Hunter's Flower
Dreams Shared
Previous ChapterNext ChapterWallflower trudged through the desert, the hot sun beating down against her naked coat as she crossed dune after dune. The heat of the sun sapped her strength making her wish she could slow down or just stop and rest, but every time she tried her Diamond Dog captor would pull on the reins connected to her bit and bridle. While it was crudely made, looking old and dingy, Wallflower had discovered that it was sturdy enough so that she had no hope of breaking free. And even if she did by some miracle break free, where would she go? No matter what direction she looked, all she could see was sand. She could very easily get lost, running around in circles until the heat of the sun finally took her or she died of thirst.
As Barkmoore the slave master tugged on her reins again to force her to quicken her trot, Wallflower looked at the other slaves who had been bought at the auction. All of them mares, clearly prettier than she was and for what she had seen, been bought at ridiculous sums. All of their heads were downcast, many of their manes being dragged in the sands as they too suffered as their Diamond Dog slave traders transported them to their final destination. What was odd was that some of them looked familiar to her. Several times, Wallflower found herself staring at one of them thinking that they were her sister or some other pony she knew back from home. One time it was even her own mother! But before the image could sink in, they seemed to morph back into some random mare.
“Faster pony!” snarled Barkmoore as he again tugged roughly at reins. “Town ahead, town ahead. Bring you to Lord Hunter and get big tip Barkmoore will. Barkmoore leave with treasure while you stay slave.”
Letting out a small whimper, Wallflower looked ahead to see that Backmoore was right. Where nothing but sand had been just a moment before stood the gates to a massive city made of sandstone, with long red drapes spaced out along the walls. All of this made Wallflower feel smaller than ever as she was pulled through, feeling the lack of sun on her fur for the first time in so long. As they moved through the gate, Wallflower also noticed a large number of guards from all sorts of tribes. Unicorns, pegasi, earth, and even thestral! What’s more she also spotted a few non ponies in armor alongside them like the kirin and griffons. All of them wore armor in light leather padding, holding spears upright as they watched the mares pass without a word as if this were an everyday occurrence. Clearly none of them took issue with mares being sold. Some, Wallflower noticed, had a gleam in their eyes as they watched them pass and some even licked their lips.
There was a brief pause when they reached the opposite side of the guard, one of the guards asking about their business. One of the Diamond Dogs in front let out a few barking remarks before producing some tour paperwork that looked like it had been chewed on. The guard took it, looking unbothered by this and managed to read it. Whatever it said seemed to confirm what they were there for, allowing the group entrance. However, as the rest of the mares were led into the city, Barkmoore spoke to a bat winged one in hushed tones. The thestral guard nodded as bits were then exchanged before taking off, flying over houses and pillars of sandstone towards a villa laying on top of a mountain overlooking the city. Tugging again on her reins, Wallflower found their progress halted as she was silently told to wait while the others went into the city.
The two waited there in silence until a chariot pulled by two thestrals arrived and landed in front of them. Tugged again by her reins, Barkmoore forced her in. The chariot waited only long enough for her hooves to no longer be touching the sand before it shot off into the air, the city below becoming a blur of shapes as they zoomed off towards the villa.
In what felt like a blink of the eye, they had landed and before Wallflower could take note of anything she was led inside. Now the villa, which had looked like a fine upper class building from the distance, now looked like a wooden cabin on the inside. Wooden floorboards, wooden walls, a tree coming out along one side of the wall all gave the impression that this place belonged deep in the woods rather than a mountain top. It all seemed…really confusing as it was also familiar in some way that Wallflower could not quite place.
“So, you finally arrived Barkmoore,” came the voice of the stallion who had bought her. Heart racing, Wallflower looked up to see Lord Hunter sitting in a comfy armchair at the other end of the room. Leaning back in his seat, one hoof raised to rest his chin on, his legs dangled off the edge of the seat which showed off his privates. Between his legs were two collared mares, Moondancer and Lightning Dust. As one they licked Hunter’s balls in slow motion as if to savor the taste. Watching them, Wallflower felt her own tongue quiver slightly as her mouth became moist. Like she too longed to taste it. There were others there as well. Off to the side were two other thestral mares, Nighttime and Sugar, who laid on the floor as they licked the other’s birthing hole while making loud lewd noises.
“Barkmoore came as soon as Barkmoore could,” said the Diamond Dog as he bowed deep before Lord Hunter. “Puny dirt pony slow. Bad thing it is.”
Lord Hunter’s eyes narrowed at this, causing Barkmoore to visibly wince. “You shall not speak of my property like that,” he said, his tone causing Barkmoore to take a step backwards while Wallflower felt her heart flutter. It was odd for she knew she should have said something like ‘I’m nopony’s property’ or something to that effect. Perhaps even knocking Barkmoore down and making a run for it while he was terrified. And yet knowing that she alone had been bought at that auction to somepony who was fond enough to scold this beast for such a minor insult was…moving.
“Many, many sorry Blackmoore is,” said the Diamond Dog quickly. “Won’t happen again.”
Lord Hunter said nothing for a moment before letting out a sigh. “You shall be paid outside by my staff,” he said shortly. “Now leave my sight.” Dropping the reins, Barkmoore turned and quickly left. In mid-air, however, the reins transformed into mist starting at the farthest end and moving up all the way to her bridle and bit. The mist began to descend down from her muzzle before floating around her neck in a ring shape as the rest of it reached out towards Lord Hunter’s other hoof, wrapping around it before solidifying into a leash. Wallflower sat there shocked as the mist continued to become a solid, pressing against her neck as it became a collar.
As Wallflower reached up to touch the collar, an almost indescribable feeling overtook her. She knew that, at that moment, she belonged to somepony else. And it made her happy. Somepony out there wanted her. Looking up, she saw her Master’s warm eyes upon her and allowing her time to take in this new position in her life. Still touching the collar, seeing that the leash was still in his hoof, Wallflower found herself feeling safe. That somehow she knew that as long as he was in control, she would be ok. A small voice in the back of her head that sounded just like Pearly White told her that she was wrong, that there had to be some sort of magic in the collar to make her think this.
Lord Hunter smiled at her and when he spoke Pearly’s voice vanished. “Come here,” he said in a commanding purr. “I want to try out my new slave.” At that moment, the room became filled with ponies lined up on either side of her. Briefly she glanced at them. On one side she saw the thestrals of Hollow Shades looking at her curiously, even Nighttime and Sugar. Opposite of them were the ponies of her hometown, disgust in their eyes and their lips beginning to curl into hateful sneers. Even her mother and father were there, almost right next to her, and they seemed to be begging her to resist. To try and take off the collar. That if she did that, then they would come help her.
“Sex only has as much meaning as we give it,” came Sugar’s voice echoing all around her. Remembering what she had told her, she looked forward again towards Lord Hunter. He still held her leash, not tugging on it or anything. Like he was waiting for her to decide something, not applying any pressure. Taking a breath, Wallflower’s eyes trailed down to look at the mares between his legs. Both of them had their tails raised, pushed to the side so that their vaginas were visible and showing anypony who looked their way that they were drenched. Neither stopped giving the Master attention, but Wallflower could see that they were watching her out of the corner of their eyes smiling as they moved a little further apart from the other leaving a space large enough for one more pony to join them.
“Go on, have a taste,” said Nighttime as she appeared right next to Wallflower. The green mare let out a shudder as she felt a leathery wing slide down her back before cupping her flank. “See if you like it. You know you want to. Then, maybe we can all have some fun.”
“Don’t you DARE!” declared Wallflower’s mother as she stepped forward, glaring at Nighttime who merely smiled. “No more exploring, it’s wrong and you know it! It’s shameful and impure!” Wallflower looked at her mother, her breath quickening as she looked over at Nighttime who just gestured at Master Hunter. Wallflower looked over at the stallion who was still waiting for her with great patience. Moondancer and Lightning were now wiggling their flanks as others watched them. Watched them…Wallflower wanted them to watch her too! She wanted them all to watch her as she-
Gasping, Wallflower shot up out of bed. Sitting there, a sudden wave of panic hit her as she looked around seeing sights that were unfamiliar to her. For a moment, she thought she was going to have a panic attack as she tried to figure out where she was and how she got there. Thankfully, that didn’t happen for with every breath she took things began to come back to her. She was in Granny Aroma’s guest room, sleeping in the bed she had provided for her. She was here on a mission from the Sol to get more members. And, not too long ago she…
Breathing returning to normal, Wallflower felt her hooves reach up to grab either side of her head as she remembered the deal she had made with Hunter and his herd. As well as taking her first steps into that world of the unclean. How she had been tied up, suspended in a way that exposed everything and treated like an animal in some sort of inspection. All of it at her request! Her green cheeks darkened as she remembered the feeling of the collar that had been slipped around her neck, the cuffs around her hoofs, and…and the stinging of the crop on her flank. Finally, she remembered cumming in front of them as they all watched.
But, what came after that?
Wallflower sat there in the darkness for a while, slowly lifting her head up with half of her vision obscured by her mane. With her mind calmer now, she could easily recall what had happened since it had only occurred a few short hours ago. She had no idea how long she hung there after her orgasm, watching as Moondancer and Lightning’s holes were filled with cum. But when the…scene finally ended, Hunter approached her to let her down while the two mares went to get something from out of the room. Her heart beat a little faster and the blush returned to her face as she recalled how gently he helped her out of the bindings, speaking to her in a reassuring tone as he helped her back onto her hooves. How he held her close to him, wrapping one of his bat-like wings around her as he then led her closer to the bed. At first, Wallflower felt a small twist in her gut thinking that Hunter was going to take her while she was in a vulnerable state. A state where she might have allowed him to do that with no objections. But no, he held her there as he talked to her, telling she did a good job on her first try and just reassuring her that he had her.
Wallflower closed her eyes as she remembered that feeling. The feeling of being the only mare in the room, having a stallion whispering softly into her ear as he held her. Feeling his heartbeat as their bodies were pressed together. His warmth. All of that just made her feel so…safe. Like he would never let anything bad happen to her. In that moment, that feeling was the most intoxicating thing she had ever felt.
A moan escaped Wallflower’s lips as she recalled what happened next. Both Moondancer and Lightning returned with robes which they together helped put on her, separating her from the touch of Hunter. She recalled fighting back the urge to whine like a little filly as they put on their own robes before tossing one over to Hunter which landed on his back. Wallflower was then led over to the bed where she was placed on her back, mane spread out as she stared at the ceiling while Hunter put his own robe on. Then all three of them crawled onto the bed and surrounded her. Wallflower could remember the feeling of all of their hooves wrapping around her, cuddling her for what seemed like forever. All of their attention was on her, making her feel even more safe. Oh by everything that was pure and good; if the feeling with her and Hunter had been intoxicating, now she felt like she died and gone to paradise!
Oh, if only she could have stayed like this forever. It would have been so perfect! But the real world could not be denied. Moondancer and Lightning both had to work in the ‘morning’ as did Wallflower. So after checking the clock and making sure that Wallflower was ok to move, Hunter helped Wallflower back onto her hooves before taking her back to Granny’s place.
With tired eyes, Wallflower glanced over at the clock ticking away on the nightstand next to her bed and saw that she still had a few hours before she had to get up. She knew she could just lie back down, close her eyes, and return to the land of slumber. Yet the fear of returning to that impure dream frightened her. Having that collar around her neck, leash held by her Mast-, NO, Hunter while so many ponies watched. Yet what scared her even more was that there was a part of her that wanted to return to that dream. To-
What was that smell? Sniffing the air, Wallflower picked up a scent that was shockingly familiar. An odor that made her eyes grow wide as she sat there on the bed, not daring to budge. At first, she tried to tell herself that there was nothing there. That it was just a trick of the mind, bits of the dream that had lingered into the waking world. Yes, nothing but her overactive imagination at work. But, the more she thought about it, the more she could smell it. And the more she smelt it the harder it was to deny that it was what she thought it was. Slowly, Wallflower lowered her hooves until they were in front of her to inspect them. There, even in this low light, she could see one of her hooves was semi wet. Hair from her mane was sticking to it as the liquid began to dry. Her body began to shake in fear as well as something else, something that was so very wrong to all her teachings, Wallflower somehow managed to bring her hoof and inhaled.
In an instant, her throat went dry as her fears were confirmed. Not thinking about anything else, Wallflower tossed off the blanket to see it for herself. Bending down, she could see it. Her most private of private areas was slightly wet as it winked. She had been playing with herself in her sleep.
“Young’en, watch out!” Granny Aroma’s sudden voice startled Wallflower, causing the sleepy mare to stumble and veer off course from her chosen path within the aisle of the plant shop. As she did, her barrel grazed branches and leaves of a very thorny plant. The sharp prickling felt like they were about to cut into her, causing Wallflower to jump to the side while her jaw tightened on the watering pail in her mouth.
In a panic, Wallflower began to circle around herself trying her best to see if she had been cut. Around and around she went, quickly becoming dizzy while forgetting her surroundings once again. Thankfully, she did not fall into the plant but rather she tripped over a large root running along the floor before rolling to the other side of the room. The world began to tumble around her, pail lost as her back landed against the counter where Granny sat. Her accident didn’t end there, however, as the force from her plow knocked one of the potted plants on the counter down. Luckily, Wallflower looked up in time to see it and managed to catch it before it shattered on her head.
“Sweet Luna and Blessed Moon!” cried Granny as she moved her ancient body around the counter, moving as fast as her old bones would allow her to check and see if her employee was alright. After setting down the flower pot, Wallflower managed to rise just in time to look into those very thick and heavy glasses worn by the old mare. “You alright there young’en? Nothing hurt too bad?”
“No,” replied Wallflower with a wince. Feeling the adrenaline beginning to drain from her system, allowing her to think more clearly as she calmly looked down at herself. With her brown eyes, Wallflower scanned her sweater and flank finding there were no cuts on either of them. Just patches of dirt that could be easily washed away. Naturally Wallflower’s back was feeling a bit sore, but it was already beginning to fade. Honestly, she felt rather lucky that this was the worst she got given all the dangerous plants that were here. If she had rolled a little more to the right, she could have been scooped up by the Widow Maker again!
Granny let out a sigh of relief. “Ohh what a relief,” said Granny before a frown appeared on her face. Her head lowered a little so that her beehive mane tilted in a way that made it look like it might fall down before she raised a slender hoof into the air, shaking it in anger. Light seemed to roll around on her very thick glasses, giving them an angry glint. “Need to keep your wits about you missy! Can’t go down these aisles while in Luna’s LaLa Land! This ain’t one of them fancy dancy flower shops you find in them fancy dancy towns or cities! Not keeping your wits about you is a good way of getting hurt! Or worse! Now I ain’t had anypony living under my roof die before and as sure as Luna’s sweet flank ain’t gonna start tonight. You hear?”
“Y-Yes,” stammered Wallflower as she fought her best not to take a step back as she felt a well of shame. This hadn’t been her first accident of the night, but it had been the closest she had gotten to where she could have been really hurt. No wonder as her eyes had been narrow, with small wrinkles here and there. Her mind had been groggy as well, affecting her hoof coordination so much that she was tripping over herself. Several times she had found herself trying to water plants with an empty pail or was just watering the floor. Either the older mare hadn’t noticed this or she just assumed that Wallflower was still getting used to working all night.
Only that wasn’t the case. Not really. The sad truth of the matter was Wallflower didn’t get much sleep after her little discovery because she didn’t trust herself. Afraid that, if she fell asleep, the dreams of being made a slave again would return. Perhaps picking up where they left off where she would see what choice she would make. Afraid that, while she slept, her hoof would return to her private area again to pleasure herself while she dreamed. Instead, after she cleaned up (thankfully she didn’t have that much too clean), Wallflower spent the rest of the night in a semi-awake state going as far as to set her alarm to sound off every fifteen minutes to ensure that no dream would take her to that impure state again. No matter how much a part of her wanted to go back.
Perhaps the elder mare sensed the shame within Wallflower for when she spoke next, her tone was kinder. “Guess this is also a tad my fault as well,” she said. “Should have seen this coming with this being your first time in Hollow Shades during Hearts and Hooves. All the excitement and fun to be had.” A lewd smile appeared on Granny’s lips. “Spending some daylight with a stallion, no doubt wearing you out.”
Wallflower cheeks felt like they had just been lit on fire. “We…We were just hanging out,” she said quickly. A moment later, as the image of her hanging in Hunter’s room appeared in her head, Wallflower felt like kicking herself.
“Oh ho!” laughed Granny as she backed up. “Is that what you young folk are calling it now? Or just what them ponies from parts on yonder call it, too afraid to say you had sex in public for fear of being shamed?!” Granny Aroma then let out another laugh while Wallflower stood there, mortified.
“We didn’t have sex,” said Wallflower as she reached out a hoof to Granny Aroma. Perhaps it was the panic look on her face or the pleading of her voice to believe her, but whatever it was Granny stopped laughing. The old thestral looked at her, raising an eyebrow at her.
“And why not?” she asked, once again shocking Wallflower. “I’ve seen that stallion, looks mighty strapping if you ask me. Fine pick for any mare. Trust me, if it weren’t for this old heart of mine, I’d be out there making a move or two on him myself. Showing off all the skills I’ve learned over a lifetime, enough to put most mares to shame I’d wager. Lucky for you I want to live as long as possible. I ain’t dying before that old Pear does so I can spit on his grave!” All of a sudden, Granny Aroma raised a hoof towards the ceiling and began to shake it violently. “You hear that you old custard?! I’m still in the game! Gonna outlive you if it’s the last thing I do!” Then, just as suddenly as she had begun, she stopped as a sudden series of coughs began to escape her.
“Granny, please calm down. You’re getting too excited,” said Wallflower as she forgot her embarrassment and rushed over to the mare. Slowly, she helped Granny Aroma to back behind the counter where her chair lay as well as a tall glass of water. “There you go, just relax.”
“T-Thank you young’en,” said Granny Aroma in between her coughs while being helped into her seat. She then tried to reach for her water, but the coughs made it difficult. Thankfully Wallflower was there to help.
“Granny, it's not that I don’t think Hunter is handsome,” said Wallflower as Aroma began to drink her water with both hooves on the glass. “But the truth is I still don’t know him all that well. I’ve only been around him a couple of times. That and…” Her voice trailed off for a moment as she looked down, a bit of forlorn on her face. “And, honestly, I don’t think he really likes me that way.”
“Poppycock,” said Granny as she set the glass down. Slowly, Wallflower lifted her head to look at the ancient mare who appeared more stern than normal. “I seen the way you lit up when he stopped by last night, almost glowing. You like him so don’t deny it. And judging by the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you he likes what he sees! So if a little thing like not knowing him all that well is the only thing keeping a pretty mare like you from crawling into his bed, then that’s an easy fix! Spend some more time with him, get to know him better.”
Wallflower allowed herself a small smile as she looked at Granny, wishing she could be completely honest with her. To be fair, she did think Hunter was handsome in his own right. He had welcomed her into Hollow Shades much like the rest of his tribe. But, unlike most of them, he didn’t distance himself from her when he found out she was a member of the Sol. Despite his issues with them, Hunter said he didn’t have an issue with her. It was nice, knowing that he was going to judge her for herself. Just being acknowledged by another made Wallflower’s heart flutter about. Then, as she stood there, memories of the security she felt wrapped in his hooves came back. So powerful that just thinking about it almost made her swoon.
Yet, Wallflower knew better than to believe that there could be anything between them. When he had said what he had said after finding out she was a member of the Sol, that was just him being a decent stallion. Nothing more for her to read into. Besides, he already had two mares in his herd so why would he ever be attracted to some invisible duckling like herself. But even if there had been something between them at that point, she had messed it up. The only reason Hunter was spending time with her, doing all these…these things with her was because she was practically forcing him to. All because of that deal they had made. He…He was probably just being extra nice because of it.
“I think I’d better-”
“Hey Wallflower!” came a loud voice from behind, causing Wallflower’s sentence to be cut off as she jumped into the air. Panting and with a hoof over her heart, the green mare spurn around to see the amused face of Lightning Dust standing there.
“Lightning!” yelled Wallflower as Granny began to cough madly. Acting quickly, Wallflower moved closer to her employer where she then began to rub her back in small circles while Granny reached a shaking hoof over to grab her glass again. As Granny Aroma began to drink, Wallflower shot Lightning a stern look. “You shouldn’t sneak up on ponies like that!”
“Yeah well,” began Lighting, shifting her weight so one of her forelegs could swing lazily as she averted her gaze. “It wouldn’t have happened if you had been paying attention to the store. I mean, I was here for like thirty seconds and neither of you two noticed me. So whose fault is it?”
“Yours!” stated Wallflower, her voice raised in annoyance.
“Not important,” said Lightning quickly as she looked at Wallflower again. “Anyways, I was on my way to have lunch with Hunter and Moondancer and thought you might like to join us.”
“I don’t think-”
“She’ll go,” interrupted Granny Aroma this time, setting her glass back on the counter.
“B-But Granny you were just,” stammered Wallflower, but the old mare quickly placed a hoof on her lips to silence her.
“I’ll be fine,” said Granny firmly. “Been taking care of these old bones long before you showed up at my doorstep so I think I can handle them for an hour or three.” She then winked at Lightning whose feathers ruffled for some reason. Briefly glancing back, she saw that Lightning had a rather lewd smile on her face while her wings stood erect. What was going on here? How could a lunch take three hours and why would that excite Lightning so much? Looking confused, Wallflower turned to look at Granny once again who continued to speak. “You go and get to know your friends a bit better. Trust me, you’ll never get these moments again. So take them by the hoof and savor them for all their worth!”
With that, the conversation was over. Wallflower left the flower store a minute or two later, following her pegasus friend as she seemed to strut.
“And so there I was, running down alleyway after alleyway, knocking over trash cans and throwing wooden pallets in my path wherever I went. Anything I could find that might slow my pursuer down or even cause him to give up his case. But the big guy just plowed through them like they were nothing more than crackers,” said Hunter, a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he told his story between bites of his fruit salad. Wallflower sat across from him, sitting at a table at the same café where she had first met Hunter before and leaning forward as her heart pounded in her chest with excitement eagerly awaiting to find out how this story would end. Her own meal laid before her, mostly untouched and almost completely forgotten. The only thing in front of her that she was reaching for on occasion was her drink, taking small sips of the fruit beverage. Not that she was the only one here who was like this. Moondancer and Lightning, who were sitting on either side of him, were listening with rapt attention showing that they had yet to hear this story before. That or they had and just really enjoyed hearing it. A brief glance showed that they were enraptured by this tale, their meal had not gone untouched. What’s more, thestrals around them seemed to be listening in as well. Wallflower had noticed a few at the nearby tables chewing their food more slowly as they leaned closer in the direction of Hunter, ears pricked in order to pay attention to every word that was said. Then there was the wait staff who lingered a bit longer than they normally would have to hear what was being said.
As Hunter paused to take a bit of his food, Wallflower briefly wondered how they got to this point. When she and Lightning had arrived, they found that Hunter and Moondancer were already seated and waiting for them as they nuzzled each other affectionately. The sight had caused Wallflower to blush as well as marvel, finding them pretty brave to do something like that out in public. Such a thing would never happen back in Mareville as such displays of affection were meant to be private, behind closed doors. Perhaps neither of them felt any shame in showing each other this level of affection. Or…Or maybe finding it shameful was just a Mareville thing. As the two sat down and Hunter separated from Moondancer, the stallion began to focus most of his attention on Wallflower almost exclusively. Acting her how she was feeling, if she was sore, and other such questions. As the other two joined in, Wallflower began to see this as them just checking up on her. Which was nice.
Near the end of Hunter’s line of questions, a thestral mare flying overhead began to drop flyers all over the place with a few landing on their table. Everypony there was curious as to what this was about, pausing as they all took a nearby flyer or shared it with a pony close by. Wallflower was lucky she didn’t have to share hers as its content nearly caused her eyes to enlarge. The flyer was from the strip club Wallflower had passed by yesterday, showing the silhouette of a mare on a pole while below it was a stallion with two mare’s dressed in fancy underwear on either side of him. Cheeks turning red, Wallflower scanned it to see that there was going to be an amateur night tonight with a grand prize of seven hundred bits. What’s more, they were offering specials for the rest of the week like a two for one special tomorrow as well as a catwalk of all the mares of the red light district! Words seemed to fail her, stunned at how somepony could just drop these around like they were nothing along with the ponies around her seeming more excited than disgusted. For a brief moment, Wallflower remembered her dream of dancing on a stage and, before she knew it, she was pocketing the flyer under her sweeter.
N-No doubt to show the ponies back home.
From there they just talked as if there hadn’t been an interruption. About how everypony’s night was going. Any plans they had before the sun came out. Just talking and laughing while they waited for their food to arrive, allowing Wallflower to learn more about them. It turned out that Moondancer had once been a student for Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, something that impressed Wallflower since she had heard of the place but had never known any unicorn from her town who attended. For a few minutes she told them about some of the little things that happened there, like how one of her friends got her head stuck in a glass beaker…somehow. Moondancer also revealed that she used to study next to Princess Twilight Sparkle herself! Before Wallflower could even think about asking if it would be possible to meet the princess, Lightning began to tell about her short lived time at the Wonderbolt Academy. It didn’t surprise Wallflower to hear that she had gone there given her speed, but why she wasn’t a reserve member at the very least seemed baffling. She almost managed to get the words out, however a small voice inside her head told her to wait. That it might be a sore subject. Then she found out that Hunter was a murder mystery novel writer, something that Wallflower had never read before but sounded interesting. Now it seemed like a competition was going on between the three of them, because rather than telling them about his school or academy life, he was regaling them with the first time he had ever been scared while on the job searching for material for his books.
“Eventually I came to a fence,” said Hunter as he set down his fork, lowering his voice while leaning a little forward. Now there was a shadow covering his upper face so that only his yellowish golden eyes could be seen. “When I saw that, I opened up my wings ignoring the aches and pains from flying all that way to Fillydelphia. Nothing else mattered besides getting to the other side of the fence. Nothing! So I flapped my wings with all my might, gritting my teeth as my hooves left the ground. I managed to get airborne, but not fast enough because I banged my hoof on the top of the fence before falling face down on the ground. Ignoring the pain and the blood on my forehead, I quickly got to my hooves as I heard the sounds of thundering hooves getting closer. Not slowing down for a moment. I galloped as fast as I could towards the alley’s exit as I heard the sound of the fence being knocked to the ground. For a moment I looked back and saw that my assailant had run through the metal fence, the links of the fence snapped like they were old twigs. Now scared beyond reason, I poured everything I had into my speed in the hopes of getting out of there. But it was too late. Already I could feel his hot breath as it brushed against my coat.”
“WHAT HAPPENED?!?” shouted Wallflower, slamming her forelegs onto the table creating a loud clatter that drew everypony’s attention. But she neither noticed nor cared as she stared at Hunter, heart pounding even faster. “WHO WAS IT?!” Hunter, who had pulled back in surprise, suddenly looked extremely sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head with a wing.
“Ah, I was caught,” he said. “Turned out the stallion chasing me was Officer Over Zealous, a rookie on the police force who had been asked to bring me down to the precinct.”
As Wallflower sat down, the other two mares began to giggle. At first, Wallflower thought they were giggling at her until she saw Moondancer elbowing Hunter. “That takes me back,” she said with a smirk. “A great build up with a lame pay off. Kind of like Rose Street, Bloody Street.”
As Lightning snickered more loudly, Hunter rolled his eyes. “If I recall correctly, you said that the problem with that book was that my villain was flat.”
“A flat villain can make for a lame ending,” replied Moondancer as she leaned over to the side, resting her face on her hoof while still facing Hunter.
Hunter let out a groan as he covered his eyes with his hooves, head looking downward towards the table. “Look, it’s the most exciting story I have,” he grumbled. “Over Zealous just galloped up to me, out of uniform and not saying a word. You should have seen his face! I thought he was actually a mugger or something.”
“Why wasn’t he wearing a uniform?” asked Wallflower, tilting her head a little as she did.
“Apparently he got a mustard stain on it while he was waiting for me,” said Hunter as his hooves slid back onto the table. “Took it to the cleaners thinking they could get it done before I arrived.” Hunter then shook his head. “Anyways, Over Zealous got fired shortly after that. It seemed I wasn’t the first pony he chased down. Before me he chased down a colt whose coat matched the description of a suspect and nothing more. And before that chased down several ponies who all had fire based cutie marks thinking they might have something to do with an arson case. Even broke down a couple of doors along the way.”
“Maybe he should be the subject of your next book,” laughed Lightning. “Instead of a murder, it could be a comedy! The nitwit police pony who keeps going after the wrong ponies!”
As Lightning laughed some more, Wallflower just leaned back into her chair while letting out a sigh of relief. “I sort of want to check out some of your books now,” she said. “Maybe when the train stops on the way home I can-” Wallflower was cut off as Moondancer’s horn lit up, the unicorn smiling as a portal was created at their table. She then reached inside with a hoof before pulling out a slightly tattered book before placing it on the table. She then closed the portal before creating another one, once more pulling something out of it. This time it was two books, in far better condition, which she then sat next to the tattered one.
“Here you go,” said Moondancer as the portal closed, her magic now being used to pick up the tattered book. “Best copy of his first book I could find in the bargain bin.” At that, Hunter made an annoyed sound before picking at his food. Moondancer, however, ignored him as her magic picked up the other two books. “And this one is one of his more recent books that did much better. Also got him an award too! And this other one is from my personal collection. I have a feeling you might enjoy it.” Stacking the books on top of each other, making sure Hunter’s books were on top, Moondancer slid them over to Wallflower while giving her a small wink.
Feeling a warm glow at being given something from a friend (something that nearly made her eyes water), Wallflower accepted the books while looking at the top cover. Rose Street, Bloody Street was the title. “Thank you. I can’t wait to get started,” she said before turning to look at Hunter with a slight smile. “And I’m glad you got out of that mess ok.”
“Of course he’s ok,” said Lightning with a roll of her eyes. “I mean, he’s sitting right there in one piece. And I should know, I’ve seen every part of him.” This last part was said in a low, yet sultry whisper that left nothing to Wallflower’s imagination to what she meant. Shivering slightly, despite wearing her normal sweater, Wallflower leaned back in her seat while her cheeks darkened.
As the group paused in their conversation to eat more of their food, Wallflower looked around the café noticing a change from last night with many of the thestrals. It seemed like there were more couples sitting around then there had been the night before. Some of them were in the traditional stallion and mare, while others were just two mares. There were even a few pairs of stallions who seemed really close. Wallflower also noted a large number of herds as well sitting around them, walking in front of the café, or soaring overhead. What caught her attention was that she remembered many of these mares wearing the same heart shaped pendant that she was wearing now. Only now that pendant was gone, their necks bare. Was there some meaning behind this?
What’s more, Wallflower also noticed a few of the thestrals looking at her again. No longer were they doing everything possible to avoid looking at her or giving her the cold shoulder. Nor were they giving her hateful looks. But it wasn’t the same look that many had given her when she first arrived. It just seemed like they were curious to see what she did next. Perhaps it was because she had stopped trying to give out fliers or shoving them in other ponies faces. Maybe they thought she had given up trying to recruit them into the Sol, thus relaxing themselves around her a little at a time.
Only she hadn’t given up. Not really. Last night, er, day, she had just had a moment of weakness as she was bound experiencing new sensations that affected her thinking! That was all, right? Yes, that had to be it! She was still in this little deal.
So as she chewed her food, she wondered how she should proceed. She needed to make a dent in their armor, the same way they had done to her. But how should she go about it without outing them in public? If she did that, then she would have gone back on her word and lost all trust she had gained with them. Worse, they would hate her for sure! And she really didn’t want that.
Suddenly an idea came to mind. “So, you never told me how you all got into, well, you know,” said Wallflower. As the three looked at her, Wallflower took one hoof to the other running a line over where the cuffs had been before bringing that same hoof to her neck. As they watched her, Wallflower felt like patting herself on the back. Now she could gather more insight into how ponies got into such an impure lifestyle! There was even a good chance that she would be able to point out that they were pressured into it or something!
Thankfully, the three of them understood Wallflower’s meaning. “Oh,” said Moondancer with a wave of her hoof. “Well it’s nothing all that dramatic. I just happened to find a misplaced book in the library one day. Turned out to be a book about, well, that sort of thing. And at first I dismissed it, but as time passed the more curious I became.”
“I’ve always had a rather overactive imagination,” admitted Hunter with a small, sheepish smile. Wallflower frowned at that, not really satisfied with such simplistic answers. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? Then again, her imagination was what created the whole slave pony for sale thing. Dreaming about being sold in front of hundreds of ponies, bound and exposed. Dreaming about being collared, feeling happy that she now belonged to somepony who wanted her while feeling safe that she-
Quickly, Wallflower bit her inner lip as she began to sink back into the perversion that were her dreams while her most private areas began to grow warm. Cheeks darkening, she turned to look at Lightning finding a very odd sight. Lightning, normally the most open and the one whom Wallflower thought would be the loudest on this subject was now displaying an uncharacteristic silence. Her head was downcast, staring at the table with wide eyes.
“Lightning, are you ok?” asked Wallflower, watching as the pegasus’ head shot up.
“What?” asked Lightning, blinking a little as she looked around. Wallflower noticed it as well, Hunter and Moondancer were looking at their herdmate with worried expressions on their face. Her wings ruffled a bit as Lightning’s cheeks began to darken before beginning to shove as much food into her mouth as quickly as possible. As the fork became nothing more than a blur, Lightning’s cheeks beginning to puff from not being able to chew or swallow fast enough to keep up, Wallflower worried that she had gone too far. She hadn’t meant to upset Lightning and neither of the others seemed to think this as well for they shot her an equally worried look. Still she had caused this so it was only right that she take some responsibility.
“Lightning, if it’s too much you don’t have to-” Lightning suddenly spit out her food, silencing Wallflower on the spot. She then turned to look at the green earth mare, eyes now narrowed.
“Too much? You think that something like that is-” This time, she was the one being interrupted by Hunter. All he did was place a hoof on her shoulder, causing the mare to turn and look at him. The stallion remained silent, only pointing his other hoof at the mess she had just made allowing her to understand. Slowly, Lightning began to slump in her seat. “It’s a little complicated for me. I was, sort of, born into this.”
“If it’s private, then you can just leave it there and I’ll understand,” said Wallflower truthfully.
However, Lightning shook her head. “It’s cool. My Den Mo-, er, I mean I was told that it might help me out if I get this all off my chest. And I trust all of you.” Once more, Wallflower felt her cheeks darkening as something warm filled inside of her. Only, it wasn’t in the space between her legs but rather in her chest. A warm ball that started out small but quickly grew within the span of seconds.
“I…I’m not like Hunter or Moondancer,” began Lightning as she took her drink with her hooves, quickly taking a sip. “I didn’t stumble into this lifestyle. Instead I was born into it.” Wallflower’s eyes widened at this admission and, judging by the looks on Hunter and Moondancer, they were just as surprised as well. “See, my mom and, grr, dad met each other at a... well you know. They were both new to the whole, my mom being a young mare from Los Pegasus while that utter bastard came from Cloudsdale. He had ties to the cloud factory and a few connections to politics yadda yadda while my mom worked her hooves off washing dishes for the hotels. So they were sort of from different worlds. From what my mom told me, they tried to see each other whenever they could and planned a lot of their scenes via the mail so that when they were together they didn’t waste a second. My mom, she trusted him like no other stallion she had ever met before. Did things with him and nopony else since. Heh, even thought that one day they might become something more ‘official’.
“Then, well, they became careless. I never asked for the details since I’m smart enough to know how foals are made. Maybe it was in the heat of the moment or whatever, but they bucked pretty hard while my mom was in heat. She told me she was pretty shocked when she found out, but decided to keep me because she knew I’d be an awesome foal! And she wanted that sack of crap to be a part of our lives, even if he didn’t want to marry her. Because my mom is awesome like that. And, if you have been paying any attention to how I’ve been talking about that waste of airspace, you can probably guess how that turned out.”
Wallflower found her hooves reaching to cover her mouth as Lightning paused to down the last of her drink. She had never, never heard of any parent doing something like that back home! To use a mare like that, make her feel special and loved, and then what? Kick her to the curb? That was sickening! That was far worse than anything they had been doing prior. So much so that it didn’t matter to Wallflower what they had done! All she could see in her head was a mare who looked like an older version of Lightning, in a panic as she tried to raise her little filly all by herself with no help. If she could fly and walk on clouds, she’d head over there just to kick the flank of the asshole. And judging by the expressions on the other two, they felt the same way.
“I can’t believe he said no!” spat Moondancer.
Lightning let out a hollow laugh. “Oh, he didn’t just say no,” she said darkly. “He threw a fit, pinning all the blame on my mom. See, that pile of manure in the shape of a pony had plans for the future that he never told my mom about. He wanted to run for office, a position of real power and not the ‘pretend’ power he had while he was with my mom. The plan was that, once he was ready to run for office, he’d wash his hooves of my mom and everything they had been doing. Because if anypony ever found out what he had been doing with my mom, that would be the end of his dreams. And those dreams were more important to him than anything else. So he thought that my mom had found out about it and claimed that she got herself pregnant just so he would be forced to take them along for the ride! Like she would ever, ever do something like that. Mom said he had a really bad temper. Maybe that’s where I…I…I got it from.” Tears were now beginning to appear in Lightning’s eyes as she spoke, hooves shaking. Wallflower quickly began to scan the table, looking for a napkin. After finding one, she turned to wipe the tears from her friend’s eye only to find Moondancer doing the same thing, her horn alight with magic as it held the napkin in its hold. As for Hunter, he had reached out a wing and a hoof to pull Lightning closer to him.
“Hey, you’re safe here,” Wallflower heard him whisper. “We got you.”
Lightning sniffed loudly. “He hurt her,” she managed to say as more tears appeared. “I heard all about it. She managed to call for help using her bell and they stopped him.” Wallflower didn’t know what this bell was or how it summoned any sort of help, but she was just glad whoever came did so in time.
Wallflower didn’t know how long she sat there, watching Hunter comfort Lightning while feeling conflicting emotions within herself. On one hoof, she felt like this somewhat proved her point. That all of that impure, sadistic behavior of tying up ponies and hurting them for pleasure had helped to create somepony like that. She wanted to stand up right now and point this out to Lightning, telling her she needed to get out of this lifestyle before the same thing happened to her. But, on the other hoof, there was guilt. If what Lightning was saying was true, and Wallflower had no reason to believe she was lying, then there was a good chance that her father was afraid of what the Sol might do to him if they ever found out. They would have plastered his filthy conduct all over Cloudsdale, making sure everypony there knew what he was doing behind closed doors. Shaming him until he lost everything. Perhaps…Perhaps fear of losing one’s dreams, possessions, and respect of others can drive ponies into doing horrible things. Not that she was making excuses for that bastard!
“So what happened after that?” asked Wallflower once Lightning seemed to have calmed down a bit, one of the wait staff coming over to give Lightning a glass of water.
“Well, that was the last time they saw each other,” said Lightning after taking a loud gulp. She reached out with both hooves, taking the glass of water before downing half of it in one go. “It wasn’t easy for her, raising me all by herself. But she had help. Many of the,” she paused there for a moment, giving Wallflower a brief look as she seemed to choose her next words very carefully. “Some of the ponies she knew who also liked that sort of stuff helped her out a lot. Checking up on her, watching me when she had to go to work, donating whatever they could. They were a big help. I don’t think my mom, awesome as she is, would have been able to get through those rough first couple of years without them.” Saying all this seemed to cheer Lightning up a little as if she were suddenly remembering found memories. Wallflower found herself smiling as well, glad that things hadn’t been too hard on them. Glad they had help. But also saddened once again by the realization that the Sol would have never of done anything like that for the mother and her foal. More likely they would have tried to separate the two, pressuring Foal Protective Services. Honestly, after all that, she could understand why somepony like Lightning would never join the Sol.
“So, what happened to your father?” asked Moondancer. Wallflower turned to look at the unicorn, a serious look on her face. “Did you ever find out who he was or…”
“Yeah, I found out,” said Lightning.
“Oh,” said Moondancer. “Does this mean we can never go to Cloudsdale? Can’t imagine that you wouldn’t have tried ramming your hoof through his head after finding out who he was. No doubt there’s a standing warrant for your arrest.”
Wallflower’s eyes widened at this statement, but even more so when she heard Lightning laugh. “Don’t worry four-eyes, nothing happened,” said Lightning, causing both Hunter and Moondancer to smile. “I mean, I did run into the asshole one day in Cloudsdale. I was young, just there for a tour along with the rest of my class. And there he was, standing off to the side looking like Princess Celestia had smeared shit under his nose and ordered him never to clean it off! I approached him, wanting to ask him so many questions before hitting him in the dick. But he recognized me as soon as he saw me. Told me to stay away, that that life was over and all I was nothing more than an unwanted byproduct.” Lightning then grinned. “He then began to get a little too close and my teacher spotted him. Must of thought he was doing something he shouldn’t because she screamed something before bucking a cloud so that lightning hit his flank. Ahh, I’ll never forget his scream or the look on his face as Ms. Dewdrop led me away, asking if he touched me someplace he shouldn’t.” This got a good chuckle out of everyone at the table, including Wallflower.
“I had thought about going back to see him after I found out I was going to the Academy,” continued Lightning as she toyed with her glass a little. “It was a nice little dream. Me as a Wonderbolt stopping at his house, showing how far I got without him in my life. Rub that in his face. But I quickly dropped it.”
“Why’s that?” asked Hunter.
“His life was already crap and falling apart all around him,” explained Lightning with a shrug. “Found out about it the day after I got my letter. Seems he got himself into a minor office, got married, had some foals with her. Honestly seemed like he was getting everything he ever wanted until that temper came back to bite him in the flank. His wife had been seen with a couple of black eyes over the years creating some nasty rumors. I don’t know if her friends finally managed to convince her to press charges or it just reached a point where she couldn’t take it anymore. All I know is that when she took the asshole’s sorry flank to court, a whole bunch of ponies who had worked for him came forward, talking about how he would throw stuff when he got angry. Which was nearly all the time. In the end he lost everything. Lost the position he longed for, his nice home, and his family. Bet he needs supervised visits just to see his foals, if he’s even allowed near them. Honestly, with all the salt being rubbed into his wounds I doubt he would feel it.”
“Oh, well I’m glad-” began Moondancer.
“So then I thought of something far better!” said Lighting, interrupting Moondancer who mumbled something that sounded like ‘there it is’. “I started thinking about how great it would feel if he came crawling back to me after I became a Wonderbolt. There he’d be, bit less and homeless, hoping the rising star of the Wonderbolts would take pity on him. Throw him some bits or even a place to stay. Only for me to say I don’t know who he is because my father was never there for me!” Lightning then slumped in her seat. “Well, that will never happen.”
Lightning then let out a sigh before getting off her pillow and moving away from the table. “Hey, Hunter, I…I think I’m going to see my mom tonight. She’s working at, well, you know. No doubt she’ll be getting off around the time I get there and, well, I don’t know how long I’ll be there.”
Hunter gave her a nod. “Alright. Thank you for telling us,” he said in a soft tone.
Lightning smiled back, giving him a nod. “Maybe I’ll also see my Den,” she began before cutting off. “I mean, better speak to my shrink about this as well. Hmm, maybe I should stop by the gym and tell them the next class is canceled. Sure those lazy shits would love it.” With that, Lightning took off leaving a zig-zagging trail in her wake.
“Well,” said Moondancer as she rose. “I think I’ll be heading off as well. Lunch period is almost over.” Hunter didn’t say a word, instead kissing Moondancer goodbye. Wallflower watched the kiss, which seemed more like a kiss two ponies had before they got intimate. Really, really intimate! Wallflower just sat there, feeling the burning between her legs growing as she felt jealous of the passion Hunter was bestowing upon the Moondancer. What shocked her the most was that, for a moment, she wished she was in Moondancer’s place. That she was the one being kissed like this, in public for all of Equestria to see. When it ended and Moondancer turned around, Wallflower thought she saw Moondancer’s pussy winking. But maybe she was mistaken since it was only briefly before her tail returned to its spot, covering her sex completely.
For a moment, the two sat there at the table. Hunter smiling at her while she smiled back, albeit a nervous and awkward one. She was sitting here, alone with a stallion. It was so unlike back when they were in the shop for some reason that Wallflower could not place her hoof on. Perhaps it was because it felt more like a date now that it was just the two of them. But, like she had told Granny, there was no way he could see her like that. So at most they were just two friends getting to know each other better. Only she had no idea on what to say or how to act. As the seconds ticked by, Wallflower felt more and more like a fool wishing she could find the courage just to excuse herself.
Thankfully, Hunter broke the tension. “So where did you come up with that idea yesterday?” he asked.
“Y-Yesterday?” stammered Wallflower, feeling her cheeks warming up so much that they could melt steel. Nervously she glanced around at the tables and servers around her to see if anypony was watching or listening in on them. Thankfully, they were all still engrossed with what was going on at their own tables paying no attention to them. Turning back around, Wallflower saw that Hunter had moved so that he was now sitting next to her.
“I’m just curious where you came up with that idea,” he said in a low voice, not going into any specifics. No doubt to make sure that if anypony did overhear them they would have no idea what they were talking about. “Somehow I doubt you read it in a book given that, well, you being in the Sol and all.”
“Ah, well,” began Wallflower in a nervous tone, biting her lower lip slightly. “The truth is I don’t know where I got the idea from either. Just sort of dreamt it up after I saw you, ah, you know.” Her cheeks flushed again. “I guess you’re not the only one who has an active imagination.”
Hunter gave a short laugh at that. “It seems so,” he said with a smile, making Wallflower feel a bit more at ease. It was nice, sitting there and admitting this sort of thing with no judgment. That she could trust him to tell him whatever was on her mind, her thoughts, her fears, her whatevers. It was…nice.
“Has your imagination been acting up after that?” he then asked, a sly smile on his face. Wallflower gave him a nod before going into her last dream. He sat there, listening as she spoke trying her best to give every detail she could remember. The heat of the sun on her flank, the way Barkmoore pulled on her reins, how she tried to watch the scenes as they changed while riding in the chariot. Must to her own surprise, she mentioned that he was the stallion that had bought her. That, in her dreams, he was her Master. When she said this, Wallflower thought for sure he would be shocked. That he would say that they had gone too far, that they needed to stop since she was getting the wrong idea about them. That he would never want to be her Master.
It surprised her how happy she felt when he didn’t say any of that.
“Impressive,” he said when she had finished, causing Wallflower’s heart to flutter. “You do have an imagination. Heh, you’re even giving me ideas.”
“Oh,” said Wallflower. “L-Like what?” Hunter didn’t respond right away. Instead he leaned close to her, their bodies touching. Gently he moved some of her mane out of the way with a hoof before his mouth was placed close to her ear.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, his voice now husky and commanding. A small squeak escaped Wallflower’s mouth, but it wasn’t a nervous one nor was it a sound that begged him to back away. No, her heart was racing in her chest as she did as he commanded her to do. “Sit still and listen to my voice. Block everything else out as you envision all that I tell you. Feel as though you are really there.” Wallflower didn’t move, wishing she could nod to let him know that she understood. But it seemed he understood, for he began to speak.
The chariot landed on top of the mountain overlooking the desert village. The villa, no, the entire area before looked like it had been once carved out from the mountain side using craftsponyship that superseded everything she had seen before. Before her was a large open courtyard with part of the mountain hanging high overhead as if in order to provide the welcome shade from the hot sun without feeling cramped. But despite all the space, it felt very Spartan, making Wallflower feel tiny and insignificant. At first, the only things that Wallflower could see within this courtyard were two rows of rocky pillars, completely smooth with images of carved into them leading towards a large three story manor that looked like it was sticking out of the mountain. As Wallflower began to take all this in, she noticed that there was something else there: a pool. The pool lay almost directly in the middle between where the chariot had landed and the manor, rectangular and large. Large enough for a dozen ponies to swim freely without fear of bumping into each other.
“Get moving pony,” growled Barkmoore as he tugged on Wallflower’s reins, forcing her out of the chariot and onto the smooth, polished floor. Looking down, Wallflower might have mistaken it for marble for it easily reflected everything. And that included her privates. Seeing this, Wallflower quickly tucked her tail closer to her in order to provide a barrier, a shield to block her pussy from being so easily viewed as she was led forward.
As the two made their way closer, Wallflower began to take in the sights of the others that were in the courtyard. A few of them that Wallflower noticed looked like they belonged in Equestrian high society, wearing the fanciest clothing as they stood around talking to each other with their noses slightly raised. There were also a couple of guards posted here and there, mostly hiding in between the pillars as they kept an eye on everything.
The rest, however, were clearly slaves and all of them mares. Wallflower saw one, a pink unicorn whose mane was an even lighter shade of her coat with a yellow stripe down the middle. This unicorn had cuffs on her hooves, a bit and bridle, a band around her dock to keep her tail flagged, saddle, and an anti-magic ring firmly placed on her horn. The poor mare moved slowly, Wallflower seeing a large pink dildo sticking out of her cunny as well as a large green plug in her ponut. Her bridle had blinders on either side forcing her to turn her head from side to side to see what was around her, the word ‘servant’ written in elegant cursive on them. Chains came down from her blinders as well as her saddle, connecting to a tray holding a large teapot as well as fancy cups. The slave moved from noble to noble, silently offering them a drink. There was another slave, a midnight blue pegasus, who was dressed similarly to the unicorn with the only change being binding on her wings to keep them folded as well as massive teats that nearly touched the ground. The pegasus followed behind the unicorn, waiting patiently as the nobles took their tea before swatting the unicorn serving them away. The pegasus slave was halted after that, the nobles making a gesture with their hooves. It seemed this gesture meant ‘stand on your hind hooves’ for that was what the pegasus did, swaying as she fought to keep herself from falling backwards. Wallflower heard the nobles laugh at this as their tea floated besides them, reaching out with their hooves to squeeze the mare’s teats sending thin streams of milk into their cups.
Quickly, Wallflower turned away to look at the other maids as they worked. Nearly all of them were dressed the same with minor differences here or there. One maid, an earth pony, had a ball gag in her mouth with a feather duster sticking out of it which she used to clean whatever she could find. Another mare, a unicorn again, had a tray of food on top of her saddle. The tray also had thin chains attached to its end which ran all the way to the poor mare’s cunny, connecting to ring piercing so that they kept her hole open.
A whimper escaped Wallflower as she moved closer to the pool. Was this to be her fate? A bound servant, sexualized and humiliated? With each step of her hooves, Wallflower found her heart racing as she imagined what sort of slave her new Master would make her. Would he have her bringing drinks or treats to his guests or would he make her a milking mare, expanding her teats to a humiliating level. Or perhaps she would be like that mare with the gag in her mouth, just a cleaning pony. With all this, it surprised her that none of the ponies were making use of the slaves. Pressing them against the pillars and filling their holes with their cocks.
Now, as the two walked parallel to pool water, close enough for them to see their reflections in the crystal clear liquid, Lord Hunter came out of the manor. Unlike his guests, the stallion had forgone the need to wear anything. Not that she blamed him given how hot it felt. As he moved, his wings extended to their full length as if he were ready to take flight at any moment. Only he didn’t, walking closer to the pair with a hungry, powerful look in his eyes that made him seem like the alpha predator. Like he would leap at them when they least expected it.
Walking behind him were two more slaves, a unicorn and a pegasus. While she could only see their fronts, Wallflower could tell that neither of them were wearing the same attire as the other slaves. There were no bridles, no blinders to keep them looking forward like beasts of burden. Instead, both mares wore see through veils with tiny golden bangles dangling from the bottoms. Below that were golden bands around their neck which, as they came closer, Wallflower realized were collars! Locks swung from the middle, both shaped like hearts while also bearing Lord Hunter’s cutie mark. A few golden bans were wrapped around their forelegs, each one having a gem of some kind in the middle, with cloth coming out of it and running up towards something on their backs. Above their veils, Wallflower noticed only one thing that was similar on both: ear tags. Each of the two had a long tag that looked almost like it was made out of a ruby or something with dangled down. Only the unicorn had one additional piece of jewelry: a golden ring around her horn with a red gem in the middle.
“There she is,” said Lord Hunter, finally folding his wings as he drew near. His focus was on her, smiling in a way that sent shivers down her spine. But, shockingly, in a good way. “There’s my new slave. I have been waiting for you.” He then turned to look at Barkmoore, the smile on his face vanishing. “You were expected to arrive earlier.”
Barkmoore shrugged. “Dumb dirt pony move slow,” he said crudely, tugging at Wallflower’s reins. The poor mare was taken aback by this, stumbling forward and nearly landing on the ground. Head down, the mare took several deep breaths as she steadied herself while not wishing to look at either of the two as Barkmoore continued to talk. “Nothing more than mound of dirt, it is. So many better, pretty ponies to buy.”
As Wallflower tried to bite her lower lip through the bit, Lord Hunter moved forward. “Like all the other trash you send me?” he stated. Looking up in surprise, Wallflower saw that her Master was using one of his wings to gesture to several of the servant mares walking about. “Pretty, perhaps. But none of them have that gleam that makes them special. That fire hidden deep inside. This one, however,” Wallflower gasped as she felt her owner’s wing touch her face. It soon wrapped around her jaw, guiding her gaze so that she looked into his eyes. “This one is a rare treat. An emerald hidden within the dunes. All she needs is to be cleaned up so that she can sparkle.”
After tossing Barkmoore a bag (no doubt containing his bits), Lord Hunter clopped his hooves together several times. At once everypony, both noble and slave alike, began to move in their direction. The nobles were soon in front, standing in a semi-circle formation with their heads still slightly raised and their slightly curious gaze upon Wallflower. As for the servants, they were in the back bowing so that their heads were touching the floor and their flanks high into the air as if asking to be mounted.
As Hunter began to step in front of her, Wallflower saw the other two mares move to either side of her allowing Wallflower to see what else they were wearing. Both of them had on thongs, the bands made of thin golden chains while the material covering their foalholes was the same see through material as their veils. This created only a slight barrier and minor obstruction to keep their privates private as their tails were flagged. Their hind legs also had golden bands on them, with cloth running up to a cloth saddle on their backs. Wallflower only briefly registered that there was a small array of items on their backs for her attention was taken by what was below. The earth mare felt her mouth suddenly dry up as she saw that both of their teats and clits were pierced, small golden hearts dangling from each.
“Thank you all for coming here today,” said Lord Hunter, speaking to the group while extending his wings once again. “It is not everyday that I find such a treasure from the slavers. Witness as she becomes one of my most prized possessions!”
As her Master turned around to face her, Wallflower felt new heat on her face. His eyes were locked onto her; firm, unblinking eyes that seemed to dominate her. So much so that Wallflower barely registered that her bridle was being removed. Without ceremony it was tossed to the side before a golden collar exactly like the ones the other two mares were wearing was placed in the stallion’s hooves. The only two who were wearing them as far as Wallflower knew. Her Master held it up so she as well as all the other guests could see it, using a wing to bush her mane out of the way. Any normal mare would have tried something to get away at this moment. Yet, Wallflower could only stand there as her eyes fixated on the metal band which would soon be around her neck. The metal band which would forever mark her as his treasure. Treasure, something priceless and sought after. Something to be prized. And he was going to make her that, in front of all these ponies!
As she stood there, legs trembling a bit, Wallflower could feel the other two mares in action. One of them was working on her tail, lifting it up so that her now dripping sex was exposed. The other was putting on the bikini bottom. Oh, Wallflower could feel the thin golden chain on her flank followed by the see through cloth pressing against her foalhole. Bracelets were placed on her legs followed by the silken saddle that felt so good. As the two worked, her Master continued to move her mane out of the way, over to one side. Once he was done, a veil was placed in front of her mouth.
With all her might, Wallflower managed to look at the crowd watching this. No longer did they look as snooty, but instead they were looking in awe of her. But, that couldn’t be right…could it? She was just a plain old wallflower, a nopony. Yet it seemed at any moment, one of them would stand and demand that her Master sell her to them. And somehow, Wallflower knew deep down that this stallion who was her Master would never do that. That made her nethers quiver with delight.
“I know you have a flower cutie mark,” whispered Lord Hunter as he brought the collar closer. “But now, you are so much more. From this day forward, you shall be my Emerald Blossom of the Desert.” Wallflower made a noise, one that she didn’t even know she could make, as she stood there closing her eyes in acceptance of the collar. It wasn’t because she knew escape was hopeless, for there was no way she could get away with many ponies watching her. There was something more, something she did not understand until she heard the click of the collar around her neck.
A soft moan escaped Wallflower’s lips as the lock swung from side to side against her chest. Now she truly belonged to somepony. Somepony who wanted her, her above some many other prettier ponies. Ponies like Pearly. But why-
There was a slight pain in Wallflower’s ear before it was suddenly weighed down. Slightly panicked, Wallflower looked to her side to see that her ear had been tagged with the same ruby that the other two mares wore. Slowly a mirror was brought over to her, levitated by the unicorn’s magic along with a set of heart shaped rings. No doubt the final touch. But her focus was on the mirror, for in it she saw the reflection of the tag as well as the words written in it in elegant cursive letters. ‘Breeding’.
Lord Hunter took one of the-
“Stop,” whispered Wallflower, her breathing quickening as she came out of the dream. Quickly she reached forward to grab her cup before downing the contents in the hopes that it would put out the burning, glowing feeling inside her. But it did nothing.
“Sorry,” said Hunter, a sheepish smile on his face. “I think I might have gone a little too far there.”
At first, Wallflower didn’t reply. Instead she sat there, going over everything in her head. For the most part, all he had done was detail what she was seeing. It was so detailed that Wallflower almost felt the heat of the sun against her coat, the wind blowing through her mane, and the feeling of cloth against her fur. Everything was so clear in her mind. But not everything she saw came from him. How she felt belonged to her. Hunter had never mentioned how she felt when she saw the other slaves, when she whimpered in fear, or…how she had closed her eyes in acceptance of the collar. By all that was pure in Equestria, she had no idea how she would have felt that way. But she did and even now her private area was slightly wet, almost the same as in the fantasy she had just come from. But…
“Did you mean that?” she asked in a low whisper, head ducking downward a little as she spoke. She was too embarrassed to look at him right now.
“That you were an Emerald Flower in the Desert?” guessed Hunter, cocking his head a little.
“No,” said Wallflower quickly. Perhaps too quickly. “Well yeah. I mean maybe! You-” Wallflower paused to bite her lower lip before she could say it. The part in the fantasy he had created that stunned her more than anything. “I…I mean, did you want to breed me? Or was that…I-I can understand if you were getting carried away with all that. Y-You w-were pretty into it so-”
“I meant it,” said Hunter. Wallflower’s fur was almost completely red with shock and embarrassment as she turned to look at Hunter. He looked back, a very serious look on his face as he reached out a hoof to move some strands of her mane out of the way. “You’re definitely my type of mare. If you were a member of my herd, and you were ready for that step, I would breed you for as long as you wanted.” His eyes then softened a bit as a wing wrapped around her barrel, pulling her a little closer. He did so gently, in more of a reassuring manner than anything else and it was only then at Wallflower realized that she had tears in her eyes. “But don’t worry, I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to. I won’t bring it up again if it bothers you that much.”
“No…I mean….I just…,” stammered Wallflower, her head feeling a little dizzy right now. “Nopony has ever said that to me. I’ve never even been kissed and…and…”
Wallflower felt Hunter’s wing squeeze her a little, causing her to look up. Hunter’s head was so close, his eyes locked onto hers. A sudden urge swept over her, Wallflower’s eyes closing as she moved her lips closer to Hunter’s. She did so fearfully, as if expecting him to refuse her. To say that he was just… she didn’t know what! Mocking her? Leading her on, but wouldn’t be caught dead kissing her in public? But all those fears vanished as she, a member of the Sol, kissed him in public.
Her first kiss. How could she describe it? It was soft, their lips pressing together sending warm tingly feelings through her body. She felt his tongue entering her half close mouth, the sensation it created was like nothing else she had ever felt. The world around her melted away as she felt his tongue sliding around her mouth to taste everything it could. And, slowly, she began to do the same. She could taste the strawberries and kiwis he had for lunch! Everything in this moment was so personal. That she was opening up to another, truly opening herself to another. Oh by everything pure, how could something like this be wrong? HOW?!? Perhaps it was because she now wanted to do nothing more than remain lip locked with this stallion.
But, alas, it ended. Far too soon in her opinion for Hunter pulled away before resting his forehead against hers. “So, how was your first kiss?” he asked.
“G-Good,” she whispered, the world still so far away.
“Alright,” he said while his lips reached her ear. A shudder went through her body as she felt his breath against it. “If you want, we can kiss again when you come over tonight. Just think about what else you want to do.”
Slightly dizzy from the kiss, Wallflower reached a hoof down towards the flier in her sweater. She then looked him in the eye. “I want to dance for you,” she whispered.
Author's Note
Soooooooooooooo, a little problem here. I was hoping that I would be able to finish this story by Feb 14...but it looks like that won't be happening. Not without cutting this story really short. Sorry all. But I will be working on this story more often
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