Hunter's Flower

by Brony-wan-kenobi

Beginning to Understand

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Wallflower’s face burned as she slowly trotted down Natalus Street making a delivery for Granny Aroma, keeping her eyes down as much as possible as she went. The reason for this wasn’t what she had been hauling in the small, two wheeled wagon owned by the ancient mare’s shop. Rather it was the street itself which was the cause of Wallflower’s embarrassment. On either side of her were tall, two to three story homes made of dark wood with upward curving roofs that had tall spires in the middle of each. Each of these buildings stood a good distance apart from each other, some with their shutters closed, others with them open, a red glow spilling from them onto the street. One or more thestral mares standing outside peering up and down the street, while the scent of perfume lingered in the air around each house almost like a mist.

For a short while, Wallflower had managed to convince herself that nothing was wrong. That this area housed the thestral elite or something. It made sense to her since the buildings here were larger than the tree houses above, with plenty of space between them for luscious lawns. But with each step she took, it slowly became clear how wrong Wallflower was. From the houses whose shutters were closed, she could still hear wild moans as well as other loud cries. Things like ‘harder’, ‘give it to me baby’, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’, reached her ears as she passed them homes. The mares looking down from the windows whistled at her, asking if she wanted to come in for a good time. There were even mares on the street, standing by the front doors in small herds of three or four with their tails raised up so high that Wallflower could easily see their vaginal holes and ponuts. Their cutie marks, by Celestia and all that was pure in this world, their cutie marks! One clearly showed a stallion’s dick shooting out three white water droplets while another was a heart with the symbols for male and female inside. More than once, Wallflower would see stallions like the ones who had come on the train with her approaching these mares. Most looked nervous, stumbling over their words as they tried to ask random things earning annoyed looks from the mares. Only one strode up to one of these mares, hoofing over a large bag of bits before being escorted into one of the buildings.

That’s when Wallflower could no longer deny where she was: a red light district. She had heard about places like these from the Sol her whole life. A place where innocent mares were lured into with the promise of making a quick bit, their minds and hearts quickly corrupted. Where relationships were destroyed as the siren’s song lured good husbands and coltfriends to their ruination! Only, Wallflower had always heard that places like this were well hidden within massive cities in order to keep prostitution away from the eyes of the law. To see it out in the open so…brazenly was enough to turn her world upside down. But then again, the mayor of Hollow Shades had told her that prostitution was legal here. She just never assumed they would be so open about it.

A part of Wallflower was tempted to do what the Sol would normally do in this situation. To gather a group of their followers and publicly shame those who were straying from the path of purity. Yet Wallflower just lightly bit her lower lip as she pushed forward moving past that thought in the process. If she wanted to make the Sol better than it was right now, to get the thestrals onboard with joining them, she had to show them that they weren’t bullies. Or, at the very least, show it to Hunter, Moondancer, and Lightning Dust. Not to mention that Granny Aroma was letting her stay at her place in exchange for working at the shop. That would most likely end if she started causing a commotion in the streets, scaring away customers.

So as Wallflower watched small rocks move past her, she began to consider a better way to handle this situation. Perhaps... maybe she could try talking to them? If they had become tail raisers in order to support themselves then surely she could help them find a better way. Maybe she could try contacting some of the other members of the Sol in other cities to see if there were any job agencies out in their neck of the woods. Or she could try sending a letter to the princesses, explaining the situation here and giving them a list of mares who wanted to improve their lifestyles. A small smile appeared on Wallflower’s lips as she thought about this. Yeah, that sounded so much better than what the Sol normally did. Perhaps those mares would consider joining so they could help other mares who were in horrible situations as well. Or, if not, they could just move on happy with their new lives. Maybe telling friends about what the Sol did for them from time to time.

Neon lights caught Wallflower’s attention as she passed another building with its shutters closed. Looking up ahead of her, the green mare saw a large red sign sticking out above the street which had a mare standing upright with one of her hooves around a pole. At first Wallflower didn’t understand this, but as she began to pass the two story building it began to click. Unlike the previous building behind her, the first floor walls looked like they were all made of black tinted glass with more neon signs and posters attached to them. Most of the neon lights were twisted into words that read ‘MARES, MARES, MARES’, ‘XXX’, and ‘Sweet Apple Acres Reserve’. It was when she saw one of the posters that it all began to click for Wallflower. The picture was of a young thestral mare wearing black heart shaped panties and stockings in the middle of a circular stage with her hoof wrapped around a metal pole coming out of the middle. Stallions and even a few mares looked like they were cheering this thestral on as she gave the photographer, and by extension Wallflower, a smoldering look while licking her tiny fangs.

Face burning even more now, Wallflower began to move her little wagon faster to move past the strip club. About halfway a sudden noise caught her attention and, before she could stop herself, Wallflower looked up. What had happened was the large double doors had opened, showing a brief glimpse of the inside as loud music blasted out. For a moment, Wallflower saw several dark tables and chairs positioned around a stage where the only light seemed to be coming from. Dozens of stallions were gathered around the stage’s edge seemingly from all sides, eyes fixed on the mare who was rolling her flank in front of one of the guests with her tail raised high. Then the door closed, returning the area around to its dark silence.

Wallflower didn’t realize that she had stopped dead in her tracks, however. Her eyes glued to the closed, unguarded doors while her face flushed even darker. She had naturally heard of places like these before from the Sol yet had no idea why such a place was even popular. After all, she lived in a world where most mares walked around naked. Clothing like her sweater was considered optional or used to show status like the unicorns in Canterlot. So how could wearing such skimpy material made one more appealing? Wallflower didn’t have an answer for that, not back when she first heard about them or now when she had seen one of them for the first time. Yet that sight captivated her for reasons she could not quite place.

Wallflower found herself on a small, circular stage only large enough for her to take three steps in any given direction. All around her was darkness, with the only light seeming to come from the floor beneath her hooves. Because of this everything else was lost to the shadows. Looking around her she could just make out shapes. The shapes of ponies all around her! Most of them were sitting in chairs with high backs reminding her of thrones, their heads facing her without moving. A small few were milling this way and that, but it was far too dark for Wallflower to make out anything more.

Loud music began to play from somewhere above her head, causing her body to sway seductively back and forth all on its own. Wallflower knew she should have been scared by this, but she could feel herself smiling as she slowly lowered her barrel towards the ground. She could feel her tail swishing back and forth, giving those behind her the briefest glimpse of what she had to offer. Faintly she could hear movement behind her, maybe stallions leaning closer or getting out of their seat to get a closer look. A look at HER! Rather than feeling embarrassed by this and stopping herself, Wallflower felt her heart racing as she picked up the pace slightly as if to continue giving them a better view.

When Wallflower’s body touched the stage floor, she spun around and twisted in a way she had never been able to do before so that now she was on her back and her hind legs spread wide. Like this, the green mare could see her body proper for the first time. Looking down her barrel, she saw that she was not wearing her normal sweater but instead white silk stockings on all four legs. There was a pattern on them that looked like hearts with a lock in the middle of each, but what it meant she had no idea. She was also wearing matching panties which concealed her breeding hole and ponut from the ground. As she looked between her spread legs, Wallflower saw that the shadowy figures around her were leaning forward. A few of them even leaving their thrones in order to trot closer to the stage as a dampness crept over her panties. Yet even as a group formed before her, Wallflower still could not make out who these ponies were.

But did it really matter?

Licking her lips, Wallflower twisted her body around so that she was back on her barrel facing these figures. She then began to crawl towards them, flank slightly elevated and tail raised. They were still looking at her, their faces never moving away from her. The tempo of the music was getting faster as if to match her own excitement at this moment. Wallflower felt her shoulder rolling as she crawled, no longer caring about how or why she was here or even how she knew how to do all this. All that mattered was getting close to these ponies who were watching her.

When she was close to the edge, Wallflower reached out a hoof towards the closest figure…only to have her hoof bounce back. Looking up in alarm she saw the air rippling where she had touched. Was it magic of some kind? Was she nothing more than a bird in a cage, a plaything to dance for these stallions enjoyment?

Why did that thought make her feel so…so happy? Wallflower suddenly got back onto her hoofs and trotted over to a pole in the middle of the floor that hadn’t been there before. Like the dancer she had seen in the poster, she wrapped her hoof around the cool metal before spinning around. A truly happy smile appeared on her face as she let go of all her worries, all her anxieties and just danced for these stallions. Whoever had done this to her had picked her out of all the other mares. Had seen her, wanted her before Pearly White or anypony else. This pony had dressed her up to look pretty before putting her on display for all these others. She had no idea how she knew it was just one, but it felt so right to believe that. This pony was her-

Wallflower gasped aloud as she broke from her daydream. Or, would it be called a nightdream here in Hollow Shades? Wait, why was she worrying about something like that when there was something wrong with her?! How could she think that being made an object was a good thing? Or even dancing and wearing something like that in front of ponies she had never even met before?! Where had that scene even come from?!

For the next several moments, Wallflower stood there pondering with her eyes glued to the ground. Could it have been that dream she had? The one where she was a slave to the Diamond Dogs, having Hunter pick her out of all the rest? Or…Or maybe it was that fantasy she had at Hunter’s place. The one where she was the one getting fucked while the others watched her. Maybe even the fantasy she had when she first arrived in this town had something to do with it, sucking that stallion’s cock while his marefriend watched. Oh by everything holy within the Sol, was it this place? She had had thoughts and dreams of being wanted before but none of them were like this. Was this place with its open sexuality corrupting her?

A slight fear grew in the pit of her stomach as Wallflower began to move again. What was alarming her the most was how little she was afraid of this corruption. Was she so far gone already that she was welcoming it? Judging by the slight trickle of mare juice running down her leg, she just might be.


Wallflower finally found herself at her destination, having needed to go up and down Natalus Street several times before she found herself at the right dwelling. Located three buildings away from the adult shop (a location that Wallflower found herself gawking at), it stood as imposing as the others where the prostitutes hung around. Thankfully there were none of those mares hanging around the door or looking out the windows as it would have made all of this more nerve wracking. With shaking hooves, Wallflower unhitched herself before walking over to the door and knocking.

“Coming~,” came a lovely, sing-song voice from the other side. A moment later the door opened, revealing a thestral mare. Her coat looked almost pure black with a mane that matched it perfectly with two white stripes running through it. Despite reminding Wallflower of a skunk, her smile was very friendly and her eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked excitedly at the green mare. There was also just enough light for Wallflower to make out her cutie mark: three white musical notes with a star for the note head.

“Uh, hi,” said Wallflower as the mare looked at her, head tilted slightly but still grinning. She didn’t seem like all the mares Wallflower had noticed on this street. “I’m making a delivery for Granny Aroma.”

“Thank Luna!” cried the mare as she zipped over to the wagon. By the time Wallflower turned around, the mare was already holding up the flower within its pot. Wallflower found herself smiling at this for she was just as excited about this plant as the customer, having only read about it back home and glad to see it for the first time with her own two eyes: Waterfall Lilies! In the moonlight, Wallflower could make out its ocean blue petals as well as hearing a constant stream of water flowing down like a waterfall. She knew from her personal studies that these plants only grow in areas rich in fresh water, constantly sucking up the water and letting all the excess spill out from the petals.

“So soothing,” cooed the mare as she brought the plant close to her tufted ear, listening with closed eyes to the sound of the running water. “This is just what I needed to create a more calming environment. Put all my darling little clients at ease.” She then turned to look at Wallflower. “Please, come in while I get your pay.” Without waiting for an answer, the mare placed the potted plant on her back before moving into the house. Not wanting to stay out in the streets alone, Wallflower followed her.

Stepping inside, the area reminded Wallflower of her grandmother’s home before it was torn down. The walls and floor were made of paneled wood, with a few black and white pictures here and there to break it up as well as having a red oval rug on the floor. A light gloss was reflected off these surfaces from the few black candles burning in the room. The furniture looked hoof made from the same blackened lumber of the area, expertly crafted and polished with red cushions tied to the seats. Looking around, Wallflower couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary other than two sets of stairs leading up to the upper floors. Well, that and there didn’t seem to be a kitchen or anything but that could be explained by the lack of her exploration of the house. All in all, it didn’t seem like a pit of debauchery so maybe there were other types of ponies who lived on this street. Maybe the mare inherited from her grandmother and didn’t want to move.

As the mare went to search for the bits, Wallflower noticed another room which was separated from this room with a silky curtain. Feeling a little curious, Wallflower moved over to the entrance and pulled aside the fabric. What she saw was something she wouldn’t have expected. The room was much wider than the room she was in right now, with one long padded bench running along one wall while a few armchairs were nestled along the other walls. Other potted plants were nestled on small wooden tables along with books filled with crossword puzzles and the like. It honestly reminded her of the waiting room at the dentist, only far fancier than the one they had back home.

“Alright~,” sang the mare, surprising Wallflower so much that she jumped a little. As she turned around, she saw that if her curiosity had bothered the mare she hid it extremely well. With a small bag of bits in her mouth, she beamed brightly at Wallflower. As she lowered the bag into Wallflower’s awaiting hoof, Wallflower noticed her eyes glancing at the heart shaped pendant still hanging around the green mare’s neck. “Well, there you go. Payment in full. Now all that’s left is your tip for bringing this out all the way here. Perhaps I can offer you a quicky?”

“I, ah,” began Wallflower, uncertain as to what she meant by a ‘quicky’.

“Oh don’t worry about a thing,” said the mare as she moved besides Wallflower, wrapping a wing around her barrel. “I promise I won’t keep you that long. It’s only fifteen minutes. You can spare that much time. Just tell Granny I offered you some tea or something. And I bet you didn’t come here to work all night. You deserve to have some fun! Just leave it all to me.”

“Well, ah, miss,” began Wallflower but her words were cut short as she noticed something in the mare’s gaze. It wasn’t predatory or anything like that. In all honestly Wallflower had no idea other than it wasn’t hostile. But something about it made her excited and nervous at the same time, heart racing a little as the mare’s lips neared her own.

“Nighttime Sonata,” whispered the mare, her voice sending a pleasurable chill running down Wallflower spine. At the same time, Nighttime’s wing was slowly moving backwards towards Wallflower’s flank.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” came another female voice. Blushing, Wallflower turned her head to look while Nighttime slowly turned her head with a smile still on her lips. Walking down the steps was a pinto thestral mare. This was the first time Wallflower had ever seen that colouration on a thestral, most thus far had dark colours, or dark shades of typically bright colours with few exceptions. As she reached the landing, Wallflower noticed that her wings matched her brown and white spots as one wing was brown while the other was white. As for her long mane which was parted in the middle, it was a pure brown.

“Hey there Sugar Dream,” grinned Nighttime as she trotted over to the other mare, kissing her quickly on the lips. Face flushed, Wallflower quickly averted her eyes before the two mares returned their attention to her. “Looks like Granny Aroma got herself a new special shophoof. She just delivered the Waterfall Lilies! We can put them in the waiting room along with some soothing music so some of those out of towners won’t be so tense. Anyways, I was thinking about tipping her with our special quicky. You can just tell she needs one.” Nighttime’s face lit up. “Do you want to help out? Or are you too tired?”

“Hardly,” said Sugar in a calm tone, her eyes half lidded. “That out of towner was nothing but a little colt. Barely took much to get him off.” She then let out a short laugh before walking over to Wallflower whose heart pounded faster as Sugar glanced down at the heart shaped pendant. “But this one, I can tell she needs it really badly. Let’s give this mare a memory she won’t soon forget.”

Wallflower’s heart was racing even faster than ever as both thestrals came ever closer, slowly licking their lips as they did. By now, there was no question in Wallflower’s head into what she had stepped into: a whore house. Up until now, she had been fooling herself as she trotted into a den of utter corruption. Now, here she was at the mercy of two mares who would do unspeakable things to her. Whatever they would do would make her just like them, unable to leave this place. She would be stuck selling her body for the rest of her life! That’s…That’s what they did, right?

“No,” said Wallflower as she shut her eyes, turning her head away from them. “I don’t want that.”

“Are you sure?” purred Nighttime in her ear, goose bumps appearing down her neck as she felt the mare’s breath.

“We promise we’ll be gentle,” whispered Sugar in her other ear. “Or not, depending on what you desire.”

“I’m sure!” yelled Wallflower at the top of her lungs, legs soon giving out. For a moment, nopony moved or said anything. Perhaps they had been stunned by Wallflower’s outburst. If that was the case then perhaps Wallflower could make a break for it! Get out before they had a chance to drag her upstairs and do the deed with her! Quickly, Wallflower opened her eyes while her legs prepared to leap up off the ground…but stopped when she saw that the mares had backed up by several steps in order to give her room. Not only that, they were looking worried. But why?

“Think we overdid it a little?” asked Nighttime as she looked over at Sugar.

“Obviously,” whispered Sugar in a sharp tone. “Well, don’t just stand there. Get her some tea so she can calm down a little.” Nighttime raced off into the waiting area, leaving Wallflower alone with Sugar. Slowly, Sugar moved closer while keeping a concerned eye on Wallflower. “Sorry about that. Guess it must have felt like we were pressuring you. Do you need help standing or…?”

As Sugar let the question hang, Wallflower slowly stood up on shaky legs. “I-I can stand,” stammered Wallflower who was still eyeing the door.

Sugar appeared relieved. “Oh good,” she said as she smiled with concern. “You had me worried there. Usually, we get a lot of out of towners who, well, lets just say they need a reminder as to why they came here. A little tease here, a little prompt there gets them... well, you know. I guess I just thought that since you were an out of towner… and at this time of, well, no excuse really.” Wallflower said nothing as she stared at the mare with some measure of disbelief. She sounded like she was sorry, but Wallflower still had some doubts. She could be just backpedalling, fearful that a police officer had heard Wallflower’s cry. Then again, the two of them could have easily overpowered Wallflower and forced her upstairs or wherever they were planning on taking her. They could have easily begun the corruption.

“Sugar, where did you put the tea?” shouted Nighttime from the other room. Sugar’s eyes were suddenly filled with annoyance.

“In the bottom cupboard,” she yelled back. “Same place as always.” As she finished saying this, Sugar rolled her eyes. When she spoke again, it was in a muttered tone. “That mare, I swear. Been living here for six years now and still can’t remember where I put the tea bags.”

“I can’t find them,” shouted Nighttime again, causing Sugar’s head to sag while shaking from side to side in defeat. “I found the hot chocolate though. I’ll make her some of that.”

“That’s the wrong,” yelled Sugar, but stopped as Nighttime came racing back with a heart shaped mug in her hoof. As she moved, the brown liquid inside splashed about flinging into the air before landing in small puddles.

“Here you go!” cried Nighttime happily, hoofing over the mug Wallflower who accepted it while Sugar just looked resigned. “Sorry again for all that. If you don’t want to do anything, that’s fine. But, if you ever change your mind, just come a-knocking. For you, we’ll give you an hour and a half free of charge. You can have me or Sugar or even both of us.”

“Well, as long as we aren’t entertaining clients,” amended Sugar as she took a step closer to Nighttime. “If she wants both of us, she’ll still have to wait.”

Nighttime rolled her eyes. “Of course,” she said. “That goes without saying.”

“Um, actually,” began Wallflower, causing both mares to look at her. Under their gaze, the green mare began to feel a little intimidated. A part of her wanted to say thanks and get the heck out of here as quickly as she could. But another part of her wanted to at least try to help them, to see the errors of their ways. She didn’t think she could meet them halfway in this situation, but she could try talking to them like how she was thinking about not too long ago. Even if they refused, Wallflower would at least get some experience in talking to mares in their situation. So that had to count for something right?

Feeling like she might be in way over her head, Wallflower took a sip of the slowly cooling drink to help steady her nerves before continuing. “I’m, ah, a member of the Sol.” Wallflower winced a little as she watched the two mare’s faces shift. At first their eyes widened, the two looking at each other in confusion. Like they were wondering if the other heard what she had heard. When they both looked back at Wallflower, their expression held the appearance of a mare about to say that was a not so funny joke or something to the effect. Slowly that changed as Wallflower didn’t say anything, both looking defensive now.

“I heard there was a Sol in Hollow Shades,” said Sugar, a clear edge to her voice. “But I never would have thought you’d have the gall to con somepony as nice as Granny Aroma! What is it? You using her to find out who is ‘unclean’ or whatever?”

“No, you-” began Wallflower.

“Or were you just scouting the area,” demanded Nighttime, interrupting Wallflower as she extended her wings. “Trying to figure out how many ponies you’d need to bring here in order to better shame us? Or just trying to figure out which home to set fire to?!?”

“I’m not!” shouted Wallflower. As the two gave her a disbelieving look, Wallflower sighed and tried to collect her thoughts. “I… Recently, I’ve been doing some thinking about how the Sol Invictus has treated ponies like you two. And I want to change how we do things, actually helping ponies instead of making them miserable.” She paused there, taking a deep breath. “If you let me, I think I might be able to help both of you escape this life. You don’t need to sell your bodies for a living. Whatever forced you into this lifestyle, there is a way out. One that we can find together. If you let me.” As she said that last part, Wallflower held out her hoof. At the same time, the two mares speechlessly looked down at it. Nighttime was then the first to move, raising her hoof off the ground giving Wallflower hope that her passionate speech had connected with at least one of them! That she was on the road to helping not only them, but the rest of the Sol finding a better way.

Only to have those thoughts shattered as Nighttime brought her hoof to her mouth, holding it there to keep herself from laughing. Horribly it failed as the mare let out a few snorted chuckles with Sugar staring at her prostitute friend in an unamused fashion before the mare fell to the ground. The skunk maned mare could not hold it back any longer, rolling on the ground as she laughed so hard that tears were coming out of her eyes.

“Y-You think t-that w-we were f-f-forced into t-this?” Nighttime managed to say between her fits of laughter, her hind legs kicking the air wildly. Something that only got worse when she saw Wallflower nodding. “HAHAHA! We…Nopony f-f-forced us. I-I-It was an o-option on c-career d-day back in s-school!”

“WAIT? WHAT?” shouted a confused Wallflower.

“Yeah, it was actually a tossup for me,” added Sugar who seemed to be looking back at her own past with fondness. “It was between this or working at the sweet shop. It was hard choosing between that feeling you get when you watch a foal’s eyes lit up when they love a new treat you invented or body shattering orgasms. Still think I made the right choice since I can still help out at any of the sweet shops in town if they need an extra hoof.”

“But…But that’s,” stammered Wallflower as her world began to crack. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Was this place so twisted that they couldn’t see how wrong this was? That whoring your body shouldn’t be an option at a school career day?!? But it didn’t sound like either of them had been pressured into this. That they had chosen this of their own free will. Did that make it any better? Wallflower began to turn her head about, as if she were searching for signs of vileness. Anything she could use to convince these two that they should stop doing this to themselves. To show that they were missing something.

Wallflower’s eyes suddenly brightened. “But, don’t you think that you're missing real love in your lives?” she asked earnestly, thinking about the lonely home she herself had. “I don’t think there would be many stallions or mares out there that would ok dating a mare who has, ah, slept with so many strangers. Don’t you want to have a real, loving family one day?”

Nighttime snickered as she slowly got off the ground. “Oh, already taken care of,” she said while wrapping a wing around Sugar. “We’re already married.”

Even though Wallflower hadn’t dropped her mug, the sound of glass shattering into millions of pieces echoed through the room. She stood there, mouth hanging slightly open, staring at the pair. Nighttime was giving a toothy grin while a hint of red appeared on her cheeks. Slowly, very slowly, Wallflower brought the mug up to her mouth, drank a mouthful of the hot cocoa before doing the most epic spit take of all time. Nighttime and Sugar raised their wings, using them as shields from the spittle that went flying all over the place until finally it was over.

“You’re both-” began Wallflower, pointing at them. “But… I don’t… You’re together… So the…” She rambled like this for some time, her mind working hard to comprehend what she had just heard. The world around her began to twist and turn as her understanding got turned on its head. She could feel herself breathing more heavily as she tried her best to figure this out. But it was like trying to put in a puzzle piece in a slot that clearly didn’t fit! It just didn’t make sense to her at all! As the panic continued to climb, the earth mare noticed the looks that the other two in the room were figuring her. All amusement, all fear, all hatred was now gone. Instead, they looked at her with pity. They pitied her.

“Come on now dear,” said Sugar as she approached Wallflower. As gently as she could, the pinto wrapped her wings around Wallflower as Nighttime took the mug out of the green mare’s hoof. Slowly Wallflower, still rambling, was guided towards the waiting room and made to sit on the long padded bench. Once she was on both mare’s sat next to her with their tails wrapped along their flanks.

“Ok,” said Nighttime. “Use your words. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?!?” yelled Wallflower as she grabbed her mane and pulled it down. “What’s wrong? You two are married! You’re supposed to love and honor each other until the day you die! I could understand forming a herd with somepony you both loved and trusted, but this isn’t it! You are both bucking whatever random stranger walks through that door for bits! How can either of you claim to love the other when you’re doing something like that?!” As Wallflower’s voice echoed through the room, both mares gave each other a look.

“I guess I can sort of see where you’re coming from,” began Sugar. “But, well, can you honestly tell me how many stallions or mares you’ve been with?”

Wallflower’s face began to burn with embarrassment as she looked down at the floor. “I, ah, have never really…Nopony has ever really noticed me before so…”

“I get it, I get it,” said Nighttime, wrapping a wing around Wallflower’s back while raising a hoof in the air in a sage like manner. “You’ve never really experienced that sort of love. That’s why you don’t really get it. See, the two of us fuck all night like you said. But, when we close up for the day and go back to our own bedroom, that’s when we make love.” As Wallflower looked back up at the black mare, she saw her ears twitch a little before placing her hoof under her chin. “Well, I guess we also sometimes make love in front of the client if he pays for the both of us. But when we are fucking him, its just sex. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“Nighttime,” groaned Sugar, Wallflower turning her head to see the other mare resting a hoof on top of her noggin. She then let out a sigh. “Around here, sex has only as much meaning as you give it. Many ponies who come through that door are only seeking pleasure, a short release for whatever reason. Others just have a need to feel wanted, to have somepony to hold on to when they are feeling weak. Sometimes they just need a confidence boost of sorts when they're having a bad day, going home thinking that they satisfied us. And sometimes they really did! Then there are those that, well, want to learn how to pleasure their mare. They’re willing to pay a lot of bits just so they can feel skilled enough to pleasure the mare in their lives better. Not to mention there are who are simply attracted to us, wanting the memory of fucking a hot mare or two. But when two ponies connect, placing their trust in the other to make each other feel good, that’s what I call making love.

“That’s right,” chimed in Nighttime. “I mean, I’m not going to let Sugar here tie me up or anything like that. Not into the really kinky stuff. But I still trust her with my life.” Wallflower said nothing, but blushed madly as the image of what Hunter had done to his mares. If she went by what Sugar was saying, then how much trust were Moondancer and Lightning putting in him?

“And you don’t feel bad about any of this?” asked Wallflower. “Don’t you feel used? Like a tissue or something, tossed aside when they're done with you?”

“Ha!” laughed Nighttime, throwing back her head as she did so. “Like tissue. That’s a good one!”

“I don’t get it,” muttered Wallflower.

“Never mind,” replied Nighttime with a wave of her hoof. “Anyways, the way I see it, ponies who come down this street will pick the mare they think is the hottest. Or the one they heard will give you the time of your life! So when they pick me, it’s like a huge compliment. Even more so when they’re willing to wait for my legendary skills! Only the second best thing you do for me in my book.” Nighttime then grinned before moving her mouth closer to Wallflower’s ear. “The best is to ask for both me and Sugar.”

Now Wallflower was beginning to think that her cheeks would be forever red given how they were burning. Her hooves trembled a bit as she had to admit to herself that she did understand what Wallflower was saying. It was the same way she felt in her recent fantasies, to be picked out of all the rest. For a moment, she wondered what it would be like to work on this street on the far end, having stallions walk past all of those other mares just to share her bed for a while. What she got was enough to cause her to bite her lower lips. It was the same feeling of joy she got from her fantasy not too long ago where she was dancing on a stage or that dream where Hunter bought her.

“I…never thought of it like that,” admitted Wallflower. “I’ve always been taught that rampant sex and all those kinks were evil. That they truly hurt ponies, turning them into deplorable creatures. I never thought…”

Sugar gently patted Wallflower on the back. “Well, sometimes it is wrong,” she admitted, causing Wallflower to turn to her. “It’s like anything out there really, too much of anything can be bad for you. Eat too much and you’ll gain weight. Fixate on a hobby or a project and you’ll become obsessed. Even sex, well, can be like that. That feeling of pleasure can be addicting. And I won’t act like we’re a perfect couple or anything like that. Even in this sort of relationship, there will be times when it gets a little too much. Like when a certain mare won’t stop talking about how big of a dick the last stallion had.” Sugar suddenly leaned forward to shoot Nighttime a dirty look.

“B-But it was big,” said Nighttime, as if this was some sort of defense. “I mean, I’ve had some pretty big dicks shoved into me but this one took the cake! Plus it wasn’t just the size of it, but by Luna he knew how to use it! How that stallion is still single is mystery for the ages!”

“I got it the first ten times you told me,” snapped Sugar. “But when I said ‘I got it’ I didn’t mean ‘tell me another fifty times’!” Sugar then looked up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on her face. “Anyways, it's not like everypony out there is in the same boat me and Nighttime are in. Not going to lie, but I have heard about mares in other areas in Equestria who are pressured or forced into prostitution. Or have to do what they can just to make ends meet. I agree that that’s wrong and that somepony should be out there to help them. All they need is a helping hoof and a reassuring smile, not to be shamed or told that they have been completely corrupted.”

“Yeah,” agreed Wallflower as she nodded, a smile appearing on her face. This had been an eye opening experience for her. By simply talking things out, she was able to understand these mares far better. Hopefully she could take what she had learned back with her when she went home so that the Sol could truly start helping other ponies. Still smiling, she turned to look from side to side at both mares. “So, ah, are we good?”

“I think so,” said Nighttime with a nod. “You don’t seem to be at the same level of arrogant, jerkish, insufferable, un-”

“What Nighttime is trying to say,” interrupted Sugar loudly. “Is that we think we can trust you. I mean, now that I think about it, it would have been smarter of you just to leave when you had the chance than telling us you were a member of the Sol. That way you could have gotten a bunch of your members here in secret and we would never have known. Still, you talked to us like we were actual ponies and not criminals. So, yeah, I think we’re good.”

A short while later, Wallflower was saying her goodbyes to the two mares, ready to head back to the shop and help out Granny. After she and Sugar shared a brief hug, the pinto mare had to go back upstairs to see what was taking her client so long to get up. As she left, Nighttime whispered that her offer still stood if she ever wanted to feel good. That or maybe experience what a night as a tail raiser would be like. Wallflower quickly said no in the most polite way possible before heading out. As she pulled her cart, she kept her head up as she looked around at the mares. She watched as stallions and mares were now approaching them a little bit more, heading into the homes with the stallions appearing as though they had just won a million bits.

That was when Wallflower knew what she wanted to do tonight.


“Are you sure about this?” asked Hunter. Wallflower nodded as the light of the morning sun began to shine through the cracks of his drapes and shutters. Within the stallion’s home she simply sat there, a cup of chilled water sitting in front of her provided by her host. The table looked like it had just been cleaned, no doubt the residents having just cleared it after their evening (or was it morning?) meal. Sitting across from her was Hunter, looking at her patiently with Lightning Dust and Moondancer standing on either side of him. Moondancer was giving her a neutral, appraising look as she rubbed her chin with her hoof making it hard to figure out what she was thinking. Lightning, on the other hoof, was far easier. She was leaning forward slightly with a wicked smirk on her face that would have normally made Wallflower fearful for what was to come. Only, right now she was more nervous than anything else.

“I gave this a lot of thought,” she said after taking a large gulp of water to clear her throat. She had talked a lot, telling Hunter the general outline of what she wanted to try. “Is…Is it too much?”

“No, we can do that very easily,” said Hunter, causing Wallflower’s heart to beat a little faster with anticipation. “I just wanted to make sure. Now, beyond the scene, is there anything you don’t want me to do?” At that, Wallflower blinked before looking down at her water. She knew what she wanted alright, at least for now. But she had just assumed that things would just play out. Of course Hunter had told her that they wouldn’t do anything she wasn’t ready for so…

“Uh, I guess I don’t want you putting anything in me,” she began with her voice sounding unsteady, even to her. She raised her head a little to see Hunter smiling and nodding at her in a reassuring way. It made her feel a little better, a bit more confident. “Also, no kissing. Sorry, but I’m not ready for anything like that.”

“Awww,” whined Lightning as she lowered her head. Seemed like she was hoping that wasn’t off the table.

“Perfectly understandable,” said Hunter pleasantly while Moondancer nodded. He then turned to Lightning. “Could you please get the room ready? Everything you need should be in the closet.”

“Yes Master,” said Lightning, a new spark of excitement appearing in her eyes as she saluted the thestral stallion. Within the blinking of an eye, she vanished leaving an amber zigzagging trail that led to the bedroom.

“Alright then, let's get ready,” said Hunter as he stood. At first, Wallflower just sat there unsure of what to do as Hunter walked away from the table towards a nearby closet. Was she to follow him or something? Her answer came almost at once as she noticed Moondancer’s horn glowing, lifting her glasses off her face before the same glow appeared around her sweater. Wallflower watched as the unicorn stood up on her hind legs, raising her hooves into the air while her magic lifted her sweater off her body without messing up a single strand of her mane. As Moondancer landed back on all fours, Wallflower couldn’t stop herself from blushing at the difference. Without the baggy sweater, the earth mare could see Moondancer’s elegant form as well as her curves. In fact, now that she looked at her as a whole, Wallflower could see that Moondancer had just the right amount of fat in the right places to make her gentle curves all the more impactful. Biting her lower lip, Wallflower brought a hoof to her own sweater and gripped it tightly. There was no way she could ever measure up to that.

“Come on,” said Moondancer as she put her glasses back on while also taking off her choker, looking at Wallflower as she did so. At the same time, Hunter returned carrying a long white box in his mouth which he then placed on the table. “You don’t want that sweater to get ripped, do you?”

“Well, I,” began Wallflower nervously. Of course she didn’t want this sweater to get ruined. But she also didn’t want them to see her without it!

“We could help you take it off if you want,” offered Hunter as he moved behind her with the silence of a shark. While passing behind her, Hunter’s tail lightly brushed up against Wallflower’s flank causing the mare to jump a bit. Turning her head to look at him she saw there was no devious look in his eyes. Without realizing it, Wallflower closed her eyes and imagined having Hunter moving behind her. Him lifting her up like how Moondancer had been, using those leathery wings of his to steady her, before his hooves took hold of her sweater and pulled it up. She imagined what it would be like to have his body pressed against her now exposed fur, no doubt moving his nose close to her neck to inhale her scent. Thos teeth nibbling at her-

Blushing so badly that her fur might forever be colored scarlet, Wallflower quickly took off her sweater as well as the heart shaped pendant. It wasn’t as refined or showy as Moondancer’s had been, just grabbing it by the bottom and pulling it up. The result had been her mane getting tossed around, covering her eyes as the sweater landed on the floor. With one hoof, she swiped away the strands of her mane finding that Moondancer and Hunter were staring at her. The mare cringed slightly fearing the judgment in their gazes.

“Very nice,” said Moondancer, a slight purr in her voice that shocked Wallflower. Heart beating faster, Wallflower looked up to see the two ponies in front with…approval in their eyes? But how? She wasn’t as perfectly shaped as Moondancer nor as lean as Lightning. She was just something that fell somewhere in between. She was just average at best.

“Like unwrapping a present,” added Hunter as he approached the green mare. Heart still rapidly beating, she took a sharp intake of breath when he stopped and stretched out a wing. That leathery appendage moved so that it was right under her chin, lifting her head up so that they were eye to eye. Wallflower wanted to look away, but something in Hunter’s eyes commanded her to keep staring into those slit orbs. Before she knew what was happening, that wing was curling up and around her cheek. Yet she did not break her gaze as she felt a warmth growing between her legs. Staring at him, Wallflower began to wonder if he was going to break one of the rules she had set and try to kiss her. It certainly felt like that’s what they were leading up to. Yet, nothing of the sort came as his wing pulled back.

Before Wallflower could react, two feathery wings wrapped around her barrel nearly causing Wallflower to cry out. “A present for all three of us,” said Lightning with a slight moan in her voice. When did she return? Any more questions were put on hold as Lightning began to run her hooves down Wallflower’s body, causing her to shiver. Not from cold nor fear, but something more pleasurable.

“Now, a few rules before we start,” said Hunter. Wallflower’s eyes widened. They hadn’t started yet?! As he spoke, Lightning released her hold on her and moved into sight showing that she had what looked like a silver tray on her back. The first thing she noticed upon that tray were the same collars and hoof cuffs that she had seen the two mares wearing before. Now that she got a good look (without distraction) at them, she could see that both the collars and cuffs were the same color as Hunter’s coat. Attached to each of the collars was a tag shaped like Hunter’s cutie mark that each read ‘Hunter’s slut’. Next to one of the collars was the magical suppression ring as well as two bells. After nodding at the tray, Hunter reached a hoof towards the table and pulled over the box which he then presented to Wallflower. Inside the box were similar cuffs and a collar. But unlike the two on the tray the color was different, white without any borders or anything other than D rings on each. While looking at them, Wallflower began to feel her fear sprouting within her gut. Like it finally was sinking in that she was going to do something so wrong, unclean, and immoral.

“This is a set I keep for guests,” continued Hunter. “Not at the same level of quality as the ones I have for Lightning and Moondancer, but they will do just fine for now given the circumstances. Once we put these on you and get you all hooked up, we’ll begin. But first, I want to tell you about the safe words.”

“Safe words?” echoed Wallflower, still glancing at the collars.

Hunter nodded. “Yes. For the sake of simplicity we will keep them simple. These words are Kiwi, Starberry, and Juice. Can you repeat them for me please?”

“Kiwi, Starberry, and Juice,” repeated Wallflower. What odd choices. Once more Hunter nodded.

“These words are very important in making sure that everypony is having fun and staying safe,” he said in a firm tone. “If you want me to slow down what I’m doing to you or just tone it down then just say Kiwi. Understand?”

Wallflower blinked. “To slow down just say Kiwi.”

“Good,” said Hunter with a smile. “Now, if you want to take a break for whatever reason, we can pause when you say Starberry.”

“Starberry means pause,” said Wallflower, nodding herself. She was now starting to get it. These words allowed her some sort of control over the… activity they were about to engage in. Allowing her control even when all tied up.

“The final phrase is Juice,” finished Hunter. “I am sure you can figure out this means stop. Not pause, but it ends the session. Use this if things become too much to bear or if you are in pain. Once you say this, the session will end on the spot and we will make sure you are ok. We have an emergency first aid kit at the ready as well as a few other things that should help you to relax. All three of us will be here for you until you are calm enough to go home.” Now Wallflower was getting a little more nervous. She thought this might hurt, but from the way he was making it sound…

“Has,” began Wallflower before stopping herself and gulping loudly. “Has anypony seriously hurt themselves before?”

“With us, not really,” said Hunter as Moondancer and Lightning nodded in agreement. “There have been the occasional scares here and there as well as some minor injuries. Nothing too extreme. With that said, if you are still feeling nervous you can back out. Nopony will think any less of you if you do.”

Once more, another out. A chance for Wallflower to back away from all of this. To avoid this corruptive act, keeping herself pure and good within the eyes of the Sol. With how nervous she was, the offer was extremely tempting. However, Wallflower’s eyes hardened before shaking her head. No, she wasn’t going to back down! These three were her friends and she promised them she would give this an honest try. If she backed out now, she doubted she would ever be able to convince them that this was wrong and to join her within the Sol!

“I’m ready,” she said fiercely, with all her conviction.

Hunter nodded before making a gesture with his wing. At the sight of this, Lightning set the tray on the ground as she and Moondancer moved to the side of Wallflower. There they sat waiting, looking excited and blissful as Hunter picked up the first set of hoof cuffs. From there, Wallflower watched as the two began to extend their legs out for the thestral as he secured the cuffs. As each one was tightened on, the mare would let out a small moan of longing, not caring at all that somepony else was watching them. Then came the collars to which they looked upon longingly. Wallflower watched as they accepted these collars without protest as if they were animals or something less than a pony. It honestly felt like they were degrading themselves by doing this! Yet neither seemed to mind or even care as they gasped as a loud ‘click’ was heard to show that it was secured around their necks. Lightning was the first to be collared followed by the most passionate kiss Wallflower had ever seen in her life. Hunter dominated the kiss, wrapping his webbed wings around the mare and pulling her closer, forcing them to lift their heads while also exposing their necks. The bold mare’s body seemed to just submit to him in that exchange, letting him hold her up while the scent of her arousal filled the air. This seemed to go on for an eternity, yet Wallflower found herself unable to look away.

Eventually Hunter’s lips left Lightning’s, moving to collar Moondancer. As she watched them kiss, Wallflower found their kiss to be more impactful and more passionate than the last. As Hunter slid the magic suppression ring on Moondancer’s horn, causing the unicorn’s body to shiver in what appeared to be ecstasy, as one of Wallflower’s hooves went to touch her lips. She idly wondered if Hunter would ‘forget’ her rule on no kissing when he went to collar her as well. In a flash, she could see herself in that same embrace, Hunter focusing on her alone. Wallflower squirmed where she sat, feeling the heat and wetness in her nethers followed by something that shocked her: her other hoof was dangerously close to her lower slit. After pulling the offending hoof away and holding it in front of her, making sure that she could still see the two kissing, Wallflower began to chastise herself. What was wrong with her? To touch herself like that, with other ponies around no less, was just wrong. She needed to focus! Firmly, she planted her hoof back onto the ground and watched the scene before her until Hunter reluctantly pulled away while a strand of spittle still connected him to Moondancer.

Then, as the two mares began to put on their bells, it was Wallflower’s turn. Slowly she lifted a hoof to be bound, feeling like she was allowing herself to be treated like a criminal. Only, the material that these cuffs were made of didn’t feel as hard or cold as she thought they would. In fact, they felt sort of nice. Secure even. Once all four hooves had been cuffed, Hunter’s wings moved towards her mane to move it out of the way in order to prepare for the final piece. The collar slid effortlessly around her throat as Hunter got close. So close that Wallflower could feel his breath against her fur whilst taking in his scent. She sat there, almost zoning out as she continued to wonder if he would move just a little closer to claim her lips, when she was suddenly brought back to reality with a familiar ‘click’. And, just like that, she was collared like some animal. While Hunter backed away, one of her hooves reached up to the collar and found that there was no tag.

Why did that bother her ever so slightly?

“Come,” said Hunter in a commanding tone, gesturing towards the bedroom. Taking a breath, Wallflower slowly trotted towards the door with Lightning and Moondancer right behind her. The stallion opened the door as Wallflower neared it to reveal that, in the middle of the room, was a similar pulley system that she had seen the last time she was here. Only this time there were four thick, heavy chains hanging from the ceiling that rattled slightly with the slight passing of wind.

Wallflower moved over to it, knowing what she was about to do. Only Hunter walked besides her, placing her in the middle of the chains before ordering her to stand still. This was easier said than done as when he lifted one of her hooves to attach a chain to it, the clinking and clanking of the chains sending shivers down her spine. Biting her lower lip, Wallflower moved the now bound limb as soon as Hunter released it to test how far she could go. While she could swing it back and forth, Wallflower guessed that she could only take a step or two in any given direction. And before she knew it, all her limbs were bound in a similar fashion. She gulped as she shifted in place, examining how it all looked.

“Alright,” said Hunter, watching her carefully as he walked backwards to another part of the room. “This might be a little scary. Please try not to freak out too much, we’ve got you. If it looks like you’re going to fall, Moondancer will catch you with her magic.”

“Or I can get you no problem,” said Lightning as she puffed out her chest with pride.

“More likely you catch her followed by crashing through the wall,” muttered Moondancer, earning a nasty look from Lightning.

The clanking of the chains increased as their slack lessened. Looking over to her side, Wallflower found Hunter pulling on a wheel connected to the pulley system. With slow carefulness, the chains tightened their hold until she found herself lifted into the air. Her first instinct was to thrash about, trying to free herself so she could return to the ground. But she knew those actions were futile since she was well aware that she lacked the strength to break these bonds. Not to mention the fact that she had asked for this. With those facts in mind Wallflower surrendered to what was happening as her front legs were pulled above her head. There was a sudden clicking noise, which was followed by her bonds repositioning her body. Now it looked like she was standing up on her hindlegs with her front ones stretched well above her head. She tried to wiggle them but found it pointless. At least the rear cuffs weren’t as tight, allowing her to close her legs, but could do little else. In the end, she was helpless before the three. Her freedom was gone.

With her body now on full display, Wallflower began to feel an odd tingle run through her body. She became aware that Moondancer and Lightning were watching her as well as Hunter from the corner of his eyes. Their gaze was upon her, staring at her with an odd smile on their faces that nearly brought out a moan from the helpless mare.

“Wallflower, how do you feel?” asked Hunter as he appeared within her vision. “Is anything hurting you?”

Wallflower blinked at Hunter’s words before looking at each of her limbs. “N-No,” she managed to say. “Everything feels ok.”

“Good, good,” Hunter said with a nod. “Now, what were those safe words we talked about?”

“Kiwi means slowdown,” recited Wallflower. “Starberry for pause and Juice when I want to stop.”

Hunter smiled at her. “Alright then, we can begin.” The stallion then took a breath, closing his eyes as he did. When he opened them again, there was something different about them. They were harder, sharper. His posture changed, reminding her of a hoof drawn picture in one of the old Mareville books in the library of a unicorn noblestallion. Like he was in complete control over all he saw. Behind him, Moondancer and Lightning Dust sat down on their flanks with their heads lowered. Yet even like this, Wallflower could still see the small smiles on their faces.

“So this is Barkmoore’s latest capture,” said Hunter as he surveyed Wallflower, tilting his head to the side as he did so. “Hopefully she is better than the rest of the used trash he tries to pawn off on me. Hmm, she’s not too bad looking. A pretty face that would look lovely serving as my cocksleeve. Certainly would be a shame to have her end up as a chew toy for some of those wild pups Barkmoore keeps as company.”

Wallflower’s heart began to flutter while Hunter spoke. Having only given him an outline of what she wanted, she had to assume that this ‘Barkmoore’ was the creature selling her, a captured slave in a private action. But she hadn’t expected him to give her a compliment, even a minor one at that! And the new way he was looking at her was sending all sorts of signals through her body that were completely alien to her. It scared her how good the feelings were while she was in this situation.

“Now, let's check out the merchandise,” said Hunter as he moved closer. Wallflower watched him, trembling for some reason as he moved to her right side. Turning her head as far as it could go she saw his hoof reach out to touch her flank. The contact made her gasp, head thrown back a little as his hoof pressed against her body. Her breathing hitched, chest rising slightly within her bouds while straining to keep her eyes open. Yet Hunter paid her noises no mind, humming a bit as he caressed her cutie mark.

“A little on the lean side,” he muttered, squeezing her flank once more causing Wallflower to gasp. “But it has a nice shape and feel to it. Hopefully she won’t bruise too easily. And I don’t feel any scars or see any marks.” Hunter spoke as if he were inspecting fruit at the marketplace, appraising her to see if she were good enough to put in a salad or something. What was weird was that while this should have been demeaning to somepony like her, it was instead sending small jolts of pleasure through her body. The small bits of praise, somepony taking the time to just look at her. It felt amazing, even if he was only talking about her plot. A haze began to slink into Wallflower’s brain as she enjoyed the feeling, mildly wondering if anypony had ever talked about Pearly like this before.

Hunter’s hoof then began to run down her legs, rubbing along the outside. Wallflower was still somewhat lost in the head, barely aware of how Hunter was touching her. She only heard bits and pieces of what he was saying. ‘Not as well developed as a farm mare, but softer’ and ‘Fur has a slight floral scent to it’. Then, she was snapped back into reality as his hoof moved onto her inner thigh. The touch sent jolts through her body and mind, her head being thrown back as the chains rattled. Out of instinct, she began to close her legs and push the hoof out.

“No!” she cried over the rattling of chains. As she pressed her legs together, she felt something that caused her eyes to widen. There was something, a thin line of wetness, between her legs! How? He hadn’t licked her there or anything. Had she-

“Open up,” growled Hunter while his other hoof grabbed the chain connected to her hoof cuff. Wallflower remained silent, doing her best to keep her legs closed. All at once the stallion opened his wings, using them to balance himself as he stood on his own hind legs, and pulled on the chain. A cry filled the room as Wallflower’s legs were opened up once more, allowing Hunter to feel the inside. She looked down, only able to see part of the hoof as it kneaded her leg.

“Well, well,” said Hunter slowly as he let go. Using three legs he moved in front of her, only one of his forelegs up. The bound mare could see a slight shimmer of light being reflected off of it. “Looks like somepony is enjoying this very much.” He then reached out a wing whose tip touched her teat. Another loud gasp and the rattling of the chains filled the room as Wallflower thrashed in her bouds. No pony had ever touched her like this before. Heck, nopony had ever looked at her like this before. All his touch amounted to was light tracing, yet it was causing something to build up inside her. She could just barely make out him talking about her teats, but her moans were drowning it out when added to the clanking caused as she thrust her chest into the air. Oh by the pure light, it felt like something deep inside her was going to explode!

Then he pulled away. “Nooo,” wailed Wallflower, despite herself. The feeling began to hang there, making her desperate for something. What that something was, she had no idea. All she knew was that she needed Hunter to help her reach it. Even if she knew how to do it herself, which she didn’t, her legs were useless right now. Then, as Hunter trotted out of sight, she felt it slipping further away like the receding tide.

“Hmm, so far she has the makings of a decent slave,” commented Hunter from outside her vision. “Almost one already given how wet and eager she is. Perhaps with the right training and a firm, guiding hoof, she’ll become something more. Like clay becoming a masterpiece under the right artist's touch.” Wallflower’s eyes widened at this.

“I’m not,” she said as she struggled in her bonds, useless as she knew it was. “I’m not like that at all. I’m not a slave.”

“No?” asked Hunger in a mocking tone. Without any warning, Wallflower felt something strike her flank right on her cutie mark followed immediately by a ‘smack’ sound. She cried out in pain, throwing her head back and hips out as the pain shot through her rear. Then, shockingly, the pain began to dull only to be replaced with a dull warmth that felt…good. As Wallflower now hung there panting, she felt the object that struck her touch her side gently rubbing small circles over the place where it had struck. Glancing down she saw that it was a riding crop. It’s owner was behind her, out of sight, as he worked.

“Your body begs to differ,” said Hunter, his tone now sending shivers down her spine. “It knows it wants to serve a master who will bring pleasure in return for obedience. No doubt there is a part of your mind, your very soul, that knows this as well.” The crop left her side and before long it smacked the opposite flank. Wallflower gritted her teeth trying to contain her cry only to fail as the crop quickly moved between her nethers. There it remained, motionless as she let out a soft whimper. Would he smack her there? “Yes, the sound you make is most pleasing. Very good for you. When we have finished, I’ll be sure to pay Barkmoore three times his price. A find like this is worth every bit!” The green mare’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at the sound of that. It was so much like her dream, him wanting to buy her. But willing to pay that much? For something like her? There was just no way and yet the feeling inside her felt like they were rising again.

“Normally, I would sample the product before buying it,” hissed Hunter softly, rotating the crop slowly to make Wallflower feel more. “But with you, I’ll wait till I have you properly trained. You will crawl your way to the collaring block of your own free will, surrendering yourself to me as your slave sisters watch. Only then will you earn the privilege of receiving pleasure from my cock, to feel my seed filling your womb and anus.” Wallflower’s mouth opened, her shock at his word choice surprising her to no end. It sounded so wrong to hear it, yet it brought more of the same longing.

There was a sudden intake of air as Hunter began to move the crop, grinding it against her fair sex. Her head lowered, but her eyes looked upwards while her teeth gritted tightly. She could feel the flow of her juices running down her neck as well as from the corners of her lips. Her appearance must have looked pathetic, yet she didn’t care. All the pleasure that had been lost was returning, edging her closer to the point where it would explode within her. What would it feel like when it happened? She was scared to find out, but was far too curious to use a safe word.

“Moondancer! Present!” barked Hunter as he continued to move the crop. “Lightning! Bloom! Show your future slave sister what is in store for her!” Fighting through the pleasure, Wallflower managed to focus her eyes on the mares as they moved. It was a sight to behold as both of them moved fluidly with blissful smiles on their faces. Moondancer turned around so that her flank was facing Wallflower, tail moving to her side so as to give them a full few of her two holes. Her legs were then spread as far apart as possible, flank raising high into the air while her chest touched the ground. Her forelegs planted on the ground in between her head, which was also on the ground. While staring at her, Wallflower was reminded of a pose in a magazine she had helped burn. That of a mare about to be mounted by stallion. As for Lightning, she playfully rolled over onto her back. Once like that, Lightning reached for her rear hooves to spread them as far back and apart as possible to give Wallflower a view of her own private area. Juices were creating a trail going down to touch her ponut, showing how eager the mare truly was.

“That is what you’ll be like by the time your training under me is complete,” whispered Hunter into her ear. The effect sent new shivers down her spine, amplified by his use of the crop which continued to rub between her sex. “You will be able to do those things and more any time I want. Whether it is at home or when I am showing you off to friends, you will do it all. And, should you make a mistake, I will lovingly correct you.”

“N-No, y-you c-can’t,” muttered Wallflower as her body began to twist within the chains. The rattling could barely be heard as she saw herself being led by Hunter into a large gathering. The two of them soon stopped in the middle of a room so that the hundred or so creatures gathered could see her clearly. Hunter began to bark orders which Wallflower could not properly hear, but her body moved all the same, taking on the same positions that Moondancer and Lightning had as well as a few other random ones she had seen. Imaging all this as well as the feeling of the crop was bringing her closer to the edge she had felt, her eyes now becoming crossed as she did so.

“Oh, is this the part where you cling to the hope that somepony will save you?” asked Hunter, his voice breaking through the clouded haze over Wallflower’s mind. “That once Princess Celestia finds out that something has happened to you, she will do everything in her power to save you? Ha! I doubt it. I happen to know for a fact that she has a collection of slaves herself! Mares and stallions she bought with your tax bits, kept at the castle to service her as her concubines. She might put on a show, but that’s all, unless she desires to add you to her collection.”

“No…lying,” murmured Wallflower as Hunter’s speed with the crop increased. She could now feel her breath hitching, the head looking upwards as she imagined the princess of the light and the image of all that was pure owning her own lot of slaves. Ones that might also be bound like she was, but with golden chains as she…as she…

At that moment, the crop finally rubbed against Wallflower’s clit. The friction against her tiny bundle of nerves was far more powerful than anything she could have expected, head flinging backwards as she was taken through an odyssey of pleasure. White light filled her vision and, for a moment, she felt like she was drifting within a void of heavenly warmth. Only barely could she feel the liquids running down her legs as they twitched uncontrollably. Did she care that she must look like a stupid creature at that moment, head hanging limply to the side with her eyes crossed and mouth open so that drool could easily pool on her coat? No, at that moment she didn’t care if a thousand ponies saw her like that. Right now she felt too good to be embarrassed by something like that.

Sluggishly, Wallflower began to regain a bit of her bearings. As her sense of the world around her returned, Wallflower could see that Hunter was no longer in back of her. He was now seated on top of Lightning who was still in that position, blossom if she recalled correctly, reclining back as if she were now his throne. The stallion was grinning, showing off his teeth as his crop which was still wet from her juices ran up and down Lightning’s legs. As for Moondancer, she was now laying on her belly in a pose that looked like she was lying prostrate as she licked the bottom of Hunter’s sperm sack. Even with the foggy state her mind was in, Wallflower could still make out the look of pleasure in the mare’s eyes with every stroke of the tongue.

For the rest of the session, Wallflower hung there as she recovered from her orgasm and witnessed act after act of debauchery. She watched as the two mares took his cock in every hole, rubbing it against their slits as they praised their master, and drinking all of his cum. She listened to them as they called Hunter their Master, obeying his commands without question. All the while she could see that the three always kept her in the corner of their eyes, watching her and making sure she got the perfect view of everything. This was all for her. And now, she was beginning to think she was going to lose this bet.


Author's Note

IT'S BACK. And just in time for my birthday! :pinkiehappy::twilightblush:

This took longer than normal to write, but that was mainly due to dusting off the cobwebs and getting back into the groove. Hopefully the longer chapter will make up for that. Please let me know what you think in the comments below.

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