Feathers and Leather

Pearl shuddered, her fur standing on end as she passed through the portal from Canterlot to Ponyville. She appreciated the quick transport to the old Ponyville Clocktower, but stepping through a portal always left her feeling tingly and uneasy for a few moments. Maybe it was that she was a Griffon, and so she wasn’t a magical being (at least in the pony sense). Maybe portal magic just made everyone uneasy.

She shrugged off the tingling and smoothed her fur and feathers, stepping away from the swirling portal behind her. In front of her lay the entrance to a wondrous place known as The Clocktower Society. To anyone who wasn’t aware, the old Clock Tower that jutted from the canyon appeared to be just that, an old clock that rang out at 7 every night, it’s face eerily red. For those who were in the know, it had a very different meaning. A place of total freedom, a place where you could shed the mask that regular society demanded you wear. Somewhere where anything and everything was accepted and celebrated.

Pearl giggled at her inner monologue, such words daintily sugar coated the fact that the Clocktower Society was quite simply a large, underground kink club. Masters and mistresses wore masks and slaves, or subs if you prefer, wore collars and bells.

She trotted up to the gates, placing her pipsub on a glowing surface. Her pipsub was a small, circular device which held arcane magic that connected her, and her pip sprite, to the entire Clocktower network. The surface on which she placed her pipsub glowed green, indicating she was a member and in good standing. She nodded at the guard as she was waved through, letting out a happy sigh as she headed to a locker room.

The locker room was empty bar two other mares, which came as no surprise considering it was barely half past 6. The society was open all the time, but 7 was when ‘business’ really picked up.

Pearl walked over to her locker and inserted her pipsub into a slot, a light turning green and unlocking the door. She pulled it open and smiled as her gaze fell upon a wooden box. Hanging behind the box was her mask, symbol of dominance, but she had eyes for something else, specifically the something that laid in the box.

She took off her saddlebags and hung them in the locker before pulling out the box and holding it in her wings. She opened it, revealing her collar, cuffs and bell; the symbol of her submission. They were mainly red, showing she was not seeking a permanent dom. An orange strip ran across the middle, a sign she enjoyed rougher play and being rebellious, possibly even ‘broken’. Stitched along the orange was swirling lines of gold, meaning she also enjoyed soft and loving play. Along those golden lines were purple ‘pearls’, this color indicating she liked firm and strict play as well. Along the collar was also ruby studs, indicating she was interested in play with random strangers as long as she consented to it. Her bell was gold, granting her access to some of the lower (and thereby rougher) levels of the society.

She clipped on her collar, a standard padlock hanging off it; an extra sign she had no owner. She then slipped on her cuffs, adjusting them to make sure they were on tight. Finally came her bell with its own adjustable cuff, Pearl hanging it off of her tail just before the dark grey tuft at the end.

After double checking to make sure everything was secure, she put the box back in her locker and closed it. She grabbed her pipsub and locked it into place on her front right cuff and walked out into the halls of the Society.

She noticed some surprised looks from the few other early patrons. Pearl waved to them and giggled at their sheepish reactions when they realized she noticed them. She knew their shocked faces and stares weren’t meant to be rude; it wasn’t often one saw a griffon slave in a Clocktower site. She didn’t let it deter her in the slightest, however.

She trotted along with a merry hum, wondering where she should spend her evening. She could always swing by one of the guilds she was apart of, or maybe head to the city for a chase…

That was until she passed by a tea house with a poster advertising the slave pens. Her ear tufts perked and she licked her beak, changing her course and heading to the pens.

Pearl chirped a happy hello to the somewhat surprised staff member working behind the counter, the yellow uniform staff mask rising a bit with his eyebrows. His surprise passed after a moment, and what Pearl could see of his face melded into a professional, and in her opinion slightly bored, look. He pointed to a clipboard on the counter, “Sign in here please.”

Pearl grabbed the nearby pen and signed her name and slave ID. The stallion took the clipboard and entered the information into a Pippoint, nodding when everything checked out. “Are you being picked up by anyone?”

Pearl shook her head, chuckling a little. “I wish. But no, I’m here alone...for now.”

He cracked a small smile at her cheeky wink. “Alright, do you have any preference on a cage; size, hanging, grounded, any kind of bondage?”

Pearl hummed to herself, tilting her head side to side as she thought about how she wanted to present herself tonight. “Hmm, no bondage and I would like a ground cage I can stretch out in a little.”

He nodded, walking around the counter and motioning for her to follow him. “Right this way ma’am.”

She was led through a doorway and into a cavernous hall full of cages, only a few others filled with mares looking to be claimed as some dom’s slave for the evening. As the night progressedmost or all the cages would be filled with needy subs begging for doms to take them. Pearl could already see their winking cunts pressed against the cage bars, hear their moans and pleas filling the hall, smell the combined arousal of hundreds of mares and stallions...

She shuddered in excitement, grinning widely as she saw the cage destined for her. It was exactly what she had asked for, just barely as tall as her and it looked like she would be able to stretch out just a bit. It was clean as well, with a fresh, thin layer of hay covering the dirt floor.

As the door locked behind her, Pearl lazily raised her rump and lowered her chest, her claws digging into the ground in front of her. “Tonight is going to be fun.” She said to herself, looking forward to being dragged off by a dom.

A short time later she had started to regret being so early. ‘Ugh, why did I have to be so impatient… I knew I should have taken Gabby up on her offer to have dinner while she was in Canterlot. But then I might have been late, especially if I got her started on something...’ Pearl shuddered, the last time she’d gotten Gabby on a tangent she missed a whole weekend at the Society. A whole weekend!

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, thinking instead to what her night might entail. Maybe she’ll get a cute mare, a nice little pegasus that she can preen after a hot and messy session. Or maybe she’ll get a nice and tall stallion, one that could really force her down and rut her in just the right way. If she was lucky, a male griffon might come by, Pearl having been itching for a nice and rough session with one of her kind.

Her thoughts drifted to various activities going on in the society, from guild presentations, to bell ceremonies, collarings; there was always something good to watch. Pearl’s thoughts eventually drifted to the auction she had signed up for last week. ‘I wonder what ever happened to that…’

Her thoughts stuck on the auction, and her imagination took over. ‘I wonder what it might be like…’ Maybe she would be forced to prostrate herself in front of an audience she couldn’t see, only hearing their voices clamor over her body. Maybe it would be like the slave pens, dom after dom coming up to inspect her before writing down bids like in a silent auction. Oooh, or maybe…

Pearl’s thoughts were interrupted at the sound of hoofsteps outside her cage. ‘Oh my, an early bird.’ She thought excitedly as she wiggled her hips and moaned loudly, “Please use this slave ma-“

Pearl stopped her plea as she looked closer at his...yellow mask? ‘What is a staff dom doing at my cage?’

She cocked her head at him, feeling very confused. She’d just gotten here, what was going on?

“Slave Prl-3765?”

She nodded her head slowly, unsure what he wanted. She grew even more confused, and a little scared, as he silently unlocked her cage and clipped a leash to her collar. “It’s time.”

He didn’t give Pearl time to contemplate the ominous words as he gently tugged on the leash. When she didn’t move a harsher one followed. “H-Hey! Clockface.”

The pony relaxed the leash and cocked his head at the safeword, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wron- what’s going on?! Why and where are you taking me? I was just put in this cage.”

“Auction day.”

“The auction? Tonight?! I signed up like a week ago! Why are they taking me now?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, but I do have a schedule to keep to. Do you still want to go?”

Pearl thought for a moment, she was definitely interested in it, but the lack of notice kind of bothered her. Nonetheless, she nodded, “Yeah, I wanna go. Sorry for kinda freaking out there.”

He shrugged again, “Happens more than you think. You ready?”

Pearl nodded, “Clockface.”

“Clockface.”

Pearl shuddered in fear and excitement, getting back into her role and followed the male’s lead out of her cage. She felt the eyes of the few other early slaves follow her, and swished her tail at them. ‘This is so exciting! I really hope I get a good master or mistress.’

The walk to the auction house was fairly uneventful. A few wandering doms had eyed the ruby studs on her collar, but the yellow mask of the staff member leading her had them finding other slaves to play with.

Pearl felt a little disappointed, but it passed quickly, leaving her quietly hopeful for the rest of the walk, excitement starting to bubble in her. She was still a little afraid she might go to a dom she didn’t like - or not be bought at all - but she was open to try most anything once. Besides, she could always call it off if whatever dom bought her just wasn’t a good match for her.

Pearl’s mind drifted into a memory of when she had to do such a thing, only once of a couple times in her years at the Society.

She had been in the Slave Pits, when a stallion came up, talking a big game about what a great dom he was and how she was ‘sure to beg him to collar her.’ He’d strolled right up to her cage and completely overtalked a cute mare Pearl was trying to convince to take her. The mare had huffed and walked off, going to another cage.

Annoyed, but somewhat intrigued by the confidence of the stallion, she decided to give him a chance, letting him parade her out of the market and through the society. When he stopped to talk to dom after dom though, she had enough. As he was making great exclamations, for the fifth time, about how she had begged him to take her, how she obviously had great tastes and could tell a good dom from a bad one, and how he would probably ruin any other dom’s chance, Pearl respectfully rang her bell 7 times; inciting towertop. He stopped short, and looked at her with surprise and a touch of sadness. He reluctantly unhooked the leash, saying she had missed out ‘big time’ and ‘don’t worry, if you want a real dom, I’ll be around’ before walking off in a huff...

Pearl ran into the staff member with a soft ‘ooof’, gulping as she realized he had stopped in front of a dark and ominous looking door. He looked back with a smirk as he opened it, leading her into a dimly lit room. Mares of all kinds littered the area, all with a stallion standing over them. All of sudden, a booming voice sounded from above her. Surprised shrieks erupted from around the room, Pearl included, as her heart started to thud against her chest.

She saw small bits of light flare up around the room, and gasped quietly as she felt magic surround her. A gruff voice, this one obviously in the room, cut through the darkness, “Listen up slaves, we are here to get you ready to sell. Any resistance will be noted. Just remember if you aren’t sold, me and my boys get to pick through the leftovers, and we don’t exactly reward resistance.”

Pearl heard dark chuckles from ‘the boys’ amidst a sea of whimpers from the other slaves around her and added her own. She couldn’t help but imagine what might happen if she didn't sell. What might they consider resistance? Would they whip or cane her for squeaking in discomfort? What if they made her drink Starbright and then whipped and caned her? Pearl didn’t have a very high pain tolerance, and she absolutely hated painful punishment without good reason.

She was brought out of her thoughts as she was forced into the ‘recline’ position. She was leaned back, her legs spread wide with a spreader bar. Her claws were connected to the cuffs on her back legs, and a blindfold took all sight from her. Being forced into a position and unable to control her body awakened a primal fear in her. Pearl’s heart thudded like mad and she was nearly hyperventilating, her body shaking so much the metal from the bar tapped against the ground. She felt a breath brush against her cheek and wanted to scream, only managing a gasping squeak.

“Hey, do you need to tap out?” The stallion who had taken her from her cage whispered to her, placing a hoof over her hammering heart.

‘It’s okay… I’m okay… You can handle this Pearl.” She continued her calming mantra for a minute, taking deep breaths. “I-I’m okay, I can handle this. Just, a l-little more intense than I thought.”

“If you need to call staircase we have a procedure for that.”

Pearl shook her head, not wanting to be babied through her first auction experience, “N-no, I’m okay now, really. Thank you though.”

Pearl didn’t receive any verbal response, only feeling the hoof withdrawing from her chest. She tried to focus on her surroundings, hearing low murmurings, a few rings of safety bells, and of course the booming voice from earlier, continuing his muffled speech from somewhere above.

“-Slave BP-1390!”

Strangely, Pearl heard that part loud and clear, and also heard a muffled shriek, presumably from ‘slave BP-1390 ’. After a moment, the voice had become muffled again, and Pearl was very confused. ‘Are we being lifted up onto a stage? Maybe I should have visited as a dom before signing up as a slave...’

She sat there and pondered, slowly becoming more bored as the adrenaline from being ‘prepared’ for the auction wore off. Her muscles were also starting to ache from being forcefully held in an already difficult position. She sighed softly, thinking back to when she signed up for the auction.

It was just another day at the Society, and Pearl was relaxing in the Teahouse. It had been a very stressful day at work, and she didn’t want to inadvertently bring in her outside life into a scene. She was sipping some mint tea, idly looking through the posters on the wall near her table advertising different events. Her interest was piqued at a particular poster, depicting a mare held in bondage on a stage while hooves were waving in the foreground. Bold letters on the top said, ‘ARE YOU SOLD YET?’ In slightly smaller print on the bottom, it read, ‘come sign up for an auction! Details available at the auction house.’

She finished her cup of tea and promptly went over to the auction house. The stallion working there beamed when he saw her, Pearl returning his smile. “Hey, Pencil! I saw this flier in the teahouse and was wondering if I could sign up.”

He looked at the flyer, nodding. “Ah yes, there’s been a lot of mares signing up, let me see how bad it is.”

He flipped through a sign up sheet, then put it on the desk with a form. “Today’s your lucky day Pearl; we have an opening for one coming up. I’ll need your registration, a quick hoof - uh, claw stamp, here, and then you just need to fill this out.”

And so Pearl signed her name and stamped her claw, excited for the experience. The form had taken about 15 minutes for her to fill out. It was a collection of questions about her likes and comfortability, some responses being a simple check and others requiring a few words in response.

Pearl sighed as she pulled herself out of her memory, shaking her head for being surprised at the blindfold; she'd checked the option for it after all. She loved being blindfolded, and it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it was just adding to her growing boredom as she sat there waiting her turn. At least in a scene, she could hear the movement of a master or mistress moving around, waiting with baited breath for the next caress or gentle swat of a crop. She groaned softly as she tried to stretch out as much as the restraints would allow, attempting to ease the growing ache from her legs. At least she'd put down several options for her preferred position to be bound in, giving her something to be surprised about.

“-Slave Prl-3765!”

The massive voice boomed from above, making Pearl squawk as she was placed on what felt like wood, the sensation of being lifted different than magic overtaking her senses. A soft thud announced her arrival on what she assumed was the stage, among gasps and excited murmuring from what she could guess was a crowd in front of her. ‘Oh Celestia...This is it!’

Pearl could have sworn she heard the voice, probably the auctioneer now that she thought about it, chuckle. “Now now folks, let me tell you the specifics about our special little slave here before you all rush to start bidding. This exotic little treat enjoys a gentle master or mistress, but don't be afraid of a little cruelty either, she enjoys being made to work for any kind of attention. She is apart of the Cock Worshipers Guild, Watersports Guild, and the Slave Trainers guild. She is well versed in all the positions, but enjoys any challenge a dom can give to her. She is a fan of The City, and has an interest in pet town. Right now she is only looking for a temporary ownership so the contract you’ll be bidding on is only for tonight. This beautiful and extremely rare griffon slave could be yours for only 15 lashes! Do I hear 15?”

There was a great clamor of voices, a few lucky ones rising over the crowd; even the auctioneer seemed to have some trouble keeping up.

“I hear 20 lashes, do I hear 21? 22 lashes do I hear 23? 25 lashes, do I hear - okay 30 lashes do I hear -“

“10 Brands!”

Pearl gasped quietly and blushed as she heard a very male voice call out 10 brands, his deep baritone completely drowning out any other. ‘Wow, 10 brands...’ she thought as a tingle shot up her spine.

“10 brands, do I hear 11?”

”13 brands!”

Pearl cocked her head, that voice was female. There was something about it though that sounded much more alluring than the male one.

“13 brands, do I hear 14?”

“16 brands.”

The male voice sounded almost...bored as he called out the higher bid. The big crowd seemed to have quieted down, leaving those two to battle it out.

“16 brands do I hear -“

“20 brands.”

“25 brands.”

Pearl found herself straining to pick up even a whisper of a higher bid. The male voice certainly sounded interesting, but the female voice that was locked in a bidding war with him...She squirmed anxiously, silently hoping the female had enough to win her.

“25 brands, do I hear 26?”

There was a very pregnant pause, and Pearl heard the auctioneer take in a breath, presumably for the last call, when, “30 brands.”

‘30 brands...for me?’

Pearl’s heart started its hammering rhythm again as she tried in vain to figure what kind of creature would spend 30 brands on her. ‘Her voice sounds vaguely Canterlotian..Maybe she’s a unicorn?’

Pearl deflated a little bit, she wasn’t a very big fan of unicorns, especially ones from Canterlot. She had to deal with snooty ‘noble’ unicorns everyday, being a financial consultant, and especially didn’t like them as masters. She felt like they cheated, using their magic rather than amazing, wonderful brute strength to fully pin her, dominate her and fuck her until she forgot her own name… Pearl closed her beak to keep herself from drooling, and realized she’d been tuning the auction out.

“ - sold! Sold for 30 brands to the thestral in front!”

‘A thestral?’

Pearl didn’t have long to contemplate her new mistress before she was lowered into the room again. Her blindfold and the spreader bar were quickly taken off, the masked stallion from earlier helping her stand up and move to the side, so the next mare may go up. “You ready to meet your bidder?”

Pearl nodded, shifting around and stretching like a cat, her legs popping softly. “Mmm...Yeah, I’m good.”

The stallion chuckled, putting a simple bridle on her, and leading her out of the room. She followed him through a set of doors, down a short hallway and another doorway, to a room that looked similar to the stables. He led her into a stall, grabbing a whiteboard and scribbling down her slave ID. “You’ll be waiting here until your new master has paid. Have fun.”

He winked at her and closed the door, Pearl assuming he hung the whiteboard on the front of the door. She paced around the small stall, wondering about her mistress for the evening. “I’ve never been with a thestral before...I wonder what she will be like...”

She sat down against the wall, splaying her legs wide and slowly dragging a claw down her body, thinking about different ways her evening could go. She thought about being chased in the city and dragged into an alley to serve her...

Pearl was running through the twisting back alleys of the city, her breath coming in short gasps. She didn’t dare take to the air; she wasn’t a very fast flier and was even worse when she was stressed or under pressure. She continued running, and turned down a side street, skidding to a stop at the dead end. “No no no no no! Dammit.”

She quickly looked around for another way, and turned around to back track when she was tackled by a blur of fur.

She shrieked in surprise, pleas for mercy dying on her tongue when she saw the hungry look in her mistress’s eyes. A dark chuckle came from those beautiful lips as Pearl was looked over like a piece of meat...

Pearl shuddered, switching gears as she thought about a different scenario. Maybe she would prostrate herself in public to her mistress, groveling and licking her hooves while she talks about playing with another slave...

Pearl whimpered pitifully, looking up at her mistress. She was cruelly ignoring her for a cute little pegasus with silver studs, talking loudly about how cute she was and how she wished she had been on the auction block. She tried to regain her attention, but was unsuccessful with simple whimpers. She decided she would make her mistress notice her again, and so gently grasped her hoof, reverently kissing and licking it.

This got a look and smirk from her mistress, and so Pearl doubled her efforts...

Pearl whimpered and panted; loving the idea of a cruel mistress. She also liked the idea of a gentle one though. They might share a night full of passionate and gentle love, Pearl servicing her mistress so well she’d scream to the heavens and reward her with a mind blowing orgasm…

Shrieks and moans filled Pearls ears as she served her mistress, her tongue wiggling deep inside her winking marehood as her claws teased her legs and thighs. Her head bobbed with her mistress’s thrusting hips, and she knew she was close. With a scream of pleasure, and the locking of her hooves around Pearl’s head, Pearl’s beak was flooded with her mistress’s juices. She dutifully swallowed every drop, cleaning her marehood like a good slave.

Her mistress’s hooves released her head, and Pearl looked up to her with a shy smile. “D-did I do a g-good job mistress?”

She didn’t receive a response, her mistress leaning down to tackle her in a passionate kiss. Her back hoof started to rub against Pearls pussy…

Pearl moaned loudly, having to drag her claw away before she came. “G-good slaves don’t c-cum without mistress’s permission...”

She muttered to herself, shaking slightly as she forced herself to take deep breaths and relax a little. Her ear tufts perked up as she heard voices in the stalls around her. The auction must be over, which means her mistress would come for her soon!

Pearl sat up and looked excitedly at the door, then shifted so she was laying on her side, then scrambled back up to be standing. She nervously turned in circles as she debated how to present herself for her mistress. Should she be more cute and innocent, shyly hiding her bits until her mistress commanded her? Or should her mistress be greeted with her rump, so she may immediately begin her appraisal?

Pearl continued her pacing, not wanting to come off as too wanton; some masters had punished her for being overly turned on before they had a chance to do anything. Yet there were also the masters that had passed her over because she didn’t appear to be all that interested and turned on. She growled as she gripped her head with a claw. She knew time was running out, her mistress could open the door any second now, and here she was in a position that was definitely not attractive. ‘Oh what to do, what to do?”

A snicker came from behind her, Pearl having stopped pacing with her back to the door. She gulped, her mouth feeling dry all of a sudden as she slowly turned to face her mistress.