poke and prod at the paws again. Her fingers gently exploring the new, reddened paws.
Artemis’s jerking got more violent, or at least, it tried to be. With his whole body restrained, his struggles still didn’t amount to much.
Twilight wrote down some more info, before she removed the ear covers once more. “I’ll let you in on a secret about this experiment, but only because this test is going fantastically. I was only gone for a few minutes.”
“MMMPH?!” Artemis couldn’t have heard that right. This torture had to have gone on for months.
“Oh, but you probably felt it going on for...maybe twenty-four hours? See, the wonderful thing about this place where I’m keeping you, is that time works a little differently here. A long time in here is just a passing moment outside. An hour can pass in the literal blink of an eye. So a few hours outside means years in here for you,” Twilight says, making sure that Artemis hears every word.
Artemis whimpered, feeling his heart sink in his chest. Nothing about this explanation felt like there was any good news for him anywhere.
“But, then again, it may be even longer. Who knows? I’m just some airheaded princess, after all. I’m sure you can handle it, though. I recall you saying that a few years meant nothing to you...” Twilight said, echoing his previous words.
As Artemis was protesting, he heard some zippers unzip, and he felt a cool breeze ran across his nipples and crotch. He felt something cold and metallic wrap around his shaft.
“Oh, but don’t worry. These experiments are sure to keep you busy for a very long time.”
Artemis felt something cold squirt onto his paws, then his cock, then his nipples, then three pairs of hands rubbing his exposed areas.
“And just one more thing to do…”
Artemis felt something wrap around his muzzle, and something puff against his nose every time he inhaled. The smell was familiar, yet he couldn’t quite recall what it was at the moment. He could worry about it later, the constant rubbing to his cock, nipples, and paws was a more pressing matter. He slowly, but surely felt himself get unwillingly erect from the constant stimulation to his private parts.
“Perfect, I’ll come back to check on your progress in a day or two. Well, not a few days for you…” Twilight said with a dark chuckle, putting the ear covers back on him, watching as the hands rubbed oil over his exposed parts.
The magical hands had a gentle touch, but with Artemis’s hypersensitized paws, that gentle touch was electric. He screamed as the hands began rubbing something over his paws, the little brushes against his paw pads tortured his nerves.
Twilight watched his reactions for a little while longer, making sure her experiment was going as planned, before walking back out the door, leaving the fox alone in the room outside of time.
Artemis was trapped once more, deprived of all his senses but touch and smell. The scent that was constantly puffed into his nose gave him a sense of familiarity and warmth, but also one of unease and worry. It was the only thing he could focus on distract from the hands constantly rubbing the oil on his body.
Though the hands rubbing his paws was driving him insane, he had to admit the rubbing on his cock and chest was somewhat pleasant. It was somewhat like a massage. He tried to find something positive to salvage from this situation. If Twilight was telling the truth about this place being a time chamber of sorts, he didn’t know how long he’d really be trapped.
Half an hour into the experiment, and the hands continued to rub the oil onto his body. Artemis let out a moan of sexual pleasure. The hands continued to stroke his shaft, temporarily keeping him into a state of lustful bliss. He only snapped out when he came to realize it had been so long, and he had not orgasmed once. No matter how much his cockw as toyed with, his orgasm never came. The constant edging kept his heart racing and mind frazzled as the hands teased his feet and nipples.
About three hours into his torment, Artemis realized what the scent was. It was Twilight. He was forced to inhale her scent the entire time his sensitive areas were being rubbed. He couldn’t stop it. Every time the hands stroked his shaft, tickled his paws, or pinched his nipples, he kept smelling Twilight. His mind had been linking her scent to this torture. He was terrified to think of why she planned this part of the experiment.
Artemis had another terrible realization while trapped in the chamber. Every time the oil was applied, his feet, nipples, and cock got more sensitive. He didn’t notice at first because it had been happening so slowly, but now that he was aware, he could feel a distinct difference. The once comforting rubbing now became an onslaught of stimulation that made him scream.
His mind couldn’t handle all of the stimulation he was receiving. The rubbing hands increasing the sensitivity of his already hypersensitive body. He was constantly on the edge of orgasm, but never allowed to get that sexual release he wanted.
If the itching powder was hell, Artemis had only gone to another one of its circles.
Artemis cried out for help over and over. This time, not for some passerby to save him, but for some divine force to intervene and end his suffering.
The suit had some magic enchantments to sustain him for extended periods of time. He didn’t feel hunger, thirst, or physical fatigue. Any sort of waste was discreetly disposed of, save for the pre that was constantly dribbling down his shaft, washed away by another squirt of oil that was generously rubbed on.
On occasion, the hands would change techniques every so often, just so Artemis wouldn’t get used to anything. For a majority of the time, the hands would be focused on rubbing the oil against the exposed areas, but every so often, they would start to tickle. The fingers would circle his nipples, or tease his shaft, but his paws got the worst of the treatment. The fingers would skitter against his paw pads, drag down his arches, wriggle between his toes, or rake down his soles. If Artemis’s throat could get sore from screaming, his voice would have gone out before the first hour was done.
Days passed, then weeks, then months, eventually, an entire year passed in the chamber. Artemis had been trapped and conscious the entire time. Though after two weeks, his sense of time was distorted. He no longer had a grasp on how long he had been there. Every second felt like an hour of hell.
Five years passed by in the chamber, but for Twilight, it was only a few hours passed with a satisfying nap. She had returned to her experiment, dispelling her magic with one swift motion. After checking all the data she had collected from the computer, she removed the scent mask and the hood from Artemis’s head, letting him see, hear, and speak once more.
Artemis was still squirming and shuddering even after the hands stopped, he still felt them tickling his body even without any physical contact, his nerves were hypersensitized to a point that he couldn’t comprehend. The sudden freedom stunned Artemis, leaving him in a state of confusion for a few moments. Artemis blinked. This was the first time he was able to actually see something in ages.
“Hello there, Artemis. I have good news. The experiment is finished!”
Twilight’s words rang in Artemis’s ears. All the sensations from his once dulled senses hit him hard. The light in the room was nearly blinding him. “H-huh?”
Twilight barely waited for Artemis to react before she continued, “But, there’s just one more thing I’d like to do with you.”
“I-Is it...is it over?” Artemis said, still trying to process everything that happened to him in these short moments.
“See, it’s entirely possible to reverse all of the experiments I’ve performed on you, even give you those years of your life back,” Twilight started, tenting her fingers.
Artemis’s eyes widened, if there was any sort of possibility to take all of this back, he would leap on the opportunity and cling onto it for dear life.
“So, I can happily reverse everything, you just have to do one simple thing, alright?”
“A-anything…” the fox weakly replied.
“All you have to do is be quiet for ten seconds. That’s all.”
Artemis tensed up. There was definitely a catch.
“I’ll give you as many tries as you want, but every time you fail, it’s another year in the chamber for you.”
Artemis’s ears folded to the side of his head. He couldn’t fathom lasting another second of being tortured, another year sounded dreadful. But the idea of being free was too tempting. “A-alright…”
“And, to assist me in your test…” Twilight said, opening the door. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna stepped forward, playful smirks on their faces.
Artemis felt his heart sink, if they were going to be testing him, then having three princesses there meant he stood no chance in whatever test they were planning.
Celestia and Luna both took a spot in front of Artemis’s paws. “I must say, Twilight. It’s quite impressive how you managed to create this time chamber,” Celestia marvelled.
“Yes. However, I’m more curious on what exactly your experiments did,” Luna said, wiggling her fingers in front of Artemis’s left foot.
“Alright, Artemis. Be quiet for ten seconds in three, two, one!” Twilight declared, looking at a stopwatch.
The two sisters quickly got to work in trying to break Artemis. Celestia began lightly tracing her index fingers up his arches, while Luna squirmed her fingers between his tied toes.
Artemis tried his best to be silent, but thanks to Twilight’s experiments increasing his sensitivity exponentially, he failed almost immediately. “AAAAAGH! NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Sorry, that’s a year in the chamber for you, but I’ll let you try again...three, two, one!”
The countdown was barely enough for Artemis to steel himself, but he grit his teeth for round two.
Celestia began drawing patterns on Artemis’s heel. Luna began dragging her tongue across his tender paw pads, giving his paw long slurps.
Only one princess’s teasing required to make Artemis lose, having two was honestly overkill. Artemis let out a moan instead of a laugh, his cock twitching and dripping pre. He had spent years constantly on the edge of orgasm, never once allowed the luxury of release.
“Another failure, another year. One more try, three, two, one!”
Wanting to join in, Twilight hopped onto Artemis’s face, making sure her crotch was right next to his nose. She extended her leg out, her bare foot rubbing against Artemis’s exposed chest.
The scent of Twilight set Artemis off, all those years of associating that scent with the torture he had endured for years made him scream out in agony.
Twilight shook her head. “That’s another year, Artemis! I’ll give you another chance...three, two, one!”
Artemis kept trying to keep quiet, but the three princesses never gave him any sort of mercy. Every cackle and moan that slipped through his lips was just another year in the chamber, where Twilight had prepared plenty of tickling tools to keep his poor paws busy. She at least gave him the mercy of letting him cum all he wanted for the many years he had to spend in there.
Over a day has passed outside, where Twilight finally released Artemis from his prison, hoping that she had disciplined him properly.
Artemis was relieved beyond belief at his release, but he faced an entirely new challenge. The mere act of walking was enough to make him squeal in ticklish agony, simultaneously arousing him to near-orgasm from a few steps. He had to learn to become a more obediant servant in this new life of his.
“So, how are things going for you, Twilight?” Celestia asked, taking a sip from her teacup.
“Oh, wonderfully! I’ve been really productive now that I have two very helpful assistants,” Twilight nodded, before looking over towards the other side of the table. “Isn’t that right, Artemis?”
“Y-Y-Yes, your highness.” The fox nodded, looking down at the table. Years of torture having broken his spirit almost entirely.
Meanwhile, Princess Luna, still wanting more playtime with Artemis, was underneath the table. Her fingers idly poking at the still-reddened paws.
Artemis started to shake in his seat, the little teasing was already enough to get him erect and leaking pre.
“Artemis, why don’t you tell us all about how helpful you’ve been to Twilight lately?” Princess Celestia asked, leaning against the table.
“W-W-Well…” Artemis stammered, trying not to burst out laughing and cause a scene, though the constant teasing of his hypersensitive paws certainly didn’t help him. “I’ve been helping P-Princess Twiliiiiight reorganize her l-liiiibrary...and I’ve been p-p-preparing her meals…”
“Mmhm!” Twilight nodded, “He’s a very good cook,” she said, looking at Celestia with a knowing grin.
As Luna dragged her fingers up and down the fox’s arches, she plucked a feather from her wing, using it to tease Artemis’s dribbling shaft.
“BWAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP IT!” Artemis suddenly cried out, pounding the table as he shot out his load.
“Hm...I guess someone needs more time in the chamber, I’ll ready another experiment.” Twilight shook her head with a smile. The pursuit of science never ends.
