Equestria Trainers' Society: The Natural Order

Chapter 3: Control

Copper’s estate wasn’t extravagant in comparison to the other high-class citizens of Canterlot. Some of the snobbier nobles would call it “below average at best.” There was some truth to that. The two-story home wasn’t particularly big and lacked much of the unique architectural flourishes that were commonly associated with the upper class. But what it lacked in style, it made up for in location.

Copper’s estate was located behind the cliffside city of Canterlot, a few miles off the base of the mountain. Twenty acres of woodland with a two-story house in the center, along with a stable off to the side.

I suppose I should invest more into the aesthetics, Copper thought as he entered his home. It’s not like I can’t afford it. I guess I’ve always put more focus into my other possessions.

He was greeted at the door by the head butler, Polished Silver. The butler was completely nude aside from the bow tie that served as his symbolic collar and the metal chastity cage that encompassed his privates. The stallion maintained his polite, practiced posture as he opened the door to Copper’s abode, not making eye contact or saying a word as Copper brushed past him and gave the cage a small flick. Copper momentarily looked back and grinned at the blush that spoiled Silver’s otherwise stoic demeanor. There was always something entertaining about catching slaves off guard, especially the well-trained ones.

I really should let him out soon, Copper noted to himself. It’s been at least three weeks since his last release. He’s earned some relief.

Copper ascended the wide staircase in the center of the house that faced the front doorway and turned left. He opened the fourth door from the middle. The “business room.” He wasn’t sure what else to call it. The name was fitting. Every other room in the house had its share of fun implements and furnishings scattered about, but the “business room” was as dull as it sounded. A sizable wooden desk stood in the middle with a comfy armchair, surrounded by file cabinets and bookshelves with binders full of various charts, graphs, maps, numerical data aligned into columns, account records, etc. Strictly utilitarian; not a toy or spanking bench to be found. An unfortunate necessity of his lifestyle. None of this paid for itself.

He walked over to the desk where his mail had been stacked and laid out neatly; each stack divided by region by one of the maids. Running trade routes wasn’t particularly difficult for Copper, just tedious. Most of his time was spent filling out paperwork. The monotony briefly subsided when he read through a special set of letters. He had spent a great amount of time strengthening connections with the higher-ups of another business, Steelshoes Industries. A business specializing in processing and refinement of ore into workable metals. The current president being Carnelian.

Copper had decided that if the Society wouldn’t do anything about the incompetent master, he would. He had been making a series of under-the-table negotiations with shareholders in the company. Long story short, Carnelian was about to be kicked out of his own company. Sure, the stallion would still have his wealth and investments, but any future pull he had both inside and outside the Society would be diluted. The only reason he had ever gotten away with as much as he did in the first place was because his position shielded him from any harsh reprimands. With no financial clout or position of authority in high society, Carnelian’s “friends” would abandon him. Not exactly as ideal as having him excommunicated, but it would weaken his position enough that he couldn’t substantially harm the goals of the Society. Not without consequence, at least.

After hours of sifting through shipping manifests, signing off on bulk orders, and approving trade routes, Copper finally stood up from his desk. Rubbing his fingers on his across his eyelids, he gave a long sigh and made his way out of the room. He walked out to the back door onto the ranch-like landscape that was his backyard. Most of the area surrounding his house was forest, with some cleared-out pathways acting as trails to move about the property. However, roughly 2 acres of the backyard had been completely cleared out to make room for play areas, one of which was currently occupied.

Copper approached a short scaffold that was reminiscent of hanging gallows. But rather than hanging by the neck, the current victim was hanging by her arms, with one of his maids standing by to watch over her. The hanging mare was one of his newer maids that had spilled some of his morning coffee. It seemed that Grace, his gryphon hiree, wanted to make sure that wouldn’t happen again. An ironic name, considering her job. Copper had a neat collection of broken-in slaves caring for his estate. He delegated a lot of the day to day responsibilities to the head butler while he focused on his career. For the most part, things ran smoothly, but occasionally there would be misbehavior or sloppy work. While he enjoyed doling out punishments personally, his schedule wouldn’t allow him to be there all the time. So he had decided to hire help from the Society. Gryphons were often hired by the Society, as they tended to make good bodyguards and punishment enforcers. Grace was one such gryphon who Copper had gotten to know and respect during his time in the Society, and eventually hired her as his own personal enforcer. Grace was something special. Nearly as adept at breaking in slaves as Copper without any magical assistance, though a touch more sadistic as most gryphons seemed to be. The mare on the scaffold being the most recent example.

The nude mare had her arms straightened out and behind her back strappado-style. Her wrists were bound together with rope, the end of which was attached to the top of a wooden pole on the scaffold. The ropes held her arms tightly into position and pulled upwards towards the top of the pole. Copper could see that her legs were also bound together and were quivering as she stood on the tips of her hooves. He understood the punishment. By standing on the tips of her hooves, the mare could relieve some of the strain on her arms from the ropes pulling at them. But that also meant putting the weight of her body onto her legs. If she were to set her hooves completely flat, it would lower the rest of her body, which would pull up on the ropes at her arms, pulling them back even further behind her head. No doubt that would be extremely painful. The only way to relieve that pain would be to once again push herself up by the tips of her hooves, putting strain back onto her legs again. It was a simple yet devious bit of predicament bondage. Given the amount of sweat glistening off her coat, Copper could guess that she must’ve have been in this predicament for hours. Hours of constant pain going to either her legs or arms while the hot sun relentlessly bared down upon her body.

Convinced that the mare had learned her lesson, Copper decided to be merciful and gave the release order to the maid standing by the hanging mare. As the maid worked to undo the ropes, Copper continued towards the stables hoping to find Grace. It didn’t take him long to find Grace and another slave inside a wide corral in front of the stables.

Copper had taken an interest in a certain form of domination that had been lost to time. Back in the olden days when slavery was common, ponies would often be used for various labor tasks. One of those tasks including cart-pulling. Slave ponies would often pull carts of supplies from location to location as a form of cheap transportation of cargo. Eventually, masters got the idea of utilizing these cart-pullers as personal transportation instead of only cargo. Some slaves became chariot ponies, acting as chauffeurs for their masters. They would wear harnesses connected to chariots and bridle upon their heads connected to reins wielded by their masters. Chariot ponies eventually became a status symbol among the high class, similar to jewelry or fancy gowns. Masters would often decorate their chariot ponies in lavish and colorful harnesses. Their equipment would sometimes be covered in jewelry or made of rare metals. This flashy extravagance was a signal of wealth and status among the elite.

Chariot ponies became so popular that the practice would continually evolve in attempts for the masters to one-up each other. First it was the expensive equipment. Then the masters trained their chariot ponies to move in synch to make their pulling more aesthetically pleasing. Then they began training them to move in stylized movements, called gaits, to make their slaves stand out amongst the others. This would evolve to the point where masters would form competitions for chariot ponies. Races, obstacle courses, and performative gait routines would become standard entertainment among masters. It was a shame to Copper that such practices had faded away, and he was hoping to rekindle the flame. That’s why he had the stables and corrals built. He was amassing his own collection of chariot ponies, and Grace was currently training his newest acquisition.

The chariot pony-in-training was a unicorn stallion with a bright white coat and golden hair. He was wearing the traditional gear. There was a leather chest harness that encircled the whole torso with rings placed in important areas. His arms were kept in a giant leather sleeve, the armbinder having straps connected to rings in the harness to prevent further arm movement by keeping the arms pinned to the back. He also had posture collar around his neck that restricted head movement and kept the pony facing forward, with straps in the collar connecting to both chest harness and a series of straps on his head to secure it. The straps around his head functioned as a head harness that connected other chariot gear. A rubber bit gag was lodged in his mouth with straps on the head harness also squeezing his muzzle so that he would be forced to bite down on it. A set of blinders at the sides of his eyes eliminated any peripheral vision and kept his focus to what was in front of him. As is standard for unicorn slaves, a metal magic suppression ring was locked tightly against his horn. A jockstrap covered his private bits while still leaving his rear exposed. A rear that had some noticeable red marks.

The stallion was running laps around the corral. Judging by his movements, this was more gait training than cardio. Each step involved lifting the knee high up so that it was nearly level with the hips, the thighs being parallel to the ground. Each step was performed this way at a consistent pace; each lap around the corral took roughly the same amount of time. Grace was wielding a whip in her hand as kept track of the stallion’s movements. The whip lashed out against the stallion’s rump, prompting a grunt in response as he desperately tried to maintain his pace despite the pain.

“Don’t think I don’t notice when you slack off, ponyboy!” Grace shouted. “Keep those knees high! Back straight! We’re not stopping until you can get twenty laps with no fuckups!”

Copper decided to admire the spectacle a bit before cutting in. It was nice to see Stalwart Shield settle into his new role. Originally the white stallion had been a royal guard who had been poking his nose around in places he shouldn’t have. Usually the Society did a good job keeping things secret, but there was the occasional do-gooder that would slip between the cracks. Thankfully, the Society has connections within the royal guard; some members being guards themselves. Detaining certain annoyances without causing a fuss was a common practice for the Society. Former royal guards were rare and highly sought after among members, and Copper managed to get lucky with his purchase.

Stalwart Shield wasn’t thrilled with his new position, but Copper expected as much. In fact, he cherished the opportunity. He had broken in many different ponies, but never a royal guard. Figuring out what makes a royal guard tick was an exciting prospect, and his time with Stalwart had taught him much. Copper was surprised at how much easier it was to mold a guard’s will than with other ponies. Intuition would say that royal guards were made of tougher stuff than the average pony. But something instilled in the minds of the militaristic types like royal guards and Wonderbolts is chain-of-command. If one could get the slave in the mindset of associating the master as the “superior officer,” their military-style training would kick in and their obedience would be secured. Granted, it still took quite a bit of “persuasion” to build that association, but the results were worth it.

Watching the skillful dominance of Grace was putting Copper in the mood. He grew bored of merely watching and decided to continue his stroll towards the stables. Grace finally took notice of him walking up the path and gave a short nod as he entered the corral.

“Halt!” Grace shouted at Stalwart, emphasizing her command with a crack of the whip. The white stallion immediately stopped and stood still.

“How’s the training coming along?” Copper greeted Grace with a smile, taking a glance over to the stationary ex-guard.

“Not quite as good as the little ‘birdies’ in the stable, but he’ll get there,” Grace responded.

“I noticed. His strides are bit short and lack fluid movement. It looks mechanical.”

“Yeah, ponyboy is a bit rigid.”

“Probably too focused on the fundamentals. I can tell he’s still resistant to his new role. He’s obviously copying the movements he’s been told, but he’s not in the right mindset to perform instinctively.”

Copper felt a twinge of fear coming off the ex-guard as he said that. Copper walked over to the halted ex-guard and gripped underneath the stallion’s muzzle. The fear was growing stronger, but kept Stalwart gaze forward and didn’t make eye contact. He knew not to look anywhere other than straight ahead without permission.

“I know you think merely following orders is sufficient enough to fool me, but it isn’t,” Copper scolded. “That’s only the first step. There’s something you need to understand about Society training. By the end of this, you won’t be obeying me because I force you, but because you love it. The sooner you accept that inevitability, the more enjoyment you’ll have for your new life.”

“I’ve been running him through gaits all day and he’s still not getting it,” Grace intervened. “I figured more whipping would do the trick, but it’s not working out like I thought it would.”

“Remember what I told you,” Copper responded. “I know you prefer the ‘stick’ approach to training, but sometimes you need more incentive than just punishment.”

Copper emphasized his point by releasing his grip on Stalwart’s muzzle and tracing his hand down the white stallion’s exposed chest, reaching around to grab at his ass cheek. Stalwart gave a short, but loud, huff through his bit, causing Grace to snicker.

“You said my ‘birdies’ were in the stables, yes?” Copper asked.

“All set. Got ‘em prepped and ready!”

“Excellent. I think this would be a good teaching moment for our little chariot pony. Besides, I’ve been needing some relief today.”

“You and me both.”

Copper chuckled. “Well, feel free to assist me once I get my other two ponies out. Just remember the rules for Stalwart.”

“Yeah, I know. ‘Bad ponies don’t get orgasms’ and all that shit.”

Ordinarily Copper might’ve taken offense to such a flagrant response to his rules, but he had grown to appreciate Grace’s abrasive attitude. It added to her domineering presentation, and honing that personality trait made for good slave trainers.

It didn’t take long for Copper to find his prized chariot ponies upon entering the stables. Both had trotted up to the bars of their individual stalls the instant he had entered. Copper opened the gates of each stall and brought each pony side-by-side. He took the time to admire his collection. Wonderbolts, even ones in the reserves, were a rare commodity among Society members. With so many eyes on them, it became difficult to add any to the Society without careful planning. It had been quite a bit of hassle and expense to get these two, but it was worth it.

The stallion, Sky Stinger, and the mare, Vapor Trail, stood at attention while their owner looked them over. They were dressed in the same tack that Stalwart Shield had on, albeit more decorative. Whereas Stalwart’s gear had been bland training tack, they had earned their ornate gear. The harnesses were colored to complement their coats. Vapor Trail’s was a light teal, which matched up with her mane and contrasted well with her coat without looking gaudy. Sky Stinger’s was a dark blue, blending in just enough to match with his coat without looking completely indistinguishable from it. The rings around their harnesses and the bits in their mouths were made of silver. In addition to the blinders, bits, and reins that made up the head harnesses, each also had a feathered plume rising from the top of their head matching the colors of their harnesses. Their armbinders were colored similarly, although this time their arm sleeves were secured to the fronts of their abs like a straitjacket. This was so their arms wouldn’t get caught up in the wing sleeves that held their wings in place. Their winds were moderately stretched out, but completely immobile. Existing purely for decorative purposes. Unlike Stalwart, their privates were left exposed.

Copper eventually took their reins, one in each hand, and pulled them along as he walked back outside. The two chariot ponies followed dutifully without any struggle or tugging. Stalwart was still in training, but these ponies had been completely broken in. Wonderbolt training had inadvertently made their minds more receptive to following orders. It didn’t take long to mold them into perfect pets. He had noticed how well they worked together and took advantage of that. The way the moved in-synch with each other was nothing less than spectacular to watch. These ex-Wonderbolts had been good investments.

With two ponies in tow, Copper met back up with Grace at the corral. Stalwart Shield was still maintaining his standing position, although now facing the corral’s entrance gate. Copper positioned Vapor Trail in front of the gate.

“Bend over.” Copper ordered.

Vapor Trail bent her upper body forward so that it rested on top of the corral gate while keeping her legs straight.

“Spread.”

Vapor spread her legs wide into a V shape. Her ass and pussy were now sticking out in front of Copper. Copper glanced at Sky Stinger, who was correctly keeping his vision straight forward and not looking down at his partner’s exposed bits. Copper looked down at Sky’s flaccid cock.

Going to have to fix that.

“Sky. Stalwart. Look at me.”

Both ponies’ gazes immediately drifted over to their master. Copper bent down to Vapor’s cunt. He brought his thumb up to her clit and began rubbing it in a clockwise motion while licking the outer folds of her labia. Vapor Trail started to whinny as arousal trickled down her pussy and onto the ground. The two chariot stallions watching were watching intently. Their arousal was becoming apparent. Sky Stinger was at full mast while Stalwart Shield had a noticeable erection trying to poke through his jockstrap. It was becoming a bit too much for Stalwart to handle; he tried averting his eyes to relieve the burning in his loins. Grace took notice of that a gave him a hard whack with the whip.

“Nuh-uh, ponyboy. Kneel! Eyes forward!”

Stalwart bent down on his knees and continued to face forward, keeping his eyes on his master at play. Copper turned his attention away from Vapor and onto Sky’s throbbing shaft.

Quite a decent length. I’m going to have a bit of trouble with this.

Copper began licking the tip of Sky’s cock. He took his tongue and then dragged it down the length before moving down to the balls, giving them a quick lick, and then dragging his tongue back again across the length and back to the tip. Grasping the base with one hand and fondling Sky’s balls with the other, Copper took half the shaft in his mouth and bobbed his head back and forth. It took some effort to get it all to fit, but Copper managed. He made sure to press his tongue up against the underside of Sky’s cock as it went in and out of his mouth. Copper stopped once he tasted the salty precum hit his tongue. He could feel Sky nearly reaching the peak and responded by giving the base of Sky's shaft a tight squeeze, denying Sky a quick release. While this was fun, he didn’t want it to end here. Taking his mouth off the twitching Wonderbolt cock in front of him, he stood up and grabbed the Sky’s reins. Undoing his pants and revealing his own erect stallionhood, Copper positioned himself between Vapor and Sky.

Copper inserted his length into Vapor’s wet marehood. Pulling on Sky’s reins with his left hand, he guided the stallion’s cock into his own hole. Copper relaxed his asshole as Sky’s cock poked at the entrance, his spit providing enough lubrication to let it slide slowly in. A nice tingle of ecstasy followed as Sky’s length hit Copper’s prostate. Taking Vapor’s reins in his right hand, he pulled them toward himself with each thrust he made while simultaneously pulling on Sky’s reins with his left hand. They were working in synchronization. Every thrust from Sky would be followed by a thrust from Copper, who would then thrust herself back onto Copper’s length, causing Copper to thrust back onto Sky’s length like a perverted Newton’s cradle.

Copper couldn’t help but think back amusingly at some of the other masters in the Society who looked down on him. Apparently being the “receiver” wasn’t considered dominant by a lot of masters, at least among males.

Idiots. Powerplay in sex isn’t about the position, it’s about control. If those insecure masters want to purposely deny their own pleasure out of some misguided idea of dominance, then it’s their loss.

Stalwart Shield wasn’t taking this well. His erection was straining to escape the confinement of the jockstrap that kept it from reaching its full length. It was starting to get painful in addition to his inability to get any release from this forced observation. Grace had taken notice of this and decided to have some fun. She positioned herself in front of the kneeling stallion. He did his best to maintain his composure as he was now staring directly at Grace’s crotch. She placed her boot directly on top of shaft that was trying to escape its prison and slowly pressed downward, eliciting a muffled moan from the ex-guard. The stallion’s cock was now pressed between her boot and the ground.

“Does ponyboy wanna play?” Grace mocked. “Sorry, you know the rules. No pleasure for you until you can get it right.”

Grace unzipped her trousers and took hold of Stalwart’s horn. The dripping from her folds showed that she was also feeling frisky. Grace pulled on the stallion’s horn and made it so that his muzzle was pressing directly up against her cunt. She held him there for a few seconds, letting her fluids drip onto his face as he inhaled her scent. Eventually she pulled his muzzle away,

“Tell you what, you do a good job with me, and I might consider convincing Master Copper to let you cum.”

Grace positioned her sex over Stalwart’s horn and began so rub her folds along the length. Eventually she inserted the whole thing into her.

“Unf, c’mon ponyboy! I’m not the one who should be doing the work here!” Grace gave the whip another crack.

Stalwart did his best to stimulate the gryphon from his kneeling position. Moving his head up and down, he continued to thrust the length of his horn into her dripping pussy. More of Grace’s fluids began to slide down Stalwart’s face as he continued thrusting. Grace dropped her whip and grabbed a clawful of the stallion’s mane to keep him steady while using her other claw to rub her breasts.

“Remember, eyes forward!” the sadistic gryphon ordered.

Stalwart did his best to keep his vision locked on his master’s activities. Copper was riding out the physical sensations and arousal emanating from his two Wonderbolt slaves as their thrusting increased rapidly. He enjoyed the filling sensation of Sky’s shaft as each thrust glanced off his prostate and sent a wave of pleasure rippling through his body, while simultaneously feeling a secondary wave wash over him as his own length was being stimulated by the tight warmth of Vapor’s marehood. He enjoyed the hot breath on his back as Sky continually fucked him. He loved the sounds coming off Vapor each type his hips slapped against her body. Vapor was squeezing her hole around Copper's cock, her pussy trying to suck his shaft in as he tried to pull back. Borrowing her idea, Copper squeezed his ass as Sky was pulling back, putting even more tension on the Wonderbolt's cock while putting more pressure on his prostate; sparking more and more bursts of bliss as he could feel the encroachment of an explosive orgasm. He was on the verge of sensory overload.

Copper could feel Sky’s release approaching. Giving the reins one big tug, Sky thrusted himself into his master one last time before his body gave a massive spasm and blasted several large spurts of cum inside. Copper let the sticky warmth of Sky’s jizz give him that extra bit of stimulation to push himself towards his own orgasm. With a final thrust, Copper released his pent-up arousal into Vapor’s cunt, filling her with his own seed as she gave another whinny.

Stalwart watched in sadness and frustration as Grace continued to pleasure herself with his horn. Tears welled up in the ex-guard’s eyes. He lamented his powerlessness after being caught. He lamented the humiliation of his new position as a mere plaything. And right now, he lamented the pleasure he had been denied. Pleasure he would never get to experience. Not until he was a good pony.