Author's Note

Hi guys, so sorry for the long wait but here it is, the last official chapter for Feathers and Leather! There is a epilogue chapter planned where we finally get to see Pearl’s domme side as she collars Snow. There may also be a sequel in the future exploring their relationship further and some super cool CTS things! Hope you guys enjoyed!

Hunts and Collars

One word brought them together,
One night bound them,
Their two lives changed forever.

The clocktower rings,
As two hearts does Fate string,
And the Heart of Devotion burns bright.

~~6 Months Later~~

“Snoooooow, are you reaaaaaadddyyyy?” Pearl called out as she stepped into her marefriend’s apartment, looking around for the bat.

“Yes, right here Pearl.”

The griffon turned her head to see Snow coming out of her kitchen, saddlebags on her back filled, similar to Pearl’s own bags. She smiled and nuzzled Snow, “This weekend is going to be amazing.”

Pearl dramatically looked around before lowering her voice and nipping Snow’s ear. “Especially because I’ll finally get to dom you~”

Snow eeeped and almost let a small moan slip, her ears were especially sensitive, something she knew her sadistic marefriend would take full advantage of when it was her turn with the mask. Not that Snow minded of course.

Pearl grinned and pecked her blushing bats face, lazily draping her claw around her shoulder and pulling her along. “Now come onnnn, we wanna get there right at 7.”

Snow giggled at Pearl’s impatience, mentally reminding herself to include patience into her slave training. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Not yet you aren't~”

“PEARL!”

The snickering Griffin and flustered bat pony made their way from Snow’s apartment to the coffee shop where Pearl had met with Ebony and Princess Cadence so long ago. At the counter Snow told the barista, “Two house specials, 5 scoops of sugar and extra caramel.”

The ‘extra caramel’ bit indicated they wished to use a portal to one of the Clocktower sites. Both Pearl and Snow gave the mare their coins with a couple bits, to indicate they were both members.

The coffee cups they received held not just one but 2 keys now, the first key to get into the ‘Clocktower Friendly’ cafe, the second one to the portal room. They went out to the alleyway, through the door with the clockface, and into a back room of the coffee shop.

Standing at the door was a Clocktower Guard, a stallion named Moonsaber. He wasn’t a regular pony, having a dragon arm in place of a right foreleg. In addition to his armor, he wore a wedding band with a ruby crystal heart on a finger, something that Pearl always found heartwarming.

Pearl smiled at him. “Good evening Moonsaber, how goes guard duty?”

He drummed his fingers on his scythe, shrugging. “Portal guarding is always a little monotonous, but it’s good to see you Pearl. You heading to East?”

Pearl nodded, wrapping her wing around Snow, “Yup, my marefriend and I have got some plans.”

Moonsaber cracked a small smile, his eyes glancing to his wedding ring before stepping to the side so they could access the door. “Go ahead, have a good weekend.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Once the door was unlocked they gave the keys to Moonsaber, stepping through the door and into the portal room. Pearl shuddered, feeling faint traces of magic pull at her fur and feathers from all directions. Snow nuzzled her, her own fur standing on end as they walked across the room to the portal leading to Ponyville.

They stepped through, ending up in the canyon on the outskirts of the town. Pearl smoothed her fur and feathers, muttering about pony magic and portals. Snow bumped her hip against hers and giggled before walking off the platform to join the short line at the front gates.

It was ten minutes to seven, meaning very soon the courtyard would be flooded with creatures, beckoned by the ringing of the clock and all the debaucherous activities one can take part of once inside.

At the front, they presented their pipsubs and were waved through. They made their way to Snow’s apartment, where all the supplies for tonight would be. Pearl practically bounced into Snow’s room, heading to the bedside table where her sub gear had been stowed.

She sighed softly as she pulled out the red based sub gear, knowing that by the end of the night she would be wearing black; meaning she was in a committed relationship with a dom.

Pearl clipped on her collar, picking up her plain, standard issue padlock. That too, would be different by tonight’s end. She would soon be wearing one engraved with her mistress’s cutie mark, something Pearl was greatly looking forward too.

She quickly put on the rest of her gear, glancing over the bed to see Snow with her red mask in hoof, smiling at her. “You ready dear?”

Pearl smiled back and nodded eagerly, quickly making her way to her mistress's side. Snow chuckled and slid her mask on, looking at Pearl with such a hunger it left the griffin feeling weak in the knees.

“Come along kitten.”

Pearl quickly followed behind her, making sure her head was properly lowered and her tail was up and not hiding anything. She followed her mistress down the stairs and through the Society, until they reached a place called ‘The City’. It was one of the biggest non-consensual play areas in the Society, providing a vast landscape with everything from suburbs to an elaborate sewer system and even a few ‘school grounds’. The City was second only to the Borderlands and the famed ‘Rape Crescent’, where every sub was open to being caught by anydom.

Considering Snow’s plans for her, The City was just the right place.

Pearl shivered as she glanced up, seeing the double set of doorways looming above her. One had a collar above it and the other a mask. Both held portals that would teleport them to a random spot in the city, allowing for a fair start to the chase. Snow looked at Pearl, leaning in for a quick kiss before trotting to the dom entrance and walking through.

Pearl grinned as she faced the sub entrance, closing her eyes as she stepped through.

Pearl opened her eyes, shaking herself to rid the tingle of the portal before looking around. She was at the back of a small alleyway covered in shadows. She slowly stepped forward, ear tufts perked and wings ready to take off at the first sign of danger. Not that they would necessarily help...Despite being a griffon she was not a very fast or good flier.

She came upon the entry to the alleyway, hugging the side as she inched her head forward to peer at her surroundings. She looked forward and almost bumped into the chest of a diamond dog.

She shrieked and stumbled backwards, heart pounding in her chest as the dom jumped back, a surprised yelp escaping his muzzle. He was carrying a moving burlap sack on his back, Pearl gulping as she realized there was some poor sub in there.

The dog jerked his head to the side, motioning with his free hand for her to go, a slightly embarrassed blush lighting his cheeks.

She nodded rapidly and sped out of the alleyway, vaguely hearing the scrape of a ponyhole cover behind her being moved.

Now that she was out of the alleyway, she could see she was in a very metropolitan area. Tall buildings pierced the heavens all around her, tightly packed together with twisting alleyways connecting them. There were so many places a dom could be hiding, watching her, waiting to make their move at any moment...

Pearl shuddered and gulped again, cowering down and scurrying over to hug the side of a building. She had very bad natural camouflage for this setting. Her stark white feathers and light grey fur stuck out like a sore thumb against the darker colored material of the buildings.

Not to mention the weather was very fair, only a clawful of clouds to speak of, and a bright full moon bathing the streets in a luminescent glow.

Pearl slowly made her way forward, hearing more signs of doms hunting their subs. A cry here, a heavy grunt there, safety bells ringing the sub’s consent…

Pearl stopped short, she had made her way to the edge of the ‘city’ and was now faced with a long cross to a more suburban area. The only problem was that there wasn’t a lot of cover, and it looked to be at least 5 seconds of traveling at full speed. It might not seem like much, but with a hungry thestral roaming the skies, searching for a moving speck of white, it almost seemed like suicide.

Pearl paused and quietly giggled at her inner monologue, she tended to over exaggerate when she was ‘in the moment’. She put her tongue in her beak as she contemplated the risk. The longer she stood here the higher the chance she had of being caught without a proper chase, and that just wouldn't do.

She shook her head and crouched down before exploding forward. Her claws quietly scraped against the cobblestone as she ran, her wings held tight to her sides to reduce air resistance.

‘Almost...There…’

Pearl lunged forward and skid into a convenient hole cut into a bush, panting softly as she tried to curl up as tight as possible.

She looked around, finding another hole cut into the house. She slowly crawled in, coming face to face with a cabinet door. She cocked her head and quietly opened it, finding a cute house that defined the ‘white picket fence’ dream. An open concept with a nice kitchen, large living room, and stairs presumably leading up to the bedrooms.

Pearl smiled as she looked around, her mind filling the empty space with fantasies of her and Snow, maybe a foal or two. Would they adopt or get a donor? How many would they have total?

As Pearl's mind ran off without her, her heart began to flutter at imagining an actual future with Snow.

A door’s squeaky opening instantly brought her back to the present, the griffon internally cursing herself for letting her thoughts get away from her.

She slunk lower to the ground, creeping quietly across the kitchen floor as her ears strained for any other noises. The door must have been the front door, but thankfully a short hallway blocked immediate view into the kitchen.

“Hmm, I wonder where my kitten has gone.”

Pearl's heart stopped at the voice, mistress’s voice, fighting back a shriek as she backpedaled.

She looked around, trying to figure out an escape route and not get lost back in her earlier fantasies. The sliding glass door to the backyard was open, but it would put her in the eye line of the front door. There was the cabinet that had the hole to the outside, but would she have time to close it behind her without making noise?

Pearl began to shake, desperately trying to keep her breath steady. She was running out of time, each soft thud of a hoof across the floor resounding in her mind. Mistress had to know she was here, she was just playing with her.

Pearl shook her head to steady herself and decided to go for the backdoor. No risk, no reward after all.

She set a paw against a cabinet, crouching down like a runner at the starting line. She took a deep breath and lunged forth on the exhale, pushing off the cabinet and giving herself a good boost. Out the backdoor she lept and took to the air, hoping to hide in a white, fluffy cloud before mistress caught her.

She vaguely heard a surprised curse come from the house and knew mistress would be right on her tail.

Pearl desperately beat her wings, hoping that she could go just a little faster. She didn’t dare look back, afraid that she would see her mistress right on her tail.

She cursed as she realized none of the 'clouds' were actually there, rather illusions that made them look close to the ground. Her ears caught the sound of leathery wings flapping behind her.

Slightly panicking, Pearl rolled to the right and folded her wings, diving downwards. As she neared the ground she opened her wings just enough to slow her down so she wouldn't hurt herself as she hit the ground and rolled forward.

She quickly got her paws under her and ran, heading down the suburban street to a set of factories. Her mistresses laugh echoed behind her, Pearl pushing herself to go faster and faster.

The particular factory Pearl found herself at appeared abandoned, broken 'glass' and bricks scattered around and leaving many windows open to leap into.

Pearl grunted as she lept upwards, beating her wings a couple times to propel her into a second story window.

She scurried under a table, hiding under a tarp. To her surprise, the factory wasn’t quiet. Her ears picked up on deep grunting, coming from beneath her.

She looked around and found the floor just behind her caved in, showing down to the first floor. A deep blush reddened her cheeks as she saw the same diamond dog dom from earlier with a pretty little pegasus squirming under his paw.

“Pony clean dirt from paw like dirt she is.”

His deep voice rumbled through Pearl’s body, her breath catching as she quietly scooted closer to the hole. She lifted her rump and traced a claw down her body to her dripping snatch, teasing herself as she watched the scene below.

The mare was blushing as well, hesitantly sticking out her tongue to lap at the dogs paw. Despite her apparent disgust at being forced to do something so demeaning, her marehood was winking rapidly, her body trembling as she tried to hide how aroused she was.

Pearl clamped her other claw around her beak to keep from moaning too loud, so captivated by the scene before her she forgot that she herself was being hunted as well.

The dog pulled his paw away and lifted the shivering mare by her collar, leering at her before tossing her onto a dirty looking mattress. “Now pony become dog bitch, pack will be happy for new fucktoy.”

Pearl’s eyes widened as the dog pounced on her, flipping the mare onto her stomach and entering her in one swift movement.

“Found you~”

Pearl’s stomach dropped as she choked back the surprised scream from hearing her mistress’s voice right in her ear. A squeak finally escaped her as she looked up, noticing that her mistress was on top of her. How she didn’t notice her warm fur before, Pearl had no idea. All she knew now is that she was, without a doubt, fucked.

~~She couldn’t wait.~~

Her mistress grinned and nipped her ear, practically purring into it. "Mmm, a lovely little show but one you'll have to miss the end of."

She bit the back of Pearl's neck before clipping a leash on her with a quiet ‘click’, moving off of her and to the side.

“Come along kitten.”

Pearl stood at the command, tail swishing excitedly. She followed her mistress back to the window, seeing her spread her leather wings and following with her feathery ones.

They flew back towards the suburban area and landed outside a home similar to where Pearl had hidden earlier. Mistress tugged on the leash and led her in through the front door, past the kitchen and to a door in the living room.

“Kitten, I must say I was surprised by this little hunt. I thought I’d have to look harder to find you, but you are such a horny little slut I didn’t have long to look before finding you masturbating to another’s playtime. It makes me wonder if you truly want this collar.”

Pearl had perked up at the nickname, but as her mistress spoke she hung her head in shame, whimpering at her cruel words. “M-mistress I, I do want your collar…”

“Do you?”

“Yes! Please mistress, I’m sorry please let me make it up to you, I can be a good slave, please!”

Mistress had been speaking over her shoulder, not looking at Pearl. Finally she turned her head and stared right at her, “You will have a chance to prove your devotion. Come.”

She opened the door, Pearl gulping as the dark and foreboding atmosphere of a basement greeted her. Her mistress pulled on the leash and led her down the stairs. There was just enough light for Pearl to avoid tripping, her heart hammering in her chest and pulse racing. Mistress wouldn’t actually deny her her collar would she?

Pearl was tempted to call ‘clockface’ and make sure her mistress wasn’t serious and she would be collared by the end of the night. That was, until she saw how the basement was set up. In the middle of the room was a collaring block, at the perfect height for Pearl to be laying down with her neck on the padded surface; upon which a black collar lay.

She gulped as tears pricked her eyes. No, of course Snow wouldn’t actually deny her the pleasure of being collared. But she would definitely make her work for it.

Mistress led her towards the collaring block, the only piece of furniture in the room Pearl realized. The walls were far from bare however, all manners of toys lining them from buttplugs to complex contraptions Pearl could only guess at their function.

Mistress unclasped the leash and pointed to the space right beside the block. “Beg.”

It took a moment for Pearl to understand her command, but understanding soon dawned on her and she scrambled into the ‘pleading’ position. She spread her hind legs out and sat up, pulling her claws towards her chest until she looked like she was begging.

Mistress nodded and walked past her, to the wall at her back. Pearl’s ears flicked as she heard rummaging punctuated by mistress’s muttering.

A hoof on her back made Pearl gasp, extending her wings under mistress’s guiding touch. What felt like a leather sheath wrapped around the base of her wings, tightened just before the point of pain. A soft clamp came down around the bend in her wing, forcing her to keep her wings spread.

Pearl moaned softly, her muscles twitching under the bindings. Mistress walked around into her sight and held up a dragonic dildo, grinning at Pearl’s needy whines.

Mistress slowly dragged the tip down her stomach, swirling the pointed head towards her dripping hole. “Let me hear your devotion to me kitten, beg, and I may grant mercy and let you cum later.”

Pearl whimpered and panted, squirming her legs just a little farther apart. “Mistress, I want to please you. Use my holes any way you wish, give me any command and I will do it! Make me completely yours, my ass, my cunt, my mouth, my wings, my claws, all of it! My body, mind, and soul are yours. Please mistress...I want you.”

Mistress kissed her firmly, Pearl shuddering with a moan, turning into a gasp as the dildo was pushed into her. The fat knot at the base pressed against her lips but it was not forced in.

Shivers danced up and down Pearl’s spine as she was stretched in just the right way, waves of pleasure flowing through her as her walls rolled over the surprising variety of bumps and ridges.

Mistress pulled away from the kiss, panting softly and looking pleased with Pearl. “Eyes closed, claw out.”

Pearl’s eyes shut without a second thought, her right claw stretching out. She jumped slightly as something heavy was placed in her claw. She slowly closed her claw around the object, it was round and cylindrical, and felt like leather. One side of it felt much heavier than the other.

Pearl was about to ask what she was holding when mistress spoke. “Open your eyes.”

She did and felt her heart stop at what she held. It was a flogger, with about ten-fifteen straps of leather trailing from the handle held in her claw. “M-mistress?”

She didn’t respond to Pearl’s shaky whimper, just stepped back a couple steps and sat down. She nodded at the flogger. “This is your final test for the collar. Flog yourself and beg for my collar, give yourself completely to me and I will grant your wish.”

Pearl squirmed around more, staring at the instrument in her claw. She had to use that on herself, hurt herself for mistress, because mistress commanded it. She took a deep breath and began to move her claw when mistress’s voice interrupted her.

“Before you begin I will give you one last chance to bow out. Once you lift that flogger and strike yourself you.are.mine. You will give your every breath, every feather, every fiber of your being to my command. My word is law and you will follow it. If you are agreeable, continue.”

Pearl looked at her mistress and saw a confident, commanding domme, but there was a little hesitation. Pearl caught her gaze flicking to her tail, to her bell. She licked her beak and lifted the flogger before bringing it down on her stomach with a solid ‘thwap’. “Mistress, I am yours.”

‘Thwap.’

“I want to be yours. Your plaything, your slut, your slave, let me be it please.”

‘Thwap.’

Bits of her leftover winter coat were flying off, fluffy tufts of fur floating through the air with each strike. Pearl was panting now, the flogger’s suede leather strips stinging more than actually hurting. A beautiful blend of pleasure from shedding her fur and the dildo inside her, her wings kept outstretched and trembling under their binds, and the slight pain from striking herself. She struck herself a couple more times before speaking again.

“M-mistress, I am yours.”

Her claw trembled as she landed one more solid blow, her grey furred stomach turning a light pink. Some of the strips even reached around to her flanks, drawing even more fluff from there. Her claw dropped, her arm aching as she breathed heavily and whimpered at her mistress, hoping she was done.

“Are you satisfied mistress? H-has this slave proven herself?”

Pearl focused on her mistress, taking note of her own heavy breathing and scent of her arousal mixing with Pearl’s. Mistress nodded and stood up, taking the flogger from her and tossing it to the side. Pearl moaned when mistress bit her ear, tugging on the sensitive feathers a bit before walking away.

She came back a moment later with a set of straps wrapped around her hips with a circular base positioned where a dildo would normally be for a strapon.

Mistress nuzzled her neck, nipping above her red collar before unclasping it, letting it fall to the ground. “Are you ready darling kitten?”

Pearl smiled and whispered happily, “Yes mistress.”

Snow pecked her cheek and patted the collaring block, “Present with your head on the block.”

Pearl nodded and shifted onto her side, crawling forward a few steps and placing her neck onto the padding. She lifted her flank up, tail swishing excitedly. It was here. She was going to be collared.

Mistress moved behind her, pressing her hips against Pearl’s flank. She heard a quiet click and was a bit confused, until she felt mistress’s hips moving back and the dildo moving out with her.

A moaning squawk was drawn from Pearl as mistress began to fuck her. She would slowly draw her hips back, pulling the cock out little by little until only the tip was left in. Then, she would push forward again and fill her, grinding the knot against Pearl’s clit. Pearl would whimper as mistress pulled out and let out a keening cry each time she was filled again.

Every thrust felt like a torturous hour, Pearl close to begging mistress to stop being so cruelly slow.

She didn't have to, for as soon as Pearl opened her beak mistress leaned over her and growled possessively as she bit her neck, picking up her pace a bit.

“Ahh, nnngh, m-mistress…!"

Pearl's body was on fire in all the best ways, her stomach stinging slightly as the thrusts curled her forward a bit. The ridges scraping her insides, the heat of mistress's body leaning over her, the feral grip of her teeth on the back of her neck, the slight choking that occurred if Pearl didn't have her head positioned right...

Mistress growled again, releasing her neck and using her wings to pick up either side of her new black collar. She bit down on Pearl’s ear tuft, uttering a single command.

“Cum.”

Pearl screeched loudly as she was given permission to let go, clenching down on the toy inside her as she squirted around the knot. Mistress clicked her collar in place and came with her, some of her marejuices soaking the fur around Pearl’s pussy.

Heavy panting filled the room as the two lovers recovered, Snow finally pulling out of Pearl slowly before removing the strapon, letting it fall to the floor.

Snow carefully pulled off the wing bindings next, Pearl only able to twitch and moan quietly. Snow nuzzled her way under Pearl, shifting her onto her back.

“I, I can walk…”

Snow chuckled and headed to a faintly outlined door in the basement wall, opening it and revealing a passageway lit by green lines; indicating it was a green zone and led to aftercare rooms.

Pearl shifted around a little on Snow’s back but didn’t make any effort to get off of her and actually walk. Instead, she just wrapped her claws around her neck and nuzzled her marefriend.

Just a little down the hallway there were doors on either side, emblazoned with a simple gold number on each one as well as a red and green light, to show which ones were occupied or not.

Snow stopped at one labeled ‘5’ with a red light, and opened the door. Inside was a comfortable aftercare room, a lush bed, cabinets filled with healing tonics and clocktails and a door to a bathroom.

Snow headed straight for the bathroom, gently sliding Pearl off of her back and onto the plush bath mat.

She pecked Pearl's cheek before turning on the water to the shower. It featured two heads on either side and hoof held shower heads on the sides. "Let's see what kind of shampoos and body washes they have in here."

Pearl smiled as she watched Snow fuss about, closing her eyes and just taking in the moment. The steam starting to fill the room, the soft and cushy fabric beneath her, the collar around her neck.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at Snow as she adjusted the water and tossed in various soaps for their shower. The bat jumped slightly when she turned and saw Pearl staring at her, a blush spreading across her face as she nodded at the shower. "Waters ready hun, do you need help standing up?"

Pearl shook her head, reaching to unclasp her collar and cuffs, putting them on the bathroom counter. Snow facehoofed, pulling her mask off and sheepishly placing it next to Pearls sub gear.

Pearl giggled and stood up shakily, nuzzling Snow before wobbling over to the shower. She sighed happily as she stepped into the warm water, moving over so Snow could be in there too.

Her blushing marefriend joined her after a moment, snuggling into her side.

Pearl smiled and kissed her forehead, “That mask must have been really comfortable if you were ready to shower in it.”

Snow grumbled and playfully poked her side, “Oh quiet you…”

Pearl snickered as she grabbed the soaps to wash her marefriend, turning the grumbling into stifled moans and adorable squirming.

At one point Pearl moved Snow to her lap, letting her wash her chest and feathers to help get the rest of her winter coat out.

Once both were cleaned, Snow grinned mischievously and grabbed the adjustable shower head, spraying Pearl playfully. Pearl quickly retaliated, using her large wings to fling even more water against Snow.

Screaming laughter and half formed threats filled the room, as a griffon v bat pony, marefriend v marefriend water battle royale took place. Only when they were both equally exhausted did the water get turned off and warmed towels dried fur and feathers.

“I totally beat you.”

Pearl’s proclamation almost echoed into the aftercare room as she flopped onto the bed.

“No way.”

Snow retorted as she got on the bed herself, her face a halfass attempt at intimidation as to challenge her to disagree. When Pearl stuck out her tongue and made a goofy face however, Snow lost her composure.

They both giggled and cuddled each other, Pearl wrapping her wings close around Snow. They stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. “I love you Snow.”

“I love you too Pearl.”