Hunter's Flower

by Brony-wan-kenobi

Testing the Waters

Previous Chapter

“Ah, there you two are.”

Wallflower blinked as she heard the words. Up until this point, she had had a bad cause of tunnel vision, as her gaze was locked on the flank of the unicorn in front of her. Only barely was she aware that they had left the locker room of the strip club, watching as Moondancer’s tail swished back and forth with each step giving the green mare the briefest of glances of her honey pot. Wallflower could remember gulping more than once as she spotted the glistening lips of the mare who had only a few moments prior locked lips with her. Seeing it made her realize just how wet she was, but could not tell if her tail was pressed tightly against her sex in order to guard it or if it were raised in order to display herself more before the crowd.

She might have been able to break away sooner from the sight had it not been for the music. If there was anything that Wallflower had been even barely aware of, it was the pounding music as well as the mist that began to flow across the floor, though that could have been her newly perverted imagination. The mist had swirled around the unicorn’s plot, caressing it like a lover in order to better tease Wallflower while also seeming to cause everything else around it to blur out of focus. It had been as if the only thing that existed in Wallflower’s world was the plot of another mare. The flank even seemed to bounce at times almost matching the beat of the music, though that might have been more Wallflower’s imagination at work once more brought on by the lyrics. It was a song she had never heard before, not surprising given where she had been raised, but the words that were sung were sinfully ironic at that moment. Phrases like ‘so full and appetizing, looking like a treat for me’ fueled Wallflower’s focus even more, her mouth watering. Yes. It did look like a treat in that moment. One that Wallflower, for reasons she didn’t understand, wanted to dive into.

Then came the words, spoken just loud enough so that they could be heard above the music without shouting but with enough authority in it that it caught Wallflower’s attention without the speaker needing to repeat himself. Looking up, she saw that they had reached their destination: the seat Hunter had procured for them. Had any other pony done this, Wallflower was sure that the words would have mixed in with the sounds all around her. He sat there, leaning back in what looked like a long, hot red armchair that could hold two or three ponies in it with his wings fully spread. Rather than sitting on it like one would a cushion, Hunter sat there with his legs dangling off the edge.

Wallflower swallowed, glancing around to see if there were any other seats nearby. She found them and quickly saw that they were full. Most of the time, a stallion sat in the middle with his legs hanging off the side in the same manner as Hunter’s though not looking as commanding as he did in that moment. Instead they seemed to sit there with dopey looking grins on their faces with a mare sitting next to them. Wallflower noted the more elaborate panties they wore as well as the long stockings on their legs and came to the conclusion that these mares were the normal strippers who worked here. Many of the ones that she could see had half-lidded expressions with the slightest hint of a smile aimed at the stallion. They slid their hooves up and down the stomachs and sides of their companions with gentle strokes while whispering something into their tufted ears. Taking this all in, it seemed like the strippers here had them wrapped around their tails. And a moment later it seemed literal as one of the mares flicked her tail into the stallion’s face, who inhaled the scent before it was lowered down to his neck. Down and down it went, pausing right above his sheath, cock beginning to peak out, before pulling it off of him. Seamlessly, the mare slid off the chair with the stallion following behind her pulled away, the stripper getting off the chair with her client following her towards another part of the club whose neon sign proclaimed it to be ‘VIP’.

There were others, of course. In some chairs, Wallflower found that there were two strippers on either side of a stallion. The strippers appeared to fawn over these lone stallions, one whispering into his ear while the other looked on longingly as she stroked his side. And in one chair, Wallflower found a mare being in the company of a stripper. The mare seemed to have the same dopey grin as the stallions, receiving the same treatment as they were.

But Wallflower could also not help but to note that there were a few seats that had only one occupant in them. These stallions had a deep frown on their faces, looking grumpy or just downright annoyed as they sipped their drinks and watched the stage behind Wallflower. Occasionally she would note that their eyes would linger toward the VIP section, briefly looking hopeful or glancing to the side when they spotted movement. One stallion in particular, she saw, softened his expression to the point where he seemed hopeful as a mare wearing a thong began to walk by. Tentatively he raised his hoof, trying to grab the mare’s attention. However, the stripper seemed to ignore him, moving past in order to get to another, resulting in the melancholy expression returning.

A feeling Wallflower knew all too well.

“Come on Wallflower,” said Hunter, recapturing Wallflower’s attention with ease. Her eyes focused on the sight before her; Moondancer having gotten onto the seat next to Hunter with her sweater-covered barrel pressed gently at his side. Again, Wallflower looked around for a seat for herself. Surely, they didn’t want her to sit on the floor here…did they? But before her ears could go limp, discouragement filling her heart, Hunter patted the spot next to him.

The spot that was not being filled by Moondancer.

Instantly, Wallflower felt her cheeks growing flushed as she realized what he wanted from her. She looked up at Hunter, a smile appearing on her face as she asked a silent question. A question he heard loud and clear for he nodded at her, his commanding gaze never leaving her.

“You did a great job up there,” said Hunter as Wallflower got up onto the chair, feeling his eyes watching her the entire time. It took her a great deal of effort not to leap up like some silly filly for, if she had, she believed that not only would she make a scene, but she would also crash into the still outstretched wing. Either of which would sour the night for all of them. Perhaps even the remainder of her stay!

“T-Thanks,” stuttered Wallflower, still blushing, as she did her best to position herself on the chair. Due to the lack of room, she found she had to move over to her side while pressing her barrel against Hunter’s, much in the same way Moondancer was. Glancing over at the unicorn, she saw that Moondancer was now resting her head near the thestral’s shoulder so that her head was below his own while taking care that her horn wouldn’t poke at his face. Blushing even deeper now, Wallflower tried to do the same. However, when she did, her mane seemed to choose that moment to spill all over the place and flow over her face.

“Can’t have that now, can we?” laughed Hunter as he pushed her mane to the side so that she could now look into his golden orbs. The sight of them, in this moment, stole her breath away as the stallion’s wings closed in around her. It folded around her body perfectly, wrapping her up in its leathery membrane while pressing her closer to him. Wallflower felt herself shudder, not out of fear, but because of how good it felt. Not just the feeling of the wings sliding across her flank briefly, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine, but more how she knew this appeared. While he had held her in a similar manner when they had cuddled after her very first session, that had been in private. Now they were in public where anypony could see them; see Hunter holding her like she was one of his mares. A mare that was taken.

A mare that belongs to him, thought Wallflower as she took a deep breath, finding herself leaning closer to his body. Another shudder went through her body as an unclean image appeared in her mind. One that was similar to this moment, only both she and Moondancer had collars on, with leashes running down to one of Hunter’s hooves. Everypony here seeing them as nothing more than possessions. But, rather than be repulsed by this, Wallflower found herself not bothered by it at all. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. But why was that?

“Now then,” said Hunter as his muzzle moved closer to hers. His voice was low and husky, drawing Wallflower in deeper. No longer could she turn her head away from his golden orbs, nor did she want to. “I believe you deserve a reward for that wonderful dance. Would you like it now?”

“Y-Yes,” Wallflower managed to whisper, her heart beating quickly. A moment later, Hunter captured her lips with his own. There, within the strip club where everypony could see them, Hunter kissed her with far more passion than when he had given her very first kiss. Wallflower let out a small ‘meep’, a noise that could barely be heard over the music before she found herself melting away. His teeth lightly pressed against her own, his tongue exploring her mouth. Blissfully, Wallflower moaned, just barely noticing that Hunter’s foreleg was now touching her flank. He touched her there, squeezing her rear with both his leg and wing which tightened its hold a little as if to hold her up.

Wallflower soon lost track of time as the kiss continued, the music in the background fading into nothingness. She allowed his tongue to guide her own, learning as they went when he wanted her tongue out of the way or when to mimic his own. Hunter knew what he was doing and the pleasure she received by submitting to him made her head spin leading her to that ultimate pleasure! She could feel saliva escaping from the cracks of her mouth, slowly making its way down to her neck along with a small trail of tears. Her pussy burned as a part of her wished to take off her sweater so that more of her body could be pressed against his! Only barely could she make any coherent thoughts as to how he was dominating her so. Was it because of the way they were seated, with Hunter slightly elevated above her so that he was looking down thus giving him a position of power? Was it experience? Having practiced with two mares would help. Or was it just because of who he was?

And was this who she really was?

Eventually, the kiss ended with Hunter pulling away. For a moment, Wallflower remained where she was with her eyes half lidded, mouth hanging open as she panted. There was not care of how she must of looked, how stupid or unsightly she would have appeared to her fellow followers of the Sol. Both the warmth around and within her pushed such silly worries away.

As the world began to come back into focus, Wallflower rested her head back onto Hunter’s shoulder as she looked at the scene before her with an almost lazy expression on her face. Moondancer was the one Hunter had locked lips with now, allowing the green mare to see just how he must have kissed her. Her ears strained to pick up the slick sounds they made, but not so much the moaning. The unicorn’s glasses were lopsided, almost looking like they would fall off at any moment. Yet neither seemed to care at that moment. One of Moondancer’s forelegs was draped over the stallion’s barrel, poking out from under his wings. And, much to Wallflower’s surprise, so was hers! Had Moondancer positioned her like this while she had been making out with Hunter? Or…had she done it herself? Regardless, the pair of them looked like at any moment she would crawl on top of Hunter’s hindlegs and do who knows what! Wallflower bit her lower lip, feeling herself in conflict over wanting to find what that could be and not.

Wallflower watched the pair until their kiss ended. When it was over, Hunter used his teeth to place Moondancer’s glasses back into place. With that done, the two looked into the other’s eyes with half lidded smiles on their faces. Wallflower could almost feel the love oozing out of them as they savored the moment. Love that her teachings claimed could never come from such lunatics, the type that could only come from those who were pure. But, there it was right in front of her. And seeing it caused a pit of loneliness to form in the pit of her stomach, wishing that a stallion or mare would look at her with the same love in their eyes.

The earth pony was about to turn her head away before that feeling could grow when the two turned to look at her. “Wallflower, kiss Moondancer,” said Hunter in a soft but commanding tone. Wallflower took a breath as the two were looking at her now, their gazes showing almost the same amount of love as they held for each other. Almost. Even though Wallflower had never had somepony look at her like that before, she could tell that it was different. It was close, but there was something missing that she could not put her hoof on at the moment.

Still the green pony obeyed and, under the gaze of the stallion, leaned forward to kiss Moondancer. Almost as one, the two mares began to moan as their kiss took off. The kiss was just as wonderful as when she had first kissed the mare, but now she had more context when compared to Hunter. This time it felt more like they were equal, dual tongues dancing around each other while caressing the other’s mouth. The wet noises they made were soft yet made Wallflower yearn for more. Was this what Moondancer meant by getting to know them more? If so, Wallflower would gladly do this over and over again.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything~,” came a sing song voice. Wallflower’s eyes shot open, heart racing as she broke the kiss to see that a member of the wait staff was in front of them. The mare looked about the same age as herself, with a purple mane that was tied up in the back into a ponytail but still having enough left so that her bangs covered a single eye. Over her grey coat she wore silk white stockings on each leg, decorated with the club’s logo. Wallflower’s first thought upon seeing her was that she would admonish them for such an immoral scene, having them kicked out then and there…that is until she remembered where they were. Remembering how open the town was to things that she had been taught her entire life were vile should have calmed her beating heart down. Only, it didn’t. It was still beating fast as a wave of excitement similar to what she had felt on the stage began to course through her body. Why she felt like this, the mare had no idea. All she knew was that her lower lips twitched just slightly.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Hunter, his forelegs moving up to the mares’ barrels and giving them both a firm squeeze at the same time. The mare continued to smile before turning around, revealing that she was balancing several glasses on her flank! What happened next stunned Wallflower for the mare then lowered her head down to the ground, her flank now raised him into the air so that they could all get a good look at her behind. The green mare stared, mouth going dry, as their server’s tail swished out of the way to give them all a snapshot of her private region protected only by white silk panties. It was-

Wallflower suddenly found herself trotting through the main floor of the strip club, light sweat shimmering on her forehead from the dance she had just given onstage. She knew she should be getting cleaned up and ready for her next one, but today the club was short hoofed, meaning every mare who wasn’t dancing had to help on the floor. Not that Wallflower minded in the slightest. Especially since ‘he’ had requested her.

With a smile on her muzzle, Wallflower made her way across the floor knowing that she was diverting everypony’s eyes away from the stage. Even for a moment. She could feel their lustful gazes on her flank, which swayed in time to the rhythm of the music being played overhead, yet careful not to tip the drink which rested on her behind. Gone were the stockings and panties she had worn when she was stripping, replaced with the white silk ones like the other servers wore which stood out in the darkness. A few of the bolder stallions reached out to touch her cutie mark with a wing or hoof, wishing for her to serve them. Sadly for them, somepony else got that pleasure.

Soon she came to the seat where her special stallion was waiting. At first, she could barely make out who he was. Somepony important to her. Somepony special. There was a connection between them, yes. Slowly the stallion’s face began to take on Hunter’s, who smiled warmly at her.

When she was in position, Wallflower turned around before lowering her head to the ground so she could present herself to him. Her face turned scarlet as a silly grin appeared on her face. She could feel his eyes staring at her birthing hole as it winked against the fabric as well as her other hole. What’s more, she could feel the eyes of many of the nearby stallions turning to look at her and away from the stage. Their eyes began to grow, becoming almost as big as her. But none of this frightened Wallflower. No, rather she loved it. She wanted them to see everything as Hunter pulled down her panties, with enough skill so that the glass never left her flank. A cry escaped her mouth as she felt warm air from his nose brushing against her wet lips, knowing that they were drooling more than ever!

She could feel him spreading her cheeks now, his breath against her pussy before he-

Wallflower jumped a little as she felt a cold glass being placed in her hoof, almost spilling it onto Hunter. It probably would have had it not been for the aura of Moondancer who had been the one holding the glass.

“Careful there,” said the waitress. As Wallflower accepted the glass, she turned to look at the smiling mare. “If you need anything else, just flag me down. And don’t forget to give our fillies some love as well! Tonight we have our fillies giving two private dances for the price of one. We also have an amazing VIP special: you and your party will be entertained by the mare of your choosing in the comforts of one of our special rooms overlooking the stage. Fifteen minutes is seventy-five bits while a half hour is two hundred bits and an hour is four hundred.”

The green mare felt herself blush a little as the mare said all that. While she was still new to this world where everything she had been taught was wrong and worthy of being burned, it was somewhat easy for her to figure out what all this meant. And she liked it. A private dance. Just her and a stripper with no one else to pull their attention away. Or perhaps, since she was here, maybe she could give Hunter a private dance? Somehow she doubted it. She was, after all, only here for the contest and not an employee. But the VIP special, well, that was a little harder to figure out. She doubted she or any other mare could dance like that more than fifteen minutes before everything got stale. Was…Was there something more they had to do? There had to be given the prices.

“Thank you, but we’re fine for right now,” said Hunter calmly as he nodded to the mare, not outright dismissing the idea.

As the mare walked away, panties flew past their chair reminding Wallflower of the stripper she had been ignoring up until now. Looking towards the stage she saw that the mare was completely nude now, standing up on her hind legs with her back against the pole. Her forelegs were behind her head, wings on full display, as she lowered herself slowly to the ground. On occasion, the mare would thrust her hips out a little, earning a few bits from the crowd gathered around the stage. Then, seamlessly, she slid onto the floor. Somehow her body began to move away from the pole, her hind legs bent under her in a manner that Wallflower would have thought to be either painful or at the very least uncomfortable. But the mare just kept going until her head was on the floor and her hips elevated so that all could see her winking pussy.

Wallflower sipped her drink as she watched the mare twist around so that she was on her belly, bouncing her flank up and down in a teasing motion. But before the glass could leave her lips, she felt Hunter’s tongue pressing against her neck. The surprised mare let out a throaty groan, closing her eyes for a moment to savor the feeling before his lips began to nibble across her coat. Her glass fell from her hoof, but Moondancer was already on it as her magic surrounded the glass to keep it in the air.

But that wasn’t all that Moondancer did. Her hoof took hold of Wallflower’s and began to lower it down Hunter’s body. She allowed Moondancer to guide her hoof, feeling the form of the stallion whose lips and tongue were making her moan nearly uncontrollably. Her hips jerked a little from this, pressing against Hunter’s side briefly.

But when Wallflower felt her hoof gliding over Hunter’s sheath, she instinctively jerked her hoof away as her eyes widened just slightly. She looked over at Moondancer, whose head still rested on Hunter’s side, simply gave her a half smile before her hoof continued downward. Wallflower watched, heart racing, as the unicorn’s hoof touched the stallion’s balls. In a public place. The earth mare bit her lower lip, hearing Hunter let out a hum of approval which Moondancer heard as she began to blush. Yet Moondancer’s eyes were fixed on Wallflower, inviting her to join in on this.

Wallflower felt her hoof tremble as it hovered over Hunter’s body, watching the scene next to her. Not for the first time since coming to this town did she remember her teachings telling her how wrong this was. She had refrained from touching herself on stage, rubbing her pussy in front of a group of strangers. That had been wrong, she knew that. And to do something like this was no less wrong than that! She had been taught that you should never touch a stallion’s private area unless you were wed to him and such acts were always to be done in private. But only to be done barely when copulating, no other time! To do something like that, especially in such a public area, would be high lunacy! Something like this should be a line drawn in cement, something she should not cross for any reason!

And yet as she looked at Moondancer’s hoof, that line in her mind suddenly became a line drawn in the sand as she became excited for reasons she did not fully understand. I’ve already done so many things that the Sol told us are wrong, she thought as her mouth felt very dry at that moment. Turning, her lips came close to the floating glass which tipped slightly in order for her to drink. Even as she did this, her eyes remained fixed on the testicles of the stallion she had been kissing, whose wing she was still wrapped up in. I just danced in front of everypony here showing them my private parts. I made out with not just a stallion but also a mare. I let Hunter tie me up and help act out that dream. Didn’t all that feel good? Nopony got hurt. So, ah, wouldn’t this be the next step? To touch it? That’s all I’ll be doing, right? W-What would be the harm? Wallflower’s heart began to beat faster as she watched Moondancer gently caress the stallion’s testicles. Her thoughts were becoming like a wind, eroding the line until it was barely visible.

But some of the line still remained held by fear which kept the mare at bay. Her eyes began to dart around, looking to see if one of the waitresses were nearby. Or any other pony really who might spot them like a stripper or a customer. Thankfully, right now, most of the waitresses were up by the stage taking orders from those who were watching as the mother and daughter duo got ready for their dance. The other strippers were too busy chatting with those seated, claiming their attention. It seemed like no one was looking their way right now. For once, she was glad nopony was paying attention to her. But, how long would that last? It would be so easy for the waitress who gave them their drinks to come over and check on them, spotting what Moondancer was doing. Probably be just as bad, or even worse, if Wallflower joined in. They would all get in trouble, no doubt being hauled off to jail. So, was it worth it for such a cheap thrill? M-Maybe she should try and talk them out of it? As a friend of course!

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” whispered Hunter into her ear, his voice husky which sent shivers down the mare’s back. Wallflower pulled her gaze away from Moondancer and looked into the golden eyes of the thestral which shined with both warmth and understanding. “Moondancer was just letting you know what you could do. We won’t be bothered here for a bit. And if we get caught, the most they’ll do is ask us to stop. Maybe leave. But if this makes you feel uncomfortable, we’ll stop with no hard feelings. Neither of us will make you do anything.” As he spoke, Wallflower felt that line in the sand vanish completely.

Taking a breath, Wallflower reached down to touch the sack of the stallion. She cupped one side opposite of Moondancer and…to be honest, she didn’t know what she was expecting. It was warm in her hoof, but beyond that, she didn’t get why this was so stimulating for Moondancer. Heck, she didn’t even see why it was such a big deal at all.

“Mhmmm,” went Hunter, catching Wallflower’s attention. “Very nice Wallflower.” A blush appeared on Wallflower’s face, her hoof still holding onto the stallion’s ball. She could feel something filling her. Something good and wonderful. She was pleasing him. She was making the stallion feel good just by doing this. And that meant something.

Wallflower brought her head down, laying on the stallion’s chest as her hoof began to roll around the stallion’s orb slowly, careful not to hurt him. In return, the kisses returned. His lips and tongue were pressed against her neck before moving up towards her chin. He nibbled at her ear more than once, causing her vision to go blurry with pleasure. His hoof continued to fondle her rump, moving from cheek to cheek while circling the base of her tail. Small, soft moans began to escape from Wallflower’s lips as the feeling of pleasure began to grow. She might have cried out loud, not caring if she drew the attention of the entire club, had Hunter not sealed her lips with his own. And as their tongues mingled, the green mare idly thought of what it would feel like if they were caught. If somepony just walked by and saw them? Would they be upset…or jealous? And, for some reason, this thought was what excited her the most.

Eventually their lips parted, a stand of saliva connecting them until Hunter turned to face Moondancer. Wallflower was left there, a panting mess from something so simple while Moondancer received the same treatment. Her eyes stared out at the club before her, watching as mother and daughter put on a show for all. The younger mare on stage was flicking her tongue at the older’s exposed folds, making it look like she was lapping away at the hole that birthed her while also rolling her own flank before the crowd. The younger mare then slapped her mother’s flank with her wing, the two then separating before trotting around the stage. A soft groan escaped Wallflower as they then returned to each other, the mother getting on top of her daughter so that their bellies were pressed against each other. Their tails flicked out of the way, showing just how close their pussies were to each other. All it would take was a brief movement and they would be-

Hunter’s lips found her neck again, causing Wallflower to close her eyes, a perverted moan escaping her throat as she was drawn back towards the stallion. From there, Wallflower lost all sense of time as she felt herself becoming lost in the pleasure and guided solely by the stallion who held her. He would kiss her, drawing her closer to himself. Or he would tell her to kiss Moondancer, sometimes on the lips or other times telling her to lick the unicorn’s horn. Then, when Moondancer did something else, he would ask her if she wanted to copy her. Things like kissing Hunter’s chest while her hoof continued to fondle his sack. Perhaps these were small acts to Moondancer, but to a mare like Wallflower, they were something much more. Every time she heard him let out a sound to show he was pleased with her actions, Wallflower’s heart soared. She felt good making this stallion feel nice. The stallion who saw her called her the Emerald of the Desert, who claimed her first kiss. She wanted to show him how much that all meant to her, to give him more of something.

Then, everything seemed to culminate into one final kiss. She saw Moondancer, her muzzle so close to her own, with her tongue hanging out slightly. With half lidded eyes, Wallflower copied her unicorn friend knowing that something wonderful was about to happen. And it did for as soon as she did this Moondancer’s tongue reached out to touch and caress hers out in the open for all to see. Wallflower’s heart felt like it was about to explode with bliss as their tongues coiled around the other and pressed against each other, drops of spit landing on Hunter’s coat. That feeling all but exploded inside her when Hunter’s tongue joined in. For some time the three sat there, ignoring the rest of the world as they performed their three-way make out session while gasping and moaning lewdly.

When it ended, Hunter brought his lips to Wallflower’s ear. The panting mare shuddered with anticipation, believing that he was going to nibble on it again. Instead however, he whispered into her ear. “Would you like to take things up a notch?” His words shook Wallflower, her eyes widening as she looked up into his. Take it up a notch? What could that mean? Hunter didn’t say anymore, however, only glancing over at Moondancer who was looking at Hunter curiously. He said nothing, only gesturing to the VIP section with his head. Moondancer’s expression said it all, her mouth dropped as she looked back at him silently for several long seconds. Then, she looked over at Wallflower for a brief moment…and then smiled.

As for Wallflower, she was also putting the pieces together. Although she couldn’t see the full picture, she could tell that whatever Hunter had in mind was something they couldn’t do here in public space. Something more explicit than what they had been doing up until now. And, somehow, she felt even more excited than when she had been offered the chance to touch his balls. Her heart was beating faster, a rush going through her body.

“M-Maybe,” said Wallflower finally as, despite what she felt, she didn’t want to commit to anything just yet. Not when Hunter hadn’t told her what they were doing. “I’d have to know what we’d be doing. But, ah, if I don’t want to do it I can say no…right?”

“Of course,” replied Hunter warmly, causing Wallflower to relax. “Normally we would go over everything we would want to do before hoof, however right now we’re doing things on the fly. Still, your consent will always come first.” Wallflower thought about it for a moment more. It was true, they had never pushed her into doing something that she didn’t want to do. How easy would it have been for Moondancer to use her magic and force her to touch Hunter’s balls? Or how easy would it have been for Hunter to take full advantage of her when she had been bound, hanging from his ceiling? And the way he spoke to her didn’t feel like there was any pressure to this. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized just how much she could trust them. If she did go back there and they wanted to do something too extreme for her, Wallflower felt confident that they wouldn’t press the issue.

And so Wallflower voiced her agreement along with a nod.

As the three of them got out of their seat and began moving towards the VIP section, Wallflower began to hear a small voice in the back of her head. Though it was small, its demand that she should leave was clear. That she was getting herself deeper and deeper into this lunacy. That if she didn’t stop soon there would be no coming back! It urged her to gallop out at full speed, take the first train out of here no matter where it led, and make her way home from there. To go there and tell everypony back home what a vile place this was so that they would come and-

Firmly, Wallflower stomped out the voice before it could finish. Deep down, she knew that if she did that then all of her work here would be for nothing. That the Sol would do things that would justify the opinions of ponies like Snuggles. Then nopony here would ever listen to what she had to say about the Sol, about its positives. And if she could do that here, then there was no reason why the Sol couldn’t do the same elsewhere.

…That and she was curious as to what Hunter had planned.

Together they moved away from the main floor and down a hallway. Looking before her, Wallflower saw that the way was barely lit with low burning candle sticks attached to the walls. Each one gave such a soft glow that it would just be enough for a mare to just make out what was in the hallway while also creating a perfumed scent. Wallflower noted that there were six doorways on either side of the hall, yet none of them had a proper door. Instead thick, red curtains that dragged along the floor blocked every entrance. Finally, at the end, was a ramp that led upwards to the upper floor.

Hunter led the way forward and, at first, Wallflower thought they were going to go up the ramp. However, just before they reached it, Hunter turned towards the last doorway on his right and pulled the curtain over with his wing. Beyond the curtain was a small room where, opposite to where she stood, had a couch attached to the wall. Other than that, the room was surprisingly empty while also being slightly dimmer than the hallway.

This can’t be a VIP room, thought Wallflower as Hunter gestured for them to enter. She looked about, trying to find anything that she might have missed. Anything at all that might show this as something worth being in here for four hundred bits. Still there was nothing. Squinting, she could just make out the reddish pink walls and could feel the carpeting under her hooves. But there was really nothing else! Then she remembered what the waitress had said. That the VIP room overlooked the stage. So perhaps that was where the ramp led and this was just a room made for private dances. Yeah, that made sense.

“Ok Moondancer,” said Hunter, his voice causing the green mare to jump a little as she was brought out of her thoughts. She looked over at Hunter, who closed the curtain while Moondancer’s horn glowed briefly. Was she casting a spell or something?

“That should do it,” continued Hunter, looking at the curtain and giving it a firm nod. He then turned around, moving in-between the two mares with his wings outstretched. A coo of delight escaped Wallflower as his wings glided across her flank, over her fur and onto her sweater. The wing then made it to her covered neck before finding her chin and cupping it. “Now, Wallflower, do you remember the words I told you yesterday?”

Wallflower’s eyes fluttered for a moment as the wing moved away, Hunter taking a few steps towards the couch. “Ah, Kiwi means slow down. I say Starberry when I want everything to pause. And Juice means that I want what we’re doing to end.”

“Very good,” praised Hunter, causing a swell of pride within Wallflower. “Well, I don’t think we really have any need for the words today. Since we’re here and it’s your first time doing this, I’ll be letting you go at your own pace. Or even just sitting off to the side and watching. Still, I think if things get a little too rough or you get scared, the safety words are there if you need them.”

Wallflower nodded, a smile appearing on her muzzle as she did so. It was touching to know that Hunter was looking out for her like this. Made her feel safer with them.

“Tonight, you and Moondancer will be worshiping my cock,” said Hunter as she turned his back to the couch. Instantly he jumped backwards, his flank landing on the cushion and his hind legs dangling off the edge. They were spread wide, allowing both mares to get a good view of his balls and the cock that was just beginning to poke out of its sheath. For a moment, Wallflower stood there staring at the stallion’s sex before his words registered in her mind.

“W-What?” she asked, glancing over at Moondancer who was licking her lips.

“I would like you and Moondancer to pleasure my penis using your mouth, tongue, and hooves,” said Hunter, his voice displaying no signs of irritation or annoyance. Most likely he knew that Wallflower would need a moment or two to process this as she stared at his thick, meaty member.

Only, Wallflower was more surprised with herself right now than the request. Instantly she recalled that mare she had seen in the alleyway, sucking away at that colt’s cock. Now she was being offered the same thing, the same treatment as then. This should have shocked her, appalled even, to have a stallion asking any mare, let alone a member of the Sol, to do something like that. The moment he had asked her, Wallflower knew that there should have only been a milliseconds worth of delay before telling him all the reasons it was wrong to do so. Reminding him that it wasn’t pure or even righteous to do something like this. Especially with a mare that he had not wed. Not to mention in a place like this!

Instead, she felt those same feeling she had felt as she watched that thestral filly sucking on a cock while knowing she was being watched. Her pussy began to dampen as she felt that same burning sensation growing within her heart, pure desire racing through her. Only, for some reason, it felt stronger than it had back then. Was it because it was going to be with Hunter? That…That could be it. Wallflower raised a hoof, ready to take a step forward as a part of her realized that this was just the next step. After all, hadn’t she been fondling Hunter’s ball in public just a few minutes ago? What he was asking her to do now was just moving upwards a bit while giving her the option to use her mouth and tongue. Hadn’t she stared at Moondancer’s sex, feeling that desire to taste it? As she stared at Hunter’s pole, the words to the song returned, causing her mouth to water a bit.

Wallflower’s hoof began to lower itself forward, ready to move closer to the stallion. But, before it touched the ground, the mare hesitated as a fear grew inside. An odd feeling of fear as it was mixed with the excitement she felt. It was all so new to her. Swallowing, Wallflower brought her hoof back as she gave Hunter a nervous look.

“I-I don’t want us to get in trouble,” she said, glancing away from Hunter to look at the curtain. The curtain that offered them feeble protection from would-be intruders.

When she turned around, Hunter was still smiling. “Don’t worry,” he said while Moondancer moved in front of him. “Everything will be fine.” And, as he said that, Moondancer lowered her head to give one of his balls a long lick. Her moan reverberated within Wallflower, feeling it as though she were the one being pleasured.

The doubts holding Wallflower back crumbled as she moved beside Moondancer. She could do this. This was all for the Sol!

…right?

Such thoughts were put on hold as she now sat in front of the stallion. Now that she was closer, the merest breath seemed to fill her lungs with a scent that did not come from the candles. Rather, she assumed, it was the scent of a stallion. It was a bit on the musky side mixed with salt as well as something else that Wallflower could not put her hoof on. But the results were evident as her body began to react. Her mouth began to water faster than ever, forcing her to swallow lest her spittle leak out of the corners of her mouth. The mare’s pussy began to wink a little faster now as a burning desire grew.

Yet even with all of this, she was not ready to do what Moondancer was doing. She was not ready to bend down, lapping away at this stallion’s balls and moaning like…like that. Instead, Wallflower brought her hoof back to his sack so that she may fondle them once more. Only this time, she could see what she was doing. She could now watch as the hefty sack spread as far as it could within her hoof, with the orb inside staying at the middle. Wallflower swallowed again as she caressed it, eyeing how it slightly wobbled before allowing it to slide off her hoof.

For a minute or two, Wallflower continued like this while her gaze shifted every now and then to Hunter’s rising pole. It seemed like every time she turned her focus back to it more had emerged from its sheath. And the more it did so, the more of that scent filled her body. The more it seemed to call to her.

Slowly, Wallflower’s hoof shifted from the sperm holder as it made its way upwards. It glided over the stallion’s fur, taking in its feel as she made her way closer and closer to where the pole of flesh rose. But, when she was about to touch it, Wallflower paused as she realized her hoof was trembling. Something held her back, sending a brief fear into. Most likely it was years of being told just how wrong this was. Only Wallflower steeled herself as she closed her eyes. She needed, NO, wanted to do this.

And so, with a slow and tentative motion, Wallflower touched her first cock of her own free will.

Wallflower’s eyes opened as she felt the shaft on her hoof. It was interesting to say the least. It was both hard but also a little soft. Hunter’s cock felt warm in her hoof, feeling the veins on the surface rising upwards as his cock continued to grow. It was interesting, but like her first reaction with his testicles, Wallflower didn’t see what the big deal was. Well, ok, it felt a bit better on her hoof than his balls did. Maybe if she tried moving her hoof around she might-

An ‘Eep’ escaped her lips as Hunter’s cock grew a little faster as she gave the fleshy member a light tug. The scent in the room grew a little stronger as more of his penis was exposed and she could now see that something was glistening off of the flat head. Wallflower took a breath, taking in so much of the scent in the room that she could now taste it within her mouth. While her maw began to water, Wallflower realized what she was doing. She was making him feel good. NO! She was arousing him! A-After all, didn’t his cock grow larger when she tugged at it? That had been her! Pride began to swell inside her as her cheeks darkened, Wallflower’s breathing deepening in order to take in more of that smell.

Her hoof seemed to go on auto-pilot, stroking Hunter’s cock as she watched on in awe. It moved slowly, up and down, careful never to move too fast for fear of hurting Hunter. She saw with her own eyes the shaft was continuing to grow, the medial ring now visible. She could feel something wet on her hooves, making the meat she was holding more slippery. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop, not even when a slick sound could be heard as she rubbed his cock. Never once did she feel appalled by the wet feel of his cock. Rather, it seemed to urge her on!

“D-Does this feel good?” she eventually asked, her words coming out in a breathless fashion.

“Yes,” said Hunter, his tone reminding Wallflower of the dreams she had had of him. Dreams where he was her Mas…the stallion who had bought her above all the others. It almost made her shudder to think he could do that with a single word. “You are doing very well for one so new to this. It pleases me.”

‘It pleases me.’ Hearing that sent something running through Wallflower that nearly made her gasp. She wanted to continue pleasing him. Wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life! As she let go of the stallion’s pillar, sinking down so that she was closer to Moondancer’s level, she began to realize that this wasn’t about the Sol. Not anymore. She wanted this for herself and nothing else.

Now her nose was close enough to Hunter’s untouched orb that she almost touched it. The scent was now inescapable, filling her lungs with each breath she took. Not that she wanted it any other way for she inhaled it like it was the most intoxicating thing she had ever smelt. It was such a strong, powerful odor that she felt had to come from a strong stallion. A stallion she had the honor of pleasuring.

As her rear mouth continued to drool, Wallflower stuck out her tongue in a way that would allow only the tip of her tongue to taste the stallion directly. Just in case the taste was vile, for she had no desire to ruin the moment with gagging. Thankfully that did not happen for as soon as her tongue began to caress the sack of flesh, her taste buds seemed like they were going to explode with flavor! It was a salty taste, but one she found herself enjoying to the point where she might have gone cross eyed! But when the sound of Hunter letting out a low groan, feeling his wing against her mane in a gentle caress of approval, made that impossible.

Wallflower began to lick the ball sack with gusto, now moaning alongside Moondancer as she did so. No longer was she using the tip of her tongue, but starting at the middle in order to better lap away. The green mare could feel her flank move back and forth, like a dog wagging its tail. Her scent began to add itself to the others, though her focus was on the only important one before her. The sounds she made were soon like a pervert chorus with words like ‘so good’ and ‘wonderful’ added in. Both were so very true.

In a short amount of time, Wallflower found herself moving upwards to the shaft which was leaking his pre-seed. Wallflower had no idea how she came to such a decision, how the idea appeared in her head. Had it been because Moondancer was doing the same and, lost in this well of delight, Wallflower had just mimicked her? Had Hunter urged her upwards with a gesture or words? Had she just wanted to taste more now that nearly all of that wonderful stallion flavor on his balls was nearly depleted? But none of that mattered as her tongue tasted his pre for the very first time, her pupils becoming like hearts right besides Moondancer. There was some bitterness to it, but the green mare found it quickly becoming her new favorite snack. She lapped it up with long motions of her tongue, moving upwards as if to polish this pillar!

She wasn’t alone in this. Wallflower noticed that Moondancer was just as committed to the act of pleasing the stallion as much as she was. Perhaps even more. Moondancer was slower than the newbie, no doubt to better savor the taste of her lover. On occasion she would bring her muzzle close so that her cheek would rub up along the side, letting her glasses become disheveled and lopsided in the process. Or she would bring her nose up so that it was pressed right against the vein covered pole where she would then inhale deeply, her eyes fluttering as she made her way past the medial ring and up to the flare.

What caught Wallflower’s attention the most was the look in the mare’s eyes. She wasn’t lost in the moment, filled with lust or anything like that. No, it was something that caused Wallflower to slow down in her own efforts. It was devotion. Purer than anything Wallflower had ever seen before in any of her Sol meetings, Moondancer expressed this feeling with every gesture. And seeing it made Wallflower wonder if she too could do the same. Could she show the same level of devotion to this stallion? Could she-

Moondancer’s hoof wrapped around Wallflower’s head, cutting her thoughts off as she found herself pressed closer to the cock. Looking forward, she saw that Moondancer was just as close while giving Wallflower a sultry look so powerful that caused her cheeks to warm up so much that she could probably melt a glacier. Moondancer’s maw opened wide, wrapping around the shaft in a way that reminded the green mare of a pony eating an ear of corn. Wallflower copied this motion and, as Hunter let out another guttural moan, Moondancer slipped her tongue around so that they may touch. The freckled mare moaned, her action sending vibrations into the object of her affection and making him moan as well. She responded at once, tasting not only the wonderful taste of Hunter’s cock but also the tongue of the nerdy mare. Together they began to move almost as one with Wallflower trailing behind Moondancer just a little bit as they made their way up the shaft. More and more slick noises could be heard, growing louder as their passions grew.

When they finally reached the flare, Moondancer pulled away, allowing Wallflower to catch her breath. There she was, panting slightly, as she watched the unicorn wink at her before taking the entire flare into her maw. The sight brought back memories of the mare in the alleyway, only this time she was up close. Close enough to see the cheeks of the mare stretch due to the stallion’s girth as well as the drool escaping. She could hear the slight sounds the mare made which put that filly to shame! Wallflower could do nothing but watch with wide eyes as the mare bobbed her head up and down slightly to take more inside, to taste him more. To show more of her devotion!

Then, after a minute or two, Moondancer removed her jaw from around the stallion meat and moved close to Wallflower’s face. “Would you like to try this as well?” Moondancer asked, so close that Wallflower could smell the scent of the stallion. Dumbly she nodded, causing Moondancer to grin as she backed away a little bit in order to give her room.

Wallflower hesitated for only a moment, more to take a breath than anything else, before she brought her lips to the flare. The scent was more intoxicating than ever, stronger now that she was at the fount of that delightful fluid coming from his cock. Stars and hearts began to fill Wallflower’s vision as her mouth opened as wide as she could and took in the member. And only now did she realize just how wrong she had been before. What she had seen of stars and hearts was nothing for entire galaxies of shooting stars along with a cosmos of other shapes filled her sight! She began to bob her head, taking in that wonderful taste from a wonderful stallion. She didn’t mind that her jaw hurt a bit as it was stretched out further than before for she could feel him getting even harder. Could feel more of that fluid coming out of his cock. Could feel him bringing a hoof to her mane, stroking it as though she were a pet he was praising! And that made her feel so wonderful!

As she took more of the stallion’s cock into her mouth, a new sense of pride filled her like nothing else ever had! She was pleasing this stallion, this kind stallion, just by using her mouth! She was making him moan her name, feeling his hooves and wings around her head to keep her there! His attention, His focus, was on a nopony like her! She felt her tongue moving in circles around his great shaft on its own accord, the shaft sending more of its wonderful fluid into her mouth where she greedily swallowed. Wallflower wanted to do more to praise this cock, to praise the stallion who it belonged to. To do more to make him feel better, even if that meant giving him everything she could just to allow him a fraction of the wonder that she felt right now. Because he was her-

“Come on, come on!” The sound of a mare’s voice shattered Wallflower’s focus like glass, her eyes widening as she suddenly recalled where they were. Her ears perked, hearing the sounds of hooves clopping on the floor nearby.

“I’m coming,” laughed another voice, a stallion’s this time. By the sounds of it, an older stallion than Hunter. And they were close. Perhaps right in front of the curtain! Wallflower’s heart was pounding in her chest now, adrenaline pumping through her like never before. She wanted to pull her head away from Hunter’s magnificent meat stick before they swung open the curtain and saw them. Saw her, a member of the Sol with her mouth full of cock and pussy dripping all over the floor. But, for some reason, she didn’t move. It wasn’t because of Hunter, for she could feel his forelegs and wings becoming a little lax, as if they were getting ready to allow her to come up.

I…Maybe I don’t want to draw any attention, thought Wallflower. I mean, w-won’t there be a popping sound if I let go of Hunter’s penis? T-T-They m-might hear that! And Hunter might moan as I let him go. They might do what I did and come to investigate! So I should just stay like this. As Wallflower listened to the clopping of hooves, her mind continued to play the scene in her head of the curtain opening wide to reveal to strangers! It should have been a terrifying thought…so why was her pussy burning madly as mare juice flowed from it?!? Why was she excited along with being afraid? What was this pressure building up inside of her?

“So which room would you like for your very private dance,” giggled the mare, her voice so close that Wallflower felt her eyes rolling into the back of her skull.

She could then hear the stallion laugh, his voice all so close. Perhaps right in front of the curtain! “They’re all the same, aren’t they? Anyone will do. So eeny, meeny, miny, moe!” With that, Wallflower heard a curtain opening loudly, her pussy clenching as more juices began to pour out. This was it! This was the end! This was-

Then she heard the sound of the curtain closing somewhere else. And as she heard that, Wallflower felt herself orgasm just as powerfully as she had when she had been tied up. She could feel her mare fluids running down her legs soaking her tail as she slumped down to the ground. By purity, the face she must have made in that moment! She knew she had a dopey grin on her face, eyes probably rolling into the back of her head while the cock slid out of her mouth.

Then, a moment later, Wallflower found herself wrapped up in Hunter’s wings as he held onto her. She could hear music playing, but she was not sure if it was a new song or not. She had been so focused on sucking Hunter that she, well, wasn’t paying attention to anything else. The only thing she knew was that she was still in the same room, but the scent of sex was gone. As if by magic.

“Hey there, you back with us?” asked Hunter gently as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Yeah,” answered Wallflower in a horse voice. It was only now that she realized just how dry her throat felt. That as well as how wet the area between her hind legs felt. “I thought they were going to find us. We were lucky.”

“No, we weren’t,” answered Moondancer, the pride vibrating in her tone causing Wallflower to shoot her a look. “When we got in here I cast a Perception spell on the room. To put it simply, it averts a creature’s gaze and attention away from a specific spot to the point where they won’t even realize that the object is there. My mother used to use the same spell on the cookie jar when me and my sister were foals! As long as we weren’t too loud, like screaming at the top of our lungs, most ponies wouldn’t have given the room a second glance.”

“Oh,” said Wallflower slowly, a smile appearing on her muzzle as she pressed herself closer to Hunter. A weird feeling grew inside of her, like she felt as though she had been cheated or something. It was weird, like she had wanted to be caught or something. Yet at the same time, she didn’t! Maybe she was tired and confused; a good night’s rest would clear her mind a bit. At the very least she knew one thing was for certain: she felt glad she was with these two for looking out for her. For thinking ahead the way they did to ensure nothing went wrong. Yes, she could trust these two.

“It looks like you’ve discovered a few new things about yourself,” whispered Hunter into Wallflower’s ear. His tone was like a caress running down her back, her body pressing itself closer to him. “When we have more time, if you want, we can help you explore these kinks more. But for now, I think we should get cleaned up. We’ve pushed our luck more than enough for now.”


“What a day!” exclaimed Hunter as the door to his home opened a little over an hour later. Grinning, the stallion spiraled past the threshold while pulling in his nerdy marefriend who giggled from the gesture. Laughing and grinning, the two circled the other with their hooves connected until Moondancer’s flank made contact with the kitchen table. Hunter watched as she jumped at this, her glasses nearly falling off in the moment, before she burst out laughing once more. Hunter joined in as he nuzzled one of, if not the, most important mare in his life while excitement from the club still pumping through their veins.

Both ponies were feeling good at what they had accomplished at the club. After the three of them had left the private room, Moondancer having used a spell to clean themselves up really quickly as well as removing the scent, they had been caught by one of the wait staff. Thankfully the mare had only questioned why they had been back there without an ‘official’ stripper, accepting their explanation of their friend Wallflower wanting to put on a private show for them without a hint of suspicion. Smiling at her, the trio left after paying for their drinks…as well as leaving a nice tip to a very confused waitress. Once they were out, the party went their separate ways with Wallflower heading back to Granny Aroma’s shop with her bag of bits, a coupon she had won, and the panties she had worn on stage. Meanwhile, Hunter and Moondancer headed back home as they began to revel in the excitement of what had just happened.

An excitement that had yet to dim, for while Hunter had enjoyed the sensation of fresh lips around his cock, he had not released his load. A problem his nerdy sub was more than willing to help him with for as soon they locked lips, Moondancer’s magic went to work locking the door while also closing all the drapes so well that not even a crack of light could come through. They two began to kiss loudly, moaning without a care as Hunter’s hooves went to the unicorn’s side so that he could pick her up and put her on the table. This forced them to separate, but neither of them cared. Moondancer spread her legs, revealing her treasure for Hunter so that he could-

“What’s going-,” came a voice that brought the two out of the moment, Hunter’s cock unsheathed and mere centimeters away from its favorite warmer. Both ponies turned to look across the room, spotting Lightning as her face changed from alert to sheepishness. “Guess I should have figured it was you two.” She said after a moment, scratching the side of her neck as she did so.

“Yeah,” said Moondancer, sitting up on the table while Hunter moved away. For a moment, he stared at his pegasi lover, noting that something was off with her. Her posture was far more docile than normal and her eyes, they looked so tired. Not physically tired, for Hunter knew Lightning well enough to know that she was the type to run laps around the town just for fun before hitting the gym followed by a long lasting session at the Clocktower. No, he had seen this look in her eyes only when she was emotionally drained. And a glance at Moondancer as she slid off the table told him that she had noticed it as well.

When Hunter turned to look back at Lightning, he didn’t say anything at first. He had a guess what had caused this as he recalled the last time they had seen each other. How she had revealed some very old wounds she had been carrying with her to everypony during lunch. About the stallion who, while she had not named him, had been the one to impregnate Lightning’s mother. About how he had a temper, lashing out at the mare before abandoning both her and their unborn daughter to pursue his own desires. And…the sick connection she found between them. Hunter had seen it as a huge stride forward for her, one that he was proud of her for. But it seemed like her trials weren’t over.

“So, how did it go?” he asked at last as he moved towards her. “With your mom and Den Mother?”

“I-I guess it was alright,” said Lighting as her wings fidgeted slightly, ruffling about. “Tried to see my mom first, but she was busy on Maid Duty at the Society. I tried asking the Head Maid where she was so I could talk to her, but that didn’t go so well. I’m kind-of sort-of still on thin ice with her as it is and she wasn’t going to pull my mom out of duties for me any time soon. Said I would have to wait for her break to talk to her unless this was a matter of life and death. Well, seeing as there was nothing to do until then I decided to head over to my Den Mother’s office. That went pretty good. Said I made good strides by talking to you guys about my feelings and junk. After that, well, just the usual talk until I left. Then I waited for my mom to go on break and we found a place where we could talk in private. R-Really glad for that, you know. Some pretty heavy stuff there. It w-wouldn’t have been cool if anypony overheard us. Saw us c-crying.” As she said this last part, Hunter watched her gulp before looking away with her eyes downcast. No doubt to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes.

Compassion filled Hunter, walking towards her without thinking about what he should do. Only what he could do to ease whatever was wrong with her. To comfort her. But, before he could take more than a couple of steps, Lightning swung her head back towards him. She tried to put on a braver, stronger face as she held up a wing to single him to stop. Yet even then, Hunter saw her eyes were slightly watering.

“So, yeah, pretty good night,” she said with a forced smile. “Didn’t get into any fights or anything. I mean, I wanted to bite the Head Maid’s head off when she told me I couldn’t see my mom but I didn’t. So, hey, improvement! But enough about that. How was your guys’ ni-”

“Lightning,” interrupted Hunter, his tone firm but not unkind. He looked at her squarely in the eyes, his gaze focused on her alone. “What else happened?”

“Nothing!” said Lightning instantly. She began to back up, but she was too slow as one of Hunter’s winds caught her. As soon as she felt the leathery membrane on her back, she came to a halt despite how easily she could get out of it. If she really wanted to that is.

“Lightning, you’re safe here,” said Hunter, feeling the pegasus tremble a little as she looked away. “You know you can tell us anything and it’ll stay with us for as long as you want. We’re here for you.”

“…For now at least,” muttered Lightning, her tone soft and nearly silent. It might have gone unheard had it not been for Hunter’s tufted ears which twitched at the noise, his wing lifting off of her as Lightning looked up. Her face screamed of shock and horror, no doubt hoping that her comment had gone unheard.

“What?” asked Hunter, his voice coming out both confused and hurt at the same time while his wing returned to wrap around her. “I-I don’t understand where this is coming from.”

“Don’t you?” asked Lightning, tears now fully forming in her eyes. Her tone completely lacked any sort of venom or anger while coming off as if she had regrettably resigned herself to some horrible fate. “Hunter, I…I had to face something tonight. Something I really, really didn’t want to think about. But ever since lunch, its been popping into my head over and over again. About how I’ve pushed everypony in my life away from me. A-And the why. Because I have him inside of me. A part of that bastard who hurt my mom is always, always going to be a part of me.”

“Lightning,” began Hunter, but the pegasus shook her head as more tears began to appear in her eye.

“Come on Hunter, both you and Four-Eyes have to have realized it!” she all but shouted. “You’ve both way smarter than me! The way I’ve looked down on others who don’t push themselves like I do. The way I take out my frustration on the ponies around me. You should have been able to figure it out by now: I got all that from him! And just like him, I ruin every relationship I’ve ever been in!”

Lightning paused for a moment as her teary eyes looked right into Hunter’s in a way that compelled him not to look away. “Nopony stood by my side when I got kicked out of the Academy. They were glad to be rid of me. Then I just started taking out all my anger and frustration out on everypony around me, even when they were just trying to help! I lost all my friends because they couldn’t stand to be around me, even my ex. Even the Maids of the Society! We used to get along so well, but now…Now I hear them whispering behind my back. Especially the Head Maid. I know she thinks that I’m nothing more than an ungrateful brat, acting like this after everything my mom went through to raise me. A-And she’s right.” As Lightning placed both her fore hooves on Hunter’s shoulders the stallion brought his other wing down on her so that she was enveloped in its leathery membrane. Her body shivered as she stared right into his golden orbs. “I nearly ended up just like him!”

“But you didn’t,” said Hunter firmly, leaning his face closer to hers. “Lightning, you didn’t chase away everypony in your life. You’re still in the Society. And you’re making things up with your mom. You know you are. Every time I see her, she keeps telling me about how much happier you look these days. That you seem brighter.” At that, Lightning blushed for a moment. While his eyes were still fixed on hers, he felt her hooves travel briefly towards the center of his chest before returning to his shoulder. And at the same time he could see Lightning’s jaw move like it was ready to say something, only for her to stop herself. So, Hunter continued. “And you’re making a new life for yourself here. Along with us. I think, all things considered, you didn’t end up nearly as bad as he did.”

At that, Lightning looked at him hopefully for a moment before leaning her head forward a bit in a motion that felt like she was moving in for a kiss. Yet, just as quickly as she started, she pulled herself back before looking away. “Hunter, I…Look, lets not pretend anymore. I’m not like Moondancer or Wallflower. You never went after me because you wanted to, it was because my mom asked you to help.” As Hunter sat there, stunned by this, Lightning let out a sigh. “Don’t get me wrong, I…really like what you did for me. I don’t normally say this, but it was sweet. And really special seeing how far you were willing to go for me. But let’s be real here, you never would have asked me to join in on your sessions if I hadn’t forged that signature. In the end all I am is just a good fuck until you both get tired of my body. That or I just get in the way of whatever family you guys might want to build. Then, well, you’ll ask me to leave and-”

Lightning got no further than that as Moondancer’s magic surrounded her mouth, clamping it shut. Both Hunter and Lightning turned to look at the unicorn who, up until this moment, had not made a peep. Now they found that they had turned their attention to her just in time to see her rolling her eyes with a deep frown on her face. With a huff, she marched right over to Lightning with a serious expression on her face. Once she was close enough, Moondancer stopped and raised a hoof right up to Lightning’s face. She then pulled it back causing Lightning to close her eyes. Then…

“You really are dense, aren’t you,” said Moondancer as she booped Lightning gently on the snout.

“Hey!” barked Lightning as the magic released its hold on her mouth, instantly allowing her to regain her speech. She glared at Moondancer with fury at what she had done, the hairs of her mane sticking up as she did. At the same time, she removed one of her hooves from Hunter to touch her nose as if she were checking to find blood. That or she was just embarrassed.

“I’m just stating a fact,” replied Moondancer calmly, cleaning some grime off her glasses as she did so. “I mean, do you really think the only reason you’re here is physical satisfaction? With all the members within the Society you believe, statistically, that you are the best? That all the members in Hunter’s contacts list were not as satisfying as you?”

“Ahh,” was all Lightning said, a sheepish smile appearing on her face as she lowered her head a little. This earned another eye roll from Moondancer.

“Of course you would think that,” she muttered before sighing. She then gave Lightning a very, very serious look. “Lightning, I will admit that there are times when putting up with you is a real chore. With those vile breakfast smoothies you make or when you get impatient with whatever before doing something reckless.” Moondancer then sighed. “But, sometimes, those are the qualities about you that I admire the most. The fact that you do those things or the way you push your body to the limit. Even just the way you can approach another at times to either make a friend or tell another off. I even enjoy bickering with you. So, when Hunter asked me how I felt about him giving you a collar for when we were at home I said I was alright with it.”

“Because we both like you beyond the physical level,” added Hunter, Lightning turning to look at him with a baffled expression. “Lightning, your mom might have played a part in us meeting. But remember, I choose to go through with it. I choose to chase you in the City and choose how our session would go.” In his hold, Hunter could feel Lightning shivering from the memory. Though he had a feeling it wasn’t in fear or any such emotion like that as a blush appeared on her face. “And I have never regretted it. Nor have I regretted letting you live with us, becoming a part of this herd. Not even when I brought you to the collaring block and forged that lock.” As Hunter said this last part, he placed the tip of his hoof on the mare’s neck causing her eyes to flutter slightly. “So, please, don’t tell us that our feelings for you aren’t real. Or that we would toss you aside so easily.”

“Geez,” said Lightning with a sniff, one of her hooves reaching up to touch Hunter’s hoof that was still on her neck. At the same time, small droplets of tears were beginning to form in her eyes. But these were not like the ones she had before for there was a small smile on her face. “Now you’re getting super mushy on me.”

“You know you like it,” whispered Hunter as he moved in. Their lips met and soon so too did their tongues. For the next several minutes they remained like this as their tongues coiled around the other and light moans filled the air. Lightning began to melt with the kiss, her body relaxing more and more as Hunter felt her drape her form onto his. Then, when the kiss was over, she sank a little lower so that her head was now right below the thestral’s neck. With his wings wrapped around her, it almost looked like she was curled up in a blanket.

“Master…Hunter, thanks,” said Lightning as she continued to cuddle onto the stallion’s chest. There was almost a purr in her noise, one that seemed more out of genuine reassurance than pleasure. Though Hunter would not rule out that pleasure might have been part of it. At the same time, Moondancer’s lips began to peck at the pegasus pony’s cheek. “You…really know how to put me back into my place. I guess talking about that asshole, what he did, took me to a pretty dark place.”

“Trust me, I know what that’s like,” whispered Moondancer as she gently kissed Lightning’s jaw. “At least the part about being in a dark place. But one thing I learned from all that experience is this: real friends, no matter how hard you try to push them away, will come back to help you when you need it. No matter how much of an ass you make of yourself.”

Lightning seemed to smile slightly at this. “Thanks Four-Eyes,” she managed to mutter playfully.

“Now then,” said Hunter as his gaze moved downward towards Lightning. “I know we’re not in a session right now, but I want you to say something. Can you do that?” Lightning didn’t say anything out loud, but he could feel her head give a very definite nod. “I want you to say, in your own words, how wrong you were to think we would discard a member of our herd.”

Lightning’s head jerked up a little, head still pressed against his body as she looked up at him. For a brief moment, he thought he saw her biting her lower lip. Then she shut her eyes tightly as if bracing herself for something before speaking. “I was wrong,” she said. “I know you both are too cool to just throw me out without trying to work things out. Because…I belong to you.” As she said this, Hunter could feel the mare’s body as it relaxed. He could feel her lips turn upright into a smile as the effect of her own words seemed to have a positive effect on her own state of mind.

“Good girl,” Hunter said as he stroked her mane gently.

“...Does that mean I get a reward?” asked Lightning, her tone hopeful. Briefly Hunter glanced over at Moondancer who gave him a brief nod to show that she was alright with giving up her own one-on-one time with him. That she understood Lightning needed this more right now.

“Yes,” he said while opening his wings. The pegasus pony shivered for a brief moment as the warmth her Master had surrounded her with vanished. Though she quickly adjusted to the change as she stood up, a grin appearing on her face as she backed up quickly.

“Great!” she said as she opened her wings. They began to flap so that she was soon hovering above the ground. “Let me go get my collar on and-”

“No need,” said Hunter as he took her hoof with his own. With ease he pulled her back down to the floor, her wings seeming to fold to her sides on their own when all four hooves touched the wooden boards. Lightning tilted her head to the side as a dumbfounded look appeared on her face. “Just head to the bed and lie on your back.”

Lightning had a questioning look on her face, but did not object to this. Instead she only nodded before turning around before heading towards the bedroom they all shared. As she moved, Hunter turned to Moondancer to give her one last kiss while making a mental promise that he would make this up to her. Perhaps taking her out to the Lunar Belle once more since she had enjoyed being treated as a ‘plate’.

When Hunter had made his way to the bedroom, he found Lightning right where he had told her in exactly the correct position. Her head was laid against one of the pillows there, staring up at the ceiling as she waited for whatever Hunter was going to do to her. The mare’s wings were no longer folded at her sides but instead spread out, lying on the bed limply as were her legs. As he looked at her like this, Hunter could see, and not for the first time, the differences in her body when compared to Moondancer. How her body was smaller, her frame lithe and well toned. Slender and powerful.

As silently as he could, Hunter moved across the room with his eyes ever leaving her. Much like how a shark or some other predator would circle their prey before going in for a bite. And as he did this, he saw that while Lightning never moved her head she gave off tells that she was following his movements. Her eyes, once focused on the ceiling above her head, turned in their sockets as much as they could to try and see him. The mare’s ears twitched about whenever a creak was heard on the wood. Seeing all this, the stallion had to wonder if the mare was also trying to feel the vibrations he caused with his hoofsteps.

Seeing her like this, Hunter felt his own anticipation on the rise. To open his wings so that he might fly over to her. To land on top of this mare before laying claim to her body like some wicked avian. Sure there was not enough room to really go all out like this, but he could try something similar. Of that he felt confident. However, Hunter fought back those desires as he made his way to the end of the bed. No, he had something else in mind and he would not allow his own desires to get the best of him.

Now that he was where he wanted to start, Hunter looked over his pegasus at this new angle. Her legs were spread out, laying flat against the bed as if waiting for a spreader bar to be attached to them. Her tail had been moved off to the side so that it would be out of the way. Most importantly was her sex, perfectly exposed for anypony to see. Looking between the valley of her legs, Hunter could see how it softly winked and drooled so that her mare juice was moving downwards towards her ponut. Said backdoor seemed to twitch a little, pulling itself inwards just a tad as if to entice the stallion to use it. At the same time, Hunter could hear her breathing becoming more audible now as her stomach moved just a little higher now. With each breath Lightning’s body seemed to struggle to keep on the bed like she wanted to arc in some whorish manner to entice him.

Using his hooves, Hunter moved Lightning’s hind legs a bit so that they would be bent upwards. Had this been any other pony in this situation, Hunter would have never even considered doing this. After such an emotional upheaval, said pony should have been too physically and emotionally exhausted to do something like this. Something that should have been evident to him now as he felt no resistance with her legs as he moved them. However, Hunter knew Lightning well enough to know not just that she could do this but that she needed this as well. Needed this level of contact, this level of connection between two. But not as a Dom. No, she needed something different.

Which was why Hunter leaned forward to gently kiss the area around her moist petals.

The effect was instantaneous! Lightning gasped louder than she would have had she felt the crop on her flank which was quickly followed by several more sharp intakes of breath. Hunter kept her legs apart as his lips danced around her quivering lips, never touching the folds themselves but simply the area near them while making sure that it was as loud as could be. Each butterfly kiss caused his mare’s body to tremble and rock, the noises she made being completely unintelligible. He could smell her nectar becoming stronger as more of her fluids began to flow out.

Hunter took his time, never rushing any of ministrations. It would have been so easy for him to move on to her honey pot, to lash at it with his tongue for fast pleasure. But no, the Dom had other plans for her this night that called for a slower touch. As such, his gentle kisses were more exploratory right now as he searched for each pleasurable spot he could find. With each touch of his lips, he listened to her reactions and made mental notes on what spots stimulated her the most as he slowly wound her up.

Once Hunter had circled around her nether region several times, believing that he had found all of her most sensitive spots, the thestral upped his game ever so slightly as he added in his tongue. There, the lashes he gave were slow and controlled causing her body to tremble. Hunter found himself grinning slightly to himself as the mare’s legs began to press against him, showing how much she was enjoying this by trying to prevent him from pulling away. Her breathing was coming out in short gasps, but also mixed with just the occasional mew of delight. Her scent was now impossible for any creature with a sense of smell to ignore.

He circled around her breeding hole many times, drawing ever so closer to it with each lap. It amused Hunter to think that, had this been any other activity, Lightning would have gotten bored and begged him to hurry up. Yet it seemed that that wasn’t the case here as she continued to moan out this slow, pleasurable torture upon her sex. And when Hunter’s mouth met her folds, the mare’s actions said it all. Her front hooves shut up into the air before quickly slamming down on the bed as soon as she felt Hunter’s lips pressed against her lower ones. The contact caused Lightning’s forelegs to rise up into the air before quickly slamming down onto the bed as she cried out. Her body then began to jerk rigidly at a rapid pace as Hunter began to lick and suck on her flower, stimulating the outer entrance at a quicker pace than he had before. More than once her hips thrusted upwards causing the stallion’s nose to come into direct contact with her juices.

Then, after what felt like hours of this, Hunter made his move. Lifting his head up just slightly, he spotted her exposed clit. With only the briefest of pauses, the stallion’s lips found their way to this cluster of nerves where they wrapped around it. As he gently sucked on it, Lightning hit her limit as she climaxed hard. Her mare juices rushed all over his chin and down his neck where they then began to soak the bed. While this was going on her cries of passion became so loud that it almost hurt his ears. It almost made him worry that those living in the surrounding tree homes might hear the noise; either worrying that they were being attacked or knocking on the door demanding that they keep it down!

Hunter remained where he was, feeling the power of her squirting juices upon him as it began to die down. When it became no more than a light trickle, Lightning’s body finally slumped down as a light tremor ran through her form. Her voice had also died down as she took several deep breaths. When this happened, Hunter looked upwards towards her rising and lowering belly before beginning to crawl up onto the bed in the same manner as a cat stalking its prey. With all the grace he could, Hunter moved up the mare’s body, his body gliding over her own while being careful not to hurt her. He only stopped when his face met her own and his cock, which had long since left its sheath, was pressed at her entrance.

Now that he was in position, Hunter made his next move. Carefully he brought his right hoof and wing to the side of her head, using them both to gently lift the now limp object up so that he could stare more easily into her eyes. Though her eyes were half lidded, Lightning managed to look back at him with a half smile. Then…

“I love you,” said Hunter as his hips and lips moved forward at the same time. Lightning let out a small noise as her lips were captured by his own, his tongue easily slipping into her maw, while at the same time the stallion’s shaft made its way into her lower entrance. The kiss was forceful and dominating, his tongue rolling around her own as he held them close together. He could feel her eyes fluttering as she surrendered to it without a fight while her upper body pressed a little closer to his own. At the same time, Hunter’s assault on her lower entrance was much slower and less forceful. Lightning’s inner passage had always been tight; a result caused due to both her smaller size as well as her extensive physical training. However, it was not for that reason that caused Hunter to move as slowly inside of her as he did. No. Those inner walls of hers were still slick from her previous orgasm, granting her just enough lubricant for him to enter her with a bit more ease. Yet, that was not what Hunter did.

“I love you,” Hunter said, momentarily pulling his muzzle away from hers before diving back in. With each second, it felt like he made only a centimeters worth of progress in filling her. And that was what Hunter wanted. He wanted to savor every single second of the mare underneath him and for her to feel every moment that her body surrendered to him. For her body to truly remember every moment of him claiming her in this long, non-stop motion. Her body seemed to be responding as it clung to him, more so when his medial ring slowly brushed against her clit.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, he was fully inside her. Her pussy clenched around his love staff as if trying to prevent it from leaving, to keep the head of it inside its moist walls. Lightning’s hind legs trembled as they lifted upwards trying to hook themselves around Hunter’s own legs but failing every time. Not so for her front legs as they had wrapped around the barrel of the stallion. Like this the two remained for several more moments, lips still locked together as they savored this moment. Then, Hunter pulled his head back to look down at his lover’s half lidded, almost teary eyes with a smile that spoke volumes of how he felt about her.

“I love you,” he said again, now moving his hips slightly. It wasn’t the rapid movement of wild rutting, charging forward for the sake of mutual pleasure. Rather it was the slow, controlled movement of one making love so that they may both bask in the other’s body and warmth. The small movement was enough to make his mare hiss in pleasure while the hold around his barrel tightened.

“We both love you,” said another voice, one that nearly caught them both off guard. As Hunter continued his slow thrust, the two turned their heads slowly to see that Moondancer was standing there by the bed. How long she had been there, neither could tell. All they knew was that she had had enough time to remove her sweater so that her choker could clearly be seen. Before Lightning could fully register this, Moondancer leaned down to kiss her herd sister while her horn began to glow. There was a flash of light and, when Moondancer pulled away, Hunter saw what she had done. And while Lightning couldn’t see it herself, her expression said that she knew.

Around Lightning’s neck was a black lace choker just like the one Moondancer always wore. And on it was a silver pendant shaped like Hunter’s cutie mark.

For a moment, Lightning laid there with her eyes open wide in surprise as she took in the meaning of this. “But…when did you?” she asked as tears began to form in her eyes.

“We got it a couple weeks ago,” said Moondancer as she reached out a hoof to stroke Lightning’s mane. “At first we thought about giving it to you after our next session.” She then paused, kissing Lightning on the cheek before licking away one of the mare’s tears. “But then Master had an idea to give it to you on Hearts and Hooves.”

“Master?” asked Lightning with a gasp, staring up at the stallion who nodded in confirmation. This caused the mare to tear up a little more, holding onto the stallion even tighter as she buried her face into his shoulder. “I love you Master. I love you Four-Eyes. I love…I love…” As she spoke, Moondancer climbed up onto the bed. There she sat, watching Hunter as he continued to slowly make love to the mare beneath, planning on making this last for as long as possible.


Ooohhh yes! Yes!” came the soft cries of pleasure from Wallflower before biting her lower lips to keep herself from being heard by the old mare who was letting her stay here. Her eyelids looked heavy to the point where she looked like she would pass out at any moment. But the fatigue she felt was a matter for later as this took priority.

After the trio had left the strip club, Wallflower made her way back to Granny Aroma’s home feeling more energized than she ever had before in her life! Her heart was nearly pounding in her ears as she thought back to all she had done in such a short amount of time. From kissing ponies for the first time in her life, deciding to do a strip tease, standing up for herself in front of all those mares, the out in the open displays of affection, and…and what she had taken part of in the back room. Even now, just thinking about it, brought in a rush of excitement in ways the green mare never thought possible! Making their way into that private booth while being careful nopony would notice, the feeling of stallion meat in her maw, the fleeting fear that they were about to be discovered, and even having that one waitress noticing them as they left! I-It was almost too much for her!

For a short time, Wallflower tried to bring her thoughts back to something more wholesome in the hopes that it would still her heart. So that she would be able to go to sleep and be rested for the night tomorrow. To do this, Wallflower had begun to recite aloud the tenets of her order. Speaking words of purity and righteousness in a soft tone to both calm her soul as well as to ensure that she would not awaken the elder mare she was staying with. Yet this proved to be a failed effort because, for some reason, her attention kept drifting over to the objects on her dresser: the panties and stockings she had been allowed to keep from the strip club as well as the bag of bits. Every time she looked at them just laying there, her mind would be brought back to the club. The music, the lights, the eyes of every stallion and mare in the club upon her! Moondancer’s lips. Hunter’s approving gaze and the feeling of his wing wrapped around her. The sound of Hunter’s voice praising her…his…

Every time this happened, Wallflower had tried her best to shake away these thoughts and memories. She tried turning her back to them, only to turn her head as if there was a siren’s song luring her back. She tried getting up and moving them to another spot in the room. Under the bed. In the closet. In a drawer. But every time she thought they were out of sight and out of mind, she would feel herself wanting to look at them again. Just stopping in her reciting for seemingly no reason, getting up and looking at them!

After a good hour or so of this, Wallflower realized she had to try and do something. Something that would take her mind off of the events of the day, to help her relax until she was ready to fall asleep. Thankfully she had just the thing: the books Moondancer had lent her! After all, the hoofwritten books back in Mareville had always lulled her to sleep. No reason why it shouldn’t do the same here. With no other plan in mind Wallflower took one of the books at random, got back onto the bed with the covers brought up to her barrel, and began to read.

Oh, if only she had picked a different book. The one she had held in her hooves had been from Moondancer’s personal collection. And after reading the first chapter Wallflower’s green cheeks were now burning red. Her hooves trembled as she read the words which seemed to flow out of the book and into her mind. Try as she might to set the book down and pick a different one, she found herself ensnared by the story which unfolded before her.

As she read it, Wallflower found herself wondering if there had been a reason Moondancer had picked this specific book for her. The story was of a young mare, new to the city of Canterlot and looking for work, who had caught the attention of a wealthy and young business stallion. With few bits left to her name, she had agreed to become his personal servant. Both Wallflower and the mare had assumed that that meant she would just do things like the laundry, cooking, and cleaning. It meant a roof over her head, three meals a day, a decent wage, and working for a handsome (judging by the description at least) stallion. Neither the mare nor Wallflower expect what future lay in store.

The arrival at the manor should have been a red flag for her to leave and for Wallflower to shut the book. There, moving about the place, were at least a dozen or so mares. Each one seemed to be dressed in a perverse version of a maid outfit: black lace stockings going up each of their legs with white frills around the top, matching black panties with heart shaped cut outs to exposes their sex, a white bow tied around their docks which seemed to keep their tails raised, and a white lace choker around their necks that reminded Wallflower of a dog collar. When the two entered, all of the servants gathered at the entrance and stood on either side of a long red carpet. But they did not face either of them, instead turning around as one and bringing their faces to the floor so that their flanks would be raised. As she read this, Wallflower began to wonder along with the main mare character if she would be treated like this. But, oddly, no. That wasn’t what happened as the mare was given a regular maid uniform and told that she had a different set of tasks more aligned to what she had originally thought.

As the pages turned, Wallflower began to insert herself into the role of the main character. She saw herself putting on the maid uniform, breathing a sigh of relief…but also feeling a hint of disappointment. While the days went by with her tending to her duties around the manor, she found that while the other mares helped out they had a separate set of other duties to perform as well. Duties that were on full display for Wallflower to see, but was never forced to participate in. She would see it all happening, seeing the devotion they gave him. Seeing the happiness they experienced whenever they gave their whole being to him. And Wallflower found herself wanting that as well.

When she could fight back this desire no longer, Wallflower approached the stallion to ask if she too could become like the other servants. Her employer told her that they were ‘special’, that she would have to undergo training under his hooves to become like them. For her to be pushed past what she thought her limits were, to be broken and reforged. He also assured her that she could stop at any time. That she was not bound to this by any magical or physical means. With but a single word, she could return to her normal maid duties or leave with all the bits she had. Hearing this, Wallflower knew in her heart more than ever that she wanted this. Wanted to serve this stallion with everything she had for being so kind.

Once she said yes, they began at once. It started with a bath, the other mares in the house washing every bit of her while her employer, NO, her Master watched. They peppered her body with kisses and stroked her sex while making her coat shine. All the while, Wallflower kept her eyes on her Master’s cock which slipped out of its sheath. Once she was washed and dried, she was given her new uniform. After putting it on, her Master began to inspect her. He ordered her to turn around so that he may get a better look at her. To lift her tail higher. To lift her flank in the air. Every order Wallflower was given was followed as quickly as she could as she felt happiness blooming within her for she was pleasing him. She knew she was. She could see it in his eyes in how he looked at her, how he corrected her stance so that she may better please him.

Then came her Master’s order for her to approach him so that he may evaluate her oral skills. Wallflower approached her Master sitting in a fine chair, feeling nervous and excitement blending into one. As she approached him, a new figure took his place. Star Hunter. Yes, she was now inserting him into the role. Oh, how fitting it was. That cock…that pleasure spear…she wanted to…

By this point Wallflower was no longer reading the book which lay propped on her pillow. Her chest pressed against the mattress, her flank raised high in the air as she rubbed her pussy with a hoof. The occasional whimper escaped her lips as she imagined the scene in the book, adding to it the memories of when she had sucked Hunter’s cock in real life. Remembering how much it stretched her maw, how the scent made its way from her mouth to her nose. Just thinking like that was enough to make her eyelids flutter as her hoof brought her closer to that feeling of orgasmic high.

So good,” she whispered, noticing something next to her head that brought a smile to her face. It was the flier she kept from the café. The one that had advertised the ametuer contest! As she looked at it Wallflower began to see herself taking the place of a silhouette of a mare on a pole, spinning around it while spreading her legs so that all could see her pussy and ponut. And…and below it she was there as well! She had taken the place of one of the two mares dressed in fancy lingerie. Moondancer quickly took the place of her partner, between them appearing Hunter who sat there looking up at her with a pleased expression on his face. Seeing this caused Wallflower’s hoof to move faster, faster, and fas-

Wallflower gasped as she found herself no longer in her room, but instead on the stony courtyard that was a part of Lord Hunter’s villa. Briefly she turned her gaze to the crowd gathered around her, feeling the piercing on her ear flail about as she did so. Everypony there was watching her with rapt attention as if waiting for her to make her next move. Even the poor, bound servants were gathered as if they were about to witness something important.

Slowly, Wallflower began to move her hoof across her body listening to the golden bracelets on her hooves clatter. First her hoof came to her muzzle which was covered by a thin, see-through veil before moving upwards to her pierced ear. As she touched the dangling tag, she began to feel the silk saddle on her back as well as the thin golden chains on her flank which kept the see-through fabric covering her foal hole in place. Joy filled her heart as her hoof toyed with the tag, remembering what it said: breeding. Yes, she was Lord Hunter’s breeding slave. One of only three out of all the mares she had seen. Wanted by him. Desired by him above others.

“Now then my Emerald of the Desert,” came her Master’s voice, regaining her attention. Wallflower focused her gaze on him as the sun’s light seemed to encroach more in the shadowy area where she now stood. She looked at him just in time to see him clapping his hooves together, a slave mare crawling behind him for him to sit on. As he did so, his shaft sprang out of its sheath. “Take your first steps as my newest treasure. Submit to me, to your fate!”

Wallflower stood there, a small voice whispering in her ear to run. To knock over as many of the pompous nobles around her and make her escape. That or at least put up some resistance! But Wallflower did none of that, instead slowly approaching Lord Hunter as she moved the veil away from her lips with a single hoof. After all, why fight this? She was far away from her home, captured by slavers and brought here by Barkmoore. There was no way she could escape the desert, let alone this Cliffside villa! What’s more, what did she have back home? All she had were her plants which were no doubt long dead. Nopony back home probably knew she was missing let alone knew she existed. So what was the point in fighting it? Wouldn’t it be easier on her just to accept her fate?

What’s more, this stallion had seen her! Saw that she was here and alive. He wanted her, comparing her to a gem! W-Was it wrong to be wanted like this?

And so, in front of everypony there, Wallflower wrapped her lips around Lord Hunter’s cock and began to take it inside of her.

The crowd watched silently as the sun’s light moved closer to them, their eyes glued to Wallflower’s submission. The loud slurping noises she made seemed to echo on throughout the area as Wallflower took more of the pleasure tool inside her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth, feeling it twitch inside her. She closed her eyes, feeling a hoof as it gently caressed her mane. Her pussy drooled knowing that so many ponies were watching her, wondering if their own shafts had been unsheathed and were pleasuring themselves to what they were watching. And she wondered what was going to happen to her ne-

The sun’s light hit her, causing pain to wreck her body and her eyes to open wide. She tried to move her legs so that she may try and block the light, but they would not move. She tried to pull her head back only to find that that too was frozen in place. As the light of the sun continued to fall upon her, she began to realize that her body felt oddly stiff. The scent of something almost plastic in nature filled her nose, replacing the scent of the stallionhood completely. Wait, Lord Hunter wasn’t there anymore! Where was he?!? And why couldn’t she close her mouth.

“How unsightly,” came a voice that caused Wallflower’s blood to run cold. She tried to turn her head, but found it impossible. But she did not need to look to know the voice of her own mother, her tone dripping with utter contempt. As if she were looking at something unclean and vile. But…But there was no way she would ever use that tone with her. She loved her…when she remembered she had a second daughter that is.

Somehow, Wallflower managed to pant despite not being able to move as other figures appeared around her. Those she could see before her were the townsponies of Mareville. A-And she was no longer at the villa, but back home. In the headquarters of the Sol. But what-

“What is that…thing?” demanded her father whom she could see pointing at her. Tears swelled in the mare’s eyes, wishing she could talk. To plead with him to remember her. To say anything!

“I believe that thing is what they call a sex doll,” said Pearly White as she stood in front of her, flanked on either side by Shining Armor and Princess Cadence. Both members of royalty looked down at her with disdain, the princess of love using a hoof to cover the eyes of the tiny alicorn she held in her foreleg. “Nothing more than a tool lunatics use, tempting those of us who are pure to partake in. To rut with as much as they please, unable to say no to any of their desires. No wonder they think of mares as mere objects.”

“Then let us be rid of it,” said Princess Celestia whose radiance filled the room as she appeared. But her voice held no comforting warmth to it. Instead it was harsh and biting, making Wallflower feel like she was being stabbed with something with each syllable that was spoken. The ponies around her cheered at this, lifting their hooves up while the sun alicorn’s horn shot a beam of light at the ground in front of Wallflower. Her heart beat so fast it felt like it would explode at any second as a large pit appeared right at her plastic hooves. Even more so when she saw the white flames shooting out of it, stinging her eyes wishing she could close them. She could feel the heat against her form, making her wish to move away. But she couldn’t! She was a sex toy, an object. Just like the ones they…NO! NO!

Fear unlike anything Wallflower had ever felt in her life coursed through her body as she felt herself being lifted into the air. More than anything she wanted to scream at them that she was real, a real pony just like them! To beg her parents not to do this to her! She didn’t want to die like this! She didn’t want to die! She didn’t want-

And with that, she was thrown into the flames.

Pain seared her soul as she hit the bottom, her body beginning to melt. Her legs were nothing more than a puddle, her barrel soon joining them. She could feel her face stretch and drip downward as she cried out wishing that this agony would just end! Her ear’s began to mix with the rest of her head, the tag that had been placed on her ear falling to the ground where it then rolled into the rest of the flames and vanished. While she still had eyes, Wallflower looked up to see her family grinning sadistically. Happy that she was dying. With every bit of her mind she screamed that she was real! That she was alive! For somepony, anypony, to save her! She didn’t want to die down here in this pit all alone! That she’d be a good filly from now on! Just please don’t let her-

“Enough!”

Something washed over everything, causing the world to ripple as a coolness overtook Wallflower. The flames vanished, leaving her on the ground as a half melted version of herself. The ponies who had been watching her were gone as well, replaced by a single being who looked down at her with both pity and fright at what she had become. As for Wallflower, she could just make out the sight of the one who had saved her.

The Lunatic Princess of the Night. Princess Luna.


Author's Note

Wow, been a while. Sigh. Hope you all enjoyed this and please check out my Sunset Shimmer story!