The Consensually Lovely and Kinky Collection

Chapters

A Dragon's Treasure
The Gold Band Collar
The Purple Band Collar
The Orange Band Collar
Lightning's New Attire
Boo Boo Goes to the Market
A Griffon's Collar
A Royal Ritual
Ribbon Twist's Dance
Dragon Hoard's Shop
Guard Gangbang
The First Eternity
Smoothing the Crease Out

A Dragon's Treasure

Author's Note

A Dragon's Treasure written by Manifest Harmony, edited by Wing, Seraphem and Troposphere

Contains: Starlight x older Spike romance with some Spike X Starlight X Trixie X Maud, pony hoarding, bondage and BDSM, cute fluff, predator prey play, cuddles, rough sex, aftercare, rough oral, facefucking and deepthroating, romantic sex, anal sex and butt plugs, actual plot, double penetration, character development, public sex, excessive amounts of dragon cum, cumflation, gags, double dragon dicks (AKA hemi-penises)

A Dragon's Treasure

It was barely evening so it wasn’t all that surprising to find the locker rooms deserted. Starlight watched the only other pony in the room, a young pegasus mare, snap a padlock on her beautifully tailored eternity collar. Starlight eyed her wistfully as the mare pranced out of the locker’s safe zone and out into the public play areas.

“Must be nice,” Starlight murmured with a touch of envy as she slotted her membership badge into the keyhole in her locker and gave the door a despondent tug. It opened to reveal her own standard-issue red collar and cuffs, the basic set all new members received on joining the Society.

She wasn’t entirely sure whether the envy she felt was more towards the mare’s cute, custom-made gear or the fact that she sported an eternity collar announcing to the world that she was a happily married mare. She picked up her own collar, allowing its silver studs to glisten in the light. The studs were the Society’s code for ‘I consent for anyone to approach me’, or, in Starlight’s case, ‘Somepony, anypony, please take me and make me fit in somewhere, anywhere’.

Her eyes were drawn to the poster stuck to the back wall of her locker, a subtle art-deco rendition of a curtsying maid. ‘Join the charity maid training getaway with the one and only Twilight Velvet. Seven brands for admission.’It boasted a custom-tailored, Velvet-brand kinky maid makeover; Dress, styling, training, hanging out with the ‘in’ crowd, the whole shebang.

Starlight placed a longing hoof on the poster. It was a guarantee, a promise, to transform Starlight Glimmer, the square-peg-awkward oddity, into the next Twilight Velvet, effortlessly-sexy super-popular kink goddess.

Okay, maybe not a sexy kink goddess, but it’d totally help her fit in a bit better. Seven brands was a small price to pay for that. Or it would be if only she could score a decent pay at the Society.

The kink club offered plenty of part-time opportunities to earn its play currency, the aptly named lashes, tallies and brands. Her exceptionally enthusiastic probation officer, a pegasus mare named Cirrus, had tried to introduce her to all the best-paying part-time jobs at the Society.

Unsurprisingly, a probation officer wasn’t the best of referees. It would appear even the kinkiest ponies in Equestria weren’t all that excited about hiring an ex-con.

She slipped her collar snugly around her neck and locked it in place. She shook her funk off and gave her mane a quick brush in the locker mirror before putting her game-face on. At least Cirrus had found one place willing to hire her, and by Celestia, she was gonna work the hay out of that job and score those brands!

She stood up on the tips of her hooves to reach for a decanter of 45% Starbright on the shelf behind the bar. She gave a little sigh as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bar’s reflective counterpiece. It didn’t help that having a bigger rump only emphasized how few tallies she had on it. Five tallies was all she had to her name. Five tallies was nowhere near the seven brands she needed.

So here she was, working for five lashes an hour, pouring drinks behind the bar. Admittedly, the Afterlight was a good place to work, being a quieter, smooth jazz affair geared towards the casual, the romantics, and even the occasional aftercarers.

The bar’s purple and pink mood light sparkled cheerfully in the tinkling ice as she poured another round of clocktails. She double and triple-checked the cheat sheet under the counter to make sure she got the recipes for the cocktails right.She waved down a passing pegasus waitress sporting both a white collar and mask. “A Cuddlebug and a Royal Wedding for the couple at the cuddle-bar.”

“Sure thing, Starlight.” The butter-coloured mare gave her a smile as she trotted over. Her cutie mark was just about visible under the short hem of her uniform; An open book. Starlight knew that in another life the mare, Page Turner, headed a small but rising publishing firm in Cloudsdale. But here in the Society she was a switch with a penchant for cum baths. It sure was nice to know what one wanted in life, or so Starlight thought.

Page Turner lifted the tray onto her back with a wing before frowning at the contents. “Say, I don’t think they ordered the bowl of sugarcubes.”

“They’re having a pre-session cuddle. It’ll help them get in the mood and give them a little boost when they get started. I added some dash to the drinks to make sure the sugar doesn’t get too overwhelming. And a little extra starbright to...” Starlight explained automatically, before breaking into a sudden blush as she realized she was rambling. “Uh, I mean, uh, I read that in a book.” She grinned sheepishly.

Page Turner gave a charming little chuckle. “Oh, Starlight, you’re just too sweet. I guess the customers all flock here to order from you for a reason. I’ll be sure to share any tips.” She gave the blushing Starlight a wink before trotting off to serve the couple wrapped in each other’s hooves behind the cuddle-bar’s privacy screen.

Starlight felt a teeny smile tug at her lips. Perhaps reading every single relationship guide in the library had its uses.

Feeling a little pep in her step, she returned to the front counter to find more ponies to serve. She stopped short. The only customer waiting at the bar was pointedly trying to read a newspaper, upside down. Judging by how the reader’s purple claws had torn half the front page, Starlight could tell the owner had decided to open and read the newspaper in a real hurry, the kind of hurry associated with, say, escaping somepony one knows.

How many customers would walk into the bar this early in the evening when it’s most deserted only to hide behind a newspaper from the bartender? How many of them had purple claws?

It was one benefit of having a small social circle; She didn’t have to guess twice. But how do you even greet somepony you know in an underground fetish dungeon? Avoid it and let it be awkward forever? Bite the bit and wave? “H-Hi, Spike. F-Fancy meeting you here.” Or just blurt it out, breezily. Yeah, totally nailed it.

“Bwh-w-who’s Spike? I don’t know any dragons named Spike. Nope! Nosiree!’ The newspaper squeaked in what Starlight decided was a decent attempt at falsetto. It was kinda reassuring to Starlight that they at least shared the common language of awkwardese.

Being a resident of Ponyville, the town nearest to the secretive Clocktower Society, it was relatively common to bump into fellow townies. It didn’t make it any less awkward to meet somepony you know in an underground kinky public playground.

The blush on the tall dragon’s cheeks was hard to miss, even with the festive dom mask he wore. “So much for that,” he muttered under his breath before glancing up at Starlight sheepishly. “Uh, please don’t tell Twilight?” he pleaded, meekly.

“What? That adult drakes and grownup ponies don’t spend every single evening dating books?” Starlight raised an eyebrow. “Besides, telling her means explaining why I come here, and that’s a conversation made entirely of nope. Just nope.” She shuddered at the very thought.

“Yeah, I kinda don’t wanna have to open that can of tatzlwurms myself. Meeting mom and dad here was weird enough.” Spike shuddered visibly. Starlight winced, realizing that it can’t have been easy, especially when your adopted mom is Twilight Velvet, the kinkiest sex goddess in the Society.

A pregnant pause followed. It gave birth to many more awkward little pauses as the two tried to look at anything but each other. “Sooooo…” Starlight finally ventured.

“Soooo….” Spike echoed, anxiously.

“Uh, well, we’re in a kinky fetish bar, I’m a bartender and you’re a customer, so um, I guess I should take your order! Yeah!” Starlight congratulated herself on saving herself with her perfectly watertight logic. “So, what’ll it be, Spike?” Starlight put on her best service grin.

“Uh, um...can I have a clocktower maretini?” Spike squinted down at the menu before noticing the horrified look on Starlight’s face. His eyes quickly darted back down to scan the drink’s description. “Uh, w-w-without the m-m-mare cum a-a-and uh, j-just serve it on the rocks, d-definitely n-not in a m-mare!”

“O-o-okay! Maretini without m-mare c-cum and n-not in a m-mare, c-coming right up!” Starlight squeaked.

“Darn it,” one of the subs sitting patiently in the holding cage underneath the counter muttered under her breath.

The awkward pause came back for another round as Starlight hurriedly mixed the drink. “So, uh, is this a little pre-session drink?” She fell back on her collection of bartender conversation-starters as shelevitated Spike’s maretini across the counter, complete with a cute little umbrella.

“Well, I heard there was a bartender here who gives good advice and good drinks,” Spike said, watching her twirl and catch her shaker in her magical grasp.

‘Ponyfeathers,’ Starlight cursed herself. “Well, I dunno….”

“Oh, lucky you, you’re looking at her.” The waitress, Page Turner, paused by the bar to chime in. “Hello, Master dragon. I’m Page Turner, by the way, your waitress for the evening.” She bobbed a curtsy.

“Oh, hi, uh, Page. Nice to meet you.” Spike’s eyes lingered briefly on Page’s white collar, a society colour code for ‘looking for a partner’.

‘Celestia’s flaming butt on a spork!’ Starlight swore inwardly at Page Turner’s accursed helpfulness. “Eheheheh, weeell, you know how ponies exaggerate…” Starlight chuckled nervously.

“Oh now, Starlight’s just being humble.” Page gave Starlight a wing-nudge. “Just tell her whatever’s troubling you. She’s as good as any den mother if not better! By the way…” She leaned in on the counter, cupping her chin in her wingtips. “If I can be nosy, do you two know each other?” She gave Starlight an eyebrow waggle so criminal it was worthy of banishment to the moon.

Spike’s furious blush at the insinuation didn’t help.

Starlight made a courageous stab at correcting her friend’s wandering imagination. “W-we just live together! I-I mean we share a roof! I-in the palace! I-I mean...” She promptly facehoofed and planted her hoof in her muzzle at the same time. “Gaaaaah, Page Turneeeer!”

“Oooh, look, somepony’s calling for service! Catch you in a bit!” Page giggled, prancing off to another table, leaving Starlight to burn an impression of her face into the countertop.

“Uh, your friend?” Spike tried to hide his blush behind his drink. If anything, his glow illuminated his pink cocktail.

“Kind of. And the Society’s biggest gossip.” Starlight groaned into the counter. “I’m so doomed.” She dolefully peered up at Spike. “I guess I’m also that bartender.” She huffed a stray lock of mane out of the way. “I’m not as helpful as ponies say, though. Often all they need is somepony to bounce ideas off. I guess I’m just particularly bouncy. So, what can I help you with? If you don’t mind chatting to me about it, that is.”

Spike turned thoughtfully silent as he sipped his drink. “Starlight, I can trust you with a secret, right?” He set his drink down, waiting for Starlight to nod. “Well, truth is, I’ve, y’know, kinda, sorta always had this thing for, well, Rarity.”

“Really? I never would have guessed,” Starlight said in perfect deadpan.

“Yeah. Well, I’m really happy for her, finding her special somepony and all. But…” He gazed down into his drink, his smile turning distant. Starlight couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern at the melancholy in his gaze. “Well, I kinda felt a little bummed out too, for myself mainly, as selfish as that sounds.”

“Spike…” Starlight reached out for his claw. She could see it in those deep emerald eyes. Loss was a horrible, desperate thing, especially if it was some lifelong yearning. She of all ponies knew that better than anypony. “There’s nothing selfish about feeling for a loss.”

“Well, ‘felt’, past tense. I still miss her, but I’m better. Thanks for the concern, though.” Spike chuckled softly, though he let her squeeze his claw all the same. “Cadance came and had a chat with me, several chats, something about her ‘lovey-dovey radar’ going ‘ping’. It kinda helped. I’m mostly over it, I think. She asked me to write this ‘love report’ to help move on. Except, well, I’m kinda stuck on it.” He rubbed the fins on the back of his head. “Figure that, getting stuck on moving on.”

“Love report?” Starlight said flatly, one eye twitching. ‘Is this what we have alicorn princesses for?’

“Yeah, I’m meant to write a little romance story starring, well, me, and some fantasy pony or ponies, anypony but Rarity.” Spike’s voice trailed off. Starlight watched him blush softly again as he avoided her gaze. Strange. “And as I said, I’m kinda stuck.”

‘If I didn’t know any better I’d think Princess Cadance was messing around.’ Starlight huffed. “So you need to write a little romance story and you came to Equestria’s biggest kink playground for inspiration?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Spike said, sheepishly.

“Could be worse. You could’ve asked Twilight for help with your homework.” They both winced at the idea. “So what are you stuck on?”

“I dunno, I guess I’ve worked all my life towards having a relationship with one pony. I never really imagined what I’d have with anypony else.” He murmured, taking another sip. Starlight couldn’t help but notice the way he held his cocktail glass, the way he sat, how neatly manicured his claws were, all of it was straight out of some higher society etiquette rulebook. The poor drake had really worked hard to be the prince charming he knew Rarity wanted, only for the mare to fall for another stallion.

“I see. You don’t know what kind of relationship you’d have with somepony you don’t yet know. Well, let’s look at it from another angle. What kind of relationship would a dragon want to have?” Starlight tapped a hoof on her chin thoughtfully. “Since you’ve gone to all the trouble of coming to the Society, why don’t we go see how other dragons handle it here?”

Spike snorted. “Pft, yeah. I dunno, Starlight. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little bit different from most dragons.”

“Well, do you have anywhere else to start?” Starlight cocked her head to one side.

“I dunno, there’s, well….okay, you got me.” Spike sighed. “Where do I start?”

“Well, most of the dragon dens are private play areas so you wouldn’t be able to just stroll into somepony else’s session,” Starlight said, thoughtfully. “It is dragon night at the hunting grounds, though.”

“Hunting grounds?” Spike tilted his head to one side.

“It’s the Society’s public play area for predator-prey play,” Starlight explained.

“Dragon night’s always fun, especially when you have a real dragon to go with. You two should totally go.” The Element of Misunderstandings, Page Turner, chimed in once more. “In fact, if you two help with moving some supplies out of storage, we won’t need anymore hooves for the rest of the night and I can easily clear it with the boss for you to get off your shift tonight.”

“Page, I…” Starlight’s voice trailed off as she watched her friend zoom off in search of their boss mare. “Welp. I guess we’re going.”

“How are we going to get in on this dragon night event though?” Spike frowned.

Starlight gave him a flat look. “You’re a dragon.” She deadpanned.

“Oh, right.”

“Is this really a storage room?” Spike frowned, eyeing the storage shelves in one of the bar’s many backrooms. “These weren’t always wine shelves. They look more like those old-fashioned scrolleries.”

“Wow, I don’t think anypony else ever identified them for what they are, Spike. You got it in one,” Starlight said as she levitated another barrel of Starbright onto the waiting cart.

“I’ve hung around Twilight far too long,” Spike said, offhoofedly.

“The Society’s so ancient that a lot of it is new stuff built on top or inside of old stuff. This whole building used to be a Kindler library back in their heyday before they up and moved. Nowadays they only have enough followers to maintain the Cathedral of the First Fire,” Starlight explained. “They moved all the old scriptures from these archives about a century ago.”

“They left this thing though.” Spike nodded at what looked like a large, slanted writing desk if writing desks came complete with shackles and straps where the writing surface should be. “Somepony’s tried to repair and clean it. There are lots of fresh nails and metal plates and the straps are brand new but the wood is as old as the rest of the scrollery.”

“Yeah, the bar manager was trying to restore it, maybe turn it into a conversation piece in the bar. She said she thinks it works but she just never found a good place to set it up on the shop floor,” Starlight explained.

“Is it a desk or a rack?” Spike frowned at the straps.

“Both. Apparently they called this a ‘Kindle Scribe’.” Starlight said. “You know about the technology behind firelink cards, Ex-Ps discs and our clopography projectors?”

“Yeah, mom tried to explain it all to me. Something about adamantite being very good at storing and replaying memories.” Spike nodded.

“Well, turns out they can also store thoughts and fantasies. During the war against the windigoes, they used to transfer secret war communiques by inscribing them on fur using an adamantite pen. The act of inscribing and reading required a willing sub and a dom, making sure the messages could never be read by the enemy. They later discovered that you can stick parchment inside an adamantite scriber and use it to print text, those things over there.” Starlight pointed a hoof at the phallic crystalline pods arrayed on the desk. “Three guesses where they go, first two don’t count.”

“Kind of redundant if you can just as easily put pen to parchment.” Spike cleared his throat, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Apparently the dom doesn’t even have to write. They simply have to touch the adamantite pen to the sub’s fur and their imagination will be converted to text. Plus the sub can experience whatever the dom is imagining and by doing so contribute to the final script. It’s like writing with two brains rather than one.” Starlight explained, before realizing she was rambling once more. “Sorry, got carried away there.”

“Hay, I was just thinking we should also get a supply of Dash and…” Page Turner froze at the storage room door on finding Starlight and Spike examining the scriber pods. Her lips turned up in a lascivious smile as she slowly receded. “Ooooops, sorry, I’ll come back when you two lovebirds are done.”

“Gah! Page! Come back!” Starlight and Spike rushed out after Page with the supplies in hoof, the kindle scribe left forgotten for the time being.

Awe. For Starlight, at least, it was difficult to feel anything but awe at the enormous underground cavern that was Clocktower Equestria East. The lights from the kinky city and glowing, hot spring rivers below would glimmer and dance across every facet of the vast cave. Most breathtaking was the Fire of Devotion, the brilliant ball of flame burning high above, a ghost straight out of the Hearthswarming legends.

The two drew a few passing glances from the doms, subs and switches thronging the main boulevard that ran through the upper dungeons. The street between the auction house and pet town was already quite busy with ponies despite the early hour. The cafes, restaurants and cuddle dens were busiest with members partaking in pre-session drinks, snacks and snuggles. There weren’t many public play sessions on the streets just yet. The couples showing off their fun and games never failed to draw Starlight’s envy.

“Here it is, the hunting grounds.” The boulevard ended in a warmly lit plaza overlooking a sprawling underground nature reserve containing everything from shadowy woods to open savannah.

“How do they maintain such a big park underground?” Spike wondered out loud.

“The Fire of Devotion had to keep farms and orchards growing through the frozen Tartarus that was the windigo wars. Compared to that, keeping an underground park growing is probably way easier,” Starlight reasoned. “The entrance is over there by the hunting lodges.”

They made their way down the sloping path that curved towards a complex of wooden buildings and the large majestic gates to the enclosure that was the hunting grounds. Enormous flaming sconces on either side of the gate lit up the aged wood of the open doors, reminding Starlight of the humongous gates from that fictional dinosaur theme park from that one adventure novel.

“You know an awful lot about the Society, Starlight,” Spike said as they reached the lodge next to the gate, the lights from a cheerful fireplace within spilling out of its windows. An impressive banner hanging across the lodge’s facade declared it to be ‘Dragon Night’. Beneath it was a sign that invited doms in for free changeling-fire potions to transfigure into a dragon for the night.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I, uh, do a lot of research!” Starlight chuckled nervously. Yeah, it was totally not because she had scoured the entire Society for somewhere to fit in, nope.

“So what exactly are we doing here again?” Spike asked, watching a collared sub and a masked dom chatter idly as they trotted into the hunting lodge together, seemingly planning out their session.

“We find some dragons for you to observe,” Starlight said, simply. “See if you can pick up anything from how they interact with ponies.”

“I’m meant to learn how to form relationships with mares in a predator prey play area?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it’s not like we have any better ideas, right?” Starlight’s argument was, rather worryingly, watertight.

Their conversation was interrupted by Starlight’s member badge buzzing, blinking a bright red. “What’s going on there?” Spike asked.

“You see the signs by the gate?” Starlight pointed up at the glowing red clockfaces on either side of the gateway. “The hunting grounds is a special district called a ‘Field of Unspoken Consent or F.U.C.’. Any sub who walks in there is treated as having silver-studded collars, meaning they give unspoken consent for anypony to come and play with them. My badge is just buzzing to warn me I’m approaching one.”

“Huh.” Spike’s expression turned to one of concern. “Uh, are you gonna be okay?”

“Oh, uh, well, I’m already wearing a silver-studded collar. But you’re a dragon and you’re kinda, well, with me.” Starlight vaguely waved a forehoof.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess I am,” Spike murmured, cheeks glowing bright once more. “I’m not cramping your style, am I?”

“What? Oh, no, no, no, I, uh, never really get picked up anyway.” Starlight’s murmur trailed off into an uncomfortable silence.

“Hm? Sorry, I didn’t catch that last bit?” Spike asked.

“I said the night’s not getting younger! Let’s go find us some dragons!” Starlight declared loudly, stomping off past the gates. Spike lingered behind, giving her an odd look, before shaking himself and galumphing after Starlight.

It wasn’t a real forest. Where proper forests are meant to be overgrown and a hazard to trot through, let alone gallop, this one was designed for prey to run freely, safe in the knowledge that they only things they’d be falling into were the ferocious claws of the predators hunting them.

There were clear paths lined with the occasional thin bush or hollow tree to hide or ambush from. Starlight even spotted a few glens and burrows a little ways off the paths, presumably makeshift dens that hunters could drag their prey into for more private fun.

It was real enough though, with a lifelike breeze that stirred the leaves below and stars twinkling in the artificial sky visible between the branches aboves.

Starlight peered into the mouth of one particularly promising-looking hunter den, a cave half-hidden in a craggy rock face. A barbeque spit big enough to hold a pony (probably designed to do just that) hung over what Starlight was sure was a play fire pit.

Inside the cave were a few empty cages and manacles set into the walls, presumably to allow the predators to enjoy their captured prey in a more leisurely manner. The little den had everything but dragons.

“You’d think dragons would be easier to spot.” Starlight huffed.

“What was that?”

“Akh!” Starlight almost jumped high enough to drive her horn through the cave’s roof. “D-don’t sneak up on me like that, Spike!” she hissed.

“Sorry,” the dragon murmured sheepishly. Starlight couldn’t help but feel somewhat impressed that somebeing big enough to play hoofball with her teeny unicorn body could look sheepish. “Is this one of the play areas?” He gave the den an appraising hum, his eyes falling upon the toy chest. “Neato.”

“Yeah. It’ll be nice to find a dragon doing dragon stuff out in the open but failing that we can search these dens until we find a dragon at work,” Starlight said.

“Hay, I never got to ask you, are you, uh, collecting that play money stuff for something?” Spike suddenly asked in between peering through the chest’s contents. “If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

“Oh, that.” Starlight winced a little at the reminder. “I’m kinda sorta putting together the brands for Twilight Velvet’s charity maid makeover thing.”

“Oh, that thing.” Spike shuddered visibly. Starlight felt a little sorry for the drake. The image of his adopted mom prancing about in a kinky maid outfit can’t be a pleasant one. “I didn’t think it was your sort of thing, Starlight.”

“Oh, no, no, it isn’t.” Starlight didn’t hesitate to say.

“Why bother then?” Spike frowned.

“Oh, well, uh, because it’s everypony else’s thing?” Starlight vaguely waved a hoof. She found she didn’t need to think too much about an honest response. The look on Spike’s face made her wish she had thought about her answer just a tiny bit more. Between that and the glance he spared her silver-studded collar, there wasn’t much for him to work out.

She was very quickly reminded that the baby dragon she had first encountered all those years ago had long since grown up under the guidance of at least two princesses and one of the most terrifying mares ever for a mom and boasted a mature perceptiveness to match.

He sat down on his haunches with the barest of thumps on the rock floor. Even that alone was enough to make her flinch, his piercing draconic stare notwithstanding. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, simply.

Ages of learning as the student to the princess of friendship herself would implore she speak her troubles to such a willing friend. “I…” She faltered. “N-no, th-there isn’t much to talk about.”

Spike said nothing, his silence speaking volumes to her obvious lie. Starlight felt a pang of guilt, remembering how the drake hadn’t hesitated for a moment to share his own troubles with her, no matter how painful. “Well, you know I’ll be here when there is.” He smiled lightly, turning his attention back to the chest of toys.

“Y-yeah, thanks. I’ll, uh, be out here doing, um, y’know, stuff.” Starlight trotted past him, a rigid forcefulness in her steps.

She was far out of earshot of the den before she even dared stifle a sob. She leaned back against a tree as she bit back a tear or two. ‘It’s okay, it’s just a touch of self-pity. Just breathe and it’ll be all okay.’ She wiped away the errant dampness in her cheeks as she gazed wistfully up at the night sky peering in between the canopy above.

It was all so much easier back when she had cutie marks to blame. But after years of learning about friendship and acceptance, she had nothing but the ugly truth for a companion.

She didn’t get to wallow for long. Her ears twitched. She had felt it before she even heard it. Her hearing strained against the deafening silence. The only sound she heard was the faintest of rustling from screen of bramble only three pony-lengths away.

By the time the distance registered in her mind, she knew it was already too late. The humongous shadow was already looming over her in a ferocious leap.

She squeaked as she dropped to the forest floor. She felt diamond-hard scales graze the tufts of her ears as it sailed overhead, missing her by a hair’s breadth.

She was flattened to the earth by the downdraft of its mighty wings alone. Her horn lit up, preparing a rapid teleportation spell.

A mighty roar shook the forest, its boom flattening her mane against her face. The magical sparks charging around her horn winked out as if blown away by the galeforce roar.

She whimpered, her trembling hooves clawing helplessly at the earth in a pitiful attempt to crawl away. The prey inside her knew she was well and truly captured. The mighty predator lunged for its prize. She closed her eyes tight, bracing for the worst.

Something landed heavily in the earth in front of her, clawing up dirt and grass in a tidalwave as it skid to a halt. She could feel the flapping of mighty wings above her cut into the air, the squall whipping at her mane. An even mightier roar, complete with bright green dragonfire, lit up the clearing like an emerald sun.

“Whoah whoah whoah!” The lunging predator dug its own claws into the ground, skidding to a stop just shy of slamming into the green and purple obstacle suddenly in its way. “Hey, pal, what gives?! I saw her first!” A deep, feminine voice growled.

“Towertop, dude.” Starlight recognized the safeword. Every member of the Society had the three standard safewords drilled into them during orientation. ‘Towertop’ was the absolute order to stop, drop, unknot and comfort. She shakily realized it came from the draconic wall towering protectively in front of her, Spike. “Sorry to rain on your parade but she’s with me.”

“Whoah, towertop, okay,” the predator acknowledged the safeword by echoing it as it stepped into a pool of starlight, revealing itself to be a feminine pink dragon towering at least twice Spike’s size. Upon its long, shapely snout perched a black dom mask.

Strapped to its humongous back was a basket bearing three mares and two stallions, all wearing black sub collars coding for long term relationships. Starlight’s eyes were immediately drawn to the pink flame glowing from what was unmistakably their bellies. “That okay with you, lady?” The dragon peered around Spike’s shoulders to check on Starlight.

Starlight somehow found her voice, eking out the faintest of squeaks. “Y-yeah, t-t-towertop.”

The female dragon nodded with satisfaction before turning back to Spike. “Sorry, I didn’t even notice you standin’ in the shadows, all shadowy-like. I just finished rounding up my hoard, see?” She gestured at the ponies in the basket on her back. “ That’s when I saw your marefriend without a hunter tag and thought she was a lonely mare who’d enjoy the company of my hoard tonight.”

“Hunter tag?” Spike looked back at Starlight for clarification.

“You don’t know about the hunter tags?” A unicorn mare peeking out of the basket on the dragon’s back said. “It’s these things.” She showed the glowing red tags strapped to her chest and back. “If you two are come in here as a couple then your marefriend should wear one of these to make sure nopony else hunts her. The tags will light up red for everypony but you.”

“Oh, uh….” Spike turned halfway to Starlight to mouth, ‘what the hay?’

“Ooops?” Starlight suggested, apologetically. She glanced up at Spike. Well, they had come this far, at least there was one way she could make it up to the poor drake. “Uh, actually, Spike and I were kinda sorta hoping to learn a little about dragons.”

“Ya got one here. I can tell he ain’t guzzled one of’em changeling potions to get these abs.” The dragoness nodded at Spike. “Oh, wait, I recognize you. You’re that twerp who gave away the dragon sceptre to Lady Ember. Raised by ponies, right? Some kind of ponyland hero or something? Well, you ain’t as twerpy as you were, so they must be feeding you right!” She guffawed heartily.

“I...guess so?” Spike seemed to be having as much trouble as Starlight at making sense of this particular dragoness.

“Well, thanks to your meddling, Lady Ember forced us to go out and mingle with ponies. I guess we have you to blame for me meeting my hoard.” The dragoness gestured up at her subs riding on her back. They waved down merrily from their basket. “So I guess you’ve earned an answer or two on the house. The rest’s gonna cost ya though.” She grinned toothily at them.

“So what do you mean by your hoard?” Starlight asked, her own curiosity brimming.

“Well, see, my hoard is, uh, my hoard. Duh.” The dragoness’ earlier confidence seemed to crack under the blooming blush on her face.

The unicorn mare perching on her back giggled, patting a comforting hoof on the dragon’s head. “Mistress Ruby might act all tough but she gets all mushy when she talks about us.”

The dragoness only muttered something about silly ponies and idle threats of intense belly rubs.

“We are Mistress Ruby’s hoard, my hoard brothers and sisters and I.” The unicorn went on, gesturing at herself and her fellow subs. “As you know dragons love to hoard. That sense of owning their hoard is what makes a dragon stronger. So as Mistress Ruby and many Society dragons discovered, having a hoard that willingly give themselves make them even stronger.”

“...’s not just that.” Ruby the dragoness muttered under her breath, lips pursed into an adorable pout. “Stupid sexy ponies.”

“We kinda dragged her out here for some predator prey play. She’s really a gold mask mistress who prefers spoiling us rotten.” The unicorn giggled. “Dragons love to ‘polish’ their hoard until they shine. It kinda translates to playing momma and making sure we’re all happy and loved.” Her fellow subs nodded in agreement, much to the dragoness’ silent chagrin. “You know we love you, Mistress Ruby.” She patted her dragon lovingly.

Starlight noticed Spike had whipped out a notebook and quill via dragonfire and was avidly taking notes. Good, they were getting somewhere.

“I see somepony’s interested in becoming somedrake’s hoard,” the unicorn teased, seemingly mistaking Starlight’s smile for interest.

“Wh-wh-wha, I-I don’t, I mean, uh….?!” Starlight burst into a brilliant crimson. She turned to Spike for help, only to find the drake carefully aiming his own blush elsewhere. ‘Spike, you’re useless!’

“In that case, you should know about how a dragon and their hoard make it official.” The unicorn’s forehoof trailed down to the pink flame burning in her belly. “Perhaps it’s best if Mistress Ruby demonstrates it with Polished Apple here?” She curled a hoof around one of her fellow subs. “After all, teaching is her special talent.” She smirked.

The earth pony mare blushed bright, her glasses misting up. “U-um, o-okay, I guess? B-but please be gentl-eeeeeep!” She squeaked as her mistress reached up and took hold of her around her barrel, cradling her in one massive claw. “M-Mistress!”

The dragoness smirked down at the helpless little slave in her claw, seemingly all too eager to give Spike and Starlight a live demonstration. “Spread.” She commanded.

“Y-yes, M-Mistress!” Polished Apple squeaked, obediently spreading her hind legs and revealing her plump marelips for her Mistress.

Starlight and Spike stared, open-mouthed, watching as the dragoness brought the helpless mare’s nethers up to her waiting snout. The mare eeped, tensing up as gouts of pink dragonflame licked at her inner thighs, tickling her glistening pussy.

With an almighty huff, the dragoness breathed a thick burst of dragonfire straight into her waiting marehood and tailhole. The mare threw her head back, letting out a passionate cry of pleasure and pain. The fire didn’t singe a single hair. Instead, the raging inferno ravished the poor mare, her entire body arching in a rictus of pure ectasy. The pink flame in her belly flared brighter, as if kindled and renewed by her mistress’ fire. Her petite frame writhed in the onslaught of passion, her body spasming with waves upon waves of pleasure.

Starlight’s mind had yet to catch up with her when the dragoness finally let the quivering mare collapse on in the hooves of her unicorn hoard sister. Only then did Starlight realize she had drooled all over her own collar. Spike had fared no better, his quill and notebook lying forgotten on the forest floor.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” The unicorn smirked at their faces. She cradled her trembling hoard sister lovingly, giving her a little kiss as she caressed her quivering belly and the dragonflame burning within. “This is how dragons mark their hoard as theirs. The fun part is, nopony but Mistress can use us without getting burned as long as the flame burns inside us. It makes us exclusively hers as long as she keeps renewing the flame. In your case, not only will it protect you from the barbs on your drakefriend’s cock, it’ll also let him penetrate any of your holes no matter how big he gets. Won’t stop you feeling every inch of pain and pleasure though.”

Starlight was sure she wasn’t meant to feel information overload in her nethers. “Um, yes, I-I mean no, I-I mean you weren’t even asking me a question so I have no idea what I’m saying ‘yes’ to, I mean ‘no’ to, uh, I’ll just shut up now.” She plugged a hoof in her mouth.

Starlight was just starting to shrink under their giggles when Spike came to her rescue with a question. “What about, uh, dragon greed? Won’t you grow uncontrollably?” Starlight spared him a grateful look before burying her burning face in her hooves.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” the unicorn reassured. “Draconic greed doesn’t seem to happen with living hoards like us. Unlike inanimate objects, we don’t stop giving.”

“You get nearly unlimited hoard power without having to expand to gather bigger and bigger hoards. All the win, none of the losses.” Ruby chuckled. “You got all that, twerp? You might just make it as a dragon yet. Hahahah!”

“Maybe I will,” Spike murmured quietly to himself, though just loud enough for Starlight to hear.

“Now, that little show’s worked up an appetite. Gather up, you lot. We’re heading back to the lair so’s I can wreck the rest of your pony butts,” Ruby declared, picking up the unicorn and the recovering earth pony and depositing them back in her basket.

“Oh, word of advice, kid. Your hoard belongs to you. Raise them high, show’em off, let nobody think otherwise. I’d start right here, so’s nobody else come stealing your hoard away.” She turned away, spreading her wings wide. With a flap and a gust of wind, she was off. Her hoard waved back at them as they banked across the forest before disappearing into the distance.

A rather awkward silence settled in between the remaining two like the third wheel nobody asked for.

“Sooo….” Starlight tried to break the awkward silence with more awkwardness.

“So…” Spike echoed, matching her awkwardness with his own. “Uh, that was some good advice. We should do that.”

“Y-y-y-you c-can’t be s-seriously considering b-b-breathing your h-hot flaming dragonfire i-in my c-coochie a-and m-making me your h-h-hoard!” Starlight’s head steamed, her mouth rambling like a runaway Friendship Express. “N-n-n-not that I-I-I’d mind o-or a-anything, i-if anything I k-k-kinda maybe sort of want to try it too, and m-maybe I find you kinda sorta maybe….”

“Uh, Starlight, I meant carrying you on my back so that nobody goes after you again,” Spike pointed out, carefully clearing his throat.

“Oooooooh, thaaaat advice. Yeaaaaah, we should totally do that, yep.” Starlight chuckled nervously as Spike lowered himself, offering a claw for her to climb. “Right after I go jump in a tentacle pit or something to bucking cool myself off,” she added quietly to herself as she clambered onto his back and settled between his wings. He was nowhere near as humongous as Ruby. Still, Starlight couldn’t help but wonder how big a hoard he’ll carry on this back of his one day.

“And, uh, Starlight?” Spike looked over his shoulder back at her.

“Yeah?” Starlight moped. She wasn’t sure why she felt mopey all of a sudden. Might be the immediate lack of tentacle pits.

“Uh, well, I wouldn’t mind, um, hoarding you either.” He quickly looked away, his draconic fins glowing a telltale red.

“Wait, what? What was that you said?” Starlight demanded. “Spike?”

“Hang on tight!” Spike called out.

“Wait, Spike, I didn’t catch what youaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH!” She squeaked as the dragon beneath her leapt up into the air, wings beating powerfully at the earth. The wind surged through her mane as they shot straight up into the artificial night sky. “SPIIIIIIIIIIIKE!”

“Hay, you okay?” Spike leaned in to peer up at her face worriedly.

“I’ll live,” Starlight muttered, planting her face flat against the cool parapet stone. The Society’s grand plaza sprawled beneath them with the brilliance of a hundred lanterns. The balcony they had landed on and now occupied was cozily lit by comparison, offset by the warm glow of the Fire of Devotion burning high above them like a purple moon. Afterlight’s rooftop terrace offered a choice of private lounging areas, one of which had been appropriated to nurse Starlight’s sudden bout of airsickness.

“You don’t have any trouble flying on your own,” Spike pointed out, offering her a mug of tea. She could tell Spike brewed it himself, likely borrowing Afterlight’s kitchen to do so. The tea he made was always distinctly sweet in both smell and taste.

“Thanks,” Starlight said, levitating the tea over to herself. “And no, I self-levitate. There’s a difference. Levitating is lifting. Flying is avoiding crashing and dying horrifically.”

“You mistake me for Rainbow Dash. I’m not the masochist with a fetish for getting rammed into the ground.”

“I didn’t know that about Rainbow. Now I can’t unknow it,” Starlight grumbled, sipping her tea.

Glowing party balloons and confetti wafted past their balcony from the plaza below. “What’s going on down there?” Spike peered down at the throng of ponies, dragons and assorted other species gathering in the grand plaza. Bright lanterns and festival bunting decorated every inch. Stalls made up of public play dungeons were set up all around, with themes ranging from hunting lodges to dragon nests.

“It’s the dragon hunt festival. They normally hold it at the hunter’s lodge. I guess this year they’re making a bit more of a splash. The Afterlight bar’s been advertising ‘the best front row seats to the action’ from the roof terrace for over a month,” Starlight said.

“You could say that again.” Spike blushed a little, eyes drawn to the dragons set up in the stalls, providing a public show for festival goers. He watched one enormous blue dragon grip two of his hoard subs in one claw as casually as one might hold a toy. The two mares could only writhe against one another, moaning helplessly as the dragon brought them both down on his draconic double cock. True to the unicorn’s words, the brilliant blue flame burning in their nethers allowed them to take his cocks all the way down. The crowd clapped and cheered as the dragon’s mighty knots disappeared inside the subs, drawing loud orgasmic cries from the two.

“There’s meant to be some sort of speech from the guild boss. How is anypony meant to get any attention in this?” Starlight wondered, her own eyes drawn to a hoard cradled lovingly in their dragon’s lap. Their master was teaching fellow dragons the right way to brush pony fur to a beautiful shine. The little mare he was demonstrating on cooed happily under his gentle brushing technique.

“Oh, I guess that’s how.” Spike pointed down at a raised podium. Bound to it was a mousy-maned bat mare. The iron manacles binding her legs to the podium were all that prevented her from flying off from the merciless pounding she was receiving from the big green dragon claiming both of her holes.

Starlight couldn’t help but feel awed by how the mare somehow managed to continue delivering her speech like a soldier, albeit a rather squeaky one. It certainly got everypony’s rapt attention. “T-thank you—Aaaaa—all f-for making tonight s-s-special! N-now, w-without further ado —eeeeee—I p-present to you the star of the show, Velvet Elegy and Pop Rock the dragon!”

Starlight felt a profound hush calm the plaza as the stage at its centre was lit up with a warm pink glow cast by the Fire of Devotion above. The ethereal spotlight lit up the familiar form of the Society’s rising songstress, Velvet Elegy, clad in nothing but an ornately designed custom collar. In her cream-coloured belly burned a bright white flame. In her magical grip floated an electric fyre, a lyre-like instrument Starlight knew to be unique to the Society.

The bright white dragon next to her bounded onto the stage with an ecstatic grin. “Hellooo, Clocktower! Velvet Elegy and Pop Rock’s here to light a fire inside you tonight!” He introduced them with a gout of white dragonfire.

“Hi,” Velvet Elegy greeted the crowd with her own brand of deadpan enthusiasm. The crowd chuckled and cheered, chanting her name wildly.

“And together we’re going to get you all moving and, in the case of some of you, bucking—”This earned Pop Rock some laughter. “—to one of my favourite numbers. This is Velvet’s rocking rendition of an old folk song, one from the Frost Wars, when dragons and pony Kindlers sang in the same language. Lovely subs and gentledoms, this is Ait doviisease, ‘I know now with all my heart that I am loved.’

“So, you sure put a lot of work into this job,” Spike said conversationally, rubbing a claw over the Afterlight logo on the tea mug.

Starlight pulled her attention away from the rest of the duo’s introduction to look up at Spike. “It was the only place in the Society that would hire me.” She hid her wince with a shrug.

“It’s more than just that. I heard from all the ponies who told me to come visit the Afterlight for advice. You put a lot of effort into helping your customers, giving them great advice, solving all their problems no matter how big or small.” Spike gave her a level look. “I mean, you almost got run over by a giant dragon trying to help me with a love report. And now I know I think I finally have some idea of what I want, thanks to you. That’s more than most bartenders do. That’s something a kind, generous pony does.”

A bright, melodic orchestral number began to play from below, accompanied by a loud cheer. The concert had begun.

“I guess…” Starlight stared down at her own murky reflection in her tea. “I guess I just want everypony to make it. Whether it’s a dom wondering how to propose to her sub or a sub thinking of having foals, I want them to find what they’re looking for.”

“And what about Starlight? What’s Starlight looking for? And who’s going to help her find it?” Spike’s words dropped a solid block of ice in her chest.

A deep, draconic voice filled the air with a moving passion that carried the song with a gentle but powerful grace.

“Muovisudov, weir oikise thou? (My beloved treasure, where are you?)

Once again I search anew

For treasure at the end of the rainbow

But the whole world is never enough

(Never enough)

“Then someday, out of the blue

I find somepony who’ll see me through

I find you,

(I find you)”

Starlight felt something wet drip on her hooves. She bitterly realized it was her own tears. ‘No, not in front of other ponies.’ She closed her eyes tight to try and stem the rest.

She felt something warm grasp her forehooves tightly, comfortingly. She blinked, peering up through her watery eyes. She found a pair of brilliant emerald eyes peering tenderly back at her.

“Starlight, you know how I said I found what I want? Well, I….would you…?” She heard him whisper softly. “Would you let me be the one to help you?”

A gentle soprano rose up to meet the melody, starting from a soft susurration that quickly grew into a powerful crescendo.

“Uud maise weiri,

uud oikishe fa Hotet dove uu. (I am here, hoping for the One who loves me)

Always running in the dark

Holding out for a star to see me

Never seeing the forest for the trees

Until you find me

And raise me to the stars

You light a spark in me, a fire

(You light a fire)”

Starlight felt something well up and overflow in an overwhelming surge. Deep within she saw a little filly yearning for friends, an angry mare taking vengeance on a whole village for a life of loneliness, and an even lonelier mare searching for forgiveness and acceptance. She looked up and found that acceptance had found her, and he was warmer and more comforting than she had ever imagined.

He slowly leaned in, his gaze asking for permission. She reached up towards him in answer. She felt her tears silenced by something warm brushing against her lips. She giggled softly into his awkward kiss before pressing deeply with her own. They melted into one another, her little pony tongue embracing his powerful serpentine one.

Some primitive pony instinct quivered at being caught between his sharp draconic fangs and predatorial maw. Fear and passion melted together into something almost primal, animal. And yet deep within it was something warm, gentle, loving, something distinctively him.

They drew apart briefly, if only to draw air like impassioned divers, just as the two singers below met in a sonorous duet. Their eyes drank in one another. He grinned lopsidedly. She ponysqueaked back at him.

As the song rose to a triumphant finale, the two new lovers melted into another deep, frantic kiss. Starlight felt it as a quivering warmth at first before her muzzle was flooded with an incandescence that filled her to her core. The explosive surge of heat rippled across her entire body, caressing every inch of her like an all-embracing lover.

Only then did she feel it. A dragon by nature only took. This was what it was for a dragon to give, to love. She felt it in the dragonfire surging through her.

“Tatet actou fa thout, dove thout (The one who sings for you loves you)

I’ll always be there for you

No matter what we’re going through

Ait doviisease (I know now with all my heart that I am loved)

It’s always, always you on my mind

And now I know that I am yours and you are mine”

Explosive applause filled the air. There were probably confetti and streamers, maybe even fireworks. But Starlight was too drunk on dragonfire to care. She found herself pinned down against the lounger by the ferocious draconic maw ravishing her muzzle, filling her with every ounce of dragonfire it could muster.

Starlight panted softly as they finally parted, little flickers of emerald dragonfire still dancing on her tongue. She gazed up at the emerald serpentine eyes peering deeply into her own. Breathlessly, she whispered, “Whoah, Spike…” Suddenly, she let out a little burp, belching a little gout of green fire of her own. “Whoops, eheheh,” she ponysqueed sheepishly. “I guess I gotta get used to that, huh?”

“Uh, was that okay?” Spike panted, also looking sheepish.

“Okay? Okay?” Starlight balked. “Spike, that was very okay!” She ran a hoof over the emerald flame burning in her belly. She felt it radiate a soothing warmth, as if she had one of Spike’s freshly dried towels wrapped all around her.

“Good, because, uh, I’m kinda sorta maybe, um, falling in love with you,” Spike blurted out. “I-it’s not just a sudden thing. I-I mean I’ve always known how earnest, kind and generous you are, and I’ve always admired that about you. You helped me open my eyes and see past my own snout tonight and, uh, I guess I’m finally seeing right for the first time. And now I finally see you properly, and, well, um…”

Starlight could only giggle at his boyish awkwardness. That was mushy as buck. But she didn’t mind that about him. If anything, she loved it.

He frowned down at her giggle before she darted in for a quick peck on his snout. If only he knew how much his words, his acceptance, meant to her. If she had to spend her entire life showing him, she would.

“And you were one of the first to see the good in me, always have been since the day we met. You see it especially when I don’t, especially when I need it most. I love you too, Spike.” She reached up and pulled him into another soft kiss. Their kisses were still clumsy, but they knew they’d have all the time in the world to practice.

They didn’t part this time, only allowing enough distance for their lips to lightly brush. The warmth of their panting breaths and dragonfire mingled, tingling fur and scales alike. “I think I know what I’m writing for my report now.” Spike chuckled softly into her lips.

Starlight felt a little smile play across her lips. Spike’s eyes widened with surprise as he felt her hind legs curl up around his belly, clinging onto him tightly. “Then I say we write it right now, Master.”

They burst through the door to the Afterlight’s scribery. Spike’s tail whipped the door closed, his claws full with his beloved captive. Finally alone together, he shed the restraint that had kept him from ravishing her in front of her co-workers at the bar.

Starlight had never imagined how a single word could light such a ferocious fire in a dragon. And she loved it.

She squeaked as the dragon’s immense weight pinned her up against the rough stone walls. His claws roved all over her, raking through her fur. She felt him growl with appreciation as his claws traced the beautiful curves she didn’t even realize she had.

She felt his claws find her cutie mark, giving her flanks a rough squeeze, digging his claws deep into her fur. She imagined him leaving dragon claw marks all over her cutie mark, all over her, showing to all the world that she belonged to a dragon.

His ferocious maw found her tiny pony muzzle. He pressed his lips into hers, surprisingly tenderly considering his earlier roughness. She felt herself melt into the kiss as he pulled her away from the wall. She floated, feeling weightless in his powerful grip as he carried her with him.

She moaned into his mouth as she felt him plant her roughly on the padded bench of the kindle scribe.“I-I don’t think I can wait a moment longer, Starlight,” he whispered hoarsely against her lips.

“M-me neither. C-cut the foreplay. F-forget writing. T-Tie me up and t-take me! Now!” Starlight hissed back at him.

“What was that?” Spike growled back, teasingly.

“U-uh...” Starlight blushed a violent red. “Um, p-please tie me up and take me now, M-Master?”

The dragon let out a feral howl as he pinned her with his wildest kiss yet, using his weight to hold her down as he fumbled with the straps around her hooves. She obediently held her hooves out for him to tie down, helping him buckle the straps with her magic.

“Spread your legs,” the dragon growled menacingly.

“Y-yes, M-Master!” Starlight squeaked, feeling herself wink and leak at the command from the domineering predator. She was but helpless prey, only able to obey him as he prepared to ravage her. She felt a string of wetness between her thighs as she spread herself open for him. “Mmmhm!” She moaned as his mighty claws grasped her legs and spread her even further before strapping her down to the bench.

As he leaned back to survey his captive prize, Starlight finally got to see his dragonhood. She blanched a little at the sight of the two enormous, bulbous spears of flesh, each as big as her hooves. Ridges and barbs ran their entire length from the wickedly curved tip to the spiky orbs of his knots. She remembered the unicorn saying the dragonfire burning in her belly would protect her. Besides, she knew Spike would never hurt her. The knowledge only filled her with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She stifled a cry as his sharp claws clasped her pink, puffy marehood and peeled them apart, exposing her winking, leaking slit. She gasped as she felt the pulsing spike of his lower member tease her entrance. The upper one rested teasing against her clit, promising to rake her lovebud mercilessly with every ridge and spike on his length as he entered.

True to his word, Spike couldn’t wait a moment longer. Starlight was thankful, for neither could she. With an almighty thrust, the dragon pushed into her.

Starlight blinked. Spike shared her astonished look as they peered around. The entire world had turned a pure white, leaving only the two of them and the padded bench Starlight was strapped to. Credit where it’s due, Spike somehow managed to stay hard despite his bewilderment, his tip still spreading Starlight’s marehood wide.

“What’s going on?” Spike voiced their question for them. The walls of the white space seemed to go beyond the original walls of the scribery. Faint electric blue lines rippled through the air around them like curtains of light.

“W-we must be inside the, unh, kindle scribe’s shared writing space thing,” Starlight grunted. She was a little thankful for the pause. It gave her time to get used to the incredible girth of Spike’s tip alone. She trembled at the thought of having the rest of that enormous, barbed shaft inside her.

“Oh, so we’ve both started ‘writing’ and this is our blank page.” Spike mused, a little smile playing on his lips. “So what if I do this?”

The faint electric blue lines glowed bright, tracing the outlines of walls, furniture, effectively painting an entire world around them. What looked like a cross between a bedroom, a dungeon and an armoury materialized all around them. It was a two-storied affair wrought of the most elegant mahogany, with the upper floor housing the living quarters and the lower floor hosting a roomy dungeon underneath what appeared to be false flooring.

A collection of kites hung along one wall. A selection of aeronautical navigation gear hung along another. A curved wall-length window took up the entirety of the back wall of the room, showing starry skies above a field of clouds. The faint purr of a well-oiled airship engine came from below.

Starlight knew this room. The details were all coming to her. This was the captain’s quarters of her airship, the pride of the Equestrian Torch Legionnaires, the Dauntless. And she was also the lead dragonsmare of Equestria’s first rapid response dragon dragoon unit, Thunderbolt 1.

Her name was….

She felt the world around her prompt her to fill in the details. ‘Oh, we’re writing the story! And Spike wants me to name my character. Oh, if I’m going to be a swashbuckling airship captain, I need a kickass name like, um, uh…’

Captain Starkite Shielder!

“Captain Starkite Shielder? Really?” Spike gave her an incredulous look.

“As if you’re any better—” Starlight searched the narrative for what Spike had named himself. “—Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze Darkinferno?”

“Oh shut up, Captain Starkite Shielder,” Spike muttered, blushing deeply. Starlight only blew a raspberry back at him.

“But you made me your captain. You can’t order me around, Lieutenant Commander Edgelord McAwesome.” Starlight pointed out with a playful smirk. It was an odd choice, considering the dynamic they were going for, but the twist was nothing if not intriguing.

Her smile faltered a little under Spike’s wicked grin.

Except it was the unit’s worst-kept secret that behind closed doors, particularly inside the (rather poorly) hidden playroom underneath the captain’s quarters, Captain Starkite Shielder was her lover’s hoard, his most precious treasure, his plaything. Outside he may obey her orders as any Equestrian soldier should. But inside, she obeyed his, including his order to always be horny and ready for her Master.

“Oh, ponyfeath-aaahhmmmm.” Starlight moaned, feeling an overwhelming lust multiply her earlier arousal manifold until it consumed every inch of her. Her pussy leaked copiously, her inner muscles winking and clenching in the hope of drawing her Master’s tip inside. Starlight realized then that she was not only at his mercy but also the mercy of his narrative.

For some reason that turned her on even more than the narrative-driven lust.

She had been ordered to remove all her armour and prepare for her Master’s enjoyment. She obeyed like the good little toy she was, donning her collar and allowing her Master to strap her down on his toy rack.

“What was that, my little slave?” Her Master teased, digging his claws into her plump rump and rocking her hips up against the tip of his lower member, cruelly dragging the ridges of his upper member against her winking clit.

“Aahhmm!” Starkite moaned. “I-I’m sorry, Master! Aaahn, p-please, forgive me!” She cried out pleadingly as the evil barbs raked over her twitching love button.

She saw her Master glance over at the tray of equipment she had prepared in case her Master saw fit to enjoy disciplining her. She felt her anticipation build up, wondering which of the cruel toys he would use to punish her.

Spike smirked at her, seemingly amused by her addition to the narrative. She winked back up at him.

“Looks like my slave needs to be punished to be reminded of her place,” he intoned, levelly. She whimpered as he pulled his tip out of her hungry pussy.

“No, please, use me, Master! I’ll be a good toy!” Starkite begged, aiming her best puppy dog eyes at him.

“Heh, perhaps. And if I use you without letting you come like the good little toy you are?” He teased. Not that it made a difference in practice. Starkite is only ever allowed to climax and ‘give all of herself up to her Master’ on special occasions. But being reminded of the fact never failed to spur her lust.

“Yes, please, Master!” Starkite moaned gratefully.

“What a good girl.” He picked out a girthy, ribbed butt plug inlaid with a beautiful ruby. He dipped it into the bowl of spiced and minted lube she had dutifully prepared.

She let out a soft gasp as he rubbed the tip up against her puckered star. “Mmmnh!” She bit her lip as she took her punishment eagerly. She felt her tight ring of muscle begin to loosen under his slow, deliberate onslaught as the blend of spices and mint tickled at her sensitive flesh.

Her Master grinned evilly as he began to work the toy in and out, pushing deeper with each slow thrust. “Aaahhm!” She moaned as the plug pried her tailhole open wider and wider with each push. “Mmmhm!” She tensed up as she took it all in, allowing the heavy girth to fill her belly. The tickle from the spices slowly mounted to a dull heat, churning insistently at her insides. “Masteeer!” she groaned, writhing against her bonds.

“What do you say, Slave?” Her Master chuckled.

“Th-thank you, f-for filling me, M-Master,” she panted.

“Good girl.” He lined up his lower shaft with her eagerly winking lips once more. “And good girls get to be used like the good little plaything they are.” She let out a loud cry of both pleasure and pain as he thrusted most of his lower length into her in one stroke.

Her tender marehood rippled agonizingly under the onslaught of each passing ridge. Her clit and teats were tenderized by the ribs and barbs of his upper member. Her tummy bulged visibly under the girth of both his incredible dragon cock and the heavy mass filling her tailhole. Her belly bulge rubbed obscenely against his upper cock.

For Starlight, it was her first time having a draconic cock spreading her so wide. His girth felt frighteningly wide yet excitingly filling. But for Starkite Shielder this was just another day with her Master. Between the power of the narrative and the protection of the dragonfire in her belly, she felt like she could take anything.

His claws gave her rump a playful slap before gripping them tight. He rocked her hips into his cocks teasingly as he gave her time to get used to his size. “Getting used to it?” he asked in a softer tone.

“Mmhmmm.” Starkite nodded, biting a lip. “I-I’m ready, Master.”

“Good girl.” He petted her lovingly. She purred softly, leaning into his claw.

He pulled out agonizingly slowly, letting her feel every barb rake the soft folds of her pussy. She groaned as each ridge tugged at her marehood. Then, with little warning, he rammed his length back into her. “M-Maaaasteeeer!” she cried out, her entire body tensing under his onslaught.

He didn’t let up, rearing back before bucking into her with another powerful stroke, then another. The girthy weight in her tailhole bounced and rocked her insides with every surge. His upper dragoncock sawed back and forth over her tender clit and teats, grinding the bulge in her belly mercilessly.

Her little pony body writhed taut against her bonds as she let out cry after cry for her Master. He ploughed her relentlessly, using her for all she was worth.

Finally, with an almighty roar, he came. The dragon cock inside surged with an overwhelming heat before pumping burst after burst of hot draconic cum into her foalhole. Her belly swelled visibly with his potent fire as he continued to work his shaft to squeeze every last drop into her. His upper member erupted with flaming hot spunk, splattering her face, chest and teats with his scent.

She moaned pleadingly, opening her mouth in the hopes of catching some of his essence. He was more than happy to oblige, pulling out of her and milking the last few spurts straight into her waiting muzzle. She moaned happily, lapping up every drop.

They panted softly, sharing a loving gaze as they basked in the afterglow. He leaned in for a loving kiss, seemingly unconcerned by the taste of his own spunk in her mouth. She felt his claws unbuckle her straps, allowing her to wrap her forehooves around his neck and lean into the kiss.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said as he let her go. She sat up on the bench as he returned with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. She smiled, purring contentedly as she allowed him to wipe her clean, from her face to the tips of her rear hooves.

She winced, groaning softly as he removed her butt plug. It still burned dully inside but he quickly soothed it by gently rubbing a zebra brand ointment into her tailhole with one claw. She purred contentedly as he worked his claw inside her, caressing every sore spot.

“How was that?” Starlight heard Spike whisper out of character.

“The writing was corny and cheesy as buck, just the way I like it.” Starlight giggled. “But you were amazing.” Her smile curled into a smirk. “What say we turn this up a bit?”

“Wait, we’re not done?” Spike blinked.

The door to their quarters chose that moment to open. Few other ponies held keys to the Captain’s room. All were dragonsmares of Starkite’s special dragon squad. All were also, entirely coincidentally, members of Shadowblaze’s hoard.

“The great and powerful Frisky Fortune smells sex!” a bombastic voice bellowed from the door. “Come, Laud High, we must investigate!”

“Our quarters always smells like sex, Frisky, “ a deadpan voice joined her. “I would be more concerned if it didn’t.”

“Are you sure?” Spike whispered. “I mean, I gotta admit I really do wanna try this whole dragon thing. But you don’t have to rush it.”

“Sure I’m sure. This report needs to be complete. Besides, this whole ‘writing’ thing is fun!” Starlight whispered back with a grin.

“They’re not the real deal, are they?” Spike added, shifting a little uncomfortably.

“Nah. They’re both characters I’m narrating.” Starlight grinned, reassuringly. “That means you can do whatever you like with them. It’ll be good practice for the real thing.”

“G-Good practice?” Spike balked. “Wh-what do you—?”

“Come on, less chatter, back in character,” Starlight hissed.

“Ahah! I knew it! Frisky has you now, Starkite!” A sky blue unicorn in light guard barding bounded down the stairs into their secret playroom. “What did Frisky tell you about getting boned without her?!”

“Get boned twice as much?” Starkite suggested with a shrug.

“It looks like you achieved that much. And then some.” The metal-gray earth pony clad in heavy cavalry barding followed behind Frisky. “Poker is a little jealous.” She pulled her pet knife out of her belt. Starkite just about imagined it giving her a rather pointed look.

“You didn’t even leave Frisky anything to lick clean!” Frisky cried at the injustice as she peered deep inside Starkite’s marehood. Starkite could only roll her eyes.

“Now now, no need to rush. After we return to port you will all be spending our two weeks of shore leave tied up in the lair. You’d best enjoy these last few days of freedom while it lasts.” Shadowblaze grinned ominously.

“Frisky will hold you to that!” Frisky declared. “Um, Master,” she quickly added, shifting a little on her hooves, seemingly realizing she shouldn’t test the Master who’ll be keeping her captive for two weeks.

“Poker is excited,” Laud spoke up for the pet knife.

“I trust you all to be good girls and behave yourselves until then,” Shadowblaze said, lubing up what Starkite recognized to be her training plug. Starkite spread her legs, biting her lip as she allowed him to fit the plug snugly inside her.

She held herself in place as he strapped her chastity belt around her hips, shuddering a little as the cold metal brushed her pussy. He chuckled with satisfaction as he securely snapped the belt around the butt plug’s flare before firmly tightening the straps. Starkite whimpered softly as she heard the padlock click shut with a resounding finality. The padlock shared a master key with the padlocks to the collars and belts of everypony in the hoard, a key that Shadowblaze kept safe on a chain around his neck.

A bell rang urgently on deck, declaring general quarters across the ship. “Horseapples. Well, there goes my off duty period,” Starkite muttered, levitating her own barding over. “Lieutenant Commander?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Shadowblaze, stalwart lieutenant commander, dutifully got to work helping his captain don her armour. The heavily modified light armour snapped into place around her body in a fraction of the time it normally takes to don standard guard barding. Light flanchards extended down from the saddle, both protecting her belly and muting the dragonflame burning within. The dark sky gray camouflage and lightning insignia marked her out to be Thunderbolt 1, leader of Equestria’s elite dragonsmares.

“Thanks.” Starkite stepped out onto the deck of her ship flanked by her squad mates and dragon lieutenant commander. The harsh high altitude winds whipped at their manes, forcing them to don their flight goggles.

“Captain on deck!” Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze declared. The ponies on deck paused to salute their captain.

“As you were,” Starkite ordered them back to their stations. “Situation?”

“Captain.” Another of her lieutenants and fellow dragonsmares, Easy Belle, saluted her with a knowing smirk. Starkite managed a level look without blushing too much. The candy-white unicorn enjoyed a little chuckle at Starkite’s expense before continuing with her report. “Forward pegasi scouts have reported a spotting due west. We’ve caught up with those pirates, ma’am.” She reported, crisply.

“They’re coasting in a cloud bank, likely reclaiming water for their cloud generator. Lights are all on. They’re not expecting us.” Easy Belle waved a hoof over at the cloud map. The almost transparent cloud sat atop their map table, a few darker, coloured clouds hovering within, denoting local cloud cover and the position of their ships.

“There’s plenty of good high altitude nimbus to get up close above them. Make that happen,” Starkite said, eyeing the map.

“Aye, ma’am,” Easy Belle replied. “Helmsmare, ahead slow, bring us to altitude four-fifty above the enemy vessel, stay to the clouds. Crew, kill the lights.” The crew got to work darkening all essential lighting and closing the shutters on the less important lanterns.

“As far as we know, the prisoners from the raid are still onboard.” Starkite mused. “Did the pegasi report on the ship model?”

“It’s a modified Predator class cloud ship. Makes you wonder how the Storm Empire’s pirates are getting their filthy claws on our ships, but it means the innards are no secret to us. The brigs are there, in the lower decks.” Easy Belle said, seemingly thinking along the same lines.

“So we send the dragon in and raise hay.” Shadowblaze grinned.

“Frisky has a far superior idea.” Frisky said. “Let’s not do that and get all our prisoners killed.”

“They’ll have all their magic diverted to the water reclaimer,” Starkite said. “Not to mention they don’t seem to be expecting an assault. Which means the anti-teleportation field will likely be down. I say we go in silent, tele-board in, teleport the prisoners back to the ship, get out. Shadowblaze will carry the rest of the dragonsmares in and stand by inside the cloud bank.” She nodded at the rest of the dragonsmares and their dragon. “If it gets hairy, Laud High will lead a breaching team to blow a hole in the hull.”

“Then we send in the dragon and raise hay?” Shadowblaze suggested, helpfully.

“Then we send in the dragon and raise hay.” Starkite nodded with a smile.

“We’ve arrived above the target, Captain.” Laud High reported. “Comparing the size of that cloud bank to the pegasi reports, the pirates are probably almost done refilling their cloud generator.”

“No more time, then. Frisky, on me. No magic, no sparkles, until we’re under their noses. The rest of you, be ready to come in after us.” Starkite ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” Her crew saluted.

“Oh, if the talented and skilled Frisky must, she will show you how it’s done,” Frisky said, stepping up next to her.

“You can start by showing us how to be quiet.” Starkite quipped, donning her flight mask. “Come on.” She took a running jump before leaping off the side of the ship. She saw out of the corner of her eye her fellow dragonsmare follow after her.

The two plunged through the clouds, their dark camouflaged forms trailing the faintest wisps of vapour. It didn’t take them long to spot the pinprick of light sitting amidst the cloudbank below.

Starkite and Frisky carefully adjusted their descent, aiming for the pirate ship looming closer with each second. In perfect synchrony, the two dragonsmares spread their hooves, deploying the dragon wingsuit built into their barding. They caught the air under their wings effortlessly, using the currents to coast silently through the clouds towards their target.

She spotted a few figures moving about on deck. Probably lookouts. From how relaxed they seemed, the ship was still unalerted to their presence.

They winged silently to the starboard side of the aft deck where the moon’s shadow fell darkest. Only when they were underneath the ship’s shadow did they activate their magic, slowing into a self-levitating hover before securing their wall-step boots on the hull.

The Predator-class cloud ships were solid pieces of Equestrian naval equipment. But in that solidness was a certain predictability in design. For example, the only patch of hull that lacked portholes was the brig. It made sense to want to keep the prisoners in. However it also meant anypony with half a brain could work out where it was in the hull.

Starkite hoof-signed to Frisky for a tele-boarding. Receiving a nod from Frisky, Starkite charged her spell. She was glad to see the spell take form, confirming that the anti-teleportation field was indeed down. Too many things could go wrong with teleporting straight into something as unpredictable as an enemy ship from afar, making it unsuited for military operations. But flying in like this made it an effectively silent boarding strategy. Better yet, once they had at least one unicorn inside, they could easily teleport more troops in if need be.

Once her spell confirmed no obstacles on the other side of the wall, she teleported them both inside.

They appeared in a darkened room. A few fearful yelps and whimpers filled the air. The smell of fetid squalor and decay assaulted their noses through their flight masks. Pitiful figures in thick iron manacles and yokes trembled in the dark, pressing their wasted forms against the sides of the cage.

It has only been two weeks since the raid on Port Neighton and the Storm Empire’s cruelty already showed on the poor prisoners. Even with their last Emperor gone, the Empire’s thirst for conquest only continued unabated, regardless of the innocents caught in their path.

“Shh, we’re the Equestrian Royal Guard, the good guys. The great and powerful Frisky will get you all out of here, promise,” Frisky whispered. This seemed to calm the prisoners, even bring smiles and cries of relief to a few. Many still looked at them with fearful eyes, however, evidence of the Empire’s cruelty.

Starkite hoof-signed for silence. While it was just like Frisky to want to reassure the fearful ponies, their rescue depended on them remaining undetected.

There was a loud grunt from outside the cage. The brig was suddenly bathed in light. Their ears perked, hearing heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

There was no time left. Starkite sought out the teleportation beacon on her own ship. Focusing on it, she charged up a mass teleportation spell. She wouldn’t be able to go with it, as she’d have to remain as the spell’s anchor. However, she’d be able to get these prisoners to safety all at once.

In an explosive flash of light, the brig was emptied of its captives, leaving behind Starkite and Frisky. The flash alerted whoever was coming down the stairs. Starkite heard a stormbeast roar, raising the alarm.

She heard Frisky hiss angrily, her collapsible rune lance deploying in her magical grasp. With potshot accuracy, her rune lance shot a bolt of magic at the first stormbeast coming down the stairs straight in the space between his pauldron and chest piece.

Starkite used the moment Frisky bought her to charge up a new teleportation spell. Her horn was just beginning to spark when the struck stormbeast roared in anger, bringing his lightning spear to bear.

Frisky was only halfway through telekinetically reloading her rune lance when the stormbeast fired his lightning spear, sending a volley of lightning bolts lancing straight for her. Frisky dropped the half-loaded rune lance in favour of something she had more readily available. She took a deep breath before blowing gout after gout of the emerald dragonfire she had stored up inside her belly.

The balls of dragonfire met the lightning bolts in midair, erupting in bursts of superheated air and plasma. Frisky’s eyes widened as she realized one last bolt had made it through. Her horn had started preparing a backup shield spell. But from the look of horror on her face she knew it was too late.

“No! Frisky!” Starkite knew she wouldn’t be able to drop her half-charged teleportation spell and prepare a shield in time. But she could do something else. She allowed her teleport to whisk her away in a flash of light. With an explosion of sparkles she reappeared in front of Frisky, just in time for the bolt to strike her in the withers. “Agh!” She cried, feeling the bolt pierce her pauldron and strike through flesh and bone.

“Starkite!” Frisky cried, catching her captain in her hooves.

“Frisky, get us clear of the wall. Drag me if you have to. That’s an order.” Starkite growled, wincing at the pain burning in her withers.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Frisky whimpered. Starkite hissed as Frisky telekinetically pulled her to the side.

More stormbeasts had rushed up to the aid of their comrade. A full squad stood outside their cage, their lightning spears levelled at them both. Starkite could see some of them chuckle and gloat under their masks. After all, the two unicorns were little more than fish in a barrel.

Except fish don’t normally bear shark-like grins brimming with menacing dragonfire like the one Starkite wore. She tore off an amulet hanging around her neck before incinerating it in her dragonfire. The puff of emerald smoke seemed to curl away into the ether. “Frisky, brace for impact.” The two huddled together, Frisky raising a last minute barrier spell.

It happened all at once. The hull erupted in an explosion of wood and shrapnel. A sleek silver projectile the size of a pony hurtled through the shower of debris with the kind of speed normally reserved for heavy artillery or, say, a dragon’s throwing arm. Sparks flew out as a set of heavily armoured boots landed on the ground. The curved metal shell around the projectile swung forwards and planted itself in the ground, turning from a giant bullet shell to a wide tower shield.

Easy Belle swooped in, her wingsuit folding neatly as she landed next to the shield. With an almighty puff, she breathed out a blindingly bright gout of emerald dragonfire. The flames erupted violently in a blast of light and sound, blinding and deafening what few stormbeasts hadn’t been blown away by the breach.

The pony in heavy cavalry armour standing behind the shield looked back at the two. “Boom,” Laud High said in enthusiastic monotone. “I am the punchline.” She paused for effect. “I was implying you are the joke,” she added, looking down at Frisky.

“This is no time for jokes! Starkite is hurt!” Frisky cried.

“Oh dear, we’d better get you patched up.” Easy Belle said, pulling out a medikit from her saddlebags.

“Starkite is WHAT?!” Something immense landed heavily in the breach Laud High had punched in the hull. “WHO DID THIS?!” The booming voice shook the entire ship.

“They did it.” Frisky pointed a hoof at the stormbeasts.

The stormbeasts’ gazes trailed slowly up the looming shadow outlined against the hole in the hull until they saw the fiery serpentine eyes burning with cold anger. The maw beneath it rumbled with barely restrained hellfire.

“Uh oh, “ one stormbeast summarized their predicament very accurately.

“YOU DARE TOUCH MY HOARD?!” The rest of the beast’s roar was drowned out by assorted explosions and squeals for mercy. “SHADOWBLAZE SMASH!”

“Please don’t die, Starkite! Don’t go into the light!” Frisky wailed, clutching onto Starkite desperately.

“It’s only a flesh wound, Frisky.” Starkite rolled her eyes. “Look, Easy Belle’s patched me up already.”

“I agree. Please don’t die of that flesh wound, Starkite. It would be sad,” Laud contributed.

“Yeah, Celestia forbid, Shadowblaze would tear the Storm Empire apart all by himself,” Easy Belle chuckled.

Starkite winced as yet another explosion and squeal of terror came from the deck above. “Uh, speaking of, Easy Belle, I think they might need you more than me.”

“Come back here and I’ll show you the business end of my awesome, you….huh?” Spike blinked as the shipful of stormbeasts dissolved into nothingness. He found himself once again alone with Starlight back in the scribery’s boundless white space where they had started. “What’s going on, Starlight? I was having fun giving the baddies a beat down.”

“Oh, that was just a good place for a scene break, right after that witty one liner I made,” Starlight explained cheerfully.

“Witty, huh?” Spike gave her a wry look.

“Hay, I’m sorry I lack your eloquence, Mr. Shadowblaze Smash.” Starlight blew him a raspberry. “In all seriousness, your dom face was on point. Do you practice a lot?”

“Oh? Oh, um, thanks.” He chuckled, blushing a little. “I gotta admit, I mostly play in big groups and leave the serious leading to others. I think the story’s kinda helping here. I imagine a strong, commanding dragon figure and the story seems to just help me along.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. It felt like I could always trust myself to act as cool as I imagine Starkite to be. This place is amazing!” Starlight giggled, feeling herself overflow with much-needed confidence. “Speaking of the story, we’re going to time-skip ahead to the heroic return and the clop.”

“I’m already liking the plot so far.” Spike grinned.

“Alright, Mr. Razor Wit. Hush and let me set the scene.” Starlight waved a hoof, painting the Canterlot throne room and their squad members around them.

Thankfully Starkite got away with nothing more than a cracked collarbone. Plus the wound was small enough that Easy Belle’s excessive bandaging didn’t even show underneath her ceremonial royal guard armour. Her healing magic certainly helped too, ensuring it didn’t hurt more than a mild ache.

There was no hiding it from Shadowblaze, however, who had taken to following her and standing over her like a protective mother hen. No amount of ceremonial decorum would stop him from doing so even at the royal award ceremony.

Not that Starkite wasn’t already nervous enough attending formal events without a giant dragon looming over her drawing everypony’s attention.

“....distinguished gallantry in service of the nation. Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze, Equestria thanks you for your service.” Princess Celestia had to crane her neck up considerably to look up at the dragon as she pinned the Equestrian Crest of Harmony on his lapel.

“You should thank Captain Starkite, Your Highness,” the dragon muttered, dourly.

“Indeed I will, Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze. I think our good captain has more than earned her medal.” Celestia chuckled as she looked down at Starkite who was doing her best impression of an overripe tomato.

“Captain Starkite Shielder, not only have you saved the ponies of Port Neighton and rid the skies of yet another scourge to Equestria’s shores, you have put your own life on the line to save a fellow guardsmare. Such selfless heroism deserves nothing less than the Equestrian Pink Heart of Courage. You may stop holding your breath now, Captain Starkite.” Celestia chuckled at her captain’s blue face as she pinned her medal on her uniform.

“Th-thank you, Your Highness!” Starkite wasn’t sure whether it was gratitude for the medal or for reminding her to breathe. But she was thankful anyway.

“Now, the good doctors have told me you need at least six weeks to heal up from that injury of yours. I would be loathe to field your squad without you. So I declare you and your entire squad on paid leave until you are granted a clean bill of health.” Celestia leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I am sure you and your companions will find plenty of ways to spend that time.”

Starkite could only gape like a fish as Celestia chuckled merrily at her expense.

“Now, with the formalities out of the way…” She looked around at the rest of the squad. “While there is a press conference to attend…” The squad visibly grimaced. “I’m sure that with Starkite’s injuries in the line of duty, it would be best if her squad helped her, ahem, recover.” Starkite turned as red as a blast furnace once more. “I am sure I will manage if I can just borrow Easy Belle to be the face of the squad?”

“With pleasure, Your Highness.” Easy Belle nodded, eagerly.

“Thank you, my dear Easy Belle.” Celestia gave Easy Belle smile of gratitude. “I trust you will be suitably ‘rewarded’ for taking one for the team.” Celestia gave Shadowblaze and the rest of the squad a knowing look. All of them, Easy Belle included, visibly blanched as one at their Princess’s playful chuckles. “Now, run along. The fun won’t be having itself, after all.”

“I’m never going to get used to these scene break things,” Spike murmured as the world dissolved once more, leaving the two of them staring into the blankness of space. “We should go back over this later, maybe trim some of this out.”

“Yeah, we totally will. This needs to be perfect,” Starlight said, excitedly. “Now, you’re going to love this next bit.” She painted a new scene, weaving walls and floors right out of the air. The narrative began to flow around them as more of the world came into being.

Contrary to popular belief, Canterlot palace did have a dungeon, though it had long been disused, its functions transferred to either the Royal Canterlot Prison or, well, Tartarus. It was built into an old gem cave several levels underneath the city, opening out into a beautiful cliffside of Mount Canterhorn.

Between the cliffside garden with a magnificent view of the Equestrian heartlands stretching away into the Applelachian mountains and having a natural cave for a dragon lair (as well as a nearby dungeon for their more kinkier activities), it made the perfect home for Shadowblaze and his hoard.

“That is a lot of purple prose,” Spike commented, eyeing Starlight’s word-weaving.

“Oh shush. I bet you’re the type of writer who just jumps straight into the flank-spanking action,” Starlight chided.

“You’d rather get off to that?” Spike pointed at the wall of text.

“No, that’s literary foreplay,” Starlight argued. “You know, come to think of it, why do they call it purple prose?”

“Probably Twilight.” Spike shrugged.

“Probably Twilight.” Starlight agreed.

Starlight had created something between a grand hall, a dungeon and a dragon lair. Braziers burning with dragonfire provided cozy mood lighting, bathing the room in a pool of light centered on an enormous pile of massive cushions that sloped into a mound in the middle of the room. “Behold, your hoard,” she declared with a flourish.

“I hoard the world’s biggest pile of pillows?” Spike asked, nonplussed.

“No, you big silly. This is where your hoard of ponies form a cuddle pile with you at the center.” Starlight rolled her eyes. “It’s like a pile of treasure, but with ponies.”

“The pony throne, huh.” Spike chuckled.

“But that’s for cuddles and sleepy times. During the day they’re either going about their daily lives; training, crewing the Dauntless, tending the lair, or waiting for you to play with them.” She waved at new features materializing around the periphery of the hall.

Some were actual cages with wrought iron bars, obviously designed to cater to pet play or slave fantasies. Some were more personal rooms for those less inclined. A rooms were even tucked away in the rafters for the bat pony members of the hoard.

Each one had specific nameplates signifying their occupant and distinct furnishings from plush opulence and stuffed toys to a bare floor with a single pet bowl. A good few had ponies curled up in them, some sleeping, two playing a game of chess, one enjoying a book. All of them were fellow Dauntless crew members enjoying the down time and, more importantly, as the emerald dragonfire burning in their bellies testified, Shadowblaze’s hoard.

“That’s...a lot of ponies,” Spike whistled.

“Shadowblaze has a large hoard of adoring mares, maybe even some stallions if you’re into that.” Starlight grinned.

“Uh, well…” Spike blushed deeply.

“The impressive size of his hoard is the secret to Shadowblaze’s draconic might which he wields in the service of Equestria,” Starlight said, dramatically. “But for this first story, we’ll only be focusing on Starkite Shielder, Frisky Fortune and Laud High. It’s a small enough group that we can kinda get some characterization going. Maybe we can do a sequel with more characters later.”

“Pft, ‘Characterization’, huh? You’re really getting into this. In fact, you’re writing most of my homework for me.” Spike chuckled.

“Are you kidding? I love planning stuff like this!” Starlight giggled excitedly like a little filly. “I can’t wait to start planning the real thing!”

“Wait, you mean…?” Spike blinked.

“Now, come on, I need to show you where we’re going to have our fun.” Starlight waved them both into an adjoining room. There was no mistaking this room for anything other than a kinky play dungeon. A Shadowblaze-sized throne sat surrounded by racks, stocks, crosses and trolleys full of toys. More braziers of dragonfire completed the atmosphere. “Not all of your hoard is into this. Some are even quite vanilla. But for those who are, this is where most of their fun happens.”

“Wait, did you also write this in?” Spike eyed a piece of equipment sitting to one side of the throne.

Starlight smiled sheepishly. “I’ve, um, always wanted to try it. Now that I have somepony to try it with…” She vaguely waved a hoof.

“Oh, maybe, if you’re a good girl.” Spike chuckled, earning him a bright blush from his companion.

Starkite eyed the wooden horse with a mix of anticipation and dread. Instead of a simple edge, the spine had been replaced with a rubber impression of the ridges and barbs on her Master’s dragon cock. She trembled with both excitement and fear as she watched her Master lean down to flip one of the switches on it, warming the device to draconic body temperature - The feel of a warm towel by pony standards.

“We’re starting this scene out my way though.” Spike grinned, waving her over. Starlight blinked, realizing it was the first time Spike was taking charge in the story. She smiled, deciding that she quite liked it when he did.

Starkite stood obediently still as her Master took his time removing her ceremonial armour. She knew he enjoyed how impatient and needy she’d be by the time he finished. And yet he insisted on carefully putting away each piece in a velvet-lined tray with her name on it.

She also knew he’d be inspecting his prized possession as he went, admiring her body as one might appreciate the crown jewel of a collection. He certainly didn’t hide it from the way he trailed his riding crop over form, accentuating her curves. She moaned softly as the crop found some particularly sensitive areas.

“Hm, wet already, are we?” Shadowblaze smirked at the glistening rope of mare juice between the crop and her nethers. A few errant drops had begun to stain the stone floor. “Look at the mess you made on my crop.” He waved the crop in front of her muzzle.

“S-sorry, Master.” Starkite poked her tongue out and dutifully licked the crop clean. She gave a soft moan, more for her Master’s benefit. While she loved the taste of her fellow hoard members, she didn’t particularly care for her own flavour, no matter how much Shadowblaze said he loved it.

She felt him pause as he finally removed her pauldron, revealing the bandaged wound beneath. Starkite heard him hiss with anger. She couldn’t stop herself, disobeying the unspoken rule of standing still for inspection to reach out and curl a hoof around his claw comfortingly.

He seemed to calm a little in her grip. He knelt down next to her, curling his claws around her mane and pulling her cheek into his. He let out a soft whimper that broke her heart. She nuzzled him lovingly.

“I don’t like you getting hurt,” he whispered into her fur.

“Me neither,” Starkite chuckled softly. She could hear the conversation left unspoken.

Dragons have no notion of nations, certainly no sense of national loyalty, but they were fiercely loyal to their hoard. After all, the hoard made the dragon.

To allow their hoard to come to harm was anathema to dragonkind. To willingly let them go into battle was unthinkable for most dragons. Shadowblaze only barely reconciled this in his mind on the basis that Starkite, as his treasure, his beloved, shined brightest when she was serving her cutie mark destiny by defending Equestria, and that he’d be there to protect her as she did. But this reconciliation was precarious at best and would crack a little more every time she or the others came to any harm. She dared not even think of what would happen if any of them were to die.

He took a slow, deep breath, resting his forehead against hers to peer into her eyes. She peered back up at him with a little smile. He smiled wetly back at her. The reconciliation seemed to have survived another day.

He leaned in, pulling her into a kiss. She sighed happily into his lips. She affectionately breathed a puff of her own dragonfire into his mouth, an intimate gesture the hoard shared. He hummed appreciatively, gently blowing a gout of his own fire into her. She felt it warm her from the inside out, kindling the precious flame burning inside her. As they parted, she let out a cute little burp, belching a few wisps of emerald dragonfire. She gave a sheepish little pony squee as he enjoyed a chuckle at her expense.

She purred as he ran his claw through her mane, caressing her cheeks before scratching her chin. She whined happily, wagging her tail to show her appreciation like the good pet she was. He smiled warmly at her display. With a claw on her chin, he led her over to his seat. She obediently clambered into his lap at his ushering.

Her eyes were drawn to the two figures writhing together on the ground at his feet. The two mares were bound together, their hooves restrained around one another in a forced hug. Frisky moaned softly into Laud’s mouth, their muzzles locked together in a kiss by a secure harness.

They were also joined at the nethers by the small padlocks linking their teat and clit rings together. The telltale, muffled buzzing of a pair of buttplug vibrators came from below, eking more little moans and eeps from the two poor mares. Starkite felt a little jealous as she watched them moan and copiously leak their arousal onto the dungeon floor while their Master used them as a foot rest.

Her Master pulled Starkite’s gaze back to him with loud ‘tsk’, reminding her that her attention was his and his alone.

Starkite purred as he stroked his claw down her side, turning her over onto her back in his lap. She giggled and moaned as he ran a claw over her belly, caressing the warm patch of fur where her dragonfire burned.

“Getting cuddly, Master?” Starkite giggled.

“Hush. We’re always doing your stuff, which I enjoy by the way. But the deal is I get to do my stuff when I want to,” Shadowblaze said, leaning in to caress and nuzzle her mane. “Hm, smells of lavender and berries.”

Shadowblaze, like most dragons, preferred to spoil their loved ones in the same way they enjoyed polishing their treasure. But that didn’t stop him enjoying the various fantasies shared by Starkite and many other hoard members.

Starkite moaned as he nibbled on her fluffy ears, his claw running contentedly through her silky mane. She felt his breath on her fur as he trailed down her neck before planting playful kisses on her chest fluff. “H-hay, I-I’m sensitive there!” Starkite squeaked.

“Not as much as you are here.” He grinned. She let out a squeal of giggles as he blew a raspberry in her belly fur. “Or here.” She let out a soft gasp as he ran the tip of his claws over her marehood, teasing her puffy labia lips.

“You’re leaking all over me,” he chided, drawing circular trails of her warm juices over her teats. She shuddered as she watched him lick her sticky arousal off his fingers. “Hmmm, the taste of a quality slave.” He smacked his lips appreciatively.

He reached to the velvet cushion next to his seat to pick up her collar. With a little flourish, he laid it open across his thigh. One claw guided her head down to rest her neck across the collar. She shivered in anticipation as he lovingly stroked her neck where her collar would soon fasten. She peered up, seeing the playful grin on his face. She knew the smug bastard wouldn’t collar her until she begged for it.

“Mmm, Masteeeer,” Starkite moaned.

“Yes, my pet?”

“Please, Master, please collar me,” she pleaded.

“Such an impatient pet.” Shadowblaze chuckled. She helpfully pulled her mane aside as he tightened the straps around her neck before securing the padlock with a click. Starkite smiled at the reassuring weight of his padlock hanging from her neck.

She held out her hooves for him to secure the rest of her cuff straps as well as the safety bell on her tail. She raised an eyebrow at an unusual addition — a saddle strap around her hips.

“The doctor did say you can’t put too much pressure through that injured shoulder,” Shadowblaze pointed out. “So we’ll be using this to secure you instead.”

“B-but, Master, I want you to tie my forehooves too,” Starkite protested.

Shadowblaze gave her the look of patient exasperation all doms with power-bottoms learned to master. She gave her best pout back up at him. A silent war of wills waged. “Alright,” Shadowblaze finally conceded. “But we’re only tying them up. No pressure or suspension through them.”

“Deal!” Starkite beamed.

“Get yourselves wet and ready, my lovelies. I’ll be using you two soon,” Shadowblaze said, looking down at his footrest. The two mares moaned and writhed with barely concealed anticipation.

“As for you, my impatient little minx…” Shadowblaze brandished her ring gag bridle. It was a special design, made by one of their own toy smiths. It featured a front ring where a built-in plug shaped like Master’s cock would screw in. A rear ring with a tongue clamp would sit deeper in her muzzle. “Test your safety bell for me,” he ordered.

Starkite obediently gave the bell on her tail a single, clear ring. It would serve as her safe word while her mouth was otherwise occupied.

Satisfied, her Master pushed the gag up against her lips. She gulped, her heart fluttering as she obediently opened her mouth wide. While the dragonfire in her belly helped him fit his mighty lengths into any of her cockholes, her ring gag had to be custom-made to fit him. Thankfully, years of training meant she no longer got jaw cramps.

She whimpered softly as he fitted the ring gag inside her muzzle. He enjoyed a chuckle at her expense as he tugged on her tongue playfully, eking out a low moan from her. She allowed him to stretch her tongue before restraining it in the tongue clamp. She moaned helplessly as he held her by her mane and slowly finger-fucked her oral cocksock, preparing her for her mouth plug.

But the plug she expected didn’t come. She frowned, tilting her head to one side at him. He only chuckled as he got up and put her on the ground just beside her two bound hoard sisters. “Come on, pet.” She felt him tug on her bridle. She fell into step behind her Master, her apprehension and excitement mounting as she was led to whatever he had planned for her.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized her Master was following through with his promise to make her ride the wooden horse. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing out a spot next to the wooden horse. She obeyed, sitting on her haunches like a well-trained dog. She watched breathlessly as he poured an entire bottle of lube all over the wooden horse’s spine.

Satisfied that the wooden horse was ready, he tugged on her reins to make her climb the steps up to the horse. He tapped her inner thighs with his riding crop, guiding her to swing her hind legs over and mount the horse.

She whimpered as her Master reached under her and spread her mare petals over the spine of ridges and barbs, ensuring they prickled her most sensitive bits. The magically warmed surface felt tingly against her leaking foalhole.

Her saddle strap was carefully secured to a set of chains that ran up to a pair of pillars flanking the horse, ensuring she wouldn’t fall over sideways. She held her forehooves behind her, feeling her heart thump wildly as he locked the cuffs in place.

She let out a sharp gasp as her Master abruptly pushed aside the steps from under her hind legs, putting all of her weight on her marehood. A rough smack on her flanks pushed her sopping pussy deeper against the ridged edge. Starkite found herself besieged by pain and pleasure from both sides. “Aaahn! M-Masteeer!” she cried as another spank landed, then another.

“Mmmhhhnnnn! P-pleaseaaaahn!” She groaned as he roughly grabbed clawfuls of her reddened buttocks and rolled her entire body down against the spine, mashing her abused petals against the barbs. Once, twice, he continued to plough her flanks against the horse as she cried and pleaded for mercy.

He finally peered down at the sweating, panting mess that was her face. She groaned softly as she lifted her face to him. He gave her a little kiss through her ring gag which she gratefully accepted with a pleasurable moan. She gave a startled, muffled little cry as she suddenly found him rubbing and easing the gag plug into her muzzle.

“Mph. Ahhm,” she groaned as it filled her mouth, weighing heavily on her tongue. With the first and secondary rings holding her mouth open, she could do nothing to stop its advance until the tip reached just shy of penetrating her throat. “Maaftheer,” she moaned as he screwed the plug into her ring gag, securing it.

“Now, be a good girl and edge yourself.” He chuckled at his own terrible pun. Starkite could only roll her eyes and groan into her gag. “I want you ready for me once I finish with these two.” She panted softly into her gag as she watched him turn away.

She obediently followed his orders, wincing and whimpering as she began to rub herself against the cruel ridges and barbs threatening to split her tender flower in two. She watched as her Master sat back down on his throne and picked up her two hoard sisters with ridiculous ease. Their eyes flew wide open at the sight of their Master’s towering spires, their incredible girths tapering to a wicked point. Their Master only chuckled at their needy panting, how their pussies winked imagining him inside them.

Frisky and Laud moaned and whimpered into each other’s mouths as their Master rocked their bound bodies against his cocks. “Get my cocks wetter, slaves. It’ll hurt just a little less when they split you in two.”

The two mares gave out muffled squeaks as they ground their hips into their Master, squeaking and moaning each time they tugged or grinded one another’s teat or clit rings.

They squealed as their Master turned up the strength of their buttplug vibrators, forcing them to squeeze a little more of their essence all over his waiting tips. “Looks like the right setting for my fleshlight.” He chuckled at their impatient panting.

He didn’t leave them waiting a moment longer. With a long, pleasurable groan, he lowered them onto his cocks. The pointy heads of his cocks spread their winking marehoods with ease. “These cock sleeves are so tight,” he grunted as his thickness began to test their stretch. The two mares moaned into each other’s muzzles as his diamond hardness began to fill them up. Their labial lips strained to stretch around each ribbed knob and barb, oozing more and more of their arousal down his shaft to coat his obscene dragon knots.

Starkite looked on as her hoard sisters were helplessly impaled on his spears. She panted as her own pussy winked with jealousy on the ribbed bench splitting her in two. She rolled her hips into the horse with urgency, hoping the pain of grinding her clit and lips on the ribs might buy some relief for the burning desire in her loins.

Their Master growled triumphantly as he slammed his fleshlight down to the base just shy of his knots. Frisky and Laud howled, their lithe little bodies spasming against one another in a rictus of pain and pleasure. “Give yourselves to me!” their Master barked, commanding them to cum for him.

“Maaaffthheerr!” They cried out, their marehoods quivering and clenching hungrily around his cocks, urgently milking them for his seed. He grinned as he pulled out, letting them clench and squeeze on his retreating cock, barbs and all. Then with a swift stroke he rammed his length into their tight, spasming foalholes. They screamed in pain and delight as he ploughed them through their orgasm, prolonging their euphoric spasms to the point of torture. He kept them going, and going, his jackhammer pussy-wrecking never ceasing, breaking them one forced orgasm after another.

Starkite watched, wide-eyed, unable to tell where one orgasm ended and another began for her hoard sisters. She saw them reduced to moaning, crying, twitching masses of pleasure under his merciless onslaught. Dragons take a good long while to climax, and with their unlimited stamina they have the patience of aeons. While he had trained most of his hoard to last as long as they could, it was not unusual for him to have to go through two or three cock sleeves before he came.

“Aaahhmm...mmpphh….mmmhhmmaaatheeer!” Their fevered cries grew more and more throaty, their orgasmic spasms feeble, as they climaxed continuously for the umpteenth time. They stared distantly at nothing but their Master, their gazes glazed over with sexual exhaustion. The tight rings of their marehoods had long grown loose from their pummelling, their muscles clenching tiredly on his cocks in a last ditch effort to milk his seed into their wombs.

Shadowblaze grunted, snorting a burst of fire from his nostrils as he pulled the mares all the way out to the tip. Then, with an almighty roar, he impaled them all the way on his rods as he erupted inside them. The two mares quivered and twitched, eyes rolling back in euphoria, locked in the silent screams of pleasure of utterly broken cocksleeves finally serving their purpose as cum dumps.

Starkite drooled around her gag, dribbling onto her chest as she watched her hoard sisters’ bellies swell from his explosion of dragon cum. Their marehoods bulged and stretched under the pressure before finally giving way to a cascade of dragon cum and mare juices.

“Oh, yes, that was amazing,” Shadowblaze panted softly, holding his two slaves tight. “You two did well. Rest,” he ordered, planting a tender kiss on their glistening foreheads.

“Hank huu mathter,” they moaned softly, their bodies twitching with the euphoric glow of his praise before obediently passing out from sheer exhaustion.

He mercifully allowed them to pass out first before pulling their stretched and battered pussies off his cock. He untied them before tucking their exhausted forms into a pillow pile next to his seat. There were only two ponies on the pile that evening. On more crowded nights, the cuddle pile could often grow into a little mountain of what the hoard liked to call ‘used cum rags’.

Unlike stallions, Dragons have no refractory period, so it was no surprise to Starkite to see his rods stand as proud and hard as ever. If anything, it excited the butterflies dancing in the dragonfire in her belly.

He turned his gaze to her. Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized she was next. He strode over to her with a wide grin. “Enjoyed the show?” he asked, grabbing a clawful of her flank before kneading her into the bench. She squealed as her aching pussy and swollen clit was mushed against the wooden horse once more.

“Yeth mathter,” she squeaked, knowing not to lie to her Master.

“I see you’ve gotten yourself ready as I ordered. Good girl.” He chuckled, giving her a few playful spanks before rubbing the tender flesh, drawing a few more sensual moans from her. “Good, because you’re next.” She squirmed as he untied her from the bench. He left her forehooves tied together as he picked her up, finally granting her abused pussy some relief from the cruel wooden horse.

She felt her pulse rise as he carried her back to his seat as if he were simply picking a fucktoy for a personal masturbation session. He set her down at the foot of his throne, between his legs where she belonged. The cool stone floor felt soothing against her hot, aching marehood, even as she began to trickle a little pool of arousal under her. She got into a kneeling position, spreading her legs and showing off her winking clit, earning her an appreciative hum from her Master.

She leaned forwards and nuzzled his cum-coated dragon balls, soaking her fur and mane in the mixed essence of her Master and hoard sisters. She moaned as his heady scent filled her head with euphoric haziness. He chuckled at her eagerness, caressing her mane while rubbing her against his balls like the cum rag she was. “Yes, that’s right, clean it all up.”

She groaned softly as he unlocked the mouth plug and eased the heavy length out of her muzzle with a loud pop. “You may lick it, slave,” her Master said, guiding her down with the claw gripping her mane.

“Hank huu mathther,” she moaned gratefully through her ring gag. Her tongue was forced to hang out helplessly by the ring gag’s tongue clamp like the cum wipe it was. She put it to work licking her Master clean, running it between the ridges and barbs on his colossal member.

Her heart fluttered at how it twitched in pleasure to her every lick and nuzzle, how she could feel his feral vitality pulse with every throb. All of it tasted of the thick, salty-sweet ambrosia of her Master. She also recognized the very familiar tangy, poprock-like taste of Frisky on his lower member as well as the surprising wild berry flavour of Laud on his upper cock.

“Hm, well done, pet.” She felt a shiver at her Master’s praise, urging her to lick the remaining cum out of his tip with even more enthusiasm. She gave a gasp as he grasped her mane and pulled, raising her head up. Her eyes fell upon the bottle of specially made oral throat lube he held in his other claw. “Let’s get my favourite toy all lubed up and ready, shall we?”

Her excited panting grew into a fevered pitch at the thought of having her throat lubed up like the needy cock sleeve she was. She held her tongue out, moaning pleadingly. Her flanks wiggled with barely concealed anticipation, smearing the growing pool of arousal underneath her. He smiled at her enthusiasm, liberally pouring the lube onto her waiting tongue. She let it fill her muzzle before swallowing as best as she could, allowing the liquid to thoroughly coat her throat.

“Oh, you’re so bucking sexy, you little vixen. I can’t wait a moment longer.” He let out a feral growl, his mask of dominant calm crumbling before her shamelessly erotic display. He gripped her mane and pushed her down on his lower cock head.

The pointed bulb of flesh popped past her ring gag and invaded her lubed mouth, filling her cheeks with its throbbing warmth. Her sensitive horn brushed up against the ridges running along his upper cock, sending shivers down her spine. She cried out around his cock as the ribbed notches and barbs stretched her muzzle until his tip reached the tight ring of her throat.

“Look up at me as I spread your throat,” he ordered, breathlessly.

She panted softly, worshipfully gazing up at her Master. She gave a little nod, signalling that she was ready. He responded with a grunt as he pushed his cock head further. There was a moment of resistance before the invader teased her throat open.

He held her tightly by her mane as he stroked his cock against the tight ring, penetrating it over and over, groaning with pleasure all the while. Her eyes watered, her moans of pain and pleasure coming short and ragged as he stretched her repeatedly.

Only when the ring of her throat had loosened in surrender, offering no more resistance nor pleasure, did he ease his shaft further down in slow, patient strokes. Her moans reverberated up and down her throat, massaging his shaft, earning her a groan of pleasure from her Master. She swallowed rhythmically, her throat muscles easing and squeezing his length deeper and deeper into her.

The dragonfire in her belly recognized its owner’s invading cock and responded by surging up to meet it. The flames licked at the cock head before embracing the rest of his shaft its warm caressing grip. The fire dutifully protected its host from the cock’s barbs while allowing Starkite to enjoy the sensuous torment of them bristling up and down her throat.

He groaned pleasurably as his length reached the next tightest part of her throat—the tight space under her collar. She knew this was her Master’s favourite part of her throat. They had spent many sessions exploring it, learning what worked and what didn’t. She loved it most when he made her feel the tightness of her collar squeeze on the cock bulge in her throat, when he fucked her so roughly the padlock bounced against her neck.

She moaned sharply as he gripped her hard, squeezing the cock bulge past the upper lip of her collar. “Ulp...ulp...ulp…” She gurgled drunkenly on the cock stretching her collar and rattling her padlock.

“Yes, keep looking at me as I collar-fuck you until it breaks,” he demanded. She peered up at her Master through her cock-hungry haze. Her look only spurred him, working his cock against the tightness of her collar over and over.

Her nose was full of the heady scent of his upper cock lying heavily on her face and horn. The notched ridges raked at her horn as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, easing out a few tingly sparks of magic.

She let out a muffled ‘ulp’ as he gripped her throat with his other claw and rubbed his thumb into the bulge in her throat. The throat bulge glowed with the emerald gleam of the dragonfire within, pulsing sensuously to his grip. She gurgled and moaned around his cock as he rubbed himself through her throat, using it like the cock sleeve it was. “Ooh yes. This is the only way to masturbate,” he groaned pleasurably.

His words emphasized what she was — His fucktoy, and she loved it. Her body writhed against the cuffs locking her forehooves behind her, accentuating her helplessness as his slave as he sensually throatfucked her. Her own pussy winked and clenched in a desperate attempt to grip and milk the cock it was sorely missing. Her arousal continued to drip in the pool gathering between her thighs.

“Oooh, yes, I’m close,” her Master growled. “You’re doing so well, I think you deserve a reward. You get to have the knot today.”

Starkite’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of being stuffed so fully. She couldn’t stop herself from nodding eagerly despite the cock splitting her throat.

“Heheh, that’s a good, eager little knot sock,” he grunted as he pushed the heavy, throbbing mass of his lower knot into her lips and ring gag.

Starkite felt the pulsing hot body finally push past the second ring gag and swell to stretch her muzzle. The dragon above her roared as the tight warmth squeezing the knot triggered his basest instincts to breed. His hips bucked with wild urgency, facefucking her mouth and throat with his knot. His claws gripped her mane, mashing her lips against his ballsacks.

She felt every bit of her from her mouth to her throat stretched around his immense malehood as it suddenly swelled up. She felt it like an earthquake shaking her from the inside out. The first surge of hot, sticky dragon cum exploded like a hose in her belly. The next one flooded her, rocking her from head to tail. His hot, swollen balls heaved against her chin as the cum within churned.

The upper cock erupted in her mane, spurting his spunk all over her face and back. She felt his warmth shower her, covering her in his scent. Her quivering body was bathed in cum. Spunk dribbled down every bit of her fur before collecting in a pool on the stone floor.

He roared as he continued to buck into her, intent on filling her for all he was worth. And she was more than happy to be his receptacle, his cum dump.

He wasn’t done, however, holding her cum-covered head still as he poured more of his virility into her mouth, coating her tongue in the taste of her Master. She swallowed eagerly, gulping it all down lest it drowned her in cum. Some of it overflowed and dribbled out of her gag and down her chest onto the floor. The feel of wasted cum only drove her to milk and suckle every last drop out of his cock.

He finally relented with a contented grunt. His cock left a glistening trail of cum as it finally pulled out of her mouth with a wet plop. Starkite drooled, body swaying, eyes glazed over. Her mind

was floating off into an addled, euphoric haze, a subspace of perfect peace and happiness.

The way the state of mind expressed itself and how it could be achieved was different from hoard member to hoard member. Some called it ‘being broken’, some called it ‘happy pet times’, some simply called it ‘belonging’. Her Master knew how to recognize it in each and every one of them, how to prolong the state as long as possible and, most importantly, keep them safe throughout.

She felt him grip her around her neck and push her down, pressing her flat into the pool of cum on the floor. She lay there obediently, her tongue instinctively lapping at the cum on the floor, her mane, tail, and fur soaking her Master’s warm essence like a good little cum wipe.

She trembled as she felt his feet come to rest on her neck, his claws barely digging into her fur as he kept her in her place in the pool of cum at his feet. She moaned in bliss as she reveled in that strange, unexplainable yet beautiful sense of completeness. Looking at her now, she was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, her Master’s slave.

She laid there in her perfect, happy place for what might have been a few minutes, maybe hours. For her, it felt like an eternity of euphoria. It was her Master’s words that very carefully brought her back down. “Come back to me, Starkite,” he whispered.

She peered blearily out of the haze, realizing her Master had removed her gag and hoof restraints. He had her in a gentle cuddle on the floor. His warm cuddles were always the best place to come down from subspace and he knew it.

Not too far away were Frisky and Laud, still sleeping peacefully on their pillow pile, close enough for him to keep an eye on them, not too close so as to wake them up.

“Clockface.” Once she was a little more awake, Shadowblaze uttered the safeword signalling for a brief pause. It served to bring her down completely from her stupor. “Are you okay?” he asked, brushing a bit of cum off her face.

“Heehee, I’m a little more than okay. I’m very okay.” Starkite giggled, just a touch drunkenly. “Are you okay?” she suddenly asked, feeling concern for her lover.

“I’m okay as long as you’re okay.” He smiled. He winced at the flat look of disbelief from Starkite. “Uh, well, I was just worried I was being too rough. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love this stuff, especially when you girls are enjoying yourselves. But…” He faltered, seemingly searching for words that weren’t there.

“Don’t worry,” Starkite said, soothingly. “You were perfect. More than perfect. More of the same for me next time, pretty please.” She winked.

“Heh, I’m glad.” Shadowblaze smiled softly. “Hay, Starkite? Are you happy?”

“Pfft, what kind of a question is that?” Starkite giggled, curling her hooves around his neck. “You make me happier than anything in the world. Me and your whole hoard. And for that, we love you. I love you.” She reached up and pressed her lips into his, kissing him deeply. She emphasized the act by summoning up the full force of the dragonfire burning within her, its ferocity proof of her love and devotion to him.

It was undeniable evidence that dispelled all traces of doubt in Shadowblaze’s face. Tears welled up in his eyes as he kissed her back. His own dragonfire welled up and and melded with hers, casting an emerald glow that lit up the room with its brilliance. The glow remained, flickering softly as they parted, leaving little tendrils of dragonfire in the air between them.

“Hay, Shadow,” Starkite whispered.

“Yeah, Star?” Shadow whispered back.

“I want to mate with you, make love to you,” Starkite breathed.

“I want to make love to you too,” he whispered back, leaning in to pull her into another kiss.

Wordlessly, Starkite wrapped herself around him, sandwiching his two cocks between him and her soft pony belly. Her horn flared, levitating a bottle of lube over. She poured its contents down her chest and onto her belly, using her fur to lather his cocks. He groaned pleasurably as she rolled her hips, rubbing her body against his members lovingly.

He ran his claws over her flanks and curves, squeezing her tenderly. One claw coated in lube found her puckered star. It gently prodded her entrance, softening her tight muscles and teasing them open. She moaned softly as his claw entered her tailhole with a wet plop, fingering her and easing the tight rings of her butt.

“I love you so much,” she said, gazing deep into his emerald green eyes as she rose up and positioned herself over his two malehoods.

“I love you too, Star,” Shadow said, helping spread her pussy lips around his cock.

She moaned for him as she eased herself down, letting the first cock head stretch her marehood. She panted softly, taking a moment to get used to his girth.

“I-I’m ready,” she finally said. Shadow nodded as he pushed his other dragonhood up against her tailhole. He groaned pleasurably as her tight, hot tailhole began to stretch around his sensitive tip, engulfing it.

Starkite panted at the fullness in both her holes. She grunted as she pushed herself down, eager to take more of him into her. She moaned as her holes stretched around him, taking in every ridge and barb inch by inch. He held her tight, helping her ease more of him in.

Her marehood and tailhole finally brushed against the throbbing bulb of his twin knots. Slowly, they began to move. Their motions were tender, sensual, loving. They rocked together, each slow stroke loosening her foalhole and anus just a little more, easing a tiny bit more of his knots into her.

They took their time, kissing, nuzzling and cuddlefucking for what might have been minutes or hours. She let out a long, pleasured moan as he finally eased both knots into her holes. He grunted as he gently fucked her with his knots, and she sighed with pleasure as she kissed him in response.

It came slowly, rising to a perfectly orchestrated crescendo. They felt each other’s love well up together as one. He rolled his hips into her, and she rocked her flanks against his body as they worked each other through their shared bliss. They came together in another dragonfire kiss, their fires, their bodies, their love becoming one.

Starlight let out a soft sob. The walls of the scribery faded back into view as she slowly came down from her latest climax. She found herself peering up at Spike, her eyes streaming with tears.

“St-Starlight? Are you okay? Uh, Towertop,” Spike gasped the full stop safeword as he worked at unbuckling the scriber’s straps. The ancient bondage rack hadn’t come equipped with the more modern Society enchantments that would have responded to the safeword by unlocking themselves. “What’s wrong?” he asked, worriedly, as he helped her sit up on the bench.

“It’s alright. I’m alright. It’s just, I dunno.” Starlight vaguely waved a hoof. “I don’t know how to explain it. I felt Starkite’s happiness. She was so loved, so happy, I couldn’t help but feel happy for her too. But at the same time I felt so...so lonely all of a sudden.” She trembled as she looked down at her own hooves. “It’s silly, huh?”

“No, it isn’t.” Spike knelt down next to the bench to look up at her face and cup her cheek in one claw. “Because, well, because that was me loving you, Starlight. I love you.”

“Y-You do?” Starlight whispered, softly. “I-I mean, I know, you did say so. I know. It’s silly. I know. It’s silly. I… But….” She was silenced by his lips meeting her own. She never would have imagined having a dragon breathe his fire into her would feel familiar, but there it was, a comforting reassurance, a love she could taste, smell, feel.

She felt the dragonfire inside her resonate in sympathy. She smiled tearfully, letting her own fire well up, trusting it to convey the strength of her own feelings. Their fires mingled and melded, burning together with a ferocity so intense that it lit up the scribery with its glow. Just like the story, and just as real.

“Starkite Shielder? Really?” Trixie lowered her book just enough to leer at Starlight over the counter.

“Oh, c’mon, Trixie, it’s a really badass name for a dragonsmare,” Starlight groaned. She turned to the other mare sitting at the bar for help. “C’mon, Maudie, tell her it’s a really badass name.”

“I like Laud.” Maud peered over the top of her own copy. “She’s almost as impressive as me,” she said, deadpan as strong as ever. “Oh, and Boulder thinks he has a crush on Poker. He says he’d like to try out the Afterlight scribery simulator himself once the queues have thinned out.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Starlight looked over her withers at the massive queue of ponies waiting to have a turn at the scribery. The entire back wall of the bar was under renovation to make room for even more scriberies and simulators for writers and readers alike.

“How is this the Clocktower’s number one bestseller? These characters are so cringy. Take this Frisky Fortune character for example. Trixie thinks she is simply full of herself!” Trixie muttered.

Maud fixed Trixie with a long, hard stare.

“And who is this Shadowblaze dragon meant to be? Now Trixie does not mind him at all. Sure, it takes a lot to satisfy the great and powerful Trixie, but this dragon is a start,” Trixie said, looking up from a book that blatantly had Spike’s name on the front.

Maud fixed Trixie with an even longer hard stare. “I’m in,” she decided with her usual monotone enthusiasm.

“You’re in for what?” Trixie frowned.

“I’m very in,” Maud repeated, eyeing Starlight.

“Maudie, what are you talking about? Trixie is confused!” Trixie demanded.

“Well, Spike and I are going to the hunter’s lodge for some tea.” Starlight paused just long enough to make what came next an idle afterthought, but not long enough to allow Trixie and Maud to wish them a fun time together. “Say, would you two like to come along?” she asked, innocently.

“Why are you going for tea at the—” Trixie began before she was interrupted by a loud thump under the counter. “Maud, that was Trixie’s hoof. Now, as Trixie was saying, why—” There was another loud thump. “Maud! Why do you keep stomping on Trixie’s—”

“Trixie and I are coming with you and Spike to the hunter’s lodge for some tea,” Maud declared, standing up abruptly and not giving Trixie a moment to ask any more questions.

“Huh? Hay, wait! Trixie didn’t say she wanted to—Wait for Trixie!” Trixie almost fell over herself running after them.

Starlight Glimmer grinned. Starkite Shielder rubbed her hooves together with a smirk. Looks like a sequel was coming after all.

To those of you new to the Clocktower Society, welcome! To returning members of our lovely community, welcome home!

I would like to start by crediting the lovely Sepia (AKA slave SP-0872) for her incredible work on the language you saw showcased in this chapter, Dovactea, the language of the Kindlers, a minority sect within the Society who worship the Fire of Devotion (more widely known as the Fire of Friendship to the rest of Equestria). Yes, she created an entire language from scratch. She's that amazing.

I would also like to give thanks for our incredible community. Here at the Society, we have made it a tradition to celebrate the most important treasure we share - our beloved community. It is this sense of togetherness that we strive to honour when we bring our community's many talents, from writing, editing, knowledge of kink and BDSM, drawing and painting to lore brainstorming, together to create these shared works for all of us to enjoy together. So thank you for joining us, I hope you've enjoyed what we have to offer so far, and I hope you will stay with us as we tour the rest of the Society's many talents.

Not too long after, in a dragon lair not too far away….

“Hay, Pop Rock.”

“What is it, Ely?”

“Clocktower Society’s latest best seller is literally about us.”

“Huh, fancy that.”

The Gold Band Collar

Author's Note

The Gold Band Collar written by Sepia, edited by Silent Whisper, Pretty Penne and Dioxin

Contains: BDSM Themes

The Gold Band Collar

Soft Cell lets out a tired moan and drops her work bag and saddlebags beside the bench in the sub locker rooms. She hadn’t even gone home to drop off her stuff. Nope! Straight to the Society. And by Celestia is she exhausted.

Soft leans her shoulder against her locker’s neighbor, digging around her saddlebags for her badge. She raises it up to her locker, which opens for her with a click, and she pulls it open the rest of the way, stuffing all her bags down at the very bottom. She doesn’t need any of that right now.

No, she needs her Master.

Pushing herself off the other locker, she looks inside at the sparse contents. Collars and a few cuffs. Her collars and cuffs.

Another day she might go for a rough groupfuck, or maybe get some hard painplay, but today? Today, oh, she needs some rest.

Soft Cell takes out a soft, silken black collar with a simple golden band and holds it out in both hooves in front of her, sitting down on the bench. It reminds her of her Master stroking his hooves down her sides, of holding her close to his chest as he whispers words, words like, “I love you,” and, “you’re adorable.”

Words like, “Good girl.”

She hugs it tight to her chest and nuzzles down at the little heart-shaped lock with her nose, before squeezing it. But then her cheeks flush. There’re the times when he’ll tell her to lower down and nuzzle at his sheathe, when he’ll ask her to wag her tail like a dog and ruff for him while she licks at his member, even the times when he’ll tie her up tight just so he can hold her all the closer.

She giggles and holds her collar out again, her heart warm and fuzzy. She takes in a deep, slow breath, then runs her hooves up her forelegs, then down her chest and to her thighs, exhaling slowly as they brush through the strands.

He’ll probably offer to brush it for her, too. And her mane and tail. That makes her squee. Maybe she’ll even ask, or beg like a pup, hoofing at his hind leg while he laughs and pats her mane. Yes… yes that sounds perfect.

Soft Cell raises her collar up, tilting her head up to bare it. She sees his hoof in her mind, running all the way back from her forehead to her neck, and she lets out a soft moan just as the lip of the collar brushes her jaw. It’s just like how her Master scritches at her chin and raises her muzzle into a soft little kiss. She shudders and smiles, kissing the air, then giggles to herself again, wiggling on her haunches.

And then, as the collar clicks closed, she breathes out through her nose. She follows it up with a relaxed sigh, and she’s filled with a warmth, right in her core.

“Mmhn… yes, Master,” she says, and trots out towards his room.

The Purple Band Collar

Author's Note

The Purple Band Collar written by Sepia, edited by Silent Whisper, Pretty Penne and Dioxin

Contains: BDSM Themes, Heavy Bondage Fantasizing, Painplay Fantasizing.

The Purple Band Collar

Soft Cell returns to the sub locker room with a dopey grin on her face, swaying back and forth to a sweet little tune in her head. Her hooves carry her left, then right, then around in a little spin, then a few more twists and turns towards her locker. Her haunches plop onto the bench and she raises her hoof once again to her collar, to stroke at the little heart-shaped clasp. That was just what she needed.

But there’s a little tension in her chest, butterflies in her stomach. She bites down gently on her lip, suppressing her grin just a little as she opens her locker again. Soft Cell sucks in a short, shallow breath as she replaces her gold band collar in her locker, and looks at her other collar.

Her purple band collar.

As she stares at the red collar with its purple band, her heart starts to race, her hoof rises to press against her chest as if to catch it, and her other hoof reaches out.

Just as she touches its leatherlike length, a flash of memory hits her, of a whip strike up her back, leaving her crying out in pain, a ball gag shoved roughly and mercilessly past her teeth, cold, unfeeling irons clasped around each of her hooves.

She straightens, her head rising at just the thought. Yes, be obedient, good posture is important for a slave like her. “Yes, sir,” slips past her parted lips.

She freezes, looking back and forth, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She said that aloud, didn’t she. The corner of her mouth curves up, but she quickly bites it down again, letting out a soft moan through her nose, muffling it, muffled just like her and her fellow slaves, tied together just so it’d be easier to stuff them into a cramped cage and fucked from both ends, all of them at once.

Her purple band collar, held by her hoof, comes forth, her eyes widening in feigned fear, her lips parting wider. Oh Luna she’s still holding her breath! She wraps it around her neck, imagining the way her cruel captors tug a sack over her muzzle and head and tie it tight enough that she can only breathe in shallow pants. Her thighs squeeze together, as if catching the kind of vibrator they would stuff up her foalhole just to make her wet before dragging her by her mane, hoof tangled up in her hair to tug it all too hard--perfectly so--all to be hauled onto a hardwood stage, bared and exposed to the cool air and the crowds, to be sold like property at the next slave auction.

A laugh echoes. She gasps and sits upright, looking this way and that. It reminded her of the laughter of the doms, who whipped and struck and slapped their subs into orderly submission, oft followed by a harsh cry echoing down the stony walls. But this time, it was just another mare in the locker rooms.

The butterflies are almost overwhelming.

She shifts her hooves behind her back, squirming them together while held by imaginary ropes, lips open and wrapped around an imaginary ring, the perfect size for a warm, needy cock. She’s no one, another slave, another fucktoy, another object. Yes… yes it needs to be now!

Just as her heart feels like it’s about to burst, she pulls her hooves away, lifts them, and clasps the collar around her neck, sealing it shut by its heart shaped lock. A thrill shoots up her spine, and she finally lets out that breath, before standing shakily, walking with a new tension towards her next scene.

The Orange Band Collar

Author's Note

The Orange Band Collar written by Sepia, edited by Silent Whisper, Pretty Penne and Dioxin

Contains: BDSM themes, allusion to Noncon play, Heavy Bondage Fantasizing.

The Orange Band Collar

Soft Cell slips back, panting with all the weight of a used and broken slave…

And bouncing on her hooves with all the energy of an excited foal.

She feels glorious.

The red-hot strikes on her flanks, the firm slaps on her cheeks for not moaning just the right volume, the bruise on her foreleg from when she was stuffed into her next cage with another mare, and the cuff marks where they were clasped just too tight--the perfect amount of just too tight! “Mnnhf,” she moans just thinking about it all.

The soreness is a nice soreness, and she rubs her hooves over the marks and bruise, wiggling into place on the bench by her locker.

She gasps sharply and sits up again, wincing. Maybe she isn’t quite ready to sit down. She giggles to herself and rubs at her rear. Then, with a sigh, she unclasps her purple band collar and sets it back in her locker. She sinks as the tension leaves her core, flowing out with a tingle in her hooves--she’d been sitting straight with the posture of a good slave all this time! And she still isn’t tired!

But there’s a new tension in her gut. A creeping tingle up her spine.

Soft Cell turns her head towards her third collar, her eyes darting this way and that down the locker room floor.

Her orange-band collar. It’s less like a collar, and more like a choker, a white strap with an orange band around its center. Her hooves raise up and take it off its place in her locker, and she carefully pulls it closer, shaking while she bites her lip, and starts to gently pant.

The stretchy vinyl feels like the hoof bands she wore while tied to to chair in the home of that wonderful, horrible mare. A ‘collector’, she called herself.

She grips her collar tighter, her other hoof slipping up to rub at her cheek, then her chin, and squeezes it just like the mare would, before forcing her into a kiss. “Please no...” she whispers with a smile she can’t keep down. Soft Cell’s hoof slips back into her mane, and she grips it hard, tugging it back, letting out a quiet yelp into the locker room.

She bites down hard on her lip to cut it off, squirming in embarrassment and darting her eyes left and right. No one heard that, right?

She draws the collar closer, but not towards her neck. The way the collector would stroke through her mane with the threat of a slap, or push her head down a mere inch down while Soft Cell protested and cried to be let free, before whispering cruelly into her ear.“Good girls don’t speak.”

Soft Cell whimpers as she presses her collar to her lips like a gag, before going silent, heart pounding with nervous glee. She climbs onto the bench and curls up tight, panting heavily--curled up just like when the collector dragged her by her tail, kicking and struggling and screaming through her gag, eyes wide with faux terror, and stuffed her down into the Suitcase. She left her on the streets of the Society, only realizing too late when the first stallion thrust deep inside that there was a hole for her needy, wet cunt.

And when the collector finally let her free, she promised only worse if she ever dared disobey her again. Just the thought makes her drip onto the bench, and she snaps up with a sharp eep, wiping her juices off with her hoof. Oh Mi Amore, she needs this. She needs this now.

Soft Cell tugs her collar on with shaking hooves and clicks it shut, eyes snapping wide again, arousal and tension written all over her darting eyes and parted, panting lips.

She stands up quickly, lowers herself, stumbling with every step she takes towards her wonderfully cruel night.

Lightning's New Attire

Author's Note

Lightning’s New Attire
Written by Brony-Wan-Kenobi, edited by Javarod and Shrinky Frod

Contains: restricted vision, fetish attire, public sex, blow job, anal sex

Lightning's New Attire

It was another night within the Clocktower Society as Star Hunter, Moondancer, and Lightning Dust made their way through its underground shopping district. It was like walking through a big shopping arcade with small shops built into the walls, large glass windows allowing the viewer to easily see what they had to offer. Some shops even had large posters in theirs boasting that one of the Princess’s recommended their establishment. There was also more than one shop offering free demos to try out. Society Maids moved up and down the hallway, cleaning up litter and wiping up fluids along the way. Here one could find just about anything their hearts desired to help them with any fetish.

One shop that Hunter and his herd passed by specialized in forniphilia, or living furniture. This, of course, was more of a rental shop where the subs had to be returned by the end of the day. Looking inside, Hunter saw that all of the mare’s for sale there, had their heads covered in black latex hoods save for opening’s for their mouths and noses. Some were bound in metallic frames that held them in erotic poses turning them into living art. Others were being used as more conventional furniture. Off to one side, the thestral stallion spotted two mares in the same metal frames holding a mirror in their hooves while vibrators buzzed within them. Close to them was a mare in a similar frame, lying on her back with her flank up in the air and an anal plug clearly visible. What made this stand out was that at the end of the plug was a tall white candle. Elsewhere, he could see mares being used as pillows or cushions, licking their Dom’s tail hole or pussy when sat upon.

Next to it was a shop selling various sex toys to take home with you. Their inventory lined the walls, each with a diagram of how they were to be used properly. In the middle of the room were two female changelings, bound with rope while they showed off some of the products for the masked griffon behind the counter. Following that was a store that specialized in embroidered crops and paddles. After that was a store that sold customized pet beds. Then, after that, was a pretzel stand.

With both of his Subs properly collared and leashed with the Cerberus model, Hunter led them past shop after shop on a mission to find something new. When their Dom felt one of them tugging on their chain, as was the case with Moondancer at this moment, it meant that one of them had found someplace they wished to enter. So, turning to look at his nerdy sub, Hunter saw her pointing a hoof at a store he never thought she would have picked. It was a place called ‘The Pretty Pony’, operated by a Diamond Dog Dom wearing a suit along with his mask. Inside, Hunter could see rack upon rack of various costumes and outfits in a rainbow array of colors. While there were no Subs showcasing the outfits, a true pity, Hunter was able to make out that one of the outfits looked identical to that of a maid’s uniform.

“Well, alright then,” said Hunter as he adjusted his course. While Moondancer didn’t say anything, she did make an adorable squee as she trotted behind him with an extra bounce in her steps. Lightning, on the other hoof, looked a bit more embarrassed to be entering a place like this.

Once inside, Hunter detached their leashes so that they could wander around the store. It was not difficult to see that each of the many racks had a metallic image of a certain type of sub on top of it. For example, one rack had the image of a creature that was clearly a unicorn while right next to it was a griffon. This was probably done to help the customer find what he was looking for depending on the type of Sub. The stallion also noted that there were a few racks that had simple masks on top of them, meaning those were outfits for Doms.

As Moondancer and Lightning walked around, Hunter made his way towards the earth pony stand just to get a look at some of the things they had to offer. Right in front was a naughty schoolfilly uniform: a white blouse that had the emblem of the Society on it with the words ‘Clocktower Academy’ written below it as well as a red plaid skirt that looked like it wouldn’t even cover a cutie mark fully. Licking his lips, Hunter could clearly see both Moondancer and Lightning Dust wearing these within their bedroom. He imagined them playing the part of two schoolfillies, coming to the home of their professor for a tutoring session. But, instead of helping their grades in history or math, he’d be giving them a special hooves on course in sex ed. Maybe something to think about for later.

Shaking his head, Hunter continued to look through the outfits. The one that followed was a nurse uniform that was cut in a similar fashion as the schoolfilly uniform. There were a few maid’s uniforms in different styles. One, for example, was a basic Clocktower uniform while the one after that was black stockings with white frills at the top, a white bonnet, and an apron. The next one was a bunny outfit: A tight, almost see-through, black material that was meant to hug tightly against the mare’s frame that came with a pair of bunny ears and an anal plug topped with a bunny tail. Looking to the next one showed a orange and black stripped version of the same outfit but with cat ears and tail.

“Master,” came Moondancer’s voice from behind him. He turned to see his nerdy Sub holding a shiny black outfit in her magic. Slowly she spread it so he could it a better look at it.

Eyes widening, he turned to look at her, “Are…Are you sure you want to wear something like this?” he asked.

“Well, it’s why I picked it out to show you Master,” she replied, lowering down the outfit and fixing her glasses with her hoof. As Hunter looked at her sternly, she seemed to falter slightly. Moondancer averted her gaze as she scratched the back of her neck above her collar. “I mean, I sort of…want to give it a try. To show how much I trust you, you know. Might be fun, you know?”

Hunter didn’t reply at first, simply closing the gap between them before bringing his lips to hers. With his eyes closed, he could not see her face. But he could hear a gasp of surprise followed by a mew of pleasure as she returned his first kiss. Quickly the kiss began to escalate, becoming more and more intense while Hunter’s wings grew stiff. If he wanted, and he was about 86% sure he could in this area, he would be taking her right now. Instead he pulled out of the kiss and away from his panting partner. Only a thread of saliva still connected them as she let out a disappointed noise, her eyes fluttering as she did so.

“I already know how much you trust me,” said Hunter as he placed a hoof on her collar. As his hoof moved down to touch the tag shaped like his cutie mark, his eyes glanced up in time to see Moondancer blushing madly. A truly adorable sight if ever there was one.

“Then,” began Moondancer, pausing to take a deep breath, “please allow me to continue to show my devotion to you.” She then gulped a little, “T-To be honest, I w-would really like it i-if you paraded me around in this. At least once Master.”

Hunter looked at her for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Alright,” he said, “we’ll try it out to see how we both like it. But, I want you to tell me honestly if you had any problems. And, if it gets too much for you, to ring your bell.”

“Of course Master!” cried Moondancer. “I’ll put it on right now!”

As Moondancer raced towards the changing room, Star Hunter scanned the room for his other slave. It didn’t take very long locating her in front of the pegasus rack. The mare was idly flipping past costume after costume with her wings, never spending more than a few moments on a single one. The only time she looked up was when she noticed him approaching her.

“Found anything yet?” he asked.

“Not really sir,” Lightning said as she used her wings to pick up two very familiar costumes. “I mean, I already have a maid uniform but that’s only because I work part time here as a maid. As for a new Wonderbolt costume I don’t think my Den Mother would approve. We’re still trying to work out my anger issues with that part of my past.”

Hunter scratched the back of his head at that. “Well, at least you’re not stomping on it right now or trying to rip it apart with your teeth. That’s progress, right?”

“I guess,” admitted Lightning as she put both outfits away. “Right now, it doesn’t look like there is anything here just helps show how freaking amazing I am as well as how totally amazing you are for being my Dom. I mean, look at my awesome body. All this stuff does is cover it up. I don’t mind renting it every once in a while for some hardcore role play, but owning it is a different story.”

“Hmmm,” said Hunter as he began to look through the outfits before him. For a while he remained silent, looking over everything until he suddenly stopped. With a gleam in his eye he turned to look at Lightning, “What if there was something here that would help draw attention to your body?”

“Well then I wouldn’t mind trying it out,” replied Lightning,. “but I don’t think that this place has…” Her words trailed off as Hunter pulled out an outfit and let it hang from his left wing. The mare before him took a step back as her eyes widened.

“You said you wouldn’t mind trying this on,” he said as he extended the outfit closer to her.

A short time later, Hunter walked out of ‘The Pretty Pony’ while tugging on the leashes of his two Subs. As they stepped out into the busy halls he noticed many of the stallions and mares pausing to stare at the two behind him. Both were wearing the outfits he had just bought them. And it was worth it.

Moondancer’s attire could best be described as a full body suit. Made of a black, latex like material it covered her from horn to hoof while showing off every curve she had. Barely anything could be seen of the mare under it. The only holes in the front were for her mouth and nose. Her mouth hole was kept open by a built in O-ring, allowing Hunter easy access if he so desired. In back, holes were put in place for both her anus and pussy. Below her were holes so that her leash could still be attached to her teats. But beyond that, nothing else could be seen. Her collar and hoofcuffs were worn on top of the outfit while her safety bell was also worn atop her covered tail which was curved around so as to not block anyone’s view of her rear holes. With even her eyes covered, her glasses were being kept by her Dom, so her only means of walking around safely was to fully trust Hunter with her leash.

The purchase made for Lightning covered far less. First off she wore a saddle as well as a harness with a bit and finally blinders. These items were made out of faux leather made by the Diamond Dog within the store who had also been willing to help dress the mare wearing them. On both sides of the blinders, Hunter’s cutie mark had been embossed into it for no additional cost. To go along with her outfit, Lightning’s tail had been braided with ribbons that matched her coat and raised it so that everyone around could see her winking pussy lips. The leash was attached to her reins so that she could be lead around like a show pony.

The three paused at the store,s entrance/exit for a moment or two before walking down the hallway. As they walked, Hunter could see the reactions both of his Subs were getting. Many were looking at Moondancer’s concealed body, licking their lips as they wondered who it was. They looked at her as if she were a present that they desperately wanted to open, just to see who the mare was. Turning his head, Hunter saw Moondancer looking around as she heard the crowd’s desire for her. A desire that would never be fulfilled of course for they could all see her collar.

Lightning Dust was a different story. Her outfit had the results that Lightning wanted. Those Doms and Subs that knew her could see everything her body had to offer. Those ponies spoke out loudly, surprised that there was a stallion out there that could tame such a mare to this degree. Almost as soon as they walked out, Lightning had been trying to look around to see who was saying what. However with the way her reins and leash were set up she could only look forwards.

Hunter led his herd all the way to the end of the shopping district. There he found a sunken seating area surrounded by plant life to almost obscure what was going on. Like any other shopping district, this was a place to rest. Here however, resting meant something entirely different, something more than sitting and chatting with your companions or fellow shoppers. Instead, Hunter saw several of his fellow Doms being serviced or using their Subs for release. Some seemed to be using the products they had just bought while others simply wanted to rut in a public place. There were even a few Doms watching the scenes unfolding, stroking their meat sticks as they did so.

Thankfully there were still plenty of open seats. After picking one of them, Hunter lead both of his Subs to it. Once there, he had Moondancer sit next to his intended seat with her legs spread wide and her forelegs behind her head so that all could see her naughty bits. While getting her like this, Hunter could see just how wet she had gotten from such a short walk. Grinning he turned his attention to Lightning Dust, pulling her towards his crotch as he sat down leaving her flank in the air.

“Don’t move,” ordered Hunter when he noticed Lightning lowering her behind. Once he saw that her plot was still up, presenting itself for all who were there, Hunter lowered his gaze towards her face. She was looking up at him, her lips barely touching his shaft as her eye begged for permission.

For a while, Hunter said nothing. He simply held onto her reins so that she would remain close to his pleasure rob. Constantly smelling his stallion scent every time she breathed, knowing that all she had to do was stick out her tongue in order to get a taste. The only thing that held her back was the lack of permission. She continued to beg with her eyes as she made whimpering noises like that of an animal. Yet Hunter didn’t say a word, waiting for her to say it. To plead for it in front of all these other Doms.

While waiting, Hunter noticed a few Doms moving towards them. A couple walked over towards Moondancer, inspecting outfit more closely. One of them reached out to touch her, but was stopped by another Dom who pointed a hoof at Moondancer’s collar to show it lackedstuds, meaning she was off limits. The other Doms were behind Lightning, their muzzles close to her firm flank. With her blinders on, her restricted vision made it impossible to see them. However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t hear the hoofsteps all around her or feel their breath as they got close to her fur.

Finally, Lightning could take it no longer. “Master,” she said in her most pleading voice, “may I please use my tongue to pleasure you?” As she spoke, Hunter could see the heat rising in her cheeks while doing her best to keep her eyes locked onto his.

Hunter allowed a fanged smile to appear on his face. “Very well,” he said while slightly loosening the reins. “Do a good job and you shall receive your Master’s reward.” To this, Lightning let out an adorable purr that would shock most who knew her. To think that such a rough and tough mare would make such a sound. But she had while moving in so that her nose was up against his cock flesh and breathing in his scent heavily. She did this again and again, moving lower down his shaft each time she savored the scent.

“Look at her go!” cried one of the Doms behind Lightning. Hunter’s gaze flicker over to them, finding that their eyes were fixated on Lightning’s snatch. “Oh man, she’s like a waterfall. Just how needy is this slut?”

As Hunter felt a soft lick to his sack, his attention returned to his second mare. Her eyes were not on the task before her, but instead on his face. Even while her nose was buried between his cock and ball sack with her tongue snaking its way across the latter’s flesh her eyes remained on his expression. Looking for any trace upon his face of satisfaction in her work. That confirmation that her devotion to him was being received. It was only when she cupped one of his balls with her tongue that Hunter involuntarily closed his eyes and grunted, opening them up again to see the delight in the eyes of the one servicing him.

Seeing the fruits of her labor drove Lightning forwards. Still doing what she could to keep her nose against his member, Lightning’s tongue found itself underneath the mast. Despite her normal need for speed, the pegasus moved slowly as if to imprint every vein into her mind. Bit by bit she moved her head back as she moaned lewdly just for him. At times her tongue would leave him briefly only to return a moment later like a butterfly kiss. When she reached the top, she paused for a moment to kiss its head with closed eyes. When the moment passed, her eyes opened so that she could gave at her Master once again before licking the tip.

“So wonderful Master,” she whispered in reverence as she licked it again. “Thank you for allowing me to taste you.” She paused to lick it again. “This slave hopes her efforts are enough, that she is worthy enough, to earn your favor.”

Over and over again, Lightning praised his cock between every lick. As she did, Hunter could not help but let out several grunts of satisfaction that seemed to spur her onwards. While keeping his eyes on her, Hunter reached to his side where Moondancer still sat. His hoof caressed the material covering her fur, almost making him frown at being denied the chance to touch her soft fur. Slowly he traveled downwards until he found something warm and wet. Knowing what it was Hunter began to rub those lower lips of hers, spreading her love juices to coat his hoof in them. It was only when his hoof had been drenched that he pulled away causing his first slave to whine in protest while he licked her juices off of his hoof.

“Hey buddy,” said one of the other Doms. Stopping in mid lick Hunter saw that one of them, a bright red unicorn, was looking at him with a grin. “Mind if I have a little fun back here?” Hunter didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at his Sub to see her reaction. Her gaze, while still upon him, was dreamy as she continued to lick him. If she had any problems with this she didn’t show it.

“Go ahead,” replied Hunter as he moved his hoof back to Moondancer’s juicy spot. “But if you want to fuck her, you can only use her ass.”

The unicorn grinned, “Not a problem.” With that, he levitated a bottle of lube from somewhere and began to spread it on his cock.

Returning his attention to Lightning, he saw that her mouth was open right in front of his dick. She held it there, waiting for him to see it before taking it into her. As soon as his member was inside her hot mouth Hunter saw Lightning’s face transform into pure bliss. Her eyes seemed to almost roll into the back of her head as her blush grew a shade or two darker. She moaned loudly, sending the vibrations all along the meat she had consumed causing Hunter to flinch in pleasure. She began moaning again and again, louder each time as she kept his cock right where it was in her mouth. With each moan, while making that face, gave Hunter untold pleasures.

“Shit!” cried the unicorn, “I haven’t even stuck it in her yet and she squirting all over the place. Damn!” More words were being said, but Hunter tuned them out. He just kept his gaze at the pegasus who had her lips around his dick looking like she was experiencing nirvana. Slowly, she opened her mouth and pulled back a bit before looking up at him.

“Please forgive me Master,” she pleaded. “This lowly slave gave into her own pleasure. She knows this is not a good excuse, but she could not help it! Your divine taste and scent were too much for a mere mare like me. I…I know it is not much, but please allow this lowly creature to use her throat in your service. So that this slave may make amends for her wrongdoings.”

Hunter let out a hum as he pretended to think about it for a moment. Calmly he pulled his hoof away from Moondancer’s nether region and gave it a lick before speaking. “You are lucky I am in a good mood. The juices your slave sister produces are enough for me to allow such a mistake this one time. But, do not expect the same leniency again.”

“Tha-rnk!” Lightning closed her eyes as she felt the unicorn’s spear pierce her ponut. For a brief moment it looked like she tried to turn her head but was stopped due to Hunter still holding on to her reins with his free hoof. He watched as her ears swiveled about as the sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room. But that was all she could do before opening her eyes to look at the only pony she could. “Thank you Master!” she managed to say.

Without waiting a moment longer, Lightning took Hunter’s cock into her mouth again. Unlike before where it felt like she was savoring every second, now she was ramming her head down its length as far as she could and hitting the back of her throat as she did so. With great gusto she sucked on it hard, doing her best to get to her master’s seed. To have it flood down her throat and into her belly. With each bob of her head, she made a slight gagging noise that sounded like ‘glarb’. Finally, Hunter felt the head of his cock move into her throat accidently digging his hoof a little too deep into Moondancer’s wetness. The stallion had to close his eyes in order to keep himself under control from having the walls of her throat squeezing around the end of his dick. This was something he could still only do with Lightning. Moondancer, despite having several lessons with Lightning, had not yet been able to take his cock down her throat without choking. A pity because he could have like to see his nerdy mare take him like this at least once.

Still, even if Moondancer ever did manage to do it, she would not have the same level of control as Lightning had. Years of training had allowed her to control her throat muscles to an amazing degree, squeezing and loosening around his cock while trying to suck him down. Words almost completely failed to do justice in describing how great this felt. As he opened an eye, he could see that Lightning taking immense pride in making him feel like this.

“Hey, check it out,” came another loud voice off from somewhere. “It’s that bitchy slave. You remember her, right? The one we got from the Slave Pens only to return her right away?” As another voice gave a non-committal agreement, Hunter could see Lightning’s eyes widen when she heard that voice but did not stop in her pursuit of pleasing her master.

The next time the voice spoke up, it was much closer. “Well, would you look at that. If memory serves me correctly, that night you seemed to think a little too highly of yourself. Insulting me for not whipping you hard enough, calling the scene boring. Looks like some Dom finally found a way to tame you, doesn’t it? Dressed up like some show whore without a trace of that bitchy pride.” A hoof then came into Hunter’s field of vision, reaching out to touch Lightning’s flank. On instinct, the stallion shot one of his wings out to block him. “Hey man, what’s the big deal? You’re letting that guy plow her ass so why can’t I touch her?”

At his words, Hunter could see Lightning’s eyes light up before taking him as deep as she could go. There she held it, squeezing his cock with her throat while Hunter addressed the stallion. “It’s good manners to ask permission.”

“Grr, fine then,” grumbled the other Dom. When he spoke next, his tone was like that of a child’s when forced to ask for something. “May I please touch this slut?”

“No,” grunted Hunter as both his hooves were placed on Lightning’s blinders. He held onto her, shoving her head up and down his cock to speed up his release. “After this, we’re calling it a night.”

Before the stallion could speak, Hunter held Lightning down as his cock twitched like crazy. He could feel her throat coaxing out his seed as if begging for it to fill her belly. As his orgasm approached, Hunter could feel the unicorn pounding away at her ass more rapidly. Before Hunter knew it, the unicorn had made his final thrust and shooting his jizz deep inside his slave’s plot. Lightning moaned loudly as she felt this, sending more vibrations around his cock causing the thestral to cum as well. Lightning’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she realized she was being injected with cum at both ends with her Master’s precious gift traveling down her throat to fill her belly. Briefly, Hunter heard the Dom announce that she was squirting again as he pulled out.

Slowly, Hunter leaned over to Moondancer who was still sitting there. “When we get home, I’ll make sure you get an extra special reward for being so patient,” he whispered. Moondancer, gave a slight nod to show that she heard and understood him. Looking back down to Lightning Dust as she pulled his softening cock from her throat, he leaned down to speak with her. “So, how do you like your new look?”

A blush appeared on Lightning’s face. Before speaking, she kissed the top of his cock. “It’s everything I could have hoped for Master,” she said loudly so that all could hear her.

If you enjoyed this story, you should definitely check out the rest of Star Hunter, Moondancer and Lightning Dust's story in the Hunter Series. I would totally recommend reading Hunter's Moon and Hunter's Catch! Also, look out for yet another upcoming entry in the series, 'Hunter's Flower', featuring an adorable new addition to Hunter's herd! Make sure you don't miss it when it launches by following Brony-Wan-Kenobi or keeping an eye on our blog for the big release announcement!

Boo Boo Goes to the Market

Author's Note

Boo Boo Goes to the Market
Written by Pretty Penne, edited by Sepia

Contains: BDSM themes, Lactation, Livestock Play, Red Cheeks

Boo Boo Goes to the Market

Boo Boo, a marecow formerly known as slave SP-0872, gulps while she is led into the farmer’s market, her cow-print covered ears splayed back as she tries not to meet anypony’s eyes. She keeps her pale tail pinned between her legs, the twitchy appendage occasionally brushing up against the insides of her cow-print stockings. She can feel her laden udders bounce with each trot, gravity knocking them together as little drops of milk flick past the golden piercings that now grace her teats.

Her udders are not the only parts that bounces. She can feel her nose ring. The heavy, golden metal taps against her upper lip as she travels, a constant source of discomfort that is impossible for Boo Boo to ignore. Then there is the bell, the coup de grace of the several bits of metal spreading her mareh… no, her cowcunt wide, the dangling little bit pierced into her throbbing clit, each little jingle tugging the marecow further into heaven and hell. It’s hard to focus on anything else--where she is going, what will happen when she gets there. She has to focus on moving forward, on ignoring the jingles and the little spikes of pain and pleasure digging their way up her spine with each step…

Boo Boo yelps, her head shooting up from the floor as she realizes that they have arrived. Her handler, an orange earth pony with a luscious blonde mane, raises her brow. “Well, Boo Boo, time to make my profit off of you. Git up there, ya hear?” The mare’s tone is not unkind, but it is professional and brokers no argument. She points to a nearby platform, a raised, sturdy wooden square with plenty of space, and the sign in front reading Inspections, One Tally. Purchase, Two Lashes.

Boo Boo hesitates for just a moment. Part of her feels almost proud of that pricing. Two lashes? Was she really worth that much? But mixed with that craven pride is an equal helping of her usual nerves. Could she really get up on that stage… could she let herself be inspected by pony after pony, like a piece of tantalizing meat, sold to the highest bidder, taken to their farm to join any other marecows they have, kept in dank, dirty stalls, fed only the plainest of grasses, her swollen udders milked day after d-

SMACK

Another smack cuts off Boo Boo’s reveries and makes her decision for her. With a yelp, the marecow jumps onto the platform, almost falling onto her face before she manages to rise back to her hooves. She briefly raises her hoof to her neck, adjusting the red collar there, and looks back to see that her safety bell is still in place… and it is. Gulping, she gives the bell a single, clear ring, indicating her acceptance of her position.

“Good girl, Boo Boo. Spread ‘em now. Raise yer tail and let them see the merchandise. There’s a good girl.” The handler gives Boo Boo’s inner thighs two light taps, and the marecow wastes no time in complying with the silent command. She lifts her tail straight up, spreading all four legs out and planting them in position, her head lowered as her cheeks heat up, but still raised enough to see the ponies gawking at her as she passes by. She knows full well she is not allowed to hide from their gazes in any way.

The surrounding crowd varies. There are a mix of mares and stallions in masks, some alone, some in groups, chatting and surveying the various offerings of the marketplace. More than a few are examining Boo Boo herself, something that causes the marecow’s purple cheeks to darken. There are others tugging along some of Boo Boo’s fellow marecows, some set up just like Boo Boo, some in much harsher setups. Boo Boo does her best to ignore them, but her positioning makes it impossible. She knows that she looks just like them as she stands on her pedestal, she knows that is just how the Owners and potential buyers walking around the market see HER… and so each marecow she spots sends a shiver down her spine.

Ultimately Boo Boo watches all of them, her eyes darting back and forth as her head stays dutifully still, waiting for somepony to approach.

As such, she is taken completely by surprise when she feels a sudden flick to her bell piercing. “Hm… what do we have here?”

The marecow eeps, her hind legs starting to close together before a swift swat to her rump reminds her to keep them spread. She looks back over her shoulder, squeaking when she sees a red furred pegasus wearing white mask, with no plume, no border. Gold leaves are scattered around the edges of the mask. Across the left side is the image of an orange mare, clearly splayed in an 'Atone' position, with heavier marks near her arms to suggest bondage. Across the right, a purple mare, crop held between her teeth, clearly watches the orange mare squirm. Boo Boo knows this mask. She’s seen it before.

“One tally you say, Applejack? I think you’ve undersold your merchandise. I’d have paid two for the privilege of inspecting this fine-looking specimen.” The Pegasus smirks, staring right into Boo Boo’s eyes as she speaks, the marecow quickly averting her gaze.

Boo Boo is left to squirm and wait as the transaction occurs, her tail raising just a little higher. Soon enough, the pegasus stands in front of her again, her wing curling up to pat the marecow on the head.

“You’re a beauty. Pretty little thing, that’s for sure.” She reaches a hoof in without ceremony and urges the marecow to open her lips, peering close and examining her teeth closely, taking her time and tilting the marecow’s head back and forth to peer at different sides of her muzzle. After close to a minute of this, she turns to Boo Boo’s handler and gives a tiny nod of approval, then moves on.

The pegasus’ next point of inspection is Boo Boo’s hanging udders, her hoof curling under to give one of them an indelicate squeeze. “Hmmm… those are nice and full. The poor dear must not have been milked for a week!” The pegasus tuts, curling her head under to give that dripping teat a slow lick as a soft, depraved whimper drips from the horny marecow’s lips. “Mmm… warm and sweet. Perfect.”

The pegasus moves on from the udders and the inspection continues. She takes her time, occasionally reaching out with a hoof or wing to stroke or inspect part of the marecow’s anatomy. Boo Boo desperately wants to turn her head to watch. That would be very, very naughty, however, and Boo Boo was determined to be a good little marecow, even if the multiple teasing flicks of her clitbell were starting to drive her up the wall. She parts her lips in a soft moan, then squeals, her ears pinning back as she remembers another order and follows that pony noise up with a deep, throaty moo.

“That’s a well-trained moocow. I think you like hearing your bell, don’t you? Most cows do like that sound. It makes them feel safe.” Boo Boo feels a hoof start to stroke up the underside of her tail, moving from the base to the very tip before starting again. “They just love to hear that bell make all of those pretty noises.” Her wing curls under to give that bell a flick, and indeed draws out some pretty noises, from bell and marecow alike. “Over…” Flick. “And over…” Flick. “And over…”

A fourth flick. Boo Boo can feel her hind legs trembling from the effort to stay spread. She can smell herself now, her scent filling the air around her. Surely others can smell it as well. Sweet Celestia, from her position, the pegasus has to be able to see how puffy her cowcunt is. If the pegasus sees, however, she doesn’t let it phase her. She just keeps flicking the bell, and stroking Boo Boo’s tail, keeping no set rhythm or pattern, making the moments of contact impossible to predict. Boo Boo lets out another throaty moo, trying to stick to the noises she is allowed to make as that torturous pleasure builds. She’s close. Dangerously close. She must be dripping by now, no doubt forming a nice little puddle of milk and arousal. Just a little more…

Then, all contact stops, the pegasus taking a step back as Boo Boo despairs at the lost stimulation. “Yes, this is quite a specimen, Applejack. I think she would be a good addition to my stables. Of course… there is one minor problem.”

Boo Boo stiffens, her heart dropping into her stomach. Problem? There was a problem? She bites her lower lip, her head drifting lower. Had she done something wrong? Was she not good enough? Was she a bad marecow? All those little doubts start to flicker through her lust addled brain, sending her close to a full blown panic

Until another swat to her rear jerks her out of it as she turns her head to see the pegasus holding a heavy, crimson paddle, her lips curled up into a malicious smirk. “Her two sets of cheeks don’t match right now. The ones on her face are darker. That’s okay though, I think with a little effort we can fix that right up.”

Boo Boo gulps as the paddle rises high into the air, letting out her deepest moo yet.

A Griffon's Collar

Author's Note

A Griffon's Collar
By Snow Quill

Contains: BDSM Themes

A Griffon's Collar

Pearl exhaled softly as she put her mask away, her sigh betraying some of her inner turmoil as she glanced around at the other creatures in the locker room. The mask wearers of the Clocktower Society - colloquially known as ‘doms’ - were chatting with their friends, talking about miscellaneous weekend plans or their scenes with their subs that evening.

Her ears subconsciously turned towards those talking of the latter. She felt her wings flutter and her breath quicken at the sound of one dom’s recounting, how they made their sub grovel and beg in public just to lick their hooves, how their sub squirmed and prostrated themselves for them...

A light blush spread across Pearl’s face and she closed her locker door just a little too quickly and loudly, drawing the glances of the doms around her. She squeaked softly and rushed out, her head down to try and hide her blush.

She kept up her quick pace through the halls, only slowing when she reached the front gates. There was already a line to go out, and Pearl silently suffered as she shuffled forward with everyone else.

When she finally made it outside, she realized she’d been holding her breath. With a quiet gasp she filled her lungs, looking around nervously to see if anyone noticed as she walked to the line to go through the Canterlot portal.

There were six ponies in front of her when a hoof tapped her shoulder. She shrieked and jumped, whirling around to see a lithe unicorn mare. The mare smiled softly, “I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you. You are Pearl of the Evenglow House correct?”

Pearl hesitantly nodded, it was strange to hear her official name, especially just outside the Society’s gates. “Yes...I’m sorry, s-should I know you?”

The mare laughed a little, “I would be surprised if you did. My name is Ebony Orchid, and I am a Den Mother. I have been -“

Pearl’s mouth went dry, her mind replaying those five words, ‘I am a Den Mother.’ This was something she’d fear happening since she got her mask. She was still new, probably too new for what she’d done with subs so far...Maybe that one mare was lying when she said Pearl hadn’t been too rough and now she was going to be kicked out for being a stupid newbie and accidentally hurting someone. Pearl knew she shouldn’t have used her claws, that she should have let them dull more before trying that sort of thing…

She started to shake a bit, tears coming into her eyes as she contemplated her coming banishment. What if she was charged with assault outside the Society? Her reputation in Canterlot would be ruined. She’d have to go back home and help her mom with her cleaning business. She loved her mom, but didn’t want to work for her again…

“-reach you for some time now.”

Pearl blinked, realizing the mare, Ebony, had been talking this whole time. “I-I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

Ebony smiled good naturedly, “The den mothers have been wanting to reach you for some time now. I was selected to talk with you, to help you realize your true desires.”

It took Pearl an embarrassingly long time to realize what the mare meant. “Y-you mean…?”

Her claw subconsciously strayed to her neck, where she imagined a collar would sit. ‘She couldn’t possibly mean that...Besides, a Griffon wearing a collar?’ She thought and shook her head, “I-I’m sorry, I...I don’t know what you mean exactly.”

Pearl forced what she hoped was an easy smile on her face, but it shriveled under Ebony’s light glare. “Now Pearl, we at the Society like to make sure all our members are happy and fulfilled. We have noticed that you seem to be a bit unsatisfied just being a dom, and so wish to help you realize your dreams...All of them.”

She gave Pearl a minute for her words to sink in before speaking again. “Your sub mentor has come to us for help, as well as a mare who had subbed for you recently. They both expressed concern you were squashing desires to wear a collar. Now, I do not wish to force you if it was only a passing interest; however, if you really do want to, I would like to invite you for some some coffee.”

Pearl blinked, “Coffee?”

“Yes, coffee. Don’t worry, I’ll pay.”

Ebony winked and motioned for Pearl to step through the portal, the griffon realizing with a start it was her turn. She looked back at the unicorn for a moment before stepping through.

~1 Hour Later~

Pearl stared into her cup, nervously shifting around in her seat. Her and Ebony were seated in a corner away from everyone else in the coffee shop. Light music tinkled through the shop, making any quiet conversation easy to hide. There wasn’t much needed to be hidden however, as this coffee shop was ‘Clocktower friendly’, offering a separate sitting room for members. Still, Pearl was nervous to say anything. She didn’t think anyone would notice her...desire, much less a sub she’d been with. She shouldn’t have been surprised that her mentor, Octavia, had gone for help, but guilt settled heavy in her heart.

‘That’s what she’s there for! To help me sub if I so wanted...why did I push her away like that…’

Pearl groaned and had a burning desire to thump her head against the table.

Ebony took that moment to begin speaking. “Now Pearl, why don’t we start with discussing why you would like to sub. And please, be as lewd as you like.”

She giggled and winked, making Pearl’s cheeks explode with red. “W-well...I, I love my mask, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I’ve wondered what it would be like to wear the collar instead...To be at the complete mercy of my master or mistress.”

She sighed wistfully, “Of course, being a Griffon, they’d have to prove they could handle me. A nice breaking session in which they reduce me to nothing, only to build me up to be the perfect slave for them…”

Pearl shuddered softly, her eyes far away. She was brought back to reality with Ebony’s chuckle, gulping as she realized she’d drifted off. “Well, it sounds like you definitely would make a good sub for someone. I know you’re barely into your first year in the Society, but why haven’t you tried a collar yet?”

Pearl sighed, looking down into her cup again. “Because it’s, it’s not ‘normal’. Griffons are strong and prideful creatures, it’s just about everything in our culture and history. For a griffon to wear a collar...It would be disgraceful.”

She paused a moment, “I’m also scared. Scared others might assume that just because I’m a griffon I can handle more, and would only want rough sessions. I mean, if I were to get a collar it’d be tri color, but just how many would pay attention to the gold? How many wouldn’t be upset that I’d want a gentler scene? I know that I just said a nice breaking in session would be good, but sometimes I do want to be pampered a bit too.”

Ebony nodded along, “I understand. Your bringing up and culture make it difficult for you to be in a vulnerable position. Let tell you though that I can think of at least 3 griffons who have collars off the top of my head. They were all in a similar spot as you at one point, but they worked through it with their mentor or a den mother. Just like what we are going to do.”

Pearl looked up, hope in her eyes. “Really?”

“Really.”

Pearl smiled and took a drink of her coffee, the tension easing out of her body. “S-so, Where do we start?”

“Well, why don’t we start by talking through some of your fears. You say you’re worried you won’t find someone who is okay with a gold scene?”

Pearl nodded.

“That’s why we have the safety bells and safewords in place. No one is going to be mad at you if you are looking for different kinds of scenes. You can always call clockface or even towertop if it’s not working out. And if a dom does get upset, that is when we den mothers step in.”

Pearl nodded and laughed a little. “Yeah...I guess it is a bit silly to be scared of that huh.”

Ebony shrugged, “Yet it is also a completely natural fear. Fear of rejection and ridicule. Of ‘failing’ someone because you can't be what they want or need at the moment.”

Pearl hummed in thought, nodding again with a somber expression. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess that's what's holding me back the most. I like to become the dom my subs want, to help realize their wants and needs over my own. Granted, they tend to overlap so I end up enjoying the scenes quite a bit, but still…”

“You’re scared you won't be able to do the same as a sub.”

Pearl looked down into her cup again, her ears flat against her head as her wings drooped by her sides. She was startled when a hoof laid gently over her claw. She looked up to see a soft smile on Ebony’s face.

“It’s alright to be afraid. What's not alright is if you let your fear keep you from doing something you love.”

Something clicked inside Pearl as she heard those words, words she’d previously disregarded as nonsensical optimism meant for inspirational posters. But now...now they made sense. She smiled at Ebony. “I won’t. Not anymore.”

~2 Months Later~

Pearl hummed a cheery tune as she waited in line to get inside the Society. Today was a big day; the day she would get her collar. Octavia and her had gone right to a collar boutique after she finished her couple weeks of safety classes and she’d gotten the notification just earlier that her collar and cuffs were ready.

Pearl looked around a bit nervously, Octavia said they would meet outside the gates and walk in together, but the grey mare was nowhere to be seen. She pulled out her pip sub. “Ocean Pearl? Have I got any messages from Octavia?”

The little sprite floated out of the pip sub and held out a scroll. “Message received from Octavia at 7:03 PM.

Dearest Pearl,

I am so sorry, but a family emergency has come up and I will not be there to help you pick up your collar. Do not worry about me though, go ahead and have fun tonight. I know how big this is for you, and so I have messaged Ebony Orchid to be there. Have fun, and I shall see you soon,

-Octavia.”

Pearl sighed softly, putting her tongue in her beak as she shifted nervously. It didn’t feel right to pick her collar up without Octavia, but she said Ebony Orchid would be with her…

“Pearl?”

Ocean Pearl perched on her beak and patted her head reassuringly. “Don’t worry! Ebony is coming, so you won’t be alone. Soon enough you’ll be able to see Octavia again and show off your sexy collar and cuffs!”

Pearl giggled as her sprite struck a pose, raising a claw to gently pet her. “Thanks Ocean.”

Pearl looked up to see there were only two ponies ahead of her. “Alright Ocean, time to go away for now.”

Ocean saluted her before disappearing into her pipsub. Pearl giggled again at her sprite’s antics before stepping up and putting the pipsub on the indicator and being waved through once it flashed green.

Her wings fluttered nervously by her sides as she stepped in, looking around for Ebony Orchid. A soft chime came from her claw, and she reopened her pip sub. “Ocean Pearl, did I just receive a message?”

The sprite popped back out with a scroll. “Message received from Ebony Orchid at 7:14 PM.

Dear Pearl,

I received the message from Octavia and am waiting for you at the collarsmith. See you there,

-Ebony”

Pearl nodded. “Thank you Ocean, that is all for now.”

Her sprite nodded and disappeared once again, leaving Pearl to start walking towards the collarsmith. She nervously padded her way towards the shop, towards her collar. Each step seemed to get heavier as doubt creeped into her mind. ‘What am I doing? A collar? For me? That’s ridiculous. I’m a Griffon. A dom. I wear a mask, not a collar…’

She lost track of where she was going and soon found herself outside the shop. She gulped as her claw hovered above the ground, wondering if she was making a mistake. A form walked up on the other side and opened the door for her, Ebony’s soft smile greeting her. “Come on Pearl, it’s time.”

Pearl gulped softly and stepped in, letting out a deep breath as she walked to the counter. “I-I’m here to...to pick up my, my o-order…”

The mare behind the counter smiled and nodded, tapping a depression on the counter for her pipsub to go. Pearl shakily placed it in, her mind screaming at her to run away and bury herself in a hole and never come out again. She jumped as a soft thump filled the store, the mare having placed a box on the counter. “Here ya are darling. I gotta say, it was a privilege making these for you.”

Pearl’s mouth went dry and she slowly dragged a claw against the box, her heart threatening to burst as she slowly opened it. She vaguely felt Ebony stand beside her as the lid thumped to the side. Pearl gasped softly, tears coming to her eyes as she saw the collar, her collar.

Red velvet with a beautiful dusty orange strip, daintily stitched with a golden string that had purple ‘pearls’ along it. There were also ruby studs set into it, flowing between the pearls. Her cuffs were made similarly and Pearl couldn’t have been happier. “It’s...it’s beautiful…”

“It certainly is. What makes it better...it’s yours.”

Pearl sniffed and nodded at Ebony’s words. She carefully dipped her claws into the box and pulled out the collar, clipping it on as a couple tears slid down her face. It fit perfectly and Pearl finally felt complete.

Ebony nuzzled her tenderly. “I’m proud of you Pearl. Now, why don’t you get your cuffs on, and we’ll go find some doms.”

Pearl giggled at her wink, nodding eagerly and grinning ear to ear.

A Royal Ritual

Author's Note

A Royal Ritual
Written by Seraphem, edited by Javarod and Shrinky Frod

Contains: Incest, Futa on Female, Public Sex, Gangbang.

A Royal Ritual

Below the soaring spire of the clocktower that towers over the first and largest Clocktower Society location many secrets are kept. This should come as no surprise given that the existence of the site, or even the Society in general, is a secret to nearly anypony that is not a member. But even within the realms of those who seek to openly revel in debasement and debauchery without fear of judgement, there are things that it is felt must be kept hidden.

One of these things that is kept hidden is that within the sprawling caverns that make up Clocktower Equestria East there exists an entire, thriving hive of changelings. Even for those ponies that would be able to accept the ‘perversions’ that the society seeks to remove the stigma from, knowing they were fostering a large group of the creatures that once nearly conquered the capitol right in the very heart of Equestria could very likely be too much to convince them of the Society’s worth and rightness.

Hence why none outside of Society members know about it. Even then, very few ever seem to fully consider all the ramifications of this fact, ever really seem to truly think over all it could mean and just what it is an entire hive of changelings might do when not engaging in ‘play’. It is a fact they know, but rarely ever know.

While few give thought to the Hive itself, nearly every member has a good familiarity with many of the perks having it around gives them: from the magic to create some of the most elaborate, powerful, and stable transformation potions possible; to multiple means of detecting infiltration by those Hives that seek a parasitical, rather than symbiotic, relationship with ponies. But by far the most well known service, and the one thing most members think of whenever they think about the presence of changelings in the Society at all, is the Changeling Brothel.

Society members receive a chance to live out otherwise impossible fantasies, while the changelings get to harvest a nearly unlimited amount of love, or at least lust, which is close enough.

While this arrangement has existed since time immemorial, the Brothel has undergone many changes over the years as current interests waxed and waned. The most recent change of note is the expansion being done, an entire separate wing having been added on in just the last few years. This section caters to the increasing number of guests that come seeking a specific type of fun. While it has no official name, the most common unofficial ones tend to be some version of ‘The Princess Palace’.

Though the recent surge in requests for royal delights is fairly new, and likely in large part due to the much larger selection of royalty to fantasize about than ever before, the Brothel has always been very accommodating for those seeking such forbidden fruits. Nowhere is this more evident than in an annual event that has been held for longer than any living pony can remember.

On the same day every year, a crowd gathers in the plaza in front of the Brothel bright and early. Approximately an hour after sunrise, a squad of guards, usually a mix of Royal and Tower, drag a bound, hobbled, and utterly naked (unless you count a black collar) white alicorn out of the building and secure her to a holding rack in the center of the plaza. At that point the crowd is let loose, free to use the helpless mare for their pleasure however they see fit until well past midnight. Barring the occasional break to clean her up a little and allow her food and a bit of rest, of course.

Nopony is long under any illusions of what is going on, that this might actually be the real Princess Celestia. The most commonly shared belief is the mare being violated all day long is in truth the Firehive Queen, the leader of the hive and mother to the vast majority of its changelings. That the annual ritual is her gathering a massive supply of freely given love and lust to help prepare for laying a fresh clutch of eggs. An idea that does have more validity then many of them would guess.

Even the briefest thought would make one doubt this could be the true Celestia. Though all are aware that she knows of, and enthusiastically supports, the Society, they also know she has never been known to actively participate in it. The obvious reason would be a lack of interest in the activities that entails, but most consider it an open secret that the real reason is political. That if her doing so were ever made public it would create a massive scandal and draw much unwanted attention to the Society, and so their beloved Princess denies her own desires to protect them.

Besides, if this were the real Princess, why would it be taking place outside of a place explicitly for indulging in fantasies with those able to take any form you desire? For those that have enough presence of mind to notice, an even bigger clue is left in plain sight of the reality of things. The padlock dangling from her collar that usually bares the sign of whoever owns the sub is in this case a Firehive Badge, a token all Changelings in the Society wear out of courtesy to let potential partners know what they are despite what disguises they might take.

Still, there are those few now and then for whom even that is not enough proof, who still think this might all be an elaborate scheme to allow Celestia to have some fun while keeping any potential scandal in check. None of them have yet to continue expressing this idea past the final piece of evidence proving this is in fact just a Changeling impersonating the Princess.

Every year while this is going on, Celestia has quite clearly, undeniably, and one might even be tempted to say almost conspicuously been somewhere else: Overseeing parades in her honor; attending baking or flower growing competitions as a special judge; meeting school classes that have done something outstanding and notable; touring hospitals to meet and spread a little personal sunshine to those within, especially the foals; nearly every minute of the day is accounted for in very public venues with dozens, if not hundreds, of ponies all around who love and adore her at all times.

This years festivities started off just like all others. The crowd had begun gathering before dawn, ponies, griffons, diamond dogs, even a few dragons all hoping to get a good spot near the front of the pack. By the time the broad doors to the brothel open the crowd has grown larger than the plaza can hold. They milled around, holding polite conversation or simply waiting patiently, the low buzz dying out as the first guards come into view.

The assembled creatures press forward, those in the back trying to find a way to see over the crowd, trying to get an idea on what was in store this time. Every year things are changed in some way, what bonds are used to restrain her, what position she’s placed in, what little extra goodies might be left behind for them to use. This year the ‘Princess’ is led forth in chains. Heavy looking manacles are clamped around each pastern with chains binding all four together. She’s being led by a set of reins attached to a bridle rather than a leash on her collar, and attached to the straps encircling her head is a ring gag that is already in place, holding her mouth wide open.

Her wings are bound in delicate looking straps around and across the joints that are made to give enough mobility to allow a pegasus, or in this case alicorn, to use their wings to please their master, while keeping it restricted enough to prevent flying or being able to use the wings to attempt to strike back. A golden ring sits at the base of horn and her ethereal tail is somehow constrained within a dock strap, held up to fully expose her marehood and tailhole, while at the very tip rests a crystal bell.

The four guards march their charge silently to the platform in the center of the plaza and get to work securing her. She is forced on top of a raised plinth of what looks like solid stone, but a close look would show the top of it was quite comfortably padded and shaped to be immensely comfortable, while still ingeniously disguised to look like it wasn’t. Her forelegs are chained to the plinth while her rear ones are secured to rings driven into the platform far enough apart to force her to spread wide. The reins are secured to a ring driven into the stone base of the pillar, keeping her from lifting her head higher than would be needed.

Once in place, one of the guards flipped a lever and with a creaking, grinding sound of machinery in motion the center of the platform descended. It sank downwards till it stopped with a jerk, leaving the bound alicorn’s body at a near perfect height to be used by a more average sized pony.

Before stepping back to assume their posts at the corners of the platform, where guards would remain for the entire day, one of them pulled a collection of black markers out from under her armor and left them hanging off a nearby hook.

Once everything was secured, the now helpless and ready to be used like a common slut alicorn twitched her tail once, a single silvery bell chime ringing out as she made clear her readiness and consent for this to begin.

The throng pressed forward, each eager to be the first to climb up to the platform and vent their lust on one of the most sought after and beautiful bodies in all of Equestria. Just as the first hooves were landing on the steps leading up a massive wind kicked up, blowing out from the platform with enough strength to make everyone pause.

“YOU SHALL CEASE THIS AT ONCE!”

A voice thundered over them, causing nearly every ear to flatten down against a head. Before the echoes of the shout had died down, a dark blur slammed down onto the stage hard enough to send tremors through the ground.

The Princess of the Night rose from up out of the dust cloud that her landing had kicked up. She stood tall, her wings spread out and quivering with tension as she began to pace around the edge of the platform. “FIE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS! HAVE PONIES SO FORGOTTEN THE BASIC TENETS OF RESPECT FOR THOSE WHO GUIDE AND PROTECT THEM?”

She glared at the assembled mass of creatures as she circled the form of her sister. Her voice had lost a bit of its thunderous quality, but was still loud enough to be heard clearly by all there. Those at the very front quelled under the assault of her powerful voice and disapproving glare, while further back a current of unease started to spread, uncertainty of what was going on. Did Luna take offense to this? Was she going to put a stop to this? Why now?

Only those few at the head of the pack, or at least those that were actually looking up at the apparently incensed alicorn rather than cowering before her wrath, were able to see the way her lips turned up in a small grin, or see the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“TO HOLD ONE SUCH AS THIS,” her wing dipped down towards the bound mare, who was looking at the other alicorn with a clear expression of curiosity, “BOUND FOR THE USE OF ALL LIKE SOME COMMON HARLOT AND NOT OBSERVE THE MOST BASIC COURTESIES ONE WOULD EXPECT? FOR SHAME ON YOU ALL!”

She moved behind ‘Celestia’, turning from the crowd to let her eyes roam over the presented rump. A few ponies on that side of the platform blinked and rubbed their eyes as they thought they saw a patch of shadow moving and swirling underneath of Luna’s belly.

“Guard! Raise this mare back up.” The guard at the controls hesitated only a moment before obeying the royal command. The bound alicorn rose from its depression slowly, Luna watching over her the whole time, till calling out “Stop!” before the sunken area had been raised more than a little past halfway. A height that some few noticed left Celestia at a more convenient height for a pony the size of Luna to mount.

Luna nodded in satisfaction before turning back to address the crowd. “A PRINCESS OF EQUESTRIA SHOULD NOT BE TREATED IN SUCH A WAY!” By now, the grin on her muzzle had grown wide enough for all to see. “HOWEVER, IF THIS IS IN FACT NAUGHT BUT SOME COMMON HARLOT, IT SHOULD BE TREATED LIKE ONE.” Luna turned back towards her ‘sister’, one hoof reaching out to slide across her, soft, plump rear end. “FEAR NOT CITIZENS, FOR WE SHALL TAKE IT UPON OURSELVES TO DETERMINE WHICH IT IS THAT STANDS BEFORE YOU, PRINCESS OR WHORE!”

The shadows that a few had thought they’d noticed writhing underneath the night princess grew larger, now undeniable and drawing the eyes of everyone that could see. They contracted, seeming to begin to take a solid shape till with a flash of what could only be described as ‘unlight’ it solidified. Where once a tumultuous patch of shadow resided, now hung a truly impressive stallionhood.

Those that could see it gasped, an excited buzz spreading through the crowd as more and more noticed or were informed of this turn of events; a sense of anticipation growing once more as everyone there prepared for an unexpected show.

The royal cock pulsed and throbbed, steadily growing larger, firmer every second as Luna continued to run a hoof over Celestia’s ass. It grew out from a pair of massive, almost inflated looking balls that swayed as Luna moved. The base of the shaft a midnight blue, black mottling spread across its length, growing more prevalent until the entire head of a shaft that would make near any stallion envious was pure, pitch black.

The crowd pushed closer, every creature eager to see what was going on. The aura of confused dread at what had seemed to be Luna stopping the tradition from happening this year, instantly changing to eager anticipation of this new twist.

The chatter and murmurs of the crowd died out as a heavy ‘slap’ echoed out across the plaza from Luna’s hoof striking her sister’s plump rear, her grin turning almost predatory as she watched the ample flesh sway and jiggle. “Such a perfect rump, almost begging to be groped and pounded.”

The smaller alicorn reared back and mounted her sister, stepping close enough for the nearly fully grown shaft to slide between Celestia’s legs. “I can already feel how heated your marehood is slave. Are you eager to have everypony watch as I claim you?”

The bound alicorn’s response was a weak moan, that could have been anything from denial to encouragement. Luna ran a hoof through her flowing mane “Now now, you can do better than that, if you really are naught but a common harlot, ready to be used by any who wish.” She drew her hips back, her cock’s length grinding across her sister’s slit, coming away glistening with the moisture already coating the sensitive folds.

Celestia cried out loud, the gag keeping it wordless and indistinct, but clearly one of a mare enjoying her treatment and eager for more this time. “As I thought, it seems thou truly are nothing more than a needy slut.” Luna’s cock popped out from between Tia’s legs, springing into place and aimed directly at the now winking marehood. The dominate sister brought her hips back down, pressing the broad head of her fully rigid cock to those damp folds and holding it there.

The audience, nearly to a being, held their breath as they waited to see if Luna would actually go through with it, fully commit to such an open and public act of depravity as rutting her own sister like this. Even if only in effigy, as nearly no one in the crowd could believe this would really happen if this was the real Celestia. But for all they could use logic to tell themselves this, few if any cared when given such a sight to behold.

The collective gasp nearly drowned out the low, throaty moan Luna made as she finally began to push into the waiting, eager passage, her cock forcing the folds apart easily as she began to sink inch after massive inch into the public slut. “Tartarus are you tight. ‘Tis what happens when thou receives a good rutting but once a year? Or are you always such a perfect cock-sleeve?”

‘Celestia’s’ reply was another loud moan, her whole body shuddered as she was violated by her sister, clearly enjoying this. Her eyes shut as she hung her head as far as her bonds would allow, letting the other alicorn do as she wished.

Over and over Luna’s cock was driven into the bound alicorn. The entire hall was quite enough for the wet ‘shlick’ of the slut’s cunt being pounded, and the heavy ‘slap’ of Luna’s balls slamming into her cockslut to echo out over the crowd.

Throughout the crowd, ponies were reacting to the incestous display. Hard cocks and wet marehoods on full display as hooves sought out both. Near the edges, doms and subs began to pair off, adding their own growing moans to rising chorus that was starting to drown out the sounds of the debased actions being performed on stage. Even the guards, who usually stood silent watch over the proceedings unless somepony needed to be escorted away, were openly enjoying the show, their cocks throbbing hard under them, even if they maintend enough professional composure to not tend to their obvious need.

Luna cried out louder than ever, a long, shuddering whiny that blended in with the growing sounds of the burgining orgy around her. She slammed down hard enough to rock her ‘sister’, leaning over her back, one foreleg reaching out to wrap around her shoulder. “By Epona! Such a perfect… ahhhhh!... cock-sleeve. Go on whore, show them all what thou art! We can feel thy tension, feel thy need. Give in little whore, accept thou art naught but a pleasure slave for others to sate themselves upon!”

Luna’s forehoof squeezed tighter, pulling the white mare backwards, giving the darker alicorn more leverage to begin slamming her cock into the dripping cunt of her sister even harder then before. Within seconds ‘Celestia’ threw her head back, a long, inarticulate cry bursting out of her throat and through the gag. Her whole body shook with pleasure, her wings flaring out to the extent her bindings would allow.

“That is it slut, cum, cum for me! Show all the little ponies what thou truly are. Show them how much you love being impaled on our cock!” The filled slut’s cries only got louder as the shudders running along her body grew strong enough to rattle her chains.

Luna grunted, her rapid pounding slowing down, become steady, hard bucks as her swollen balls drew up in preparation of unleashing their load. “Close, We art close! Dost thou want it? Want our seed inside of thee? Wish us to breed you like a true brood-slut?”

Cries from the throng around the stage grew even louder as Luna’s words pushed a number of ponies past their own limits. By this point nearly every creature in the plaza was either pleasuring themselves, or had found a partner or two to share with, save for an iron willed few, or the ones closest to the stage, who were focused on being able to get their relief from the public slut soon.

“Eeeesss! Eeeesss! Oooo eh!” The first words ‘Celestia’ had tried to say since being brought out. Even though being distorted by the gag holding her mouth wide open, it was clear what she was trying to say.

“Good… good slut. Now, accept… thy… REWARD!” The force of the Royal Canterlot Voice sent the nearest ponies stumbling backwards as Luna slammed down into her ‘sister’, the bulge in the mare’s stomach unmistakable at this point. With a long, whinnying cry, Luna came, those closest able to see the base of her cock pulse as each powerful rush of cum erupted into the waiting whore’s womb. Torrents of royal jizz filled the incestous slut, enough to round out her already generous stomach slightly as with each powerful shot Luna’s engorged balls seemed to shrink.

As she neared the end of her orgasm, the Princess pulled back, letting a thick rope of cum splatter over the most lusted after rear in Equestria. Sliding her cock between the plump ass cheeks she milked the last of her climax out, heavy shots of seed splattering across ‘Celestia’s’ back, some getting caught in her ethereal tail.

Once finally sated, Luna dismounted the filled mare, her legs shaking slightly as she took a few cautious steps back, looking over her work, at the cum spackled ass and leaking marehood of what appeared to be her sister.

A wide grin still on her muzzle she moved around to the mare’s front, one hoof grabbing her horn and pulling the ring-gagged muzzle down to meet Luna’s fluid covered cock. “Clean it like a good little slut.”

The ponies nearest the stage moved closer, a few moving to the first step leading up to the platform. Only a mix of fear and respect for the Princess of the Night kept them from breaking and rushing to relieve their own pent up needs on the offered body of the Princess of the Sun. A ‘Princess’ that didn’t hesitate in the slightest before letting a long, broad tongue slide out through her gag and starting to almost eagerly lap at the cock coated with incestous fluids.

Luna let her clean off the bulk of the still rigid shaft before stepping back, letting the bound mare’s head go limp as she moved to the edge of the stage to address the waiting crowd. “WE HAVE MADE OUR ASSESSMENT MY SUBJECTS!” She pointed a hoof back at her ‘sister’. “‘TIS NO PRINCESS BEFORE YOU, MERELY A COMMON SLUT IN NEED OF USE. SATE YOUR PLEASURES UPON HER BODY AS YOU WILL, ‘TIS ALL THAT ONE SUCH AS HER IS GOOD FOR!”

She turned back to the mare she was about to allow a horde of horny ponies to descend on; her lips quirked up in a mischievous smile as she spied the markers hanging from a post. Taking one in her magic she uncapped it, and in big, thick letters wrote LUNA’S SLUT across the ample ass cheeks, finishing up by scoring a single tally mark directly in the center of the mare’s cutie mark.

She stalked over to the white mare’s head, running a wing gently down her neck once before looking back at the nearly lust-maddened ponies edging closer and closer, waiting only for Luna to get out of the way before descending on their prize for the day.

Luna spread her wings, ready to take off. A moment before taking to the air and leaving the bound mare that none truly believed was in fact her sister to her fate, she whispered in her ear, three words too soft for any but the two of them to hear.

“Happy birthday, Celestia.”

Ribbon Twist's Dance

Author's Note

Ribbon Twist's Dance
Written by Mint Twist

Contains: BDSM themes, rope bondage, sensual kinky dancing

Ribbon Twist's Dance

Ribbon tapped her hoof against her chair, adjusting her kimono-like robe as she looked across towards her partner, a familiar light pink unicorn sitting opposite herself. The pegasus took a brief moment to let out the breath she’d been holding before turning her attention to the series of bundled up ropes between them. “Everything seem to be in order?”

Fleur, her safety rigger, nodding in response while she slipping the bundles to her counterpart. “All the ropes seem to be good for your show… Though this one seems to be a little bit sticky…”

“Wait what!?” The pegasus cried out, a red tint on her cheeks as she shot out of her chair to grab the rope only to find it perfectly clean. “Fleeuuur...” She groaned in embarrassment, only to find Fleur grinning sweetly right above her.

“Ribbon Twist, Fleur de Lis, you’re welcome to come on stage whenever you’re ready.” A voice called from across the back room. Ribbon huffed as Fleur just giggled in response before they lifted out of their chairs.

“Looks like things are just about ready for you, then.” Fleur smiled as the pair stepped out from the backroom, entering the back of the stage. It was a rather plain area, around fifty hoof lengths total with a rig set up in the center, curtains draped slightly off on either side of the stage.

A small round of hooves clapping greeted them as they entered from the wings, Fleur moving away to the side as Ribbon Twist took to the center of the stage. As the brief applause died out from the crowd, the pegasus took the moment to glance upon the crowd. Around twenty or thirty ponies sat before her, each gazing at her.

The mare took a deep breath and tempered her thoughts. With a small nod between each other, Ribbon began her work with Fleur turning on the music player. A sweet melody filled the air as the pegasus stepped forwards onto the stage, glancing upon the crowd as she undid her robe. One of her hooves pulled the garment down from her shoulders one at a time, revealing her bare fur beneath it as it fell to the ground.

She reached down and tugged out one of her bundles of rope from the robes, letting it uncoil and fall with one end still gripped between her teeth. She let her wings spread wide as she slide onto the ground before the crowd.

As she moved onto her back, she let the pink rope slip around each of her thighs, knotting it around her hips as she gave a small seductive smile to the audience between the knots. With two more loops, she tucked the rope between her legs, letting them slip smoothly, mere millimeters away from her exposed nethers.

She finished her harness with a small giggle, looping the excess right under her belly, taking the briefest moments to show off her taut webs that nestled into her fur, exposing her inner thighs with a few swishes of her tail.

Ribbon lifted herself up, rolling over onto her hooves once more, letting her body roll up from the ground. She grabbed another rope and carabiner, letting it unravel so she could grab the middle. She folded it in half quickly, slipping it through the metal device and snapping both onto her own harness.

A flutter of her wings gave her the small amount of lift up to stand up on her rear hooves and slip the rope ends through the center ring of the stage, letting them slide down a few hoof lengths until she could grab them once more. She worked almost immediately, tugging down on the ropes hard as she felt the weight on her hind legs lessen almost immediately. The pegasus gave another two quick pulls onto the pulley, pulling her off the ground and carrying her upwards.

She felt her harness pull on her rear as it took the weight from her legs, using the moment to make sure each rope was rubbing against her body correctly before she tied off the knot right beneath the central ring. The mare let her foreleg slip around the rope, resting her upper body weight on it as she leaned herself back.

Her rear hooves kicked softly, as if she’d been swimming as she let herself invert. As she let go of the rope, she began to spin on the rope, her legs pulled up over her head, letting her forelegs reach up to squeeze the crooks of her legs. With only the rope holding her, her form began a gradual spin around the ring, showing her off to all of the crowd.

The mare held the position as she spun, hanging akin to a helpless slave, only missing a pair of ropes around her ankles to firmly secure her, and her open body for a master. Her tail bounced behind herself, almost seeming to tick as she swirled before them, showing off the beautiful bindings overtop her figure.

Ribbon panted, feeling some of her sweat start to drip from her body as she started to move once more. One of her forehooves moved from its position, pressing against the ground below her, and let her begin to pull herself upwards. Her left hind leg pressed in against the ropes, allowing her to wrap an arm around it to hold herself in the upwards position.

The pegasus grabbed another rope as she lifted upwards, already letting the bundle fall unwind as she slipped it upwards. Her neck stretched up as she reached towards her hoof, wrapping it around her exposed ankle, and securing it a hoof length from the ring as well. She smiled a little as she guided her leg down until it held taut, letting her other leg rest against it before she tied off the knotting.

With two spots of her body secured, she let her upper body fall once more, this time to a 45 degree angle. She pushed herself against one of the ropes, rotating, and letting the carabiner move from her belly to the side of her hip, turning herself sideways to face the crowd.

As she posed herself gracefully, she flexed her legs and rear, adjusting herself to better show off the tight rope that knotted around them. The pegasus didn’t let the moment last too long, however, moving up to readjust herself. With that came another bundle of ropes unwinding against her figure. This time however, she kept herself inverted, using the angle to slide the ropes around her chest and under her forelegs. She rocked her shoulder blades as she lifted up the ropes and began her web across her chest, taking careful, but quick note to give her rope plenty of space away from her neck.

Ribbon curled the remaining rope around the center as she wove herself a new harness around her upper body, rolling her shoulders to make sure she’d be able to move around in the bindings. She unfurled another line from the bundles and with a deep breath, she curled her body upwards towards the ring. With a carabiner to secure the rope to the harness around her chest, she quickly worked to secure the new line to the ring above her. However, as she tied off the knot securing herself to the rig, she flexed her form once more, grabbing the retaining knot on the rope securing her hips and gently slipping it free.

Using that same rope, she started to bind her second leg up, almost like cuffs, she curled and wrapped the knot just like her other leg. She worked fast, making sure she had it correct, her core as firm as she could to maintain her position to work. Her jaws moved up to the knot holding her other leg up. With practiced motions, she let each of her legs fall from the top of the rig, slowly descending downwards like clockwork, keeping the weight on her jaws and chest harness before she secured each knot.

She slowly released each rope from her jaws, letting some of her weight press onto each limb before she sighed out her breath, releasing the muscles in her belly. She wiped some of the sweat from her brow, stretching out some of the muscles to keep herself from cramping.

With a moment of rest, she slipped around within her self-contained bindings, one on each of her hind legs and binding her chest. She curled some of the rope around her thighs as she hung with her back to the ground, her forelegs seemingly tied in a knot against her chest as she spread her legs in a seductive, yet simple figure. She finished off the moment with a sultry gaze between those exposed thighs, the spirals of the bindings on her legs revealing themselves to the audience.

She could feel the light ache of her muscles within her chest and legs, dwelling and focusing herself with another deep breath before she continued her performance. Her legs slid back towards each other, rubbing right against each other before slipping past. Following her momentum, Ribbon rotated herself, letting the rope slip through her harness from her chest to her back.

With her body almost in a straight line, she began her next movement, her legs starting to tuck underneath her body, though with a taut rope binding each of her ankles, her entire rear rose instead, arching to let her legs curl in against her. At this point, she finished her new shape, spreading out those legs from her sides to stabilize herself into an arrowhead.

This time, she could only manage to turn her head to the side, glancing behind herself with the familiar grin peeking around her perked up tail. As she held herself, her forelegs moved, pressing against her back as her wings slowly revealing themselves; a brief flap letting her once again spin on the ropes, almost idle as she basked in the audience’s attention.

Following the half-minute of slight rest, the pegasus slide her forehooves out from behind her back and stretched herself out so her backside lifted once more. This time, however, she spun around from that position, letting her chest and legs slip close together. With her bindings so close together, Ribbon easily worked between each knot on her leg, undoing the rope works that bound her ankles to the ring. With each leg she gracefully released from her restraints, she’d feel a bit more pressure onto her chest harness, but she didn’t mind the weight.

With one last knot to keep herself suspended, she fluttered her wings to reduce the tension in the rope before unraveling the binding, letting herself seem to float down from her hanging spot, her hind legs landing down onto the solid floor first, while the rope slowly unwound from her jaws.

Once her weight was firmly off the rope, she clipped off the carabiner and settled onto all four of her hooves. She took a pause for a brief moment to rest her tired muscles before she gave the crowd a bow, still dressed in all of her harnesses. A flurry of claps arouse from before her and she found herself blushing as she rose up.

A pink aura of magic glowed around her ropes and robe, tucking them off to the side as the pair of performers gave a final glance towards the small crowd before departing from the stage.

“I think that went pretty well, don’t you think?” Fleur smiled towards her companion as they returned, already working on bundling the ropes in her magic as they walked.

“Yeah, it went just about how we rehearsed.” The pegasus nodded in response, “Though I feel like it was missing a little bit more, something…”

“Hmm? Something? Well, if you want, we can go back up there and I’ll bind you up like a the rope slut you are and we can see if we can’t find that something~” The tall unicorn grinned softly, making Ribbon squeak.

“Ah, well, I’m sure we weren’t missing something that dramatic…” She said, her cheeks hot as she shooed away the teasing mare with one of her wings.

“Don’t think that cute blush of yours will get you out of your bindings this time. We’re going to be heading down to the cum dumps to see if we can’t get you that something you’re looking for.”

“Fleeeeuuuurrr!”

Dragon Hoard's Shop

Author's Note

The Dragon Hoard's Shop
Written by Dioxin, edited by Sepia, Chosen Heart and Silent Whisper

Contains: BDSM themes, living furniture, humliation, mild spanking, exhibitionism, gags, pain play, piercings, chastity,

Dragon Hoard's Shop

The bell above the door chimes as it swings open, its tone distinct so as not to be confused with a safety bell ringing, just loud enough to be heard anywhere within the shop. Standing in the doorway is a pony and a pony-dragon hybrid. The stallion of the pair stands at his full height, taller than the tallest mare. His eyes scan the contents of the shop eagerly, the blue and green orbs hidden behind a black mask lined with gold and orange filigree. His wings rest easily at his sides, their grey feathers fading to a burnt orange at the ends. Grey fur covers his body, smooth silk, only flaring up around the scales covering his chest. Resting at his side, his thick tail extends from his spine, a fur ruff running along the top of the long and sinuous appendage. The crescent blade capping his tail rests against the ground without damaging the finely polished wooden floor.

The mare standing next to the stallion is easily the shorter of the two, standing only a few inches above the average mare. Her head is bowed but her blue eyes dart around the store, a small blush barely visible behind her mulberry-furred cheeks. A hint of a smile graces her muzzle as the end of her tail twitches with pent up energy. Her coat, covered in numerous small scars, speaks of a turbulent life, the largest of which stretches from her right cheek, over her eye, to just below her most eye-catching feature; a broken horn juts out of her skull just below her dark pink mane styled into a mohawk. One of her front hooves rises and runs across the black collar wrapped around her throat, worrying at it until she feels the end of the leash attached to the front of her collar with the other end wrapped around the stallions hoof.

The mare behind the counter looks up from her book when she hears the bell go off. Lifting her head she quickly shuts the book and moves it under the counter before excitedly cantering around to greet them. The mare’s purple coat glints in the light from the numerous sets of parallel rings covering her legs, back, and chest all tied together with silver ribbon and knotted in small bows at the ends--corset piercings. The mare slows to a stop in front of the pair and smoothly slides into a bow, laying her front half on the ground and locking her hind legs. She moves from one of the tallest mares in the society to level with their hooves in a single fluid motion. Her horn taps the ground as she presses her face all the way down, the two rings pierced through the bone clinking as they meet the wood. Her ears, lined with small metal rings, perk up expectantly, jingling softly as she lowers herself. “Welcome to the Dragon’s Hoard. How may this Toy serve you today?”

The stallion tilts his head to watch, a smile growing on his face the lower she gets. “Hello, Toy. I am Funeral Dirge, and this-” He tugs on the end of the leash he is holding causing the mare to stumble forwards. Regaining her footing, she shoots a glare towards him, but he ignores it..“-is my slave TS-7925. I am here to acquire some new equipment to help keep her in line and I heard your shop was one of the best. Especially for custom gear. I am a stallion of refined taste and will accept only the best toys when it comes to my pleasure.” He winks at the shopmare and smirks.

“Oh please, you barely managed to catch me this time. By the way, how is that bruise I know is forming under those scales.” A smirk graces her muzzle, her left hind leg lifting up off the ground in a small kicking motion as she throws a wink to the still bowing mare in front of them. “Also, must you flirt with every available mare--or Toy--we meet?”

Dirge moves to loom over TS-7925, his eyes lidded and lips pulled back to expose his sharp teeth. With little warning he darts down and wraps his mouth around her throat, pressing his teeth in just enough to avoid breaking the skin. When he lets go the mare is left staring vacantly, her marecock partially erect under her as a small dop falls to the floor. “Don’t worry, slave. That little bruise you gave me will be paid back a hundredfold by the time I am done with you tonight.”

A small whimper escapes her lips as she shudders, a deep blush springing to life on her cheeks.

The shopmare finally stands back up and looks between the two before addressing the stallion. “Welcome, this toy is also called DX-6969. Now sir, did you come in with a specific order or would you like to look around the shop to see what kind of equipment we have available?” “I have an idea of what I would like, but…” He leans in, a smirk gracing his muzzle. “... I won’t say no to seeing what else this shop has to offer. Lead the way, Toy. I certainly won’t mind walking behind you.” His eyes drift down to her flanks. The mare turns around and begins to walk deeper into the store. He follows along behind her, tugging at his slave’s leash as he continues to stare. The slave snaps out of her stupor and she hurriedly moves to catch up to the two taller ponies, nearly pulled off her hooves.

As the Toy walks her flanks sway side to side, easily enough to see her marehood behind her flagged tail, kept up by a small, barely visible band wrapped around her dock. They pass various devices arranged on pedestals, ranging from complicated arrangements of straps and cuffs to simple dildos. She notices that while the stallions eyes never seem to stray from her flanks, the mare was looking at the various toys on offer, most notably the ones designed to punish naughty subs.Her eyes linger on a flogger, the end of the cruel device tipped with small, dull metal spikes. she imagines the sting on her flank over and over again. A shiver runs down her spine at the very thought. Eventually the trio reaches a new section of the store, populated by various chairs, bed frames, and metal frames. Rings and cuffs adorn almost all the beds and chairs made just for strapping down a sub, while many others are attached to a cage for a sub to rest in. Dominating the center of the display area is a pedestal with a changeling mare strapped securely, her squirming barely noticeable, to one of the metal frames.

“This section of the store boasts furniture made specifically to fit a kinky lifestlye. It provides all kinds of furniture needs from beds to chairs to spanking benches. This store has it all. There are even a few of these-” She pats one of the frames. “-designed to allow an owner to transform their sub into furniture to be used at their owner’s leisure. In fact, slave SW-2952 here is demonstrating one right now.” She moves over to the pedestal and turns it, showing off the mare and her bindings, thick leather straps running along her legs and body, some even through the holes in her limbs. She stops the pedestal when the pair have a side view of the mare. “This particular contraption works by forcing the sub to lay on their back on the padded bench. Then they bring their hind legs up to their stomach and chest.” The mare runs her hooves along the changeling’s legs as they struggle against the bindings weakly. “Their hind legs are then folded at the knee and strapped to their front legs to form the back of the chair upon sitting. And their body forms the seat.” She runs a hoof along the chitin of the changeling mare as she speaks, making sure to show off the tight bindings and her lack of mobility by trying to pull her limbs apart as well as nudging and pushing at the mare’s body and failing. “Next the limbs are all tied to this metal rod keeping the back of the chair secure. The soft bottoms of the hooves form a comfortable headrest for the occupant. The slave’s head is supported by a small cushion just below the main one that keeps the mouth at a level where it can be used.” She turns the pedestal so the pair are looking at the changelings face.

Her eyes are covered by a blindfold and her mouth is hanging open, panting, drooling. The shopmare pushes the mare’s head back just a bit and pulls her mouth further open. “As you can both see it is perfect for pleasuring its owner after a long hard day, Nothing more relaxing than a good brutal facefuck.” The changeling mare’s cheeks explode in a blush as a whine escapes her.

DX-6969 spins the pedestal around so the changelings flanks are facing towards them. Her hind legs are bound against her body as her tail hangs limply under her leaving her dripping slit and ass exposed. The changeling mare whines and squirms in her bindings, the leather creaking softly but holding firm, the sight and smell of her arousal obvious to the master and his slave. “As you can see the sub tends to end up very aroused and ready for any use their owner they desires. This Toy has heard many stories of owners needing relaxation after a long day, so they strap their subs into one of these devices and relieve themselves inside one of their holes, then lay back and read a book or nap while the sub basks in the afterglow and pleasure of helping their owner.” The shopmare suddenly hops onto the changeling and sits down, facing the pair. “This device also leaves the sub in the prime position for either teasing or punishment.” She rubs a hoof gently on the changeling mare’s slit, eliciting a loud moan from behind her before pulling back a hoof and bringing it down on her flank with a “smack”. “As you can see the sub is completely exposed, unable to hide anything. Why, some owners even use these down at the park and sit in them while charging for their sub’s use.” She hops back off the changeling mare and returns to her customers. “Now would either of you like to give the chair a try? It is quite comfortable and makes some very entertaining noises.”

Dirge looks between the bound changeling chair and his slave for a moment. His wing springs out from his side to strike the slave on the flank. “Go on and try it. I know how much you love feeling like you are on top.”

The slave mare jumps at the sudden strike and lets out a small yelp. She turns to stare at her smirking owner before turning back with a huff. She slowly climbs the pedestal, taking her time and admiring the bound changeling on display. Lowering herself onto the mare, she reclines and lies on her side, her head comfortably nestled in the indent formed by the mares hooves. A smile forms on her lips while she slowly strokes the side of the now-whining and squirming chair. “Oh this is perfect, I really should have had one of these when I took over Canterlot. I bet that little princess would have made an excellent chair to relax on.”

“Don’t get too cocky now, slave.” Dirge stares up at the mare reclining above him.

“Whatever, master, this thing is too comfortable for me to even care.” She closes her eyes and rolls over to lie on her back, ignoring the frown growing on Dirge’s muzzle.

With a growl Dirge marches up to the pedestal and grips the slave’s leash. Giving a single tug he pulls her off and onto the ground. As she tries to rise he presses down on her back with a forehoof and leans down to her ear. “Now slave, do I need to have another session where I will beat proper respect into that skull of yours? You will address me as Master with the proper respect due. Is that understood, slave?” He growls.She lets out a gasp as she is pulled to the ground and the wind is knocked out of her. She feels the hoof on her back pinning her and before she can spark her horn to life his voice creeps into her ear. The words bring a blush to her cheeks and draw a weak moan from her as her hind legs cross. She finally responds, her voice just a bit shaky. “N-no Master. I’m sorry, I will obey you for the night.”

He releases her as soon as she finishes speaking and grabs the end of the leash tightly in his hoof, walking down from the pedestal. He drags his slave behind him, making no effort to conceal just how worked up that little interaction had gotten him. “Come along, slave, plenty more in this shop to see before I get the new toys I will be using to ensure your compliance.”

The mare quickly stands and stumbles to catch up to him as he moves deeper into the store, a drop of arousal falling to the ground and with a deep blush covering her cheeks as she keeps her eyes glued to the ground.

They both pass the shopmare who simply watches without a word. As the pair passes she inhales deeply at the air thick with lust. She shakes her head and moves to cut the pair off before they notice her absence.

DX-6969 canters out from behind a display and quickly leads the pair to another themed section. The area displays various outfits and thin straps. What toys are there are almost universally small and discrete in nature. “This is the shop’s exhibitionism section. Here the store sells outfits designed to tease and titillate, as well as toys to use when out and about either here in the society or... elsewhere. Everything here is designed to put their wearer at risk of exposing themselves with but an errant movement or bad luck. The thrill of these items makes this one of the most popular sections.”

Dirge interrupts the mare in the middle of her pitch. “Hey there, Chosen, can’t say I expected to see you here. Though seeing you in this section doesn’t surprise me considering our first time in those woods under a tree.” His smile grows into a smirk as he stares up at the pink mare on the pedestal in the center of the exhibition section.

The display mare looks down at the trio, and upon seeing Dirge a large blush covers her entire face. She lets out a small whine but makes no move to hide herself. She wears a short, black, pleated skirt with a tight top, allowing some of her chest fluff to stick out the front.

Dirge turns to look at DX-6969 and gestures to the display mare. “Well, Toy, why don’t you tell me what kind of things the lovely little miss Heart is modeling today? If she is buying, then it must be quite the collection.” The shopmare looks between the somewhat uncomfortable mare on display behind her and the flippant stallion in front of her. She nods her head to herself and stands to her full height, stopping just below the stallion’s own. “Sir, the rules of the store and of this area of clocktower are that a sub’s real name should not be used unless they give their permission. Given slave CH-9109’s reaction, that seems rather unlikely. If you continue to antagonize her or any other model in the store you will be asked to leave, and if you do not comply you will be forced to do so.” A spark of light forms at the end of her horn as she stares firmly into the taller stallion’s eyes. Dirge stares back during her speech but puts his hooves up when she finishes. “Alright, alright, sorry. No need to threaten to throw me out. I don’t need the story of a mere Toy kicking my ass and chucking me out of a shop spreading all over the clocktower.” He teases.

His companion chuckles to herself and walks up next to him. She pokes him in the side where his coat is just slightly darker, clearly a still-healing bruise. “That would be hilarious. The great Funeral Dirge, the dom who regularly gets his ass kicked by subs. First the slave over there put some hurt on you when you two first met here, then I manage to leave a fair few bruises whenever we play and now even toys are threatening to fling you out on your flanks. Oh ifthat happened I would make sure that story circulated in the Dom Lounges before you e-even hit th-the ground.” She bows her head, overcome with laughter, her shoulders shaking and a hoof covering her mouth to try and hide her grin.

A hoof suddenly strikes her flank with a snap, startling the mare and forcing out a moan before she can suppress it. Dirge retracts his leg and stands back up to his full height, looming over the smaller submissive with a glint in his eyes and a predatory smile on his lips. “What was that, slave? Did you ask me for a good long session with the flogger later? That is what I heard. Apparently you still need that attitude beaten out of you.”

A blush covers her cheeks and she looks down at the ground with a whine. Her eyes dart between the stallion and a flogger barely visible on a display just outside the exhibition section. A drop of drool leaves her mouth before she can catch it and she wipes it away with her hoof. A huff escaping her lips.

“Alright then. To answer Sir’s question please come over here so this Toy can show the various pieces off.” She pulls the two around to the front of Chosen up on the pedestal. “Slave, open your mouth. Show off that lovely gag you are wearing.”

Chosen, blushing even darker opens her mouth. Inside is a collection of metal and wires spread just enough to allow the mare to barely close her mouth. “This is one of the more subtle gags sold here at the store.” She uses her magic and forces Chosen’s mouth open much wider and begins to move her head, pointing into her mouth with a hoof as each is mentioned. “As you can see the main part of the gag is the set of retainers that move over and lock onto her teeth and gums. They are then attached to each other via a series of metal rods hidden in the sub’s cheeks. These rods can be extended enough to hold a sub’s mouth open but on this model they are just extended enough that she can barely keep her mouth closed. Go on, slave. Close your mouth for the nice customers.”

Chosen bites down hard, the rods flexing just a touch but resisting even the crystal pony’s strength. After trying for about a minute she’s left panting and her face more closely resembles a tomato, especially thanks to the drool leaking over her bottom lip.

“As you can see the sub is entirely unable to close their mouth.” She tilts the mare’s head down so they can see the bottom of the gag. “The tongue is also trapped inside the mouth by a metal cage with the bars running along the bottom retainer. This ensures that nothing is in the way should somepony wish to use the sub’s mouth or throat for their pleasure. Unfortunately this design only allows the pleasure of inserted parts and toys, as this model does not force the tongue to stick out. The shop does offer a gag that does so, so that the sub can pleasure somepony regardless of equipment.” She releases Chosen’s head and steps off the pedestal only to spin it so the group can see her flanks. The short skirt doesn’t hide much, not at all helped by the barely-visible dock band holding her tail slightly flagged.

“Here this slave is modeling one of the store’s special Show-off Skirts. These are designed so that under the right circumstances they will ride up and allow anypony in the right spot to catch a glimpse under them. Slave, show them how yours works.”

Chosen lets out a small whine but she does bend forward, her front half lowering and her flanks rising. As she moves the hem of the skirt moves with her and her tail flags up higher and higher. When she finally finishes moving, her marehood is just shy of being openly on display. The faint sounds of a quiet moan and the soft chime of a small bell reach their ears.

“As you can see she is modeling one of our skirts that rides up as she bends over. This device is excellent for the clumsy sub or the cruel owner who likes watching maid work and wants to enjoy a show. Now you can also see her tail flagging as she went. She is also wearing a small concealable harness attaching her dock ring to her collar. When she bends over not only does her skirt rise up but so does her dock. Now I’m sure you both heard her moan and that small jingle when she bent over. If I could have your slave help demonstrate, Sir, this part is quite a naughty little secret.”

Dirge looks over at his slave and gestures her forwards. She walks over to the shopmare and Chosen with soft steps, her flank still stinging from the earlier spank. She looks to the other mare for direction when she reaches the top of the pedestal.

“If you would simply move her tail aside, you can see the final piece on display. Make sure your master has a good view now. Wouldn’t want him to miss anything.” She smiles at TS-7925.

The slavemare grabs the display mare’s tail in her hoof and slowly lifts it, taking the first peek under it. When she spots it, she makes a quiet gasp. She finishes moving the tail and steps to the side, making sure not to block Dirge’s view for more than a second. Deciding to give her master a small show she also sticks her own flank in his direction giving it a small shake. Chosen is fully revealed. A small fine chain runs from her dock ring down over her ponut and marehood and finally connects to a clit ring adorned with a small bell. The chain is pulled taut by the force on her dock.

“This sub is modeling one of the shop’s special See-Me-Not chains and a small bell on her clit piercing enchanted with the shop’s Notice-Me enchantment. When she moves, the bell will make a soft noise, turning everyone’s attention towards her.” The shop mare runs her hoof along the chain and taps the bell with enough force to ring it. Chosen lets out a small moan in time with the bell’s chime.

“Whenever she bends over her tail will pull the chain which will pull the ring, resulting in extra pleasure and pain for the sub here.” She grips the chain and gives it a soft yank, forcing a much louder twin bell ring and moan from the display mare. “Alright, thank you. You may release her tail and return to your master.”

The slave mare does so, and Dirge picks up the end of her leash as soon as she is within range. Both of them are flush with arousal.

“Now how was that section, Sir? Anything interest you?” the shop mare asked as she hopped down from the pedestal. Abandoning the mare in her compromising position.

“I don’t believe this is exactly what I am searching for, but I have plenty of fun ideas to try out later. Lead the way, Toy, and continue the tour.” He gestures past the mare and with only a few seconds hesitation begins to walk in that direction.

His slave hurries to keep up. The shopmare follows at a quick trot to take the lead once more, heading towards the final section in the shop. Chosen finally stands up and closes her mouth, swallowing the drool that had collected on her bound tongue. None of the three notice her hoof sneaking its way down her body. As the mare leads them further towards the back of the store, the various toys on display take a turn for the painful. The toys sport enough spines and barbs to make even a member of the Torture guild pause. The gags are spiked, massive, or both, looking to stretch even the largest slave’s jaw. Even the usual pain-toys are modified, bearing extra metal points, some even carrying a very sharp edge. “Welcome to a masochist’s wet dream. The Pain Play section is where the store keeps its tools of torment and punishment to use on particularly rowdy subs.”

The pair pays her little mind as they both openly stare at the moaning and writhing mare in the center of the display. Sweat mats her light purple coat and her yellow-green mane is a tangled mess from her writhing-about. A chain attaches her tail to the back of her collar, leaving only the tip, with its crystal bell, able to move. Her mouth is forced wide open by a gag similar to the one Chosen had been wearing. Her hooves, unlike those of the other display mares who were either strapped in or simply held there by contract, are sunk into the pedestal, preventing her from leaving it.

The shop mare notices their attention and turns towards the display mare with a small smile on her muzzle. “Ah yes, that is slave SP-0872. She is here to model a few things for us today, too.” She turns the pedestal so she faces away from the customers. “As you can see her foalhole is held open with a number of piercings around the edge. They are magnetized to repel each other in a specific pattern allowing easy use by anypony who desires to do so.” The mare uses her magic and grabs the piercings before tugging them together. She holds them as the mare writhes, her folds tugged by the rings’ attempt to separate again. After a moment she releases the rings and they quickly snap back to their original position, spreading the mare wide open once again.

“This works even better than a speculum--the only size limitation is whatever you can fit. The procedure is simple and only requires the rings and someone who knows how to put them in. When a set is sold the shop can handle the piercings if the customer wishes or they may visit the Piercers guild to find somepony trained to apply them.” The mare turns the pedestal back around so the slave faces the master and slave. Tears streak down her flushed cheeks, her eyes staring blankly at them. She is moaning at a low volume almost constantly as she blankly stares at them.

“This slave is also wearing the shop’s own Fleshlight Gag with a masochist’s modification.” The Toy holds up an example of the gag. “This gag slides over the gums and teeth similar to the one shown off by CH-9109 in the exhibitionism section. After that the similarities end. This gag allows SP-0872 to close her mouth but when she does the rods connecting the two retainers, spiked on the outside, will flex out, and jab into her cheeks. As her mouth closes more and more they dig harder into her cheeks. Similar rods sit over the tongue and as the cheek rods bend they push the tongue rods down into the soft flesh underneath them, causing even more pain. If you both would step up and examine the gag, we can even have a demonstration.” The shopmare grins wide and excited.

Both Dirge and his slave move closer, peering into the slave’s mouth, held open by DX-6969. There’s the soft rubber covers on the mare’s gums and teeth, glints of light reflecting off the rods hidden in her cheeks, and the series of rods layering her tongue that flex as the mare pants.

“Now for the demonstration. Slave, close your mouth and hold it until told otherwise.” The shopmare looks into the model’s eyes, staring firmly at her, making sure the order gets through to her.

The model seems to respond to the voice, her eyes focusing on the mare’s in front of her, and clenches her jaw. As she closes her mouth tighter she moans louder and louder, her tears falling more. The scent of aroused painslut gets stronger and the sound of liquid hitting the ground is loud enough to echo behind her. She finally manages to force her mouth closed but her moans and whines of pain are only barely muffled by her closed mouth.

“As you can see the gag is quite painful when her mouth is closed. This is an excellent gag for training a submissive to never close their mouth and to always keep it available for use. Slave, you can open your mouth again.” The mare’s mouth practically shoots open and her breaths are harsh and ragged as she writhes in her restraints.

“Now, Sir, please go ahead and try to force the slave’s mouth closed. You will find that the gag provides no resistance to such an action, making tormenting the wearer as easy as tying their muzzle shut.” She steps back and gestures for Dirge to move up to the models front. The display mare lets out a whimper as she hears the suggestion, knowing what the mare has planned.

Dirge moves up and looks down at the smaller mare. He sits on the top step and carefully places his front hooves on the top and bottom of her muzzle. The mare looks up at him and whimpers. With a vicious smirk he forces her muzzle closed, finding it no more difficult than it would be to close a door. He holds her muzzle shut as he turns his head to the shopmare. “I must say I am impressed with how easy that was, and from the smell the slave here seems to be enjoying it. Though, from what I see my slave seems to be a bit jealous. Maybe I should get one of these for her.”

His slave yelps and turns away from the spectacle to stare very intently at the rest of the pieces on display. “Oh, please you would try to get that in my mouth and I would bite your damn hoof off.”

Dirge releases the still-struggling painslut and stands back up. He strides over to his slave and grabs her mane. With his grip he forces her to the floor, her face almost level with his own throbbing erection. “Toy, I believe it is time to make my order. I have a few ideas of what I would like. The Toy bows and leads them back to the front counter. The stallion follows behind her dragging his slave along the floor until she stumbles onto her hooves, her own erection free of its sheath and bobbing in time with her movements. A heavy blush covers her face and she stares back at the slave on the pedestal as she leaves with a small look of longing.

The shopmare walks around behind the counter and levitates out a clipboard and some paper. She holds a quill, prepared to take notes. “Whenever you are ready, Sir, please describe your order.” “Well since I would like to take away my slave’s ability to fight back--since she has obviously not learned her place yet, I would first like a head harness with a magic suppressant ring built in. Then that gag from the exhibitionism area that the slave was modeling, but I would like the base version with the bars puffing out the cheeks and holding the tongue in a spiked clamp outside the mouth.”

Dirge brings his hoof to his chin and taps it while thinking. “The head harness will need to be able to attach to her dock piercing-” With that Dirge forces his companion to turn around and bend over, moving her tail out of the way, displaying her pierced dock as well as her ponut and testicles. “-to ensure that when attached her head is yanked back and her tail is flagged. She will also need some kind of restraints that allow me to position her however I wish but do not get in the way when I use her. Finally she will need a chastity cage to contain her disobedient marecock.” Again he gestures and the mare, sporting a massive blush, rolls over onto her back, this time to show off her still erect phallus. “Can this shop supply all of that?” The shopmare finishes writing after taking a moment to examine the mare, licking her lips to catch the drool leaking out. With a shake of her head she comes back to her senses and looks at her notes. “Well, Sir, the harness and attached dock piercing are easy enough. For the restraints…” The mare trails off in thought before her face lights up and she quickly writes something down. “How about a set of magnetic locking restraints that can either be set to attract or repel each other based on the owner’s desire. If the slave tries to overcome them with raw physical strength, a strong electrical shock will be applied until such a time as they lose muscle control of their limbs and the magnetic restraints either force their legs apart or back together again. For the chastity cage, hm.” She leans down and closely examines the mare’s cock, breathing in deeply and shuddering in pleasure at the strong scent. She notices the piercing in the head of it and nods her head. “How cruel would you like the chastity cage, Sir?” “Painful and uncomfortable are preferable. This slave needs to be reminded of her cock and that it is not something for her to use for pleasure.”

The mare, still splayed on her back, lets out a whimper, painfully erect at the thought of all the new gear that will be tormenting her, her cock twitching as a bead of pre-cum forms at the tip. A deep blush covers her face and her eyes stare off into space vacantly. “Well then, the store can offer a chastity cage lined internally with small spikes. They will keep her penis uncomfortable and stimulated at all times. The head of the cage can also have an integrated attachment for her existing piercing so that she will always be just slightly exposed, pushing into the spikes. For a final feature the cage can have a space expansion enchantment until the final lock is clicked into place making it much easier to fit everything in. When the enchantment is dispelled everything inside will be painfully squeezed and forced to press against the cage.”

“That sounds perfect. How long will it take to get all of that made and ready for pickup?” The stallion almost bounced on his tippyhooves like a foal in a candy store.

“Slave TS-7925 will need to come back in a week for a final fitting and modification of the gear. It should be done that day unless a complication arises. You may also have her sign a contract to model the new purchases with a larger discount for a longer time spent modeling. But that is something to be decided when everything is ready for pickup.” “Perfect, now come along, slave, I believe you asked me for a nice long flogging session earlier and I do love to fulfill such desires.” He begins to walk out of the store, tugging on her leash. The mare quickly turns over and stands up lest she be dragged along the ground or yanked off her hooves again. She follows him out with her head bowed and her blush still covering her face. The shopmare waves goodbye as they open the door, a gentle smirk on her muzzle. “Thank you for shopping at The Dragon’s Hoard. Please come again soon.”

Guard Gangbang

Author's Note

Guard Gangbang written by Brony-Wan-Kenobi, edited by Seraphem.
Hunter takes part in a massive cops and escaped convicts rolepay within The City

Contains: Gangbang, costumes, domination, officer/prisoner roleplay

Guard Gangbang

I can’t believe they talked me into this, thought Star Hunter as he looked at the suit of armor hanging from a hook on the wall within a warehouse like structure. It was the standard purple Night Guard attire with the odd fin on top of the helmet and midnight blue eye in the center of the chest piece. While the Clocktower Society had done everything possible to make sure it looked like the real thing, they had made sure that the eye on the chest was the Clocktower logo so that no pony could confuse it for the real thing during the heat of the scenario. There were probably a few other changes and modifications that had been made, yet as of this moment, Hunter couldn’t tell.

Sighing to himself, Hunter removed his mask as he began to put on the armor while also looking around at his fellow Doms who would be joining him for this event within The City. From where he stood, he could see that most of them were ponies. However, none of them had to put on the Guard uniform that had the stupid fin. These ponies (earth, unicorn, and pegasus) were putting on the standard Royal Guard uniform. Most were the golden version with the blue star in their chests, but Hunter did see a few silver versions that hailed from the Crystal Empire. While none of these ponies had a problem with their armors, the same could not be said for the other races in the room. Hunter could see that a few changelings in the room were putting on the golden armor at a clearly slower pace as were a couple of griffons. The thestral could make out only one Diamond Dog holding up his armor and shaking it about as if to test its durability. He didn’t spot any Yaks here tonight…which was probably a good thing considering the nature of the event.

Once the armor was fully on, Hunter quickly became aware of the some of the features his suit contained. The helmet, for example, functioned the same way his mask did with the Eagle Vision turned on. Judging by the reactions around him, the other Doms were noticing this as well. Another modification he discovered was that the armor was adjusting to his size. Where at first it seemed a little too big for him the armor was now slowly shrinking in size so that it would be a perfect fit. It also seemed to be making sure that his cock and balls were uncovered. Hunter also realized that along with the armor came one of his favorite tools within the Society: the Claw. As the stallion attached the triple bladed weapon to his hoof memories of his first time with both Moondancer and Lightning Dust surfaced to the forefront of his mind. With this tool he had sliced through their attire without fear of actually cutting them thanks to the magic it held. Just thinking about those times was enough to cause his cock to momentarily poke out of its sheath. Along with the Claw, Hunter also noticed he had a retractable spreading bar attached to the side of his armor as well as two pairs of hoofcuffs.

“Ok everyone, gather round,” came a voice off in the distance. Hunter, along with every other Dom in the room, looked around for a moment before spotting a figure standing on top of some crates on the other side of the room. As they drew nearer to him, Hunter saw that it was a griffon wearing armor that signified him as Captain of the Royal Guard. The stallion also noticed that there were two other ponies wearing the same purple armor as him. One was a slightly older stallion who looked right at home while wearing his uniform while the other was a mare who had to keep brushing her mane out of her face every so often. Seeing the two of them helped relieve a bit of fear that Hunter had started to have. For a moment, he had felt like the only reason he had been invited into this little scene was because they were lacking a thestral for the Night Guard!

“Ok, looks like this is everyone,” said the griffon after a moment, scanning the crowd as he talked. “Now then, before we begin I’d like to go over tonight’s special scenario. At some point tonight within The City, a group of Subs will be breaking out of prison and trying to avoid recapture. As loyal members of the Guard, it is your sworn duty to apprehend these escapees as well as ‘interrogate’ them however you see fit. You outnumber them four to one so please work together.” The griffon paused for a moment to clear his throat. “Seeing this is set within The City and there are still other members using the area, you are only to go after those Subs dressed in the standard striped prison outfits. They are your only prey for tonight. If at any point one of them wishes to leave, it is your duties as Doms to ensure that they make it to the nearest Recovery and Aftercare Center. Beyond that, standard rules apply. Does everyone understand?”

As everyone voiced their agreement, a large doorway slid open revealing The City. At once, all of the Doms took to the streets and air. As Hunter flapped his wings to become airborne, he couldn’t help but think how this was similar to the first time he entered The City. That night had been Predator’s Night, one of the few nights of the year when it was a free for all. It was the night he had first chased Moondancer through the streets before finally capturing her. Just thinking back to what they did that night made him excited.

For some time Hunter flew above The City, scanning its streets for signs of his targets for the night like the other airborne Doms. Below all he could see were other Society members active in their own chases. Many of the Subs were looking over their shoulders from time to time as they waited for their Doms to begin the chase. Others were already in the middle of their fun, running across the rooftops, streets, and in the air.

Then, about twenty or so minutes into the scene, Hunter caught the signs that it had started. Two pegasi and a griffon had dove down towards the ground in the factory section. As he turned to head in that direction, Hunter saw that he wasn’t the only one heading that way. It was like a signal had been lit alerting all of them to gather in this one location. Just by glancing around him Hunter could see all of the other fliers moving towards that spot at a breakneck pace. Looking down Hunter spotted a large group of armored Doms lead by a Diamond Dog racing in the middle of the streets in the same direction as him. Hunter looked up in time to see a pegasus mare wearing striped prison outfit taking to the sky. She paused for a moment when she saw all of the Doms heading towards her before quickly turning around to fly as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

While many of the Doms gave chase to this mare, speeding up as fast as they could, Hunter actually slowed down. A part of him urged to follow them. This part of him feared that if he didn’t hurry then he might have to wait to join in if all the Subs that were more to his liking were already taken. However, a part of him argued that he didn’t know if they had all been caught. For all he knew right now was that one or more had been seen and that the chase was on. There was a good chance that more prey was out there, his fellow armored Dom’s running past them without bothering to check each and every corner due to their haste. Seeing them act this way might even cause a few to move out deeper into The City, being visible for somepony like him. It was a gamble to be sure, but it was one he was willing to take.

So, with all of the skills Hunter had gained within The City, he began to search for his prey. The streets below were now littered with trash, its alleyways cleaner. The buildings were mostly grey with the only windows being on the upper floors, allowing somepony like Hunter the ability to look down on the empty floors within should he so choose. The areas around the factories were walled up by chain link fences that could be scaled by the youngest of foals who would be so daring. But beyond that, there didn’t seem to be a soul moving across the empty streets.

For a moment, it looked like Hunter might have been wrong. Perhaps they had all be caught and this was a foolish move on his part. Then, as he flew between one of the smokestacks on top of one of the factories, he spotted movement. Using the Eagle Eye feature his helmet zoomed in on a Diamond Dog Sub jumping over a fence in a one piece striped prison uniform that ripped slightly as she leapt. Halting in mid air, the thestral stallion considered his target. She had no idea he was here and she was the first he had seen of the prisoners thus far that didn’t have anyone chasing her. It might be his only chance to get in a good chase before the night ended. On the other hoof, Diamond Dogs were not a turn on for him. It would be fun to chase her, but that would be it. Also if he did chase her then he might miss out on a chance to snag another prey. After all, if this one got away from the others then there was a chance that others had alluded them as well.

So with that thought, Hunter flew away from his potential target as he looked for another one.

As he continued to soar overhead, Hunter spotted two more moving down the streets. Thanking his good fortune, Hunter licked his lips as he zoomed in on the two. One of them was an earth pony mare, looking over her shoulder for any possible ‘Guards’ who might have spotted them. The sight of the other one, however, caused Hunter’s eyes to widen. It was a griffon! Thanks to her prison uniform covering up most of her features, Hunter was only able to see that her head was white with black rings around her eyes while her tail was grey with black stripes. He could tell that she was smarter than that pegasus he had seen earlier. Rather than flying around in the open where she was more likely to get caught, she was staying low to the ground while also watching the skies for potential ‘Guards’. Thankful, it appeared he hadn’t been spotted or else she would have been running the other way.

Hunter didn’t need to think about who he was going to chase a second longer. Pulling his wings closer to his body the thestral dove downwards towards the griffon. In a boring world, this would have been the end of it. At the speed he was going at, he would have caught her before she knew what had happened. But luckily for Hunter, that didn’t happen. Something must have tipped her off for she looked in his direction and jumped out of the way. The mare with her bolted down the street as Hunter made a U-turn in the air to go back for his real prey.

“Halt in the name of the Two Sisters!” yelled Hunter as he got into character, his heart rate increasing slightly as he did. The griffon did not disappoint him, bolting off to the side towards one of the factories while opening her wings. She didn’t take off, instead running as fast as her four legs could take her.

Looking forward, Hunter saw the doors to the factory getting ever closer. He had never been in one of them but he did know there were an awful lot of chains within, not to mention plenty of straps attached to the wall. He wondered if she knew this and wanted to get there faster or if she has running ahead without really thinking. Hunter watched as she reached the door, her talons on the handles as he neared…only to let go without even trying to open the door! A faint! At the speed he was going at, Hunter was going to plow right into the door while his prey ran alongside the wall.

…Or at least he would have if not for some of the tricks Lightning had shown him. Hunter quickly twisted his body around as he stopped his flapping so that his legs were facing the doors. This helped slow him down and when his hooves touched the surface of the door he bent his knees to help absorb the impact. Grinning he then launched himself forwards towards his target. The griffon was running as fast as she could, eyes fixed on the chain fence several yards away and not bothering to look behind her anymore. She then made the huge mistake of slowing down, leaning back on her haunches while spreading her wings as far as she could. It was clear to Hunter what she planned on doing, to take off into the air instead of jumping the fence. It was in that moment that Hunter was able to close the gap. Her cry of surprise rang through the air as his hooves wrapped around her so that her wings were forcibly pressed against her sides.

“First escaping jail and then resisting arrest,” breathed Hunter as he pressed her against the ground. “You’re in some deep trouble.” His eyes shot towards her tail were a white strap held her bell that remained silent. Slowly his gaze shifted down her tail towards her rump and the moist patch between her legs as she laid there breathing just as heavily. The scent of her arousal was filling the air.

“Please,” she said in a begging tone as she turned her head to look at him. “D-Don’t send me back. I’m innocent.”

“That’s what they all say,” was Hunter’s reply as he took out the hoof cuffs. As quickly as he could, he pulled both of her talons to her back so he could cuff them. Personally he was glad no other Dom was here at that moment for he missed her wrist the first time. A mistake that was easily corrected and, once he was done, Hunter got off of her so that he could better inspect his prey a bit better. From what he could tell by her back paws and the way she felt when he had held her, she was leaner than what her uniform suggested. Her facial features were softer than what he had seen on most griffons, especially her eyes.

The griffon let out a whimper, bringing Hunter back to the scene. “Tell me, how did you and your fellow inmates escape? This might be your only chance at leniency.”

His prey’s eyes darted back and forth, clearly thinking of something to answer him with. “I-I don’t know. One minute I was eating dinner and the next I heard there was a break out.” She then did her best to get onto her knees, but failed due to not being able to use either her arms or wings. “I know it was a stupid thing to do sir, but you don’t know what it’s like for a griffon in a pony prison. I had to get out of there! Please, don’t send me back there. Anything’s better than that pit.”

Hunter let out a hum as he circled towards her rear. “Anything, did you say?” he asked as his hoof touched her rump. It felt a tad boney yet altogether not bad. He could feel her shiver, from his tone or touch he couldn’t say at the moment. “I doubt you have any bits on you.”

“N-Noooooo,” wailed the griffon as Hunter’s hoof moved to touch her wet spot. “I don’t have an-anything to my name.”

“Such a pity,” replied Hunter as he pulled back his hoof. As he rounded back to her front he put on a sinister grin, making sure to show his fangs. “But you do have your body. That certainly has at least some value. All I need to do is figure out if its worth rescuing your criminal hide.”

“But I’m not-,” began the griffon, only to stop as Hunter grabbed her prison uniform with his teeth, pulling her up into a sitting position without any warning given. Opening his wings again the thestral flew back to her front and landed on his hind legs while his front were placed on the bond griffon’s shoulders. He could feel her breath against his rod which had become unsheathed, ready to be pleasured.

“Let’s see how good your mouth is scum,” said Hunter as he pushed his hips forwards, feeling his dick against her beak. “Do a good job or else you’ll be back in your cell faster than you can blink. And if you bite it…” Hunter let his threat hang to add some additional fear.

The griffon said nothing and did nothing for several seconds. Narrowing his eyes, Hunter considered smacking her with one of his wings only to be stopped when he felt a tentative tongue against his meat. The tongue was far different than what he had expected. It was rougher like a cat’s, but round and thick like a bird’s. Given what Hunter was used to this did feel a bit odd, but certainly not off putting in the least. The way she licked him was also every different. Whenever Moondancer or Lightning serviced his cock, there was always some form of worshiping going on. True, Moondancer was more of a novice compared to her herd sister, but it was the same type of feel with long and slow licks to better savor his taste while moaning his praise. This time, the griffon’s tongue was frantically trying to coat him as quickly as she could. Hunter could feel the fear in her movements and pace, exciting him in a primal way.

Soon her beak was pressed against the head of Hunter’s member, its edge against his slit. The stallion could feel her breathing hard against it as if she were stealing herself for what she was about to do. It took her several deep breaths before she opened up her beak, quickly followed by Hunter grunting at the feel of her mouth. Warm and wet like the ones he was used to, but there was an added sense of danger to be felt. Despite her beak being opened to encompass his girth, he could still feel its edges along his rod. He could feel her trying her best to extend her jaw, but it didn’t go much higher. He could feel the beating of his heart quick. If she wanted, as she had to do was close her beak to cause him no small amount of pain.

With her beak opened, Hunter began to thrust into her mouth as far as he could. The griffons gagging and whimpering could be heard yet was ignored. There was a thrill in this that Hunter had never expected. He knew what that beak could do to him ever easily, but instead she had submitted to this treatment. A fierce and proud griffon wanted to be treated this way by a soft pony. With each thrust, Hunter could more clearly smell her arousal. He could see her claws behind her back trying to reach one of the holes meant for his cock in order to give herself pleasure only to be unable to reach it. Again and again, Hunter trust into her mouth while his cock began to twitch.

Knowing that his orgasm was quickly coming, Hunter considered his options. Then, with a devious grin, he pulled out of her mouth as the last of his restraints failed. White hot cum shot out in a powerful burst all over the griffon’s beak and face. Before it could even begin to drip, another rope was fired followed by another. More and more cum coated the griffon’s feathers, blending in with the white. Both were panting as Hunter let go of the captured Sub allowing her to fall to the ground.

It was then that Hunter heard something that caused his ears to twitch. It was the sound of hooves landing on the ground. “Nice work there soldier,” came a mare’s voice. Hunter turned his head and nodded an acknowledgement to the thestral mare who was now walking towards them. Once more brushing her mane out of her face, the mare proceeded to circle around the griffon who laid there panting on the ground.

“Are others on their way?” asked Hunter as he too began to circle the griffon so that they were like two wolves circling a wounded deer.

“Maybe,” said the mare as she stopped in front of the griffon. “Last I saw, most of them were cornering the escapees who were dumb enough to get caught so quickly. A few others are out looking for the smart ones who snuck away in the chaos. I just happened to spot you hogging this little birdie all to yourself.” The mare then leaned her face close to the griffon’s. “So what’s your story?”

The griffon answered, her voice trembling as she did. “I-I’m innocent.”

“Promised I wouldn’t take her back if she was worth it,” said Hunter, causing both the mare and the griffon to turn to look at him. “So far, I think she is.”

“Oh,” replied the mare as she raised herself to her full height. As she did, the griffon gave Hunter a relieved look. “So you plan on helping this criminal scum escape justice? Help her leave Equestria to run off?”

“She’s not going anywhere,” said Hunter as he looked down at the griffon’s rear. “I only promised she’d never have to go back to that prison. Instead, I was thinking of taking her back to my place and using her as my personal cum dump for the rest of her life. Seems like a better idea then letting such a prime pleasure tool go to waste in some cell.” As he spoke, Hunter noticed the griffon’s rump sway side to side slowly as her tails swished. The stallion lowered his head to get closer to the wetness staining her uniform pants, breathing in her wanting desire. At the same time, he noted that her back paws had curled up. “It seems like this cunt likes that idea.”

“Noooo,” wailed the griffon as she brought her legs together. Despite this, her hips were still swaying as if someone else was controlling them. Using his hooves, Hunter pulled them apart while using his wings to take the spreader bar from his armor. Quicker than when he had used the cuffs he was able to attach the bar keeping her legs from closing.

“That won’t happen if I report you,” said the thestral mare with a sly smile. “But, maybe if you share…”

Hunter chuckled darkly as he attached the claw to his hoof. “Well, I certainly don’t mind,” he replied. The stallion glanced up to see the mare’s evil smile before she looked down at their bond captive.

“Well then,” said the mare as she extended a hoof. “Guess it’s my turn to see how good that tongue of yours is. Slut, lick my hoof.”

As the mare let out a pleasant hum, Hunter returned to the plot at hoof. With his metal claw, he pressed the dull side up against her covered slit. He heard the griffon moan at it touch before bringing her tail over to prevent him from doing that again, however Hunter swatted it away with a leathery wing. Slowly he teased her, dragging it up and down between her lower lips. Once or twice it seemed like she was pushing back against it to get a better feel. Smirking, Hunter changed it so that the tip of the claw was now tracing her slit. There wasn’t enough pressure there to cut the material, but just enough so that he hoped she would feel it. A gasp confirmed that she had in fact felt it.

After toying with her like this a bit longer, Hunter moved the tip of his blade to where her black star was located. Again the mare gasped, turning her head to look at him only to have the mare grab her head to pull her back. Slowly Hunter traced the outer rim, putting on just enough pressure so she could feel it there yet careful not to cut anything just yet. As he did, he kept both an eye and an ear out for the bell tied to her tail. So far the griffon hadn’t made any attempt to slow them down or tell them not to do anything. He could also hear a light purr, meaning everything was alright so far.

Calmly, Hunter removed the claw and brought his hoof up to the rim of her pants. He pulled down on it slightly, as if he were about to take off. However, a second later he let go and brought the claw back down. Grinning he cut an opening for her two holes large enough so that both would be easily visible. The sound of her clothing being ripped caused the griffon to moan as well as attracting more ‘Guards’ to their location. As Hunter gently slipped a bladed claw into her wet snatch, a changeling and an earth pony Dom approached them.

“Hmm,” went the mare. Hunter looked up, seeing her inspecting her hoof. “Still dirty. This horny slut is going to need some work. I wonder if she can even please a mare. If not, I doubt there will be any reason for me to help cover for the two of you.” The mare then grabbed the griffon by her feathered head, lifting it up to ensure that they were looking eye to eye. In that moment, Hunter noticed the griffon’s tail shake once yet no sound came from the bell. He thought for a moment of calling it a halt to everything, but remembered that their prey could still speak freely. If she really wanted this to end she could have said the safe word. For the moment, Hunter would let things play out. But if things got too out of hoof he could stop it. “Is that what you want slut? To go back to some shitty cell for the rest of your life?”

“N-No,” stammered the griffon. “P-please, I…I’ll try h-harder.”

The thestral mare grunted as she released her hold on the griffon. Hunter watched as the mare sat down, spreading her legs without the slightest hint of shame for both him and the griffon to see. “Then here’s your last chance slut. Use that tongue to make me cum.” The griffon nodded her head before diving in.

As the mare’s wings grew erect and a smile appeared on her lips, Hunter lined his flare against the griffon’s pussy. Having waited long enough to truly test out his prize he began to insert his cock inside her. He could see the griffon’s body growing tense, the claws on her back legs extending out as she clawed at the ground. She screamed into the mare’s pussy which, in turn, caused the mare to cry out as well. Hunter understood why, with a frame this small it was no wonder that her folds would be extra tight. That as well as the fact that griffon cocks were different from that of a pony’s.

As Hunter continued to slowly enter her, the other two ‘Guards’ began move in closer. With both their pleasure shafts rock hard, they approached the bound griffon before gently stroking their meat. Getting ready for when it would be their turn.

“Don’t stop licking,” growled the mare in annoyance as the griffon was breathing heavily. “Don’t act like this is the first cock you’ve had in that dirty hole.”

“Never,” breathed the griffon as Hunter sank in a bit deeper. He could see her talons opening before quickly closing over and over again. “Had. Pony. Be-before. Different.”

“Well you better get used to it,” said Hunter with a grunt. “Because from this night on, I’ll be your master. Who you were before this night will no longer matter. I will use this cock to train your every hole until you are the perfect fuck toy for us, eagerly taking any cock or licking any pussy in sight with a smile on your beak. You will beg for our cum to coat your every meal and pain will be delivered swiftly when you break the rules. That will how you will spend the rest of your life…unless, of course, you would rather go back to jail.” As Hunter spoke, he could see that his fellow Doms were leaning in closer to hear her answer, stroking their shafts a bit fast.

As Hunter buried his cock deep inside the griffon, she screamed again into the mare’s pussy. The stallion held there for a moment, granting the griffon mercy by not pounding away. As quickly as she could at the moment, the griffon lifted her head and yelled out to everyone around. “No! Please, make me your slave! Do anything you want to me! Fuck me all day and night! Treat me however you want I don’t care anymore! Please just don’t send me back and fuck me master!”

Hunter smirked. “Then let’s begin your training.” With that said, Hunter began to pound relentlessly into the griffon’s wet snatch. All of his restraint was forgotten as Hunter plowed deep inside her, no rhythm whatsoever only brutal force that stretched her walls even further. Looking down at her, Hunter noticed that her head was now lying against the ground with her mouth hanging open. Judging by her half closed eyes her mind had checked out leaving the mare to stand while letting out a huff.

“We’re going to need to teach this birdie bitch a thing or two about what happens when you displease your mistress,” growled the mare as she moved more of her mane out of her face. At the same time, the changeling ‘Guard’ moved towards the griffon and lifted her head with his hoof. Careful not to hurt her, the changeling brought his cock to her open mouth. Hunter watched as it slid in, careful not to hurt himself on her beak, before beginning to face fuck her. His thrusting was careful and controlled, going in deep enough so that that she wouldn’t gag or have any breathing problems with the condition she was still in

As for the earth pony ‘Guard’, Hunter had noticed him walking into the factory not too long ago.

Over and over, Hunter continued his relentless thrusts while more Dom’s approached them. They all approached slowly, their dicks unsheathed and hard as their circled around. One of the new ones placed a hoof on the changeling’s shoulder, asking silently for a turn with her beak. The changeling complied, removing his cock from her mouth so that another could use it for the cock sleeve it was. It continued like this for a while, one Dom face fucking her for a bit before letting the next one have a turn. Those that waited cheered Hunter on, telling him to rut her senseless while others voiced their own desire to do the same. Insults and jabs were thrown at the griffon who seemed to barely register them.

Eventually, Hunter felt his orgasm approaching. He sped up his thrusts more and slapped her on her flank, the sound echoing all around them. “Get ready,” he grunted. “Here comes your master’s gift. Be thankful.” A bit of attention returned into her eyes. She then let out a garbled slur of speech that almost sounded like ‘Thank you’ but beyond that even Hunter’s thestral hearing could make sense of the sounds. Still, the sound she made was enough to help Hunter reach that climax. With a final thrust, his pleasure tool sent out a large rope of cum deep inside her. As his white hot load splashed against her inner walls, the griffon’s claws dug into the ground while her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

After several more rope shots were fired into the griffon sub, Hunter pulled out allowing some of his seed to sploosh out. With a wave of his hoof, he told the current ‘Guard’ using her throat to back off before reaching for the hoof cuffs. Within seconds the griffon’s front claws were freed, falling to her sides as she breathed in the air around her. After tossing the cuffs off to the side Hunter undid the spreading bar before positioning the griffon so that she was sitting on her flank, legs only partly spread for the moment as the other Doms gathered round.

“Slave, present yourself to your other master’s,” said Hunter as he remained behind her. The griffon gave a brief nod as she spread her legs out as far as she could before bringing her claws down to her cum coated cunt to spread that as well. Hunter then looked out at the rest of the Dom’s. “Everypony, this criminal filth has agreed to be our pleasure tool for the rest of her life in exchange for not going to jail. Do you think she can handle it?”

Several of the Dom’s in front put on mock expressions of indecision. Some were slightly shaking their heads. This seemed to spark some more life into the griffon’s expression. “P-Please, let this…slave show you what she can do. Allow me please all of you with all my holes.” As if to emphasise this, the griffon did her best to push her hips towards the crowd.

Hunter and several other Doms chuckled at this. “Well, she seems eager,” he said followed by many nods. “Lets see what’s she’s got.” With that, Hunter pushed the griffon forwards towards the group where she almost landed on her face. They all watched with hungry eyes as she scrambled over to them and went to work. Her beak clamped around the nearest cock, bobbing it up and down while she sucked on her. Her claws reached out towards the closest cocks as well, stroking them with all her might to give her captures release. One of them didn’t take very long to cum, shooting a couple ropes across her neck and wings before going limp. He was then replaced by another Dom who found his cock in the griffons grip.

As for Hunter, he sat back and watched the scene unfold before him. More cocks were being brought towards the griffon’s beak, who would pull back from the meat stick she was working on to take a deep breath before moving on to the next. Faster and faster she went, doing her best to service as any as she could while her claws pleased those they could. Another Dom had moved behind her, either placing his dick in her pussy or ass, began to fuck her just as vigorously as Hunter had. None of them were giving her a break nor did she seem to experience the same euphoria as before. Perhaps she was fighting that feeling in order to prove that she could in fact please all of those here as she shot blast after blast of cum all over her feathers and uniform.

This went on for almost an hour and a half. By then, nearly all of the Doms had shot their load on her body. Several of them had even filled her inside with their cream which was running down between her legs. The griffon looked exhausted, panting hard and looking like she was ready to drop over at any moment.

“Ok,” came a voice off to the side. Hunter and every other Dom their turned their heads to see that the earth pony Dom who had gone into the factory had returned with a long link of chain. He stood besides a lamp post where the links dangled and attached to it was the spreader bar. A very crud job, but it looked like it would hold up nicely. “Who’s up for some DP action?”

Several Doms perked at the idea, some even getting a hard on again just by thinking about it. Even Hunter had to admit that the idea of the griffon being bound, legs spread as she dangles in the air to make it easier to fuck both lower holes was an alluring idea. However, one look at the griffon told them all that she was far too exhausted to do something like this. The Doms looked at each other, as if wondering how to handle this while the earth pony tapped his hoof impatiently.

Finally, as the earth pony rolled his eyes before walking over to where the griffon was, Hunter spoke a single word loud enough for all of them to hear. “Clockface.” At once, all of the Doms in the area stopped in their tracks as Hunter approached the griffon who was resting on the ground. When he got close enough, the stallion laid on the ground as well so he was at eye level with the panting Sub before speaking again. “You look exhausted. Doing something like this in the state you’re in isn’t healthy.”

“Thanks,” replied the griffon, her voice coming out like a whisper. “But I think I can manage.” She then tried to stand back up as if to prove that she was alright, but with her eyes closed and grunting just to do so it was clear that it was taking a large amount of effort just to do so. Rather than continue, the griffon gave up before returning to look at Hunter with reddened cheeks that he found adorable on her. “I think I do need a rest.”

Smiling, Hunter stood up. “Ok you heard her everyone. Towertop. Fun’s over.”

“What?!” shouted the earth pony as he approached Hunter. “What’s the big idea buddy? I haven’t had my turn because I was setting all this up for all of us. Do you have any idea how hard it was without wings or magic?”

“Well you could have asked,” said a Dom off to the side. Several ‘Yeah’s’ and a couple ‘he’s right’ were heard around them.

“Look at her,” said Hunter as she pointed at the griffon with one of his wings. The earth pony, however, did not avert his gaze from Hunter. Still the thestral continued. “She’s well past the point of being tired and I don’t think anyone here wants to see her hurt herself. Since I said the safe word, I’ll take her to the aftercare so she can get some treatment. If she feels up to it then she might be able to continue.” Many of the Doms nodded in agreement. The most noticeable one who did not was the one standing in front of Hunter. He merely narrowed his eyes as Hunter walked around him.

With the help of the unicorns in the group, Hunter was able to get the griffon on his back quickly and safely. As the group scattered to see if they could find another group, Hunter made his way towards the exit.

“Thanks,” came the griffon’s voice. “Always wanted to do something like this. Guess I got carried away. Should have paced myself, ya know?”

“Don’t worry about it,” replied Hunter as they neared one of the exits. It would have gone much faster if he could fly, however he didn’t want to risk dropping her. In the state she was in Hunter had no idea if she could react properly or even fly. Best to play it safe. “We all make mistakes.”

“Hey, when we get to the aftercare would you mind if I added you to my contacts?” asked the griffon. “What you did back there, looking out for me, makes me think I can trust you.”

Hunter grinned. “Wouldn’t mind at all.”

The First Eternity

Author's Note

The First Eternity, written by Chosen Heart.

An excerpt out of Kindler scripture detailing the beginning of the CTS tradition of eternity collaring, specifically the first eternity collaring, a collar forged by the Fire of Devotion itself, binding Saint Collelia, the Firstbound.

The First Eternity

Come and listen, O Seeker Mine... Come and see, O Seeker Mine...The tale of fire, opulence and gold, daring to trifle upon time. Borne by capricious currents, tumultuous tales tainting treasures of treason bought. O Seeker Mine, be blinded not by Light nor Dark, fortuitous to gaze upon legend. Gelid grasp upon the lifeblood of the land, servants of inevitable truth, brought thy ancestors to extinction. So it was, so it had been, and so it should be. Apocalyptic apotheosis through glacial embrace. Entropy, expressed in eternal executioners. All succumb to the existential end, nothingness in stasis brought by spectral steeds. Wendigo, O Seeker Mine. Nomenclature elected by mortality for entities beyond mortal kin. Fortune, Fate, and spirit. None served as bastion to blind obliteration. And so you were found, O Seeker Mine.

A capricious saviour, devastation danced between on hooves of smouldering conflagration. Sigil of subservience upon their throat, paracausal power perched upon their brow. So it was, thy forebearers’ bargain for power answered. The first Risen strode through that which cast oblivion upon their fellow. And yet, O Seeker Mine, they were not unmade. Presented to that which all cease before, the Risen did not. Hate and wrath and fury fed within, tempered in hope and love, the Risen were reforged upon Devotion.And so, when naught remained but ice, inevitability was condemned to slaughter. From blackest nothing sprung resolute existence, and so the Risen claimed their name by flame and hammer and infernal spirit.

O Seeker Mine, forget thy altars. Cast aside thine idols and statues. For salvation came naught from stone, but from fire. Awash in heat and light, Windigo found another being paracausal. An entity borne of power beyond existence, sculptor of reality by nature alone. Though the war cast much to oblivion, brought by blaze and chill in equal measure, rejoice O Seeker Mine. For Wendigo was, and is, and shall be found wanting.

Beneath hoof and claw thy forebearers brought oblivion to trample. Thousand’s thousand marched, in conflict finding peace. Mine armor in Love. Mine shield Friendship. Mine arms are Devotion. In those whom became Mine, shall bear Fire within and without. So it was, where seas grew thin, Beginning and End came to Fate’s final crossroads. Hearthlight became the end of all.In greatest triumph, that which Rose thy forebearers realized loss. Servant of flame, bearer of Devotion to all but herself, was found wanting. Marked by negation, as none but those Risen would return. None remained beyond that end, body and soul lost to the logic of the cold. This creature of mortal blood, as that blood was spilt only to cease, buoyed by that which Devotion is born, cast herself to sacrifice. What would be made cold oblivion was hurled to the Flame, and consumed. This will not do, O Seeker Mine.

O Seeker Mine, suffer not to be Risen. Such a fate is beneath you. O Seeker Mine, cinders shall be thine least mark upon thy world. O Seeker Mine, thy soul shall be Heat and Fire and Light. Thy body shall be flesh and inferno thine soul. Thy Love shall flow, thy heart shall shine, thy form adamantine. Thou shalt be Fire. So thou shall be mine, I shall be made manifest. O Lover Mine, bear and be born anew. Thou shall know no death, and by thy sacrifice shall give Devotion sight. So that thine world shall be known, and Loved, and made Greater. Collelia, O Lover Mine, by thy will, I am. By thy consent, thou shall be. By your Devotion. By your love. We are one.~The Journal of Saint Collelia, on Apotheosis. Scribbled in the margin, written in smouldering adamantine: "The First Eternity."

Smoothing the Crease Out

Author's Note

'Smoothing the Crease Out' by Sepia

A good little slave does her best to convince a potential dom to join the Society.

Contains: BDSM, bondage, mare-on-mare action

Smoothing the Crease Out

“So, this purple band here means that I really, well, I go for all sorts of, um--oh, this is embarrassing--being treated like, a, um, object,” the first mare’s nervous quiver of a voice explained, its owner stepping ahead of the other mare.

“Uhuh,” the second mare’s low, soft, restrained voice replied.

“And these silver studs right here, see them? They mean, well, that I’m ‘free use’, ya’know?”

“Yeah?” The second mare flicked her tail and looked away towards the nearest wall. There were posters everywhere. That one, a picture of a maid all exposed. Maybe too exposed. The right amount of too exposed for wearing a skimpy skirt like that. And that one, a description of the ‘crawl’ position. And that one over there, a list of those ‘safewords’ she’d heard about.

“And my bell’s, like, gold, so, um, it means I go for sorta’ harder stuff? One ring means I consent… or I’m testing it. And three means--you can see the poster right there, they’re all there!” Her light blue hoof pointed.

“Mhm.” The second mare saw the poster alright.

“And the white part of course--of my collar. How could I forget,” the first giggled, “means I’m looking for someone to dom me as like, a partner. A coltfriend, but kinky.” She smirked scandalously.

“Yeah, so...” The second mare fell silent, and the conversation headed right into awkward staring. But, she continued. “Swift, why are you wearing your…” She waved her hoof in circles. “That. The collar and, the rest.”

“Oh, well.” Swift smirked and brushed back her light purple mane. “I’m getting into character.” She blushed. Deeply.

“So you need to be an actor, here.” The second mare’s grey muzzle flicked into a frown, and her salmon eyes narrowed.

“Crease!” Swift huffed. “Come on, you know that’s not what I--Ugh!” She paused and buried her muzzle into her hooves by the floor. “You promised you’d give it a chance. Just, I’ll give you the tour, try to let loose just a bit, and if you don’t like it, just forget about it or something.”

“Like I could forget about you in a collar.” Crease laughed once.

She saw Swift’s quickly growing frown.

“Okay, alright, fine, I’ll, yeah, just...” Crease coughed to the side. “Yeah.”

“Good girl.” Swift patted her head. Crease nudged it off and mumbled to the side in her annoyance.

She looked upwards, then, as they crossed the threshold from the thaumalift’s hallway into the entrance hall. And she had to admit to herself, the place was well built. Beautiful. Awesome, in the new and old way of saying it, too. If she’d been in Canterlot she might even call it the same quality.

Vast arches swooped over them to end in four-sided stars so far up the pegasi looked like dull-colored dots. Pillars wreathed in the sculptures of a hundred thousand erotic scenes, many she recognized as kissing, groping and sex, far more she couldn’t place a memory on, held the roof, like great hooves raising the sky. And the ceiling itself was covered in stained glass that played patterns on the floor, perfectly set such that the light made each image--yes, image--move as if alive across the walls and tiled floor where it shone. Benches, more posters, even fine paintings fell flat under the architecture.

“All this for a sex club?” Crease sighed, keeping her head pointed forwards from there. Her hind legs shifted together, and her tail tucked down, one ear flicking back just a little, and the other shortly following.

“Oh, no, she’s a guest. I’m her guide today. Oh, what was that, Crease?” Swift tilted her head, then smirked at her. “Oh, I see those eyes. You like it. You’re impressed, I bet ya’.”

Crease breathed in to respond, but Swift was already distracted again.

“Yes, of course I have the forms. Yes, I have my tour scarf. Oh my Celestia just take the stack, you paperwork fetishist!”

Crease didn’t look. She didn’t want to.

Swift sighed and stepped up to her, nudging the back of her head with her muzzle. “Let’s just...” She smiled the most uncomfortable smile and flicked her eyes that way. “I don’t know how they get off on that.”

Crease gave her friend an amused snort. “So...”

“Right, let’s give you that tour.”

“So, um, these are the slave pens. And they’re for slaves, like, um, me.” Swift paused and smiled sheepishly, rubbing at her collar awkwardly.

“Alright.” Crease turned her eyes towards the ceiling, dull and bricky and covered in off-set iron chandeliers. She saw a few slaves hanging there too, from swinging cages on steel-colored chains. It looked dangerous. Her heart skipped a beat just thinking about one of them falling. They were probably pegasi up there, though, unless they weren’t.

Big described the pens in their entirety. Crease’s nose wrinkled. She could smell arousal, and more than arousal, and sweat, too, from far too many ponies to count. Not at all like the soft velvety, purfumed scent of the main hall, nor the clinical odor of the hallways just before. Cages were cramped into corners, and mares of all sorts stuffed them. Some were alone, some wearing so many strange devices, like balls in their mouth, or blindfolds and straps. Others were still coated in the results of their activities, or in a daze. But ever-present was the sound of moans, and the occasional crack of something on skin, then a scream of pain, which fizzled into another moan in the ocean.

Another mare might have flinched. Swift did, too, but she saw her smile ad shudder. Crease turned her head away and frowned deeper, but didn’t so much as twitch. Still, her brow furrowed and her hooves shifted every step, rubbing against each other as she lowered.

“Liking anything you see?” Another nervous smile from Crease’s friend pulled her slowly from her frown.

“I...” Crease was blushing. It was a light blush, but a blush all the same, and her distracted gaze told Swift much more.

So Swift stayed silent.

“So, we sign up for a cage somewhere, or for a scene, or for free use, and, well, um, when it’s the right time, we get a scene, and play our parts.”

“That acting thing again.”

“It’s not acting! It’s...” Swift sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, it’s acting, but,” Her hoof waved in a circle, and she swayed her head side to side. “But it’s natural. And it’s sexy. And I just thought maybe you’d like to try this with me, sub with me, just once?”

Crease’s frown deepened. A hoof raised to her heart, which beat a little faster than she thought it would.

“Oh who am I kidding, you ”

“I’m sorry,” Crease said.

Crease bit her lip and paused in the middle of the walk. Swift perked her ears and followed.

She breathed in.

“So, these ‘doms’... they just, take you from your cage and play around with you?” The grey mare started to blush a little deeper.

“Exactly--okay, well, not quite, but that’s what happens after you plan the scene. Come on, let me show you something. Just, just bear with me. Alright?” Swift smiled broadly and waved her over with her tail.

Swift took her hoof and tugged her deeper, past fading lights and fewer and fewer cages, until they came to a village--or what looked like a village. Wooden poles and X-shaped crosses dotted the roads, and in the center stood a grand stage, curtains and all, surrounded by a bustle of mares and stallions alike, some raising their hooves and shouting great sums of… tallies, lashes, brands? But they all stared at a trio of mares, exposed in a line, each gagged, each bound in place, all wide-eyed, squirming, moaning, and dripping as one. An auction. An auction to buy real mares. It was almost entrancing.

But not enough for Crease’s eyes to stay. She looked away, anywhere else. And yet, her blush grew deeper. She panted a little more. The corner of her lip twitched indecisively between up and down.

“So this is where they hold auction scenes. So, like, the doms come here and bet on them, and sometimes it’s set, but sometimes it’s not, and oh Celestia it’s amazing.” Swift smiled, then smiled instead in embarrassment, then looked away. “Ah, um, yeah. I really like it. It’s just, a place to let loose with yourself, and get out there and be kinky. No judgement! And, no, well...” But she looked towards Crease, and her smile became another smirk, but wider. She stayed silent once again.

Crease’s ears flicked towards another pair, a mare and a mare, one sitting, the other attending her with a tray. She spoke through a thin bit in her lips, slurring her words while the sitting mare looked expectantly on.

“Yesh, Mishtressh.”

Crease’s lips pressed together. ‘Mistress,’ she whispered, feeling the way her lips gently brushed together before the hiss of air. “Mistress...” she spoke aloud, this time, just loud enough for a pony walking with her to her. Her hoof raised to her lips, and she breathed out slow, the twitching corner of her mouth finally settling on a lopsided smile.

Swift couldn’t help but squee.

Crease widened her eyes and snapped her head towards her, then looked as far away as possible.

“Somepony likes that word,” Swift sang teasingly.

Crease closed her lips tight and kept up her pace, moving a bit faster while her eyes trailed up towards the ceiling to stare at empty space.

Swift swished her tail back and forth, keeping pace with her friend.

They stayed like that for a while, Swift occasionally giving Crease a gentle nudge or two, Crease doing her best to look at anything but Swift, or any other pairs. Her cheeks shone with an embarrassed flush, but as steps passed, and moans, and more pairs, that blush slowly faded, and Crease couldn’t keep down her ghost of a grin.

But, finally, Crease spoke again.

“So, uhh, your collar.” She started, rubbing at her own neck.

“Mhm?” Swift’s smirk spoke.

“What did you say it meant again?”

“So, like, the white means I want a dom partner, the purple means I like this sort a’ play like you see all around, and the studs are, well, free use!” Swift stood a bit taller, smiling with a little more confidence, a little more eagerness, enough to make her cheeks a bit sore.

The tone wasn’t lost on Crease, who lowered her head, cheeks marked with shame. “Free… use?”

“Like, if I wasn’t wearing this tour scarf, then just any dom here could take me, and, well,” She smirked, wiggling her hips and hind legs, flagging her tail for a brief moment. “Take me.”

Crease nodded once or twice, her pace slowing. She felt each and every crack of the stony brick ground against her frogs. And she waited a while longer.

And a little longer.

She breathed in to speak, then breathed out, eyes searching the ceiling as if trying to decide.

“And, just let loose, right?” Crease spoke louder, straightening.

“Yes! Exactly. Just. Let. Loose.” Swift tapped her chest thrice. Once for each word.

So Crease nodded, then nodded a little more.

She turned towards Swift and looked her over, from her mane, to her collar, to the cuffs around her hooves.

Swift smirked back, but Crease saw nervousness in her eyes too, like pelading, as if begging her to join her.

Crease nodded once again, lowering her head a bit, her smile growing a little. And Swift saw something else in Crease’s eyes, as if the salmon had brightened, as if she’d just lept over a great barrier and settled on the other side. Confidence.

Crease’s hoof snapped forwards and gripped Swift’s mane, and she kissed her hard.

Swift squealed, her eyes wide with surprise. “Crmmf? Whmffr?”

Crease kept her grip, her own eyes closed, and Swift felt the brush of a growing smirk not on, but against her lips. “Ohhmf Cl’msthh...” she groaned, melting forwards, lowering herself so she’d have to push up, the grip of each hair-tug on her scalp. Swift’s bell flicked, and her bell ringed once, echoing throughout the whole village-like chamber, and tossed her tour scarf off onto the floor.

Crease bent forwards, then parted, breathing heavily, lips and jaw parted, eyes alight with salmon-colored heat.

“Oh Crease,” Swift panted from below, raising a hoof to touch the other mare’s chest. “I had no idea you-”

Crease slapped her on the cheek. Swift gasped. Her breath caught. Crease’s left her in a rush. Both felt sting, Crease on her frog, tingling as the lingering feeling of force fluttered up her hoof and into her foreleg. Swift on her face, drifting to her lips and muzzle and a hint down her neck.

She paused for a moment, to let it sink in for both of them.

“So, what do you call a dom?” This time Crease asked with something approaching a leer.

“Mistress.” Swift breathed. Both their hearts skipped a beat.

They stood, panting, for a long moment. Finally, Swift spoke first.

“I’ll...” She swallowed. “Let me lead you to a room!”

Crease slapped her again, and lifted her hoof to watch it, before turning her attention towards Swift’s reddening cheek once more.

“Oh no. You tell me where it is, and I will lead you.” It came with an entirely different confidence. Firmness. Earth pony firmness, like a rock buried more than halfway into the ground.

‘Oh Celestia,’ was on Swift’s lips, as was the steady tingle of Crease’s kiss, not yet lost.

So they left.

Crease groaned and relaxed back on her seat in the middle of a little dungeon room as Swift dove in between her legs, forelegs bound tight by their cuffs with a little clip, right behind her back where Crease said they belonged.

“Good girl...” came her voice, an echo of Swift’s earlier words. Maybe even more condescending.

Swift lapped between her legs, her moans like ‘ah’s through a wide ring gag she’d picked herself, her drool splattering on the floor. Maybe she’d even get to clean up Crease’s mess once she’d made it!

Crease bit her lip, then whooshed out another moan, her long pants interspersed with little squeaks and twitches of her muzzle and hind legs, and her tail, as she, too, drooled onto the floor, but from her lower lips instead.

“Thaank yaa’, ‘aastraass,” swift moaned into Crease’s crease, her tongue driving in, then out, then in and out again, flicking up to her little nub, then dipped back down inside her.

Crease’s hinds started to tense, her forelegs gripped the arms of the chair a little more tighter. Each flick was like lightning to her. Not at all like a normal lick there. There was something about this that she couldn’t believe felt so much better. Her hoof came down, choosing to grip Swift’s mane instead of the arms, and tugged her head in tight, muffling her, her thighs squeezing her between them.

Swift squealed and twisted her head back and forth, her nose poking up past Crease’s crotch so she could breathe, and breathe hard. Crease gripped firmer, held tighter with her thighs, drove her in further while Swift’s upper lip brushed rapidly at her clit.

“Vh-very… oh... mmnhf...” Crease’s voice lost all its smooth composure, lost in her arousal. She’d let loose, let Swift take her less like a stallion and more like what she wanted to be. A slave.

“Very ghhh… good...” Her voice tensed up, as did her core, her chest, her neck. Her body twitched, then she jolted, her head craning back and her thighs pulsing against Swift’s slap-red cheeks, and Swift lapped up every drop of marecum she could, swallowed what the gag let her, and drooled the rest into a puddle on the floor.

She pulled her head out from between Crease’s thighs and looked up at her with lidded eyes while Crease recovered, and soon Crease bent forwards, rubbing Swift’s mane, staring her right in the eyes with her firm, adoring gaze.

“Good slave.”

She pulled Swift up against her, and kissed her gagged mouth, dragging her tongue against the steel ring and along Swift’s own, before settling them both on the chair to rest.

It was the first of many such nights for Crease.