Equestria Trainers' Society: The Natural Order

Copper Scales was greeted by a pair of clapping hands as he entered the hallway. Turning his head, he grinned at his audience. He was greeted by the sight of three stallions, each with a unique aesthetic.

The middle stallion, a unicorn with canary-yellow fur and a butterscotch mane, was the one clapping. The sound was a bit dulled as he was carrying the end of a leash on his right hand. Copper recognized the stallion as Honey Glaze, one of the first friends he’d made in the Society after joining. Honey, while not obese, was pudgy in build. Honey spends his career as a professional chef and is the owner of several restaurants spread throughout Equestria (some of which are used as Society strongholds). In tow on both sides of him were two collared slaves.

“Another excellent performance,” he said, still clapping. “That’s easily somewhere in my top ten!”

“That’s a surprising compliment, considering you,” Copper quipped as he walked towards the yellow stallion, Cane Sugar following slowly behind.

Copper considered himself pansexual. Sex, gender, pony, gryphon, minotaur, or the various other species; he never had a preference or dislike for any. Honey Glaze, however, was solely a connoisseur of males.

Honey “tsked” at Copper’s jest. “Not being attracted to mares doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate fine art when I see it!”

Copper smiled and pulled him in for a hug. Honey broke the hug and knelt down to get a good look at Cane Sugar.

“I didn’t see the posting for this one. Is she one of yours?”

“I wish, but unfortunately another has already claimed her. I’m just responsible for the orientation.” Copper looked at the two stallions behind Honey. “I’m assuming those two are yours?”

“Oh, yes. Feel free to take a look.”

The one on Honey’s left was a smaller unicorn stallion with purple fur and sapphire-blue mane. Though at first glance it was hard for Copper to tell it was a stallion. Cerulean-colored clothing clung to his petite form, all of it feminine. A corset wrapped tightly around the waist, silk gloves that ran up past the elbows, high-heeled stilettos, stockings that went up to the thighs before connecting to garter straps, and nethers covered by close-fitting panties that accentuated the curves of his hips and ass. A silver ring studded with topaz jewels was locked around his horn, cutting off any magic. He even had on eyeliner and lipstick. If not for the muzzle having a typical squarish shape that most stallions had and the noticeable bulge in the panties, Copper could have easily mistaken this gorgeous slave as female. The femme stallion was maintaining perfect posture. Legs spread slightly wider than shoulder-width, back straight, neck straight, and head facing directly forward. His arms were behind his back with palms facing outward; not held together by any bondage. Despite his head facing forward, his eyes focused on the floor in front of him; never looking up. Copper didn’t feel shyness, but determination.

This must be the “default position” that Honey trained him to take, thought Copper. He then turned his glance to the stallion on Honey’s right.

This stallion, a pegasus with slate grey fur and a black mane, was entirely different. Tall and athletic in build, the muscular stallion towered over Copper by nearly a foot. His torso and arms were completely covered in a black straitjacket. The standard Society wing sheath kept his wings contained. Cuffs at his ankles were connected by a short chain, creating a hobble. His cock was completely exposed and fully erect. A ring wrapped around the base of his cock. A full muzzle gag covered most of his face. There were holes for his nostrils, but otherwise his entire muzzle was restrained. Copper could feel frustration coming off him. Not just stemming from anger, but also lust. That ring around his shaft must have been keeping him pent up for awhile.

“I take it this one is also a new slave?” asked Copper, inspecting the pegasus. He was a bit disappointed that the straitjacket covered so much of the body, so he decided to focus on the pegasus’ impressive length. He ran his fingers along the shaft, enjoying the twitches he got in response.

The large pegasus jerked away in response to Copper’s touch. Backing up, the stallion shook his torso around and stomped his hooves (as best he could in the hobble). Copper could see the straitjacket and wing sheath stretch slightly as the stallion’s limbs strained against them. Snorts and grunts suddenly turned into a muffled wail of pain as the pegasus collapsed to the ground. Copper noticed an orange magical aura encapsulating the bound stallions’ balls.

“Honestly, Storm, I thought you’d already learned this lesson,” commented Honey, his horn glowing. “And you had to act up in front of one of my peers. Disobedience is bad enough, but now you’re also embarrassing your superior!”

The pegasus stallion could only respond with grunts and moans. He writhed on the floor in pain as the magic squeezed his sack harder. The pressure eventually released, leaving the stallion to lie on the floor. He was breathing heavily through his nose.

“My apologies for that, Copper. You’re correct, he is still new. His name is Storm Cloud. I only just got him a few days ago.”

“Where from?” Copper asked.

“A failed recruit of Lightning Dust’s newest venture. You’ve heard of that new group she’s been raving on about?”

“The Washouts? I thought that was just her stunt show.”

“True, it is mostly her middle finger to the Wonderbolts, but she’s also using it to scout new members. Storm Cloud here was a potential Master in the making. Passed all the initial background checks, but couldn’t pass the test when it came time to prove himself.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Hardly. If he doesn’t have the drive to embrace his dominant nature, then he doesn’t deserve to be treated as a dominant.”

Copper found Honey’s words to be harsh, but regrettably true. Of the lessons he had been given, one was the idea that everyone, no matter how dominant, has some submissiveness inside them. While everyone naturally leans towards either dominance or submission, the important part was nurturing those feelings. That was what made the Society so important. Without proper development, even a natural dominant could lose the will to truly express themselves. An unfortunate part about modern day Equestria was the abandonment of the Natural Order. Trying to force equality for inherently unequal personalities. This not only had a bad effect on natural submissives, but natural Masters as well. Modern Equestrian norms whittled down the true natures of each. More than once, a potential Master introduced to the Society would either reject or fail a test of dominance as a result. And by that point, they already knew too much. The safety of the Society is paramount, and so there’s only one thing left to do. If they can’t be a dominant member, then they must become a submissive member.

“I knew a former dominant would be a challenge to handle, but even I’m surprised by constant rebelliousness. This is the third time this afternoon I’ve had to discipline him, and the previous days haven’t been much better.”

Copper could feel desperation from Storm. The pegasus’ quickly looked up to Copper. A pleading expression was met with a grin from Copper. Seeing that he was getting no help from the earth pony, the stallion’s eyes frantically scanned the hallway.

Adorable, he still thinks there’s a way out of this. Copper thought. A growing arousal was surfacing in his mind. Seeing the pegasus struggle had piqued his dominant sensibilities. Obedient slaves were ideal, but there was always something exotic and fresh about slaves that put up a fight. An eager thought formed.

“If you’re having trouble, Honey, you could always schedule a session for me and Storm.”

Honey Glaze laughed. “Ha! Already taken an interest in my pegasus toy, have you? It’s funny, I was looking for you to ask you for something similar!”

“Oh?”

“Yes. As it turns out, Stormy here is an anal virgin based on his file. I thought I’d do something special for his first time. I was wondering if you would join me later tonight so we could share.”

Storm whimpered.

“Aw, you’re too generous. You think he can handle it?”

“I’ve been stretching him out with toys, he should be good to go.”

“I still need to prepare this slave for the kennels,” Copper said, giving his leash a slight tug. “But once that’s done, my schedule is free for today. I’d be honored.”

“Excellent! I’ve got to get the room reservation and equipment ready. Where will you be when you’re done with the kennels? I’ll send Grape Sorbet to tell you the room number.”

Copper walked up to the femme stallion on Honey’s left. “I assume this is Sorbet?”

“Yes, a protégé of mine that I decided to keep.”

“He’s a cute little femcolt,” Copper said, tracing his fingers around the violet unicorn’s body. “How have I not seen you around before?”

“You probably have, you just didn’t notice,” Honey responded. “I’ve mainly been using him as a service slave. He’s acted as a waiter at my parties.”

Ah, that explains it. I’m usually preoccupied during those. Copper grabbed Sorbet by the muzzle and lifted it to his. Sorbet still kept his eyes down.

“It’s okay, Sorbet,” Honey said. “You now have permission to look. You also have permission to speak, but only when spoken to.”

Copper could feel a burst of joy from the femcolt as his violet eyes finally connected with Copper’s. It was like a colt being told he was getting ice cream.

“You’re not like Storm, aren’t you?” Copper teased. “You’re a good little stallion. Or is it mare?”

“Stallion, sir,” Sorbet replied. “I just enjoy the style.”

“Can’t blame you. It fits so well. Though it’s a bit tight down here.” Copper cupped the bulge in the femcolt’s panties. He could feel the erection straining against the fabric.

“You’re going to make the poor thing explode at this rate,” Honey snickered.

“Will he be joining us tonight?” Copper asked.

“Do you want him to?”

“I think we could put him to good use. I’ve got a few ideas for Storm.” Copper released his hold on Sorbet and turned to Honey Glaze. He whispered his suggestions into the yellow stallion’s ear.

Honey was beaming. “You came up with that on the spot? You truly are an artist!” The yellow stallion laughed and pulled Copper in for one more hug. “I love it! I’ll get everything set up right now!”

Honey tugged at Storm’s leash. “Come along, Stormy! We’ve got to make preparations!”

Storm grunted as he tried to stand. He struggled a bit without the use of his arms, but eventually managed to tread alongside Honey Glaze. Sorbet obediently trailed behind them down the hallways of the Society.

Copper smiled as he watched the trio leave. He returned his attention to the restrained mare on the floor. Pulling the leash gently, he slowly guided her down the hallways headed towards the kennels. He decided to give Cane Sugar another lesson.

“You know, Ms. Sugar, this is actually a perfect learning opportunity for you. I think it’s important you understand the hierarchy around here. Slaves are all equal in the Society. The are no rules that give any special preferences to certain slaves beyond those set by the Master personally. Do you know why?”

The mare said nothing as she continued to crawl.

Good girl, she still remembers her orders and knows I’m speaking rhetorically.

“The reason why is because all slaves have equal potential. Whether or not they use that potential is entirely on them. The Society doesn’t want to hinder any potential by giving special treatment to specific slaves. It doesn’t have to. Storm Cloud and Grape Sorbet are perfect examples. Grape Sorbet isn’t any better than Storm Cloud, he just embraces his position. Unlike Storm, who constantly resists and makes a fuss. As you can see, Sorbet is allowed much more privileges than Storm. Sorbet is not constantly being disciplined or having restrictions placed on his speech and movement. Is it because Sorbet inherently better? Is it because there’s some special rule in the Society that benefits him? No, it’s just the Natural Order at play. Sorbet is granted more privileges by his Master because he’s obedient and accepts his place. Storm tries to deny his place and is constantly disobedient, and as a result his Master must reign him in. There doesn’t need to be a heavy set of rules to dictate what to do, it happens naturally. The important takeaway from this is that you need to accept who you are. Resistance only makes you more miserable and accomplishes nothing. You can be so much happier once you learn to submit. Don’t squander your potential just to inconvenience your caretaker. There’s nothing to be gained from trying to stand on your misplaced moral high ground. All that does is impede the path to true harmony.”

Copper finally arrived at the kennels with Cane Sugar in tow. Signing off with the minotaur guard at the front, he was escorted to cage E12. The kennel environment was standard for the Society. Pony-sized cages lined up neatly into sections, arranged like aisles in a supermarket. After unclipping the leash from her collar, Copper guided her into the cage. Once she was in, he closed the door and clicked the padlock shut.

“Be good, Ms. Sugar. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

Copper headed back to the kennel entrance, twirling the leather leash around in his hand. Though, it wasn’t exactly “leather” in the traditional sense. The Society wasn’t made up of barbarians. Leather has a bad history in Equestrian culture, for obvious reasons. Of course, actual leather as it existed in ancient times doesn’t exist in modern Equestria. Synthetic leather created through transmutation magic was how leather exists currently. Even so, leather still has bad connotations in Equestria. But its taboo nature ended up making it more appealing to Society members. The Society makes a lot of business not just selling slaves, but specially crafted equipment. Toys, furniture, clothing, and any other devious things a Master could want. Copper once recalled seeing a slave bound in chains that looked like they were made of glass yet were as sturdy as iron.

Copper’s thoughts were interrupted at the unexpected sight of two unicorns talking to each other at the kennel entrance. One a dark orange stallion, the other a violet mare.

The violet mare’s coat had a natural glimmer around it, displaying her crystal pony heritage. The mare was Schorl Tourmaline, founder and owner of the Society. Copper had always had a naturally dominant personality, but he hadn’t figured out how to truly channel it until meeting Schorl. She had taught him everything about the philosophy of the Society and how to dominate others. Schorl commanded a lot of respect from Copper, as well as all the other members. At the same time, Copper couldn’t help but get a twinge of fear whenever meeting her. While everyone does have some submissiveness inside of them, Copper had never really felt it except when around Tourmaline. Copper could feel the emotions emanating from the crystal unicorn and it was always overwhelming. There were always so many different feelings happening at once inside her head. Copper couldn’t help but get something akin to a “sensory overload” whenever she was around. Because of that, it was difficult for Copper to gauge her emotions. She was one of the few ponies he couldn’t reliably predict. It was fascinating in a way, but also frightening. Like staring at a tornado.

The dark orange stallion next to her was Carnelian. It was unusual for a pony to have just one name. Copper wouldn’t be surprised the orange stallion had changed it. Carnelian was certainly pretentious enough to do something like that.

“Surprise, Surprise!” Carnelian exclaimed, turning to Copper. “I didn’t know it was you breaking in my newest addition!”

That explains a lot. The lack of owner info on the dossier. The Type 1 classification for a newbie. The lack of anything resembling care regarding treatment of slaves.

Copper shot him a deadpan look. “If you had bothered to make any effort regarding Miss Sugar, you’d have known.”

“I can’t help if I’m to busy to take care of every slave I acquire. Besides, I have confidence in the Society. Miss Tourmaline runs a fine establishment.”

Busy. I know that’s a lie. You just don’t care.

Schorl butted in. “I appreciate the compliment, but there’s still the issue of the paperwork for Cane Sugar.”

“Couldn’t even be bothered to the bare minimum amount of work?” Copper remarked.

“I'm sorry if my frantic schedule is too much for a stallion like you to understand. Not everyone is a soft, faux Master wasting time and sympathy on—”

“I wasn’t aware soft meant not putting slaves in the hos—”

“Enough!” Schorl shouted. “From both of you! Honestly, is this going to happen every time you come within spitting distance of each other? Please sign the papers, Carnelian, and you can go back to whatever business you need to attend to.”

Carnelian sneered at Copper and picked up the quill on the front desk. Quickly signing his name on the papers in front of him, he dropped the quill on the desk and gave a short bow to Schorl.

“A pleasure as always, Miss Tourmaline.” Carnelian said as he walked down the hallway.

“I honestly have no idea why you let someone like him be a Master,” Copper said as he glared at Carnelian retreating into the Society hallways.

“I’m not in the mood to debate this with you again, Copper,” the Schorl replied with a frown. “Your concerns have been repeatedly noted, but there’s nothing severe enough on his record for excommunication. I’m also not pleased by your tone.”

Copper felt a slight chill go down his spine. “I apologize, Miss Tourmaline. It’s just frustrating to deal with ponies like Carnelian. They don’t seem to care about balance at all. Carnelian may be dominant, but he’s more of a black hole than a Master. He doesn’t care about harmony or anything the Society stands for; only himself.”

The crystal unicorn’s face softened. “I know you mean well, but you have to look at the big picture. The Society is still relatively new. We’re undoing centuries of Equestrian indoctrination against the Master and slave dynamic. Our members have finally gotten the chance to be who they truly are and get to let loose their repressed feelings for the first time in their lives. Being overly eager, misunderstandings about our philosophy, and minor rule-breaking are all to be expected. Once the Society gains a much stricter hold in the culture, we will start to see a shift towards true harmony. In the meantime, compromise with the ruling classes is important for our stability.”

Copper begrudgingly accepted the truth in the crystal pony’s words. She wasn’t wrong. The Society was a radical concept to many ponies introduced to it. Undoubtedly there would be missteps along the way. Members would make unintentional mistakes. And yet, Copper couldn’t help but despise certain ponies in the Society like Carnelian. Carnelian had been involved in several rule violations in the past when it came to his treatment of slaves. Sometimes it was a case of slight malnutrition. Occasionally it was causing too deep an injury. Sometimes he would not adhere to Type distinctions that determined how a slave is allowed to be used. But each infraction was just small enough and had enough plausible deniability that it could be written off with an apology and some probationary punishment. He had never done anything serious enough for excommunication, when a Master gets turned into a slave for a severe rule violation.

It bothered Copper immensely to see Carnelian constantly slither past any real consequences. He could sense the stallion’s emotions, and there was a severe lack of sincerity in anything he did. They weren’t innocent mistakes, he just didn’t care about his slaves or the Society as a whole. It was all about him.

Of course, Copper couldn’t tell anyone that. Nobody knew about his ability to read emotions. He never told anyone, and for good reason. If someone didn’t believe him, they would think he was crazy. If they did believe him, they wouldn’t trust him. Many would be uncomfortable around him if they knew he could read their emotions. Most would view it as an invasion of privacy. He wouldn’t be able to form any connections or relationships if everyone knew what he was capable of.

“So at what point does it become too much?” Copper asked.

“That’s my concern, not yours. Excommunication of a member, especially one with the clout that Carnelian has, is not something to be done flippantly. We need to take the consideration of the other members into account.”

It was an unspoken rule of the Society that ponies with high stature in Equestria got away with more than the less influential members. Mainly because the Society didn’t want to alienate powerful ponies by excommunicating their friends or associates. It would create a great deal of infighting unless there was absolute agreement among the members that an act was worthy of excommunication. There was also the complication of the effort it would take to cover up the disappearance of a high-ranking member.

“I know, that’s what irritates me. He’s abusing his status to get away with breaking the rules. If that mentality grows popular, the entire Society is going to collapse.”

Schorl put her hand on his shoulder. “Trust me, Copper. I run this place. I know its members. I have access to secrets beyond what any member here has. I know what I’m doing. Your concern is admirable, but unnecessary. You shouldn’t let him get to you like that.”

Copper sighed. There was truth in she said. Schorl did have leverage. Probably more than Copper could imagine. Being the leader of a secret organization made up of powerful ponies that whose influence tentacled throughout all of Equestria has its benefits.

Schorl turned away from Copper.

“I would advise being patient,” the crystal unicorn said as she disappeared into the halls of the Society. “Opportunity favors those who watch and wait before acting.”

More cryptic advice. Not exactly sure what “opportunity” I’m supposed to be waiting for.

Copper sighed. Conversations like this were becoming repetitive. Carnelian wasn’t the only example of a Master he had a spat with. Lots of other members ridiculed him for being “soft,” a contention that he loathed to hear.

As if caring about the wellbeing of submissives is wrong and not a necessary part of maintaining harmony. Sure, they’re beneath us, but that doesn’t mean they’re worthless. A dog may be beneath its owner, but the owner still carries the responsibility to care for it. You can’t have harmony if the only ponies in existence are Masters with no slaves. Without them, there’s no balance. Ponies like Carnelian are reckless. They throw off the balance and could potentially ruin the Society and all of Equestria if given the chance.

The stallion made his way up to the Society lounge. One of several, though he didn’t pay attention to which one he entered. He just needed to get his mind off things. Slaves were acting as waiters to Masters sitting at their booths and tables. Some Masters had their own slaves accompanying them, who knelt on the floor. Some were busy pleasuring their Masters under the table. Most of the Masters were keeping their focus toward the stage in the room.

A pair of slave mares were having a deepthroat competition, one a unicorn the other a pegasus. Each was presented with a line of twelve dildos spread out along a long plank of wood, each increasing slightly in length and girth. A mare must reach the base with their lips and hold it for ten seconds before moving to the next. The winner would likely get a reward, or at least wouldn’t be punished. The pegasus mare was clearly more enthusiastic than the unicorn. She was already on the ninth dildo, while the unicorn mare was still struggling with the fourth. A minotaur acting as referee was apparently unpleased with the unicorn’s performance. He grabbed the unicorn’s head and forced the dildo down further into the mare’s throat. Tears welled up in the unicorn’s eyes as she choked on the silicone phallus. Her desperate grunts were greeted by applause and laughter from the audience of Masters. Some might call the assistance cheating, the Masters called it entertainment.

Copper sat at a table by himself as he watched the spectacle. It was good to relax for a change. While the Society still had problems that needed correction, it was important to take solace in what it had accomplished so far.

“Excuse me, sir.”

Copper turned his head to meet the familiar voice next to him. It was Grape Sorbet.

“The preparations for Storm Cloud have finished, sir. Master Honey Glaze sent me to escort you to his playroom.”

Most of the playrooms in the Society are featureless at first. Concrete walls, ceiling, and floor. The only equipment built into the rooms were rings embedded in the floors and walls for restraints to be connected to and occasionally a series of chains with a pulley system attached to the ceiling for suspension antics. This design was intentional, as it allowed Masters to decorate the rooms according to their tastes. All manner of equipment and toys could be supplied by the Society so long as the Master reserving the room signed off on it. It takes a lot of work to set up some rooms, but that’s what slaves are for.

As he entered the room, trailing behind Sorbet, Copper saw Storm Cloud standing in the middle of the room, although “standing” may not be the most accurate way to describe it. Storm was bent over in a pillory that had been bolted into the floor. Storm’s neck and wrists were encircled by the wooden frames that clamped down on them. The pillory itself was so sturdy that it didn’t wiggle a bit at Storm’s frantic jerking.

Storm’s lower body was also an impressive work of bondage. The grey stallion’s ass was sticking out, almost level with his head. His ankles had cuffs with chains attached to them. The short length of chains were secured to metal rings embedded in the floor, keeping his hooves spread wide with little maneuverability. The unique thing about his bondage were the restraints at his thighs. A metal pole was bolted into the floor on one end, with a large shackle on the other end. The length of the pole was adjustable and could be locked in place when ready. The pole was angled in such a way that the shackle could clamp down on Storm’s thigh while still being bolted to the floor. Both his right and left thighs were secured this way. It reminded Copper of diagonal support beams that some buildings used. While the chains at Storm’s ankles may have allowed some slight movement, these poles were rigid. There was zero movement possible from his thighs to his hips. He wouldn’t be able to put up any resistance.

He still had some of the same equipment he was wearing previously. His wings were still encased in a sheath to keep them from flapping around. A cock ring was still wrapped around the base of the stallion’s shaft. The ring kept his large erection from softening. It also removed his ability to cum. He’d be able to feel pleasure, but no release.

The final adornment was a dental gag strapped around his head. His mouth was kept wide open with his tongue hanging out. He couldn’t say anything and could only let out a series of incomprehensible grunts as he struggled uselessly against his bonds.

Honey Glaze was next to Storm, checking the restraints and feeling him up.

“Ah, Copper! Perfect timing! I was just giving my little rebel here one last inspection before we got started.” Honey gave the trapped stallion a slap on the ass cheek.

“Agghk!” Storm Cloud yelped.

“What do you think?” asked Honey, gesturing toward the imprisoned stallion’s restraints.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” Copper replied. “This is an impressive setup.”

“Well, it was your idea. You should give yourself more credit. Did you have any trouble finding the room?”

“No, Sorbet was a very helpful little femcolt,” Copper replied. He reached his hand down and gave Sorbet’s ass a light squeeze. Sorbet bit his lip at the touch.

“Feel to check around little Stormy here. If there’s no issues, we can get started.”

Storm Cloud groaned and shook a bit in his bonds.

“No need,” Copper replied, walking over to Storm’s pillory. “I’m sure you were thorough. Let’s get to it.”

“You’re certainly eager today,” Honey said as he made his way to Storm’s rear.

“I guess. I need to take my mind off of things.”

“Rough day?”

“Not really, just Carnelian.”

“Again? Sweetie, you’ve got to learn to ignore him. Sorbet, get in position.”

“Yes sir,” Sorbet dutifully replied. Sorbet crawled underneath Storm and kept a kneeling position. Storm’s twitching length was right in front of the femme stallion’s face.

Honey took out a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket as he and Copper both stripped off their clothes. He poured some onto his fingers. He then took his lube-soaked fingers up to Storm’s rear and traced the lube over the trapped stallion’s exposed asshole. Honey could see the stallion’s muscles tense up at the touch. The grey pegasus was trying to squirm away, but the restraints wouldn’t budge an inch. After applying a good bit of lube to the outside of Storm’s hole, Honey pushed his fingers inside. Honey began coating the Storm’s insides with even more lube.

Meanwhile, Copper was busy positioning his own erection in front of Storm’s forcibly-opened mouth. Even when bent over as he was, Storm was still a large stallion. Copper actually had to use a step stool to properly position himself. The earth pony Master playfully teased Storm by prodding the pegasus’ face with his tip. Copper pressed his tip up against Storm’s snout, allowing the pegasus to get a whiff of what was about to be forced down his throat. The pegasus jerked his head away slightly; his neck wasn’t quite as secured as his lower body was. Copper simply grabbed Storm by the mane and forced his head into position. Ordinarily, a well-built athletic pony like Storm would be able to resist this, but his current predicament gave him no leverage.

Copper put his cock a little bit in Storm’s gaping mouth, but not the full length. He instead began to rub his tip along the tongue. Storm could only grunt in frustration as he unwillingly massaged Copper’s shaft and endured the salty sensation he was tasting.

“Sorbet, begin,” Honey ordered to the slave under Storm.

Sorbet immediately got to work on the large cock in front of him. Grabbing it by the base with one hand, Sorbet began stroking it while licking the tip. Taking his other free hand, he cupped Storm’s balls and gave them a gentle massage with his fingers.

Honey readied his own member and began poking at Storm’s rear. Storm clenched his buttocks in a futile attempt to resist. The hefty lubrication made it easy for the yellow stallion to glide his entire length into Storm with ease. Honey was actually enjoying the bound pegasus’ efforts to push him out. Storm’s hole clenching down on his cock as he thrust in and out only added to the pleasure. The same couldn’t be said for Storm; giving out pained groans with each thrust as his entire body trembled in rebellion to no avail. The best he could do in his position was try to thrash his head around in some vain hope it would be enough to free him.

Copper was getting a bit annoyed by Storm’s constant struggling. It was distracting from his own pleasure. He could feel the pain and desperation coming from Storm and decided to employ a Breaker technique.

“Part of the reason why this is so painful for you is because you’re not relaxing,” Copper told Storm in between his pained grunts. “This is happening no matter what. You’re not going anywhere. Resisting only makes this more painful and take longer. The sooner you let it happen, the faster this will be over with. Once we’re done, you can finally get some rest”

It was a bit of a risky move, as the condescension might just make Storm angrier. But there was the chance that he would take the advice, if only so it would end sooner. Part of making someone a true slave is to make them accept and enjoy their status. Fear of punishment can make one complaint, but true submission is being happy to serve without the need for threats. The way to ease new slaves into this mind set is to get them to focus on the pleasurable aspects of slavery. If their mind is on guard all the time, they become hard to break. If they relax their mind and drop their guard, the pleasure will eventually overtake them. Positive reinforcement.

Storm listened to Copper’s diatribe. He tried to ignore it, but the pain coming from the constant thrusting by Honey was becoming too much for him. Just to experiment, Storm loosened his asshole to try and relieve the pain. The result was almost instantaneous. There was no longer any strain now that he wasn’t clenching. He could feel the pressure from Honey’s shaft going to and fro inside him. He could feel warmth coming off the heat of Honey’s length. But there was no pain. In fact, he actually felt a spark of pleasure go through his body every time Honey’s cock rubbed against his prostate. Combined with the assault on his own cock by Sorbet, who was now busy deepthroating the entire length, Storm felt a begrudging enjoyment of what was happening to him.

For some reason, the sensation of Copper shoving his erection down his throat gave Storm even more satisfaction. The pegasus was unsure why. There was just something about the pressure on his throat as it stretched to accommodate Copper’s length. Something about the slight ticklish sensation on his tongue as Copper’s cock glided across it with each thrust. Storm found himself accidently pushing his tongue up against Copper’s shaft as it slid out several times. At least, he assumed it was accidental.

Good. He’s starting to embrace it.

Storm was becoming overwhelmed with delightful sensations but was simultaneously becoming more frustrated. He was feeling pleasure, but no release. The ring around the base of his cock was keeping him from achieving climax. He gave a whined grumble. He couldn’t move his legs or hips to shake off Sorbet to give him a moment’s rest. He was forced to deal with a ceaseless pleasure that ironically would leave him unsatisfied.

Copper took note of Storm’s muffled pleas and decided to move to the grand finale. Giving a wink to Honey, both Masters picked up the pace.

“Does the big stallion want to cum?” Honey mocked.

“olgh!” Storm replied as best he could with Copper’s cock jammed down his throat.

“We might consider it,” Copper said, preparing for his own release. “Can you say ‘Please, Master’?”

“eeph omfur” Storm replied as Copper’s thrusting became more emphatic. Annunciation was proving difficult.

“Please what?”

“uumph ee uum!

Copper and Honey looked at each other and smiled before they both gave one last thrust. Copper and Honey erupted in two simultaneous orgasms, coating Storm’s throat and ass with warm, thick streams of cum. Honey’s horn ignited and the ring around Storm’s cock detached. Storm felt a wave of release as his own cock finally burst. Three days of pent up arousal cascaded through his shaft into Sorbet’s mouth. The poor femcolt did as best he could to swallow as much as possible, but there became too much for even him to handle. Sorbet turned his head away and gagged a little from the volume, streams of Storm’s cum spraying onto his face and body.

Storm had slouched in his bondage, still riding the high from his climax. Copper had stepped down to check on Sorbet while Honey made his way over to the room’s entrance. Copper stood Sorbet up to get a good look at what happened to him. There was a substantial amount of cum on the side of Sorbet’s face from when he turned away, dripping down to his chin onto the floor. Copper took two fingers and wiped them along the jizz-coated face. Taking his fingers to his mouth, Copper began to suckle them, enjoying the flavor and texture of the slave pegasus’ jizz. It was more bitter than he expected. Most slave cum had a sweeter taste due to the passion fruit. Then again, Storm Cloud was still new.

Storm was pulled out of his blissful stupor at the sound of Honey’s voice.

“Alright, let’s keep things orderly. Single file to whatever hole you want.”

A platoon of stallion Masters entered the room and began lining up at Storm’s face and rear. Storm gave a surprised grunt as the first in each line immediately began shoving their cocks into his holes just as Honey and Copper had. He didn’t understand. He had been told it would be over once they had finished.

Storm Cloud has just learned another unfortunate fact of slavery. Slaves aren’t entitled to any rewards. Masters are under no obligation to be truthful to slaves.

Copper guided Sorbet over to a chair in the room and sat down. He let the femcolt clean his cock while he watched stallion after stallion enjoy themselves with their new pegasus toy. The room became filled with groans of anguish, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and moans of delight as Storm fulfilled the desires of the seemingly endless flood of stallions throughout the night.