Drowsiness, confusion, and then panic. The duration varied depending on the pony, but the pattern never changed. Copper Scales had felt enough new arrivals to know. Right now, the naked sienna-colored mare bound in the chair was still asleep. As she was, Copper couldn’t gauge her emotions. Her mind was a haze, the drug that pacified her granting a calm dreamless sleep. But her body was no longer completely limp like it was at the start; she was beginning to stir in her sleep. The drug was wearing off and she was on the cusp of waking up. Then he could begin her “orientation.” Introductions were often arduous to a lot of the other members, but Copper enjoyed them.

The mare, named Cane Sugar, was secured to a modified metal armchair. It had two individual leg rests, one for each leg. The seat, the back, the headrest, both arm rests, and both leg rests were cushioned. The arm and leg rests were adorned with straps that were buckled tightly, keeping her arms and legs held in place. Two large straps on the seat went over each of her thighs keeping her flank pinned to the seat. One large strap around the torso held her body against the back of the chair. A final strap ran across her forehead and connected to the headrest, preventing her from facing anywhere other than forward.

The question of whether to gag new slaves on the first meeting is usually up to the discretion of the “Breaker.” Some preferred to let the slave wake up without a gag. Hearing the confused words and screams of a fresh recruit appealed to many in the Society. Copper preferred the opposite. First, gagging would prevent the slave from biting their tongue in a panic when they woke; a surprisingly frequent injury. Second, the shouts and screams were more annoying to Copper than pleasurable. Part of his job was explaining to slaves about their new status, which was difficult to do if they were screeching and shouting over him. And third, he found the look aesthetically pleasing. He had chosen a simple small rubber bit gag with a tongue port that protruded inside her mouth and kept her tongue pressed against the bottom of her mouth. It was perfect for a beginner, anything too big in her mouth for this long would have caused jaw strain. She would have to learn to deal with that sooner or later, but first impressions are important.

As a “Breaker” it was Copper’s responsibility to “break in” new slaves (the technical title assigned to him by the Society was “Member/Contractor/Volunteer Trainer”). The Society had its own personal employees to handle training for when other members were either too busy or preferred already broken slaves. However, the Society did allow for other members to participate in training, provided they had permission from the owner to do so. Apparently whoever claimed Cane Sugar didn’t bother to leave their name and made her open to all members. She was registered as a Type 1 slave as well, which was a bit unusual for a new slave. That meant he had permission to do almost anything he wanted. Most owners don’t allow that kind of freedom for the first meeting when it’s someone else doing the introduction.

Copper leaned back in his chair as he flipped through the folder in his lap once more. Cane Sugar’s file. The Society keeps dossiers on everyone in it. Copper wanted to make sure he didn’t overlook any important details. It’s easier to break someone when you know who they are. That was one of the reasons Copper took interest in this new slave. Having seen her bounty posted, he quickly volunteered to be the one to break her in once she was acquired by the Society.

Copper Scales was an earth pony stallion with chestnut fur and a dark amber mane. He had a cutie mark of measuring scales on his flank. He was also a merchant. He owned a moderately-sized collection of ships, caravans, and even blimps, as well as a network of trade routes for the shipment of products throughout Equestria and some places beyond. Copper had met Cane Sugar during one of his many business trips. The trips typically involved negotiations with local farmers about pricing both transportation costs and how big a cut he would get from sale of their produce. Copper found it to be an amusing quirk of fate that despite being named “Copper Scales” most of his business was in the spice trade. Cane Sugar stood out to Copper in particular because of her abrasive negotiating tactics. She was one of the most stubborn farmers Copper had ever dealt with, which was saying something. Being difficult to work with was nothing new to Copper, but it what was flowing through her mind that caught his interest.

There’s a common misconception that earth ponies aren’t magic users. They are; the magic is just more passive rather than deliberate as it is with pegasi and unicorns. Earth ponies’ magic is focused around nature, which is why their strengths typically revolve around naturalistic abilities. Earth ponies tended to be good farmers, athletes, guards, cooks, potion brewers, etc. Some earth ponies, like Copper, are so attuned to nature that they develop a “sixth sense” of sorts. If rumors are to be believed, one of the Elements of Harmony has an ability to sense future events. Copper couldn’t predict the future, but he had noticed from an early age that he could detect and even feel the emotions of other creatures. He later learned that this would classify him as an “empath.” One would expect the typical career pursuit of someone with such an ability to be something along the lines of a therapist or psychologist. However, Copper found the ability to be especially useful for social manipulation, particularly in the business world. It’s easy to get someone on your side when you know exactly what they’re truly feeling and what buttons to push. Negotiations usually went smoothly for Copper as a result.

Negotiating with Cane Sugar had revealed a lot of intriguing details to Copper. Cane Sugar was headstrong earth pony mare on the surface, but her emotions said something else entirely. She was fearful, intimidated, stressed, nervous, and lacked confidence in herself. The strong-willed, no nonsense farmer personality was a performance. Researching her file gave a clear explanation as to why. While she had worked on the farm most of her life, it was largely physical labor. Her parents had always handled the business side of things. Her last parent recently passed, and so the responsibilities of the farm passed onto her when she inherited it. The tough persona was just her way of trying to compensate for the fact that she was lacking both the experience and the mental fortitude that is necessary to run a business. Copper didn’t judge her for that, though. After all, some ponies just aren’t natural leaders. Some ponies need guidance from others who know what’s best for them. Some are meant to be dominant, and others submissive. It was the natural order of things. Nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you know what your place is. Some ponies have a harder time finding it than others, but that’s one reason why the Society is so important. A pillar of Equestria that both reminds and instructs others on the importance of hierarchy in nature. Copper found Cane Sugar’s façade endearing, if a bit sad. This was clearly a pony who didn’t understand her place in the world. Another member must have thought so as well, hence the bounty.

There are generally problems when dealing with high-profile bounties. Cane Sugar wasn’t exactly Sapphire Shores, but she was still the prominent head of a local sugar plantation. If she disappeared, ponies would definitely ask questions and make inquires. Bounty hunters didn’t just need to capture the target, but also make the disappearance quiet, unsuspicious, and believable to the public. Cane’s situation helped a lot in this regard. Bounty hunters always scout the targets, and in doing so learned of the growing troubles that Cane was having running the plantation. Apparently Cane wasn’t liking her new leadership position either, but was too stubborn to hand it over to someone who could manage it properly. Constant fights with the other workers, occasional fits of rage, and daily trips to the bar. So when Cane Sugar suddenly disappeared with a note saying how she was abandoning the business and running away, most of the locals took it at face value. There were investigations, of course, but there was nothing solid to work with. Cane’s public issues with the plantation combined with a note in her own handwriting satisfied anyone curious enough to look into it. Forgery was a common talent among the bounty hunters.

Copper couldn’t help but feel sorry for Cane’s situation. It was lucky that the Society got ahold of her when it did. Left on her own, Cane would have continued her self-destructive path and lived the rest of her life in misery. But the Society could mold her into her best self. She would be trained as a slave for the benefit of her owner. Her new life would finally have stability and a sense of belonging that her old life could never have given her. Copper was happy to assist in the process.

Copper’s thoughts were interrupted as a new sensation jolted his mind. Drowsiness. Cane’s body shifted in the chair.

Finally waking up? thought Copper, a slight grin growing on his face.

Cane Sugar’s eyes slowly opened. She couldn’t tell where she was. The room was moderately well lit, but her vision was blurry. Whatever she was looking at was grey, but that was all she could see. She tried to lift her hand to her face to rub her eyelids. Her hand didn’t budge. It was stuck, as was her other hand. She tried to wriggle them around, but nothing happened beyond some slight trembling from whatever she was resting on. It felt like a chair.

“rrmmgfthmnth!?” were the unintelligible words that came out of her mouth. She had just realized there was something between her teeth and something else pressing down on her tongue. They both felt rubbery.

What’s happening? Where am I? What is this? How did this happen? A flurry questions were running through her mind as she tried to gain her bearings. She remembered going to the bar like she usually did each night. She may have had a few too many, which wasn’t unusual. That was all she could recall happening. She had blacked out before, but she usually woke up at the bar or in her bed. Nothing like this had happened.

“rrgthffmmnng!” came more panicked grunts as Cane desperately tried to move any part of her body. Arms were useless. She couldn’t lift her legs at all. Her torso was stuck against the chair. Even her head was pinned down. She tried jerking her entire body back and forth hoping something would give. Nothing worked. The chair didn’t even move from its position. It was bolted down. She was completely immobilized. Her vision was starting to clear up. Because her head was pinned down, she could only stare at what was in front of her: a blank grey wall.

Okay, that’s the trifecta, thought Copper as he sat behind Cane. He had it so that Cane would be facing a blank wall when she woke up. Didn’t want to overstimulate her. At least not yet. He preferred to wait and gauge a new slave’s reaction using his empath abilities. So what will the next emotion be? She had a more passive nature than she let on in our meeting, so it’s possible that she’ll be paralyzed with fear once she realizes she’s stuck. Sadness is also a strong possibility. Some new slaves cry at the initial meeting. Of course, another common—

Cane redoubled her efforts and once again began violently shaking in her chair. More and more grunts came from her mouth, albeit much louder this time.

Yep. Anger. Better let her get it out of her system before we talk.

Cane struggled for about three minutes before she finally stopped. Copper could hear her huffing through her gag from across the room. Copper rose slowly out of his chair and began to walk towards her. Cane must have heard the footsteps, as her entire body went stiff. As soon as Copper entered her peripheral vision, Cane immediately began sputtering out more incoherent exclamations through her gag. A lot of drool was seeping out between her lips. Copper chuckled as he faced Cane in her chair and waited for her to finally stop.

“Feel free to babble on through that gag as much as you want. I think it’s adorable. However, I’m not sure what you hope to accomplish by it. You must know that I can’t understand anything you’re saying.”

“mmmmnnnf mmg fffgmmgf!” whined Cane as she jostled in her seat.

“If you calm down and don’t interrupt me, I promise I can give you all the answers you need. I’ll even take that thing out of your mouth if you just sit there and listen. Nod if you understand.”

Cane stared towards the ground for a few seconds. Her eyes shut tightly as she nodded her head up and down. Copper felt a surge of humiliation, but also a lingering defiance. She clearly didn’t like being ordered around like this. Copper needed to quash those feelings. The sooner the better, lest she develop some bad habits. Copper walked over to Cane and cupped her chin in his hand. Copper leaned down to put his face directly in front of Cane’s.

“I want you to look me in the eye. Do you understand?”

Cane’s eyes slowly moved to meet Copper’s. Copper could feel her defiance become more diluted, giving way into fear. She nodded her head once more, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Copper smiled and ran his hand through Cane’s merlot-colored hair.

“Good girl.”

Copper stepped back and began his explanation.

“You have been taken into custody by the Equestrian Trainers’ Society. We are a secret organization that focuses on promoting and maintaining the natural hierarchy of Masters and slaves. There are ponies out there such a myself whose personalities are naturally dominant. We keep things orderly. We know how best to control businesses, politics, ponies, and other such things. Not only do we know, but we also have the necessary will to make our goals a reality. It is our right and burden to act as guides for the rest of Equestria. Then there are the submissive personalities, such as you, who need guidance to achieve their potential. Be it lack of wits or lack of will, you cannot properly live your life without someone to steer you in the right direction. The Master and slave dynamic is the symbiosis that allows for a harmonious society. The Master’s desire is sated while also allowing their superior vison for the world to become reality and better the world. Meanwhile, the submissive’s life is given the necessary management it needs to become truly fulfilled. It’s the natural order of things. Modern Equestria tries to deny this aspect of life, but there are those of us who still keep to the old ways of achieving true harmony. That is why the Equestrian Trainers’ Society exists. You are the latest in our ever-growing circle of ponies to be educated and trained for the benefit of yourself and the benefit of your owner.”

Cane remained quiet throughout the entire speech. Not out of obedience, but shock. Copper didn’t need to sense her emotions to figure that out. The dilated pupils and sweat dripping down her face told him everything. Copper began to walk out of Cane’s line of sight.

“MMMMNFF! NNGFF!”

“Don’t worry,” Copper chuckled, “I’m not leaving. I’m just grabbing a few things.”

Copper walked over to a table he had set up in the room. All manner of devious objects of arousal and punishment had been carefully placed along it. Picking up a few, he made his way back over to Cane Sugar. Cane heard some objects being placed on the ground beside her chair but was unable to see what. Copper entered her vision again, his face getting up close to hers. Cane could see that he was holding something in his hand. It looked like a metal stick, but she couldn’t get a good view of it

“I did promise to let you speak, didn’t I? I will allow you to do so, but only when I give you direct permission to do so. Understand?”

Cane nodded, maintaining eye contact with Copper. Copper smiled.

Good, she remembered her previous orders. She’s a quick learner.

Reaching his hand near the back of Cane’s head, Copper undid the buckle that kept the gag in place. He slowly pulled out the gag out of her mouth, a trail of saliva also spilling out.

“You may ask one question,” said Copper.

Cane hesitated. It looked like she was trying to come up with something, but no words were spoken. She remained staring at Copper, shock still present on her face. Eventually, she managed to bluster out her question.

“Why?”

Copper chuckled at that. “Isn’t that question a bit redundant? I’ve already told you why.”

“But I– AAAHH!”

Cane was cut off by a painful shock as Copper poked the end of the stick to Cane’s left nipple.

“I only gave you permission to ask one question only. Any interruptions or other disobedience will result in punishment.”

Copper pulled back the metal stick he was holding. He was using a modified cattle prod. He could send an agonizing shock to any part of her body at any time. The prod had several levels of intensity ranging from 1 to 5 (5 being the strongest). It was currently set at 2.

“I guess if you want a clearer answer, the reason why you are here specifically is because you have a submissive personality and dominant member of the Society wanted you. I don’t know who, I’m just in charge of giving you an introduction and breaking you in.”

“I don’t–AAAGGH!”

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed direct orders. I’ve been taking things rather lightly since you’re new. But if you can’t learn, then the punishments will only get more severe.” Copper turned the prod to the “3” setting. “Do you understand?”

Cane opened her mouth, but then quickly closed it. She nodded to Copper while maintaining eye contact.

“Let me make something clear to you. Your past life is over. You’re the property of the Society now and there is no changing that. There’s a reason we haven’t been caught. There’s no way for you to escape. Even if you managed to escape those bonds and knock me out there would be nowhere to run. The door to this room is locked with a special combination lock on both sides. No way to enter or exit without knowing it. Even if you managed that, you’re in a facility owned by the Society with a full security team dedicated to keeping things orderly. That’s also not counting the fact that there are others watching us right now. I know you can’t see it from where you are, but there’s a one-way mirror near the entrance where others can watch. There’s no way out. The sooner you come to terms with that, the easier this transition will be. Resisting will only make this harder for you.”

He was telling a half-truth about people watching. There was a one-way mirror that other members could look through if they wanted a show and there were guards patrolling the hallways. However, Copper had no idea if anyone was watching them. But Cane didn’t need to know that. Copper reached down to the pile of toys he set beside her chair.

“I’ve got something I want you to try on, and I have to let your head loose. Will you behave?”

Cane nodded. Copper unbuckled the straps holding her head in place. Cane remained motionless. Copper slipped on a collar around her neck, a shining violet crystal on the front.

No talking back. No violent shaking. Didn’t try to bite me. Remembers her orders. She’s a natural.

“Good girl. Do you want something to drink? I imagine you must be thirsty.”

Cane nodded again. Copper walked back to the table and picked up a plastic water bottle filled with a magenta-colored liquid. And a remote, placing it in his back pocket. Copper brought the bottle up to Cane’s lips and squeezed. Cane lapped up the liquid as quickly as she could. It was the most delicious thing she ever tasted, although the fact that she had been so thirsty probably contributed to that. The concoction was called passion fruit juice. A special aphrodisiac cultivated by the Society. Copper helped with distribution of the fruit using his trade resources, as well as the occasional slave. The fruit also affected the drinker’s sleep habits. Not only did they not need to sleep as much, but their dreams also became blurred and incomprehensible. That was certainly convenient for princess-related reasons. A little too convenient. Copper had suspected the side effects to be the result of intentional genetic engineering or enchantments, but he never got a direct answer. The juice in the bottle was a diluted mixture. Too much for a first-timer could make them delirious and insatiable. Some members liked slaves that way, but Copper preferred his slaves to be lucid. It helped the training stick.

“You look beautiful.” Copper said as he put away the bottle. He gently caressed her cheek and slowly trailed his hand down to her neck, his fingers rubbing against the smooth surface of her collar. He then reached down beside the chair and picked up a device. Three metal bullet vibrators connected to a small battery pack via three separate wires. Using a piece of medical tape, he wrapped the battery pack around her left thigh. He attached the first bullet directly against her clit using medical tape. The second went inside her. The third was cushioned in between her vaginal lips, held in place by medical tape.

“aahh…” Cane blushed. Copper could feel a rising arousal flowing through her mind. The passion fruit was starting to take effect. There was a small twinge of panic, but the lack of a shock taught her what she needed to know. Talking wasn’t fine, but noises were.

Time for another test. Will she choose pleasure or pain?

Copper went back to the chair and slowly unbuckled all the straps of the chair that was holding Cane in place. Cane said nothing and merely looked on in silent shock. Eventually all the straps had been undone. Copper backed away from the chair.

“You may stand up and stretch if you want.” Copper said, crossing his arms behind his back.

Cane Sugar slowly got out of chair, her legs shaking a bit. She stretched out her arms and back, with audible popping noises. With her standing straight up like this, Copper could truly appreciate her figure. She was slightly taller than he was; roughly two inches. Her body was at peak physical condition for a mare. Visible arm, leg, and ab muscles. The result of a farm mare who enjoyed hard labor. Someone who enjoys being given a task. Someone who enjoys serving.

When she finished stretching, she faced Copper. Copper felt a sense of unease and confusion coming off her. A hint of gratitude as well. But then he felt something else begin to rise to the surface. A combination of frustration, contempt, confidence, and bravery. She was going to try and hit him. Her fist balled up. She pulled her fist back, and then collapsed to the floor on her back. Her body convulsed in pain. It was like the shock from the prod, except throughout her entire body. She couldn’t move any of her limbs properly, despite her best attempts. It felt like her nerves were on fire. She couldn’t even muster a scream. Her body wouldn’t obey her mind. It could only shake helplessly around on the ground. The majority of the pain concentrated around her neck and pussy.

That’s a disappointment. She chose pain. She had been doing so well up until this point.

Copper took his arms out from behind his back, pulling out the remote he kept in his back pocket. It was at its maximum “punishment” setting. His thumb had pressed firmly on the “ON” button.

“As you’ve probably guessed by now, the collar was not just decoration. Same with those vibes in your cunt. I wanted to see if you would behave yourself without needing restraints, but I guess you want to do things the hard way. Even after I explicitly informed you that there was no way out of this. Even after I gave you so much leeway. Rather than accept my generosity, you instead indulged in your impulses and completely ignored your best interests. This is a clear demonstration of why you can’t be trusted to make your own decisions. You don’t know how to handle yourself. And I was more than happy to guide you gently along the path to understand that. But since you insist on fighting against nature, I’m no longer going to give you any courtesy.”

Copper walked back over to the table and pulled more items from it while Cane convulsed on the floor. Grabbing what he needed, he walked to Cane and knelt down. He placed his gear next to himself and moved Cane’s body into position. There was little she could do to resist. He bent her right leg so that her heel was up against her right buttocks. He pulled a sleeve over her right leg. The sleeve had two buckles, which he pulled tightly and fastened (and adding a small lock for good measure). Her right leg was now stuck in position, held in place by the legbinder. He did the same to the other leg. There was padding around the knees, allowing her to balance on her knees instead of her hooves. She could no longer straighten her legs. Next came her hands. He put each hand in a padded mitt that fastened around each wrist, buckled and locked. She wouldn’t be able to move her fingers. No fists, no grabbing. Each mitt had a metal D-ring at the wrist. Copper attached a chain from to the right ring to a D-ring in the collar around Cane’s neck. He did the same with the left. Both chains were very short. It made it so that Cane’s hands were kept close to her neck. She couldn’t fully extend her arms. Extending them more than a few inches would cause the chain to tug at her collar. Copper then held her jaw open and shoved a dildo into her mouth. The dildo wasn’t rock hard, but flexible. It was designed to be long enough to hit her throat, but not thick enough to block the airway. The dildo was attached to a muzzle that he quickly attached around her head.

“Hggk! Urrgh!” Cane gagged.

Copper flipped her onto her stomach. Now that she was secured, he finally turned off the shocks. Cane was breathing heavily through her nose. Copper could feel an unending wave of rage coming off her. He would need to fix that. But first, he wanted to stay put and watch the results of his handiwork. With her legs and hands the way they were, the only way for her to move anywhere was to crawl around on all fours. With her hands kept so close to her neck, the only way to move her hands for a crawl was to keep her face mere inches away from the floor, facing straight down. Copper enjoyed the sight of her waddling around, trying to get used to her new position. The was also the bonus of hearing delightful muffles and grunts of frustration. She was no doubt trying to shout various expletives at him. Copper had been feeling aroused since Cane woke up, but now he was fully erect underneath his clothes. But he didn’t want his eagerness to get the better of him. A lesson needed to be learned first.

Copper eventually stopped enjoying the show and picked up a wooden paddle with several tiny holes symmetrically placed along it. He straddled Cane’s back and rubbed the paddle along her buttocks. She shivered at the contact.

“As you were warned, disobedience is met with punishment. Is ten smacks on each ass cheek good? Or would fifteen be more appropriate?

“MMMMMNNNN! NNNNNNN!”

“Twenty it is, then!”

“NNNNNGGG!”

Copper brought the paddle down hard on her right cheek. A large “SMACK” reverberated through the room, followed by a muffled scream of agony.

“That’s one, here’s another!”

SMACK! Another howl of pain. Cane tried to move away. But with Copper straddling her, she was pinned to her position with no way to escape the onslaught.

“Two! You want to know what I love about this paddle? It has these tiny holes in it, so there’s less air resistance when you swing it!”

On the word “swing” the paddle was brought down hard against her cheek once more. And once more, a shriek of pain. This pattern repeated itself until he reached twenty. Her right ass cheek was now rose red. Tears were streaming down Cane’s face.

“Okay, now the left cheek!”

“mmmmmmmnnnnn…” Cane moaned, having lost most of the fight in her voice. She could do nothing but cry at brace herself for the inevitable.

SMACK!

“One!”

SMACK!

“Two!”

SMACK!

“Three!”

SMACK!

“Four!”

Copper paused.

“You know, it just occurred to me. Why am I the one doing the counting? I think it should be you.”

“nnnnnnnnggh…”

“I believe we’re at five, correct?”

SMACK!

“MMMNNNNGGH!”

“I believe I told you to count, didn’t I?”

SMACK!

“MMMFF!”

“I can’t hear you! A slave must speak clearly to their master!”

SMACK!

“MMFFFMM!”

“I still can’t understand you!”

SMACK!

“GGGHHFF!”

“Well great, now I’ve lost track. I guess I better start over.”

“NNNNNNNNNMMM! NNNNMMMM!”

SMACK!

“One! And by the way, since you disobeyed orders by not counting properly, I’m adding ten more smacks to each cheek.”

“NNNGGGGFF!”

The moans continued, as did each strike across her left ass cheek. Once Copper reached twenty, he stopped his assault and got off Cane’s back. Her ass was almost glowing red, with some slight bruising. A small puddle of tears had formed on the floor below her face.

“For these next ten, we’ll do both cheeks at once.”

Cane didn’t bother to struggle or move. She was afraid of further punishment.

There’s the stick. Now comes the carrot.

“Good girl. You seem to have learned your lesson now. Let me show you the perks of obedience.”

Copper pulled out the remote he had used earlier and switched it to the “pleasure” setting. Turning it on, the bullet vibrators in Cane’s pussy buzzed to life. It was on the lowest setting, emitting a small hum and light vibrations inside her. Whether it was because of the respite from the beating or the effects of the passion fruit, Cane moaned in pleasure. Copper lined up the paddle a gave a light slap onto both her cheeks.

“One.”

Copper lined up the paddle again. As he swung with his right hand, his left hand turned up the settings on the remote. The paddle slapped her ass harder than the last strike as the vibrations in her pussy increased.

“Two.”

The pattern repeated itself several times. Pain and pleasure acting in concert with each other. Each increasing in intensity with each strike of the paddle. Small drips of tears were falling from Cane’s eyes, as well as small drips of arousal falling from her slit. On the final hit, Copper turned the vibrators to the maximum setting. The last smack on her ass was accompanied with a violent orgasm. Cane’s vulva was winking in pleasure as a pool of arousal formed underneath her legs. Copper turned the vibrators down to their lowest setting as he walked to Cane’s head and knelt down. Taking a small handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped away the fresh and dried tears from her face.

“There’s still room for improvement, but I’d say you did very well.” Copper said, slowly running his hand through her mane.

Copper reached around and put his fingers around her folds. Rubbing his fingers around in a circular motion, he collected a small coating of her juices in his hand. Bringing his hand up to his nose, he inhaled her scent. Then he took his hand and wiped it across Cane’s muzzle and nose, letting her smell her own arousal. Cane Sugar looked up at Copper. There was no contempt in her eyes, although Copper could feel a lingering bit of it in her mind. There was some fear, some lingering lust, and even a flicker of true obedience. But the primary feeling coming off her was exhaustion.

“One last duty for you to fulfill, and you can finally get some rest.” Copper said, loosening his pants.

Cane stared at Copper’s erection. A tiny bit of precum had dripped out. Cane winced as Copper grabbed the back of her head and pressed her nose up against the length of his shaft. Copper slowly moved his cock up and down, grinding against Cane’s muzzle. Cane was forced to inhale Copper’s musk and feel his smooth shaft glide across her face. Copper unbuckled Cane’s gag and pulled it out of her mouth. Cane gave a cough from the sudden release of pressure on her throat. A long trail of saliva followed the gag as Copper set it on the floor. The head of his penis pressed against her muzzle. She didn’t need orders to know what he wanted her to do. Cane could fight back a little. She could bite him if she wanted. But she wouldn’t. She learned the price for disobedience.

Cane licked the length of the shaft with the tip of her tongue from the base up to the head. She wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around it. The salty taste of Copper’s precum hit her mouth. Slowly, she pushed her head down onto Copper’s stallionhood. Her tongue rubbed up against the bottom of his shaft the entire way down. The head poked the back of her throat, causing her to momentarily gag. But she managed to get the entirety of his length down her throat before slowly bringing her head back. She continued this pattern, bobbing her head back and forth. Her speed increased until she could find a comfortable rhythm. Copper simply laid back and moaned at the sensation while stroking Cane’s mane. He was surprised by her technique. He hadn’t expected such experience from her. Apparently this wasn’t the first time she had given a blowjob. Copper could feel his arousal building. He knew he was about to reach climax. He grabbed the back of Cane’s head and violently shoved the full length his cock down her throat. He held her head in place and gave one order:

“Swallow.”

As if on cue, a burst of cum shot out of his cock directly into Cane’s throat. Cane couldn’t do much other than gurgle and desperately try to gulp down the salty fluid. She couldn’t let a drop spill or there would be more punishment. Fortunately for her, Copper’s cock being so deep down her throat made it easy to keep everything inside.

“Very good.” Cane said, gently pulling his now flaccid member from her mouth.

There were definitely rough patches, but overall I would say this was a very productive orientation for this new slave. It’s a bit sad that someone else has already claimed her. I would have seriously considered adding her to my own collection.

Copper pulled his pants back up and walked over to the table to grab one last item. A leash. He attached the leash to Cane’s collar. He tugged at the leash, guiding cane to the room’s exit. Cane obediently followed as best she could. She still wasn’t quite used to moving around in her current bondage, so there was a bit of an awkward waddle as she crawled on all fours. Her face parallel to the ground, she relied on the guidance of the leash to direct her movements. Copper was leading her to the Society’s kennels. A cage there was reserved for her to rest in.

Copper could still feel lingering resentment emanating off of her, but that was to be expected. Canterlot wasn’t built in a day. The important thing was getting her used to the idea of submission. A wise mare taught Copper that if you change the behavior, eventually the mind will adjust. Cane Sugar’s adjustment had only just begun, but it was off to a great start. Soon she will realize her full potential and understand the necessity of submission. It was inevitable for anyone who joined the Society. One way or another, the natural order prevails.

Author's Note

Thanks for taking the time to read my fic! Special thanks to Schorl Tourmaline for giving me permission to add a fic to her setting.

This is the first fic I've ever done, so if you have any suggestions for improvement on my writing I'd appreciate it.

Also, I am planning on adding more chapters. If want me to include an OC of yours in a future chapter, just drop me a message with a description (Colors, sex, gender, Dom/sub, sexual orientation, cutie mark, background info, etc.). I'll try to fit them in when I can.