Chapters
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.
Pearl’s mind went blank as she faced her mistress for the evening. Her coat was a light teal-blue, her mane and tail were darker with some lighter streaks and lightly curled. She was wearing a beautiful mask, red with orange and gold snowflakes and purple swirls dancing around her green, amusement filled eyes. “My my, such an adorable little kitten I have bought.”
Pearl gulped at her voice. Now that she was feet in front of her, she could definitely hear a Canterlot accent, but it blended beautifully with the smooth and utterly sensual way she spoke. In contrast to the somewhat desperate bidding earlier, now she spoke calmly. Every word dripped with lust, but carried an undertone of command that Pearl was helpless to fight against. “M-mistress!”
Her mistress smiled, and even without fangs -unusual for a thestral- it looked predatory. “The auctioneer said you’d been a slave for two years and were well trained,” she chuckled, “We’ll just have to see about that.”
Pearl shuddered, this mare was dangerously close to exceeding her expectations and fantasies...and she hadn’t even touched her yet! “W-whatever my mistress commands...”
“Crawl.”
Pearl shuddered again before lowering herself on her belly and slowly crawling forward. She kept her face looking submissively upwards, her chin barely above the ground. While she crawled, her fantasy earlier of groveling to her mistress sprang to mind. She could feel her arousal leaking a trail behind her, and was tempted to drag her pussy along the ground to help fan the fire growing in her belly. Pearl mentally shook her head, ‘No, mistress will give me plenty of pleasure as long as I’m good.’
Her will and determination to be a good ~~girl~~ slave for mistress winning out, she continued on. When she was close to her mistress, a hoof gently placed on her beak stopped her. “A friend told me a griffons tongue has a very unique texture; I’ve heard many things about griffons that I’m dying to experiment with. I think I want to start with your tongue right now though. Lick my hoof like the lowly slave you are, show me you are worth the 30 brands.”
Pearl gently grasped the hoof in her claws, looking up in approval only to see her mistress cocking her head. She then started showering the hoof in kisses, sticking her tongue out as far as she could to gently lick the underside. While she licked, shivers of excitement ran up and down her spine. It was obvious her mistress kept herself well groomed, but there was a little residual dirt which Pearl savored with every lick. She got an extra thrill of excitement hearing soft moans from above her, and doubled her efforts. After a minute more, the hoof was pulled away, despite Pearl’s reluctance to let it go. She looked up to the thestral, hoping she hadn’t displeased her. She was pleasantly surprised to see a smirk, “Well, well, well, it appears you may be well trained after all.”
“I am a good slave mistress.”
“We shall see. Where might you like to go tonight, slave?”
Pearl put her tongue in her beak, the griffon equivalent of biting one's lip, unsure if it was a trick question. “Wherever you would like to go mistress, my opinion does not matter.”
She shrank back a bit, anxiously hoping it was the right answer; you never knew with some doms. After a tense few moments, her mistress giggled and pet her head, “At least you know how to speak to your mistress. I think we should start with a simple walk around, maybe go have a bite to eat. I might even reserve a special little training room if you are especially good, then I can fully explore a griffons body.”
Pearl’s tail whipped excitedly behind her as she nodded enthusiastically, “I promise to be good, mistress!”
Another giggle, “I don’t think an adorable little griffon like you should be wearing a bridle though.” She tsked and tilted her head, “No, my slave deserves a proper leash.”
Pearl felt another shiver run up her spine, starting at her tail and going through every inch of her body at the way her mistress said ‘my’. Even though they both wore red on their respective mask and collar, Pearl felt a hint of a connection she hadn’t with any dom before. Sure, she still enjoyed their company, but she didn’t mind leaving their bed to join another, only having the ghosts of their encounters caress her when she was in the mood. But this one...This one was different.
“Fortunately for you, I brought all my supplies in preparation.”
Her mistress slipped the bridle off and reached into saddlebags Pearl had failed to notice before. She pulled out a cerberus leash, the 3 clips dangling tantalizingly in front of her. Her mistress held up a hoof and rolled it, “Roll over.”
Pearl immediately did so, and scooted over to be back in front of her mistress. She watched as she stepped over her and gave Pearl her first glance at her marehood. It winked once and sent a drop of her arousal onto Pearl’s beak, which she quickly swiped with her tongue. She made a loud ‘mmm’ sound, and lifted her head to collect more. Her tongue barely touched the beautiful set of lips before her when she felt the end of the leash lash gently against her soft belly. “Now, now. There’ll be plenty of time for that later little kitten. Are you ready for the first clamp?”
Pearl winced at the lash and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Whenever you are ready mistress.”
Pearl braced herself for the clamp. No matter how much she braced though, it was always extremely painful. As the clamp latched cruelly to one of her nipples she shrieked and bucked her hips violently. Pearl screwed her eyes shut and she felt a tear escape one of them. She whimpered and panted, trying to work through the pain so she and her mistress could get to the pleasure later. Thankfully, her mistress wasn’t especially cruel and didn’t twist it or play with it. “Clockface.”
Pearl’s eyes shot open to now see her mistress’s green eyes inches from her own. They were full of concern, and a little regret. “I’m so sorry, are you okay? I know the paper said you didn’t have a high pain tolerance but I didn’t realize just how little. Oh my stars are you alright? Do you want me to-“
Pearl didn’t let her finish, pressing her beak to her lips in a soft kiss. After she felt her mistress relax a little, she pulled back. “It’s alright, I’m alright.” She paused to let out a shaky breath, “You asked and I said I was ready. I never really am ready for pain, but I can work through the clamps, I just need a second to adjust. You did nothing wrong. I actually really appreciate you stopping and making sure I’m okay...” Pearl paused, “Though, you could always gag me if you would feel more comfortable with it.”
She winked cheekily, managing a smile now that the pain had dulled a bit. Her mistress laughed softly, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I just got really worried. I know some subs don’t tap out because they don’t want to disappoint their doms. I’ve had a couple do that before...You know you can tap out if you need to right? I may have spent a bit on you but I do a lot of volunteer work so it’s alright. I mean, I can earn it back pretty quickly and -“
Pearl silenced her rambling mistress with another soft kiss. “It’s okay, really. We can talk about it more later if you want, but I would like to continue. I won’t be mad if you need to stop though; subs aren’t the only ones who need to tap out sometimes.”
Another laugh, “No, no, I’m alright. Okay, whoo, here we go. Clockface.”
Pearl smiled as her mistress turned back around, her marehood tantalizingly out of reach, “Clockface.”
“Are you ready for the next one?”
“Yes mistress.”
The next clamp slowly closed around her other nipple, and Pearl threw a fist into her beak, shrieking in pain around it. Her hips bucked again, her other claw pounding against the floor, “Only one more, you ready?”
Pearl took another moment to breathe, letting the pain dull a bit more. “A-almost mistress...M-may I have a g-gag for this one p-please?”
“But of course, you have been such a good slave, and you asked so nicely.”
Her mistress dug in her saddle bag for a moment and turned back around with a rubber bit in hoof, laying down gently on Pearl. “Test your bell.”
Pearl twitched her tail and willed the bell to ring, letting the crystal chime fill the stall. Her mistress smiled, “Good girl, now open up.”
Pearl relaxed a bit as the bit went in her beak, lifting her head so her mistress could strap it on behind her head. She testingly closed her beak on it, pleased that it was bouncy enough to not hurt her beak. She might have been able to break it were she really trying, but it was a product of the Society, and they strived for safety and durability. She was brought out of her thoughts by her mistress kissing down her body, moving backwards until she came face to face with Pearl’s quivering pussy. She held the last clamp, meant for her clit, in hoof. “You ready, kitten?”
Pearl shivered and nodded, laying her head back. Her whole body convulsed as the last one clamped on her clit, piercing pain coursing through her muscles. Her beak pressed down hard on the rubber bit as a couple tears slid down her face. The pain soon clashed with pleasure though as she felt a tongue on her pussy. Her body was conflicted as she moaned in pain then pleasure, the tongue flicking around the bit of her clit that wasn’t covered by the clamp. Her back arched as it then dived deeply into her depths, wiggling dexterously, making Pearl moan loudly around the bit and buck her hips softly.
Soon after, the pain was completely overrun by pleasure as Pearl suddenly orgasmed from her mistress’s masterful ministrations. While the clamps had been painful, her body was still worked up from her fantasies and licking her mistress’s hoof earlier. She heard a giggle and lifted her head to look down shamefully at her mistress, her muzzle dripping with Pearl’s juices, “Normally I would punish you for cumming without my permission, but under the circumstances I think I’ll let you slide.”
Her mistress climbed back up to Pearl’s face, taking the bit out and kissing her deeply. Pearl moaned as she was made to taste herself, her tongue dancing with her mistress’s. Shivers danced up and down her spine, and the pain she’d experienced just minutes earlier was completely forgotten. She hadn’t admitted it to any dom before, but she absolutely loved having to taste herself. It was an extra special kind of degradation that left her completely hot and bothered again. Her mistress pulled away from the kiss with a soft moan. “Oooh by Luna that was exquisite. I think you may have turned me onto griffons forever.”
Pearl blushed, “I...oh mistress…”
Pearl got a nuzzle in response, “Are you ready to go? Now that I’ve got a taste all I can think about is eating some sweet dessert out of your juicy little cunt.”
Pearl shuddered, “I-I’m ready.”
Her mistress kissed her quickly on the lips before standing up, slipping the end of the leash through the ring on Pearl’s collar. “Up.”
Pearl slowly rolled over, and felt a little bit of dull pain coming from the clamps. She winced as she stood up, shifting her legs a bit. She hated getting them put on, but once they were on Pearl actually found them quite pleasurable. Her mistress smirked at her, giving a gentle tug on the leash, making Pearl gasp as the clamps tugged softly on her nipples and clit. She playfully huffed at her mistress, who looked at her in amusement. “Does my slave wish to say something?”
Pearl tried to look as innocent as possible, “No mistress.”
Her mistress didn’t seem convinced, but tossed her head and started walking out of the stall. Pearl followed her closely, enjoying the looks of jealousy from the other doms. She even swished her tail at a couple of them, giving a peek of her leaking pussy. She wasn’t sure if her mistress noticed, but Pearl was pretty sure she could see was a hint of a smirk on her face.
“Tell me kitten, have you ever been to The Sweet Spot?”
Pearl cocked her head, furrowing her brows. “The Sweet Spot, mistress? I can’t say I’ve heard of the place.”
Her mistress nodded. “It’s a place for food play. Do you know what that entails?”
Pearl gulped softly. “Uh...Y-you eating off of m-me?”
“Yes, good girl.”
Pearl beamed as her mistress’s wing came back to pet her head.
“Now then, come along.”
Her mistress withdrew her wing and trotted onwards, giving a playful tug to the clamps. Pearl moaned, getting the hint and quickening her pace to match her mistress. She made sure to keep behind her though, it was bad form for a slave to walk ahead unless commanded. As they left the auction house Pearl turned her thoughts to what her mistress had suggested. ‘Huh, never really thought of foodplay before, I wonder what it will be like.’
Pearl’s stomach was full of butterflies as she followed her mistress through the Society. She’d never been to any of the special restaurants in the Society, especially not as a sub. She heard about them of course, how they catered to a slightly different taste of kink. Instead of eating off ceramic or clay plates, doms brought and ate off their own: their subs. Of course, many places had their own ‘plates’ one could choose from, but Pearl didn’t find much appeal in that. When asked about it, she simply said, ‘what’s the point eating off a sub you don’t get to play with after?’
Now that she was going to be the plate though, she was feeling nervous. Excited, aroused beyond belief, AND nervous.
Pearl was so deep in thought she suddenly ran into her mistress with a soft ‘oomph’. She shook her head and gulped as her mistress looked back at her with a frown, “Did you hear anything I just said?”
Pearl blanched and nervously looked at the ground, “I uh, n-no mistress...I’m sorry...”
Her mistress responded with a sharp tug on the leash, making it pull harshly at her nipples and clit. Pearl gasped and moaned loudly, “M-mistress!”
She tsked, “Looks like I’ll have to punish you.”
Pearl whimpered pitifully and crouched down, “I’m sorry mistress.”
She heard a sigh from above, “What am I going to do with you? Hmm.. I’ll figure out something later, just pay more attention kitten. Now, come along.”
Pearl got up and followed her, ashamed and extra nervous for her punishment. Her head was down, and her tail was slightly tucked between her legs as she walked. Soon, her mistress stopped again outside a building.
They were in a place much like any city, with various shops boasting various goods. There were a couple that had giant windows featuring subs in various bondage sets, showing them off like prime pieces of meat. There were shops that sold various CTS brand sex toys and the like, looking as vibrant and playful as a toy shop for foals.
Then there were the restaurants. Down the street was a place named The Lunar Belle, a fancy Itstallion place where the cooking was as good as if an Itstallion grandma made it, or so Pearl had been told.
The place Pearl was in front of with her mistress was a much more homely building, a cute little cafe/bakery simply titled ‘The Sweet Spot.’ Along with the name, there was a symbol of a collar with a fork and knife above it, letting everyone know it was an establishment for foodplay.
“Are you listening to me now kitten?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good, now I was trying to ask earlier if you were sure about this. When I bought you, the paper I signed didn’t say anything about your interest in this kind of thing. And don’t say you are okay with it just because you think I’ll punish you more.”
Pearl thought for a moment, “I do want to try this mistress, really. I trust you, and while I’m nervous for the punishment I am excited about this.”
Her mistress nodded, “Alright, well, if you behave yourself, I may just rethink your punishment. Now, come along, I’m getting hungry.”
Pearl let out a happy little ‘squee’ and followed her mistress in. They were greeted by the hostess, a pretty little mare that wore a red apron and collar with red studs. She smiled broadly, “Welcome to the Sweet Spot, where we hope the food hits the spot! Now, is this your first time here with us?”
“No, but it is my sub's first time. The beginners’ menu will do just fine.”
“So you wish to use your own plate then?”
“Yes.”
The mare nodded and grabbed a simple white menu that had ‘beginner’ in cute, blockish letters written on it. “Oh, one more question, do you wish to have her so she may worship you while you eat?”
Pearl perked up, looking to her mistress hopefully. “No, she needs to be punished. She will not be allowed to worship me.”
Pearl whimpered sadly as the hostess mare nodded, “As you wish. If you will please follow me.”
When she turned around, Pearl blushed heavily when she saw she had a good sized anal plug in her back door. Her tail swished side to side as she walked, never fully hiding her marehood or the end of the plug. They were led out back to a covered patio area, Pearl blushing even harder seeing the other doms and their ‘plates’. They were led to a ‘table’, which was actually a horizontal frame that looked like an upside down Y.
The mare coaxed Pearl onto the frame so that she was laying on her back on the straight part, her back cuffs connected to the ends of the split part of the frame. Her front claws were pulled behind and underneath her, elbows bent and claws locked together. A couple of thick, leather straps went across her chest and right above her hips, presumably to help keep her stable. Her tail was also laid along the back of her hind leg, the end of it being fitted into a sleeve connected to the frame. She would still be able to ring her bell, but it kept her tail out of the way, something Pearl was thankful for as she was known to bruise with how excited she whipped her tail around sometimes. Finally, she saw the mare adjust a crank which brought her legs a little bit higher and much farther apart. To Pearl’s relief, it stopped just before being uncomfortable. Actually, she wasn’t very uncomfortable at all; the frame was well padded, and there was even a little extra to help cradle her head.
“Do you mind if I take the clamps off? They interfere with the setting of our dishes.”
“Oh no, please do.”
That was all the warning Pearl got before she felt the mare take them off. She whimpered softly as her abused nipples and clit were fully exposed to the air once again. Her mistress stepped between her legs and blew a breath across them, making her squeak and try to arch her back, only to be held back by the straps. She lifted her head to see her mistress smirk, then the other mare stepped in, holding a different set of clamps. Pearl squawked loudly in pain as she felt them clamp onto her lower lips, then moaned pathetically as they slowly pulled them apart. “Almost done little birdy.”
Pearl shuddered as she heard the mare open a packet, and regretted looking to see what it was. She was applying a packet of lube to an anal plug, and a good sized one at that. She felt the tip of the plug poke at her back door and froze. She received a light slap on her stomach as the mare chided her, “Now, now, if you clench up like that I’ll never get it in.”
Pearl whimpered and tried to relax. Soon, through deep breathing and the firm prodding of the mare, the plug rested soundly in her depths.
“Alright, now that you're all set up just look through the menu and use the button to flag one of us down once you’ve made your decision.”
Pearl heard her mistress thank the hostess mare, then felt the menu’s edge set squarely on her pussy. Pearl gasped and moaned a little as her mistress flicked through the pages, muttering just quiet enough so Pearl couldn’t hear her. ‘I wonder what she meant by button..’
Pearl thought, looking up to trace patterns on the ceiling while she waited for her mistress to decide, ‘Ooh! That looks like a cock! And that looks like another cock. And that looks kinda like..yet another cock. Wait a second, did they decorate this whole ceiling in ‘hidden’ cocks? Why aren’t there any, oh wait, found a marehood. Ooh, that one looks like a changeling. That one looks like a dragon!’
Pearl kept herself entertained, tracing the various genitalia in the ceiling. All of a sudden, she felt the plug get pushed in. She squeaked in surprise, then moaned as it started to vibrate. ‘I-is THAT what they meant by button?!’
The vibrations stopped after a moment, and she could feel the plug slide back out just a little bit. Pearl also heard gasps and moans from around the patio area, and soon a server mare walked up, wearing the same uniform as the hostess and blushing heavily. “H-have you made your s-selection ma’m?”
“Yes I have. I would like the berry cream surprise please.”
The mare eeped and moaned softly, pressing her tail against her ponut. “O-of course. I-I will have thaa atout in j-just a m-moment.”
Pearl watched the mare as she quickly scurried off to a nearby table. She was fascinated to see that as she walked, her tail moved just enough to the side for Pearl to see her anal plug vibrating. It also looked like it was...glowing red? Pearl put her tongue in her beak, ‘I really gotta start exploring more as a dom..’
After the serving mare finished talking to the other table, she disappeared inside the restaurant. Pearl went back to looking at the ceiling, thinking about what could be in the ‘berry cream surprise’ her mistress ordered. She perked up as she heard the mare coming back after a minute, this time with a cart full of bowls of fruit and whipped cream. Pearl was surprised to see her hand a crop to her mistress, simply saying, “To tenderize if you wish.”
Her mistress turned to her with a wicked grin, holding the crop and inspecting it in the light. She turned towards Pearl, “Well my sweet little kitten, perhaps this will be a fitting punishment.”
Pearl gulped and shook in her bonds, her hips squirming as her tail flailed in its sleeve. Time seemed to slow down as the crop came down, striking her left thigh. Pear shrieked and tried to buck her hips, internally cursing the straps that held her back. The crop struck again, flicking across her right thigh.
Her mistress was merciless as the crop struck her thighs, quickly turning her white fur red and leaving Pearl a squirming mess. After about 20 strikes, her mistress handed the crop back to the server. “That should be good enough.”
The mare nodded and set to carefully arranging the chilled berries around, and even slightly in, Pearl’s pussy. Pearl moaned softly and tried to squirm, the berries feeling amazing as they settled against her abused and heated fur. She gasped as she felt whipped cream being plopped right above her clit and the sides of her pussy, the weight of it making the berries press more into her skin and move a bit. Finally, there was a drizzle of something nice and gooey warm spread all around where the berries and whipped cream were. “D-done, I hope you enjoy ma’m.”
“Oh I will, thank you.”
Pearl shuddered once again at the tone of her mistress, gasping as she felt a cold spoon rest against her inner thigh, her mistress tracing it slowly down her leg. She moaned as it dug into her fur a little, feeling the berries sliding onto the spoon. She raised her head to look at her mistress, blushing heavily as she seductively licked the berries and slowly swallowed them. “Mmm, oh this is delicious.”
The spoon went back onto her fur, this time moving to scoop some of the berries out of Pearl’s pussy. She moaned loudly, the sensations of the spoon just barely diving into her quivering lips driving her wild. “M-mistress..!”
Pearl desperately wanted to buck her hips, just to get more of the smooth metal inside of her. As it left her body she whimpered, ‘I can’t believe I haven’t tried this before! This is amazing!’
Even though she couldn’t pleasure her mistress directly, she felt she enjoyed eating off her as much as Pearl enjoyed being eaten off of. When thinking about food play before, Pearl just thought it meant some whipped cream being licked off her stomach, maybe a cherry shared sensually between two mouths. She didn’t realize just how much more went into it; the difference of using utensils instead of ones tongue, the different temperatures of food one could have, and the actual meals that would be placed on the ‘plates’.
She looked around to the other doms in the patio, one was having a sandwich and was dunking it with gusto into his subs marehood as she squirmed around his cock. Another was having biscuits and gravy, though the gravy looked pretty runny at this point. There was even a diamond dog enjoying cheesecake. Despite all the different meals and bodies, one thing was the same; the look of pure submission and trust each sub had in their eyes, and the look of pride and trust in the dom’s. Pearl smiled, ‘Just another amazing day in the Society.’
Suddenly, she gasped loudly and moaned as her mistress dug the spoon in her pussy, gently rubbing it against her clenching walls, bringing her out of her philosophical thoughts. “I like the caramel sauce they put on top, but I think I love your ‘sauce’ better.”
Pearl smiled even more at the compliment, moaning throatily as her mistress finally scooped what she wanted out of her pussy. This continued for a bit, her mistress slowly dragging the spoon to collect berries and whipped cream, then dunking it into her pussy, scooping it all out again ever so slowly. Pearl gasped and moaned and panted through it all, edging ever closer to orgasm.
Her mistress stopped, “Oh and kitten, you’re not allowed to cum.”
Pearl gasped and whimpered pitifully, looking down at her mistress pleadingly. She only got a cruel smirk and tap of the spoon in return, “Now now, don’t give me that look. I told you you needed to be punished.”
“B-but mistress, I t-thought you already p-punished me...”
“Oh, you mean the set up and the crop? Well, that was punishment for not listening to me. This is punishment for cumming without permission earlier. And if you keep whining I won’t let you cum at all, understand?”
Pearl threw her head back in exasperation, “Y-yes mistress. I understand…”
“Good.”
Her mistress then seemed to make it a mission to make Pearl cum, as she started swirling and dragging the spoon slowly and deliberately. She pushed around the rest of the berries and was spreading the melting whipped cream, making a gooey mess of Pearl’s pussy and thighs, and only occasionally taking a bite. She seemed to be extra determined to find weak spots in Pearl’s thighs, and cruelly teased them when she found them. Pearl was in heavenly hell, her arousal was skyrocketing and she was so.damn.close. ‘N-no..Stay s-strong..must f-follow mistress’s c-commands..’
Pearl got close a couple times, but then she thought about how she would she disobeying her mistress if she let herself tip over. That sent a wave of cold determination through her body, staving off her orgasm for a bit. However, it was taking less and less time for her to reach the edge after, and it was clear she was fighting a losing battle. When she felt she couldn’t take it anymore, her mistress tapped the spoon on her stomach. Pearl lifted her head to look at her, panting, “M-m-mistressss?”
“Well, well, you succeeded kitten. And for that, I think I’ll give you a little reward later. But for now, you still can’t cum.”
Pearl’s jaw dropped, and she almost wanted to cry. ‘Oh by Celestia she is cruel...’
She gasped loudly as the button was pressed again, pushing the plug in and making it vibrate for a full ten seconds before her mistress released it. Thankfully, anal wasn’t a particularly big turn on for Pearl, and so was just barely able to keep from cumming. After a moment, a different serving mare walked up, “Y-you called ma’m?”
“Yes, I am done.”
The mare nodded, “O-okay. I will take her to get cleaned up then. Do you know how to pay?”
“Yes I do, oh, and...”
Pearl didn’t hear the rest of what her mistress was saying, for she had leaned in to whisper to the furiously blushing mare. She saw the mare bite her lip and look at Pearl with a hint of...jealousy? She didn’t get to ponder on it very long though, as her mistress walked away and the mare started to set her free.
“You’re a very lucky slave you know, your mistress has such heavenly plans for you. I’m jealous.”
The mare whispered to her, looking at her with a knowing smirk. Pearl blushed, looking down shyly as she rolled off the frame. “Y-Yeah..”
The mare giggles turned into a moan as her plug started vibrating again. “L-let’s get goo ing so you c-cAN have more fuu n..oh fuck..with your m-mistress.”
Pearl nodded and followed the mare through a set of doors. She found it slightly difficult to walk, the sticky leftovers actually chafing her fur a little bit. She followed the mare into what looked like a Neighponese bathhouse, with seats set in front of mirrors, hoofheld shower heads, and drains set in regular intervals along the floor. The only thing it was missing was a hot spring. It was still wonderfully steamy, and Pearl sighed happily, feeling very relaxed already. “Could you go and lean against the wall for a moment?”
Pearl looked back, confused at the mare before she felt the anal plug get pressed in and vibrate for a second. Pearl yipped in surprise, jumping slightly before she nodded sheepishly. “R-right.”
She went and leaned against the wall, trying to spread her legs wide and relax as to make it easier. She felt the mare grip the plug and slowly pulled on it, until it came out with a small ‘pop’.
“Go ahead and sit at a bench now, I just need to grab some things.”
Pearl carefully walked over to the nearest bench, groaning softly as she sat down. “I wonder why it’s designed like this.” she wondered aloud, looking in the mirror at her reflection.
“It’s because the head chef is descended from Neighpon.”
Pearl shrieked and nearly fell off the bench, barely catching herself on the ledge in front of her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Pearl looked to the mare, who was now carrying a couple towels. “I-it’s ok, I didn’t hear you come back in.”
The mare smiled, grabbing a nearby shower head and turning it on. “I’ve been told many times I’m very quiet. Anyways, in answer to your question, the head chef who started this place, his family is from Neighpon. He even put a few recipes on the menu, but they are mostly for the moderate and expert menus. As far as in here though, he wanted slaves to have a bit of tranquility when coming back here to be cleaned.”
Pearl listened with interest, relaxing even more as the mare sprayed the warm water on her sticky thighs. After her lap was damp, the mare took a towel and gently cleaned the area in and surrounding her pussy. She didn’t completely clean her thighs though, only getting the worst out of her fur there. Pearl was confused, and became even more so when the mare took another towel to start drying. “Um, not to tell you how to do your job or anything...but why aren’t you cleaning me all the way?”
“Normally I would, but your mistress specifically requested I only wash you a little. Like I said, she has big plans for you.”
“Ok...”
Once Pearl was dry enough to stop dripping water everywhere, the mare led her back out front. It was a little easier for Pearl to walk, but that was probably only because her fur was still damp. Once it dried again, it would chafe and be unpleasant. ‘Maybe mistress wants to take a bath with me.’
When Pearl reached her mistress, a regular leash was clipped on her collar. “Come along kitten, I’ve got something special planned.”
Pearl nodded and sighed quietly, she really enjoyed herself but she kinda wanted to get home and take a proper bath. She decided she would see what her mistress had left to be planned; she could always call towertop if she needed to. She followed her mistress quietly, wondering where she might be taking her. ‘I hope we get there before my fur dries again...’
Pearl was starting to get a little peeved, her fur was drying and chafing, making each step a little painful and very awkward. She had to start walking bow-legged, but her mistress didn’t seem to notice her discomfort, and certainly didn’t show any intention of stopping. She was tempted to call the whole thing off when she realized they were heading to the personal apartments part of CTS. “Um, mistress, where are we going?”
“I didn’t tell you? We are heading to my apartment.”
“Oh..”
Intrigued, Pearl decided to tolerate her chafing fur and followed her up a couple flights of stairs, to a door like any other. Her mistress put her pip sub into a depression on the wall. The door opened, and Pearl followed her mistress in.
The apartment was cozy but chic, a comfortable looking bed set against the wall with nightstands on either side, a large collection of soft pillows set in front of a fireplace with a chest to the side, and Pearl could see a little kitchenette and another door, presumably to a bathroom. The color scheme was black and gray with teal accents adding some pops of color throughout.
“W-wow mistress, this is beautiful.”
Her mistress smirked and put her hoof under Pearl’s chin, pulling her into a deep kiss. Pearl moaned softly, the slightly acidic taste of her own juices mixed with the berries and caramel from earlier resulting in a explosion of flavor on her tongue.
Her mistress pulled her closer by the leash, rising onto her hide hooves and forcing Pearl to sit. She pulled away from the kiss and growled softly, leaning under Pearl’s chin to nip at her neck.
Pearl was conflicted, on the one claw, more play. On the other claw, her thighs were starting to actually hurt and she didn’t know if she could handle more. She sighed quietly as she called the safeword to stop, “Towertop.”
Her mistress immediately reacted, taking the leash off and pulling her into a hug in one smooth movement. “Are you okay dear? What’s wrong?”
Pearl sighed again, “Don’t get me wrong mistress, I really enjoyed myself. But my fur is really starting to bug me a bit if I’m being completely honest.”
Her mistress blinked and tilted her head before gasping as she looked down to Pearl’s thighs. “Oh, right of course, sorry about that.”
“It’s fine, really. Um...D-do you think we can take a bath...?”
“Oh, of course! Here, you can put your stuff on the nightstand.”
Her mistress took her mask off, walking over and placing it on the desk next to the bed. Pearl followed her lead, taking her collar, cuffs, and bell off, and placing it by the mask. She followed her across the room, marveling at the surprisingly spacious bathroom once inside. There was a tub big enough for two bodies to fit comfortably and a seperate shower, along with a mirror and good sized vanity. Similar to the room, it was tastefully decorated in white with teal accents. “So, um, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what’s your name? Mine is Snow Quill.”
Pearl blinked in surprise at the question, “Oh, uh, my name is Pearl.”
“Pearl...”
She shuddered at the way her name was practically purred by Snow Quill, sitting down as she turned on the shower. “So, uh, d-did you enjoy tonight?”
“Uh huh, I’ve never been a plate before and I have to admit it was very fun.”
“Good, good, that’s uh, that’s good. Um, so, is there...well, what didn’t you like? And please don’t feel bad you had to call towertop just now.”
Pearl chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck. “I know, I know. And uh, well, walking over here was a little annoying because of my fur chafing, and...well, while I wouldn’t have minded playing more, I would rather enjoy washing off properly.”
Snow sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck and shifted around a bit. “Sorry for not thinking about your fur, I shouldn’t have spread everything around so much...”
Pearl shrugged, “It’s okay, really. That part was okay, and hindsight is 20/20.”
Snow cracked a small smile at Pearl’s wink, sighing. “Well, regardless, as a member of the Foodplay Guild I should have thought farther ahead.”
She bit her lip, looking to the side and rubbing her foreleg nervously. “Sorry for all the questions, I really like to talk about the scene, which well, I guess isn’t necessarily a bad thing but I’m very detail oriented and tend to overthink...a lot... That’s why you don’t see me with a black mask...or collar...Sorry I’m so awkward, it’s not very dommish I know.”
Pearl’s heart broke a little at the sadness in her voice, “Oh...Come here Snow.”
She looked over in surprise as Pearl held her claws out, beckoning her for a hug. She hesitantly walked over, but once Pearl’s arms and wings were around her she collapsed and started to sniffle. After a moment she tried to pull away, “I-I’m sorry. Y-you probably just wanna get h-home. H-here, I’ll let you bathe yourself.”
Pearl didn’t let go, however, instead started to pet her. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna leave you, besides, you’re the one that promised me a little reward, so reward me by bathing together. You can’t be scared of that can you? I mean, you just ate all manner of fruit and stuff out of me.”
Snow laughed, nuzzling her head into Pearl’s chest. “Y-yeah..okay..”
Pearl smiled, and carefully stood up, managing to scoop Snow up in the process. Pearl noticed she seemed so small and vulnerable, similar to how she presented herself as a sub.
“I like the waterfall shower, especially nice for situations like this huh.”
“Y-Yeah, it is.”
Pearl set her down, and then sat down herself in the warm water. “Ahhh, now this is nice. Do you have soap and stuff?”
“Uh huh, I have a couple different scents. There’s rosemary-mint, my personal favorite, vanilla, and tropical fruits.”
“Hmm, that rosemary-mint sounds pretty good.”
Pearl watched with a small smile as Snow leaned out the shower and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Pearl grabbed the body wash and scooted out of the water, squirting some directly on her thighs. She gasped and squirmed a little at the coldness, and went to start massaging it in when a pair of hooves started rubbing it in for her. Pearl smiled even more, leaning back and sighing contently, relaxing even more with the massage. “You’re pretty good at this you know.”
Snow blushed, “Thanks. Can you roll over?”
Pearl nodded, turning around so her lower back could be washed as well. She groaned softly as Snow’s expert hooves gently kneaded and groped her fur, working the body wash in thoroughly. “Ok, let's get you rinsed off.”
Pearl nodded, and scooted back into the water, letting Snow rinse her fur as expertly as she rubbed it in. After she completely rinsed Pearl’s fur, Snow gently opened her wings and started preening them, using a combination of her hooves and mouth.
Pearl moaned softly at the preening, shifting a bit and opening her wings even more to allow better access. Her back leg even thumped a little on the floor, and she was utterly relaxed and undoubtedly happy. It was definitely one of the better aftercare sessions she’d had, and they weren’t even out of the shower yet!
After the preening, Pearl decided to return the favor, and swiped the shampoo and conditioner before Snow could start washing herself. She only smirked at the look of confusion on her face, and pulled her into her lap, where she whispered softly, “Now it’s my turn.”
She felt Snow shudder, and squirted the shampoo onto her mane, gently running her claws through it and massaging her head. She heard soft moans and felt Snow squirm, her heart warming even more. ‘Oh by Celestia she is adorable.’
Pearl repeated the process with her tail, making a soft blush appear on the thestrals face as her moans increased in volume. Pearl noticed a hoof held shower head nearby, and turned a knob which re-directed the water flow. She started to rinse Snow’s mane and tail, falling in love with the soft coos and sounds filling the bathroom.
She was struck by a sudden sadness, realizing that this was probably the only night they’d spend together. ‘Damn...I shouldn’t have had made my contract one night only...I wonder if I’d be able to find her again, the Society is rather large.’
Pearl had been absentmindedly running conditioner in Snow’s mane and tail when a kiss on her cheek from a concerned looking Snow surprised her. “You okay?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry, just...thinking.”
Pearl grabbed the shower head, rinsing her mane and tail quickly. After she was rinsed, Pearl found herself staring intensely into Snow’s eyes. Time itself seemed to stop, and Pearl became acutely aware of everything. The feel of Snow’s fur under her claws, their heartbeats beating in unison, the subtle earthiness of Snow’s natural scent peeking through the shampoo, the slow rise and fall of their chests as they subconsciously attuned themselves to the others body. Pearl wasn’t sure what was happening, and she didn’t particularly want to know. All she knew was she was there, Snow was there, and that was all that mattered.
Their lips met, dancing to an ancient song that hummed through both their bodies. Pearl slowly ran her claws all over Snow, as if trying to memorize each strand of fur and how it laid with the next. Their bodies moved with and against each other, unbridled passion roiling within Pearl like a tsunami. She was certain Snow felt the same way, but at the moment didn’t care for such details. All she cared about was touching her, feeling her, and being with her.
Pearl wasn’t sure how long the moment lasted, but when they eventually parted, Pearl felt like everything made sense. They sat there, panting softly, neither wishing to break the silence with such needless things as words. They embraced each other for a minute longer, riding out every second of whatever that just was.
Snow was the first to move, gently ending the embrace and turning the water off. Pearl followed her as she stepped out of the shower, and accepted the warm towel she was handed.
The silence carried on as they dried off, and stayed even as they made their way out of the bathroom. Pearl went to the cushions in front of the fireplace while Snow went to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Snow came by with a couple of mugs, carefully balanced on a tray on her back. “Hot chocolate?”
Pearl smiled as she accepted the cup, giggling at the mountain of whipped cream rising above it. Snow flicked a switch, turning on the fireplace, and sat down next to her. Pearl pulled her even closer with her wing, and they enjoyed their hot chocolate in front of the fire.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a while before Pearl decided to speak up. “So um, what...what happened in there...”
Snow nodded, blushing softly, “y-yeah...um...I...I don’t know...”
“I, I mean it wasn’t bad... was it?”
“What?! No, it...it wasn’t bad per say...I, I don’t know..”
Pearl turned to face the flustered thestral, blushes apparent on both their faces. They quickly glanced away from each other, and an awkward silence settled over them. Pearl sipped at her hot cocoa and stared into the fire, thoughts whirling through her mind. Eventually, she finished her cup and stood up. “I, well, thank you. Tonight was, tonight was amazing. I um, I gotta get home though, it’s getting a little late and I’ve got...stuff.”
Snow seemed surprised when Pearl stood up, and nodded with an self-conscious laugh, “Oh yeah, stuff. I uh, I got some of that to do too...”
Pearl cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck, shifting around a little before making her way to her the nightstand that held her sub gear. Her breath caught as she saw the red of Snow’s mask against the red of her collar; just another reminder of the chance she’d have of being with her again. She clenched her beak and willed her tears to not fall, turning and nodding her goodbye to Snow. “Night.”
Pearl rushed out the door and down the stairs, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks as she headed towards the front to the locker room she used. She thought she heard Snow’s door open after she rushed out, but didn’t turn back to check.
She got a few looks as she rushed through the now busy Society, practically throwing herself into the locker room. Shakily she placed her pipsub in the slot, opening the locker with a quiet ‘beep’. Tears blurred her vision as she threw her collar and cuffs into the box, stopping for a moment to breathe and gently rearrange them into their indentations.
Her claws stayed on her collar, her wings flared to hide her tears from anyone around her. Pearl sighed, dragging a claw across the generic clocktower padlock. With a heavy heart she closed the lid and grabbed her saddlebags. A quick wipe of her eyes and she quickly closed the locker, stowed her pipsub, and rushed out the doors.
She made her way to the portals to get home, not stopping until a guard at the front gates held a hoof out in front of her. “Ma’m? Are you alright? Do you need us to call a den mother?”
“I...I uh...”
“There’s no need Shield, I’ll take care of her. Thank you.”
Pearl turned at the familiar voice, gulping softly as she saw the pony she really didn’t want to see right now; Ebony Orchid. The unicorn smiled softly at Pearl, nodding at the guard to let them pass through. Ebony nudged Pearl forward, “C’mon Pearl, let’s get you home.”
Pearl whimpered softly and started forward again, much slower this time to stay by Ebony’s side. Ebony was a den mother, and had taken Pearl under her metaphorical wing about a few years ago when she was looking for help. That help mainly being having the confidence to put on a collar. Ebony stayed by Pearls side as they stepped through the portal to Canterlot. It was only when Ebony had escorted Pearl to her apartment door did she say something. “Are you going to be alright Pearl?”
“Y-yeah, I...I’ll be okay...”
“Pearl...”
She shrank at the warning tone in Ebony’s voice. She didn’t like to lie, not that she was necessarily lying, she would be okay...eventually...
She hated the thought of Ebony seeing her cry, and she had a feeling there’d be a lot of crying tonight. Tense moments slipped by as Pearl contemplated her response, until Ebony sighed and made the decision for her. “I’ll let you off easy tonight, but you and I are meeting for coffee in a couple days, alright?”
Pearl nodded and managed a small smile as she hugged her. “You got it. Thanks Ebony.”
“Your welcome, now, don’t even think about being late.”
Pearl giggled softly, “I won’t. See you then.”
It was raining in Canterlot as Pearl ran through the streets, trying to stay under umbrellas and overhangs to stay as dry as possible. She cursed softly as she finally made it to the coffee shop, taking a moment to catch her breath and shake off some of the water before walking in. She was greeted with the smell of roasting beans and sweets being baked and relaxed a bit.
Pearl made her way to the counter, asking for the ‘house special, 5 scoops of sugar.’
It was a code word for society members to be let into the ‘Clocktower Friendly’ room, where she knew Ebony would be waiting for her. The hostess knew her, and she knew the hostess, but this sort of dance was necessary to ensure safety.
After ringing up her order Pearl gave her a clawfull of bits and one special coin. The coin was something given to members and usually kept in the pipsub, inscribed with the clocktower insignia. This was stage 2 of the code word, in case someone really did just want a house special with five scoops of sugar.
The mare took the coin and slyly deposited it in her apron, nodding her off to the side. Pearl moved over, letting the next customer order. When her order was called Pearl took the cup of ‘coffee’ - in actuality just an empty cup that only had a key inside - and went back outside and into the alley next to the building.
Thankfully the alleyway was covered, Pearl’s ear tufts flicking at the sound of rain pounding on the tin overhang. She walked a couple steps down until she saw a door with a faint clockface carved into it, opening the cup and taking the key out. She opened the door and stepped in to the cozy space.
It looked much like the coffee shop she had just been in, the same smells, same food and drink offered, but it offered a safe space for Clocktower related business - without needing to take place in the Society itself.
A stallion behind the counter returned her coin for the key, quickly making her actual order. Pearl smiled at the cup of vanilla chai tea, a beautiful rose designed on top in foam.
“Beautiful as always Toffee, thank you.”
The stallion smiled and nodded near the back. “Ebony is back there.”
Pearl nodded, taking her cup and letting out a deep breath before making her way to the back. Dread hung heavy on her claws and paws as she hesitantly walked, her mind swirling with just why she was meeting with Ebony. She had a wonderful night with someone, but they both wore red. Her contract at the auction was only a single night. There was that moment in the shower. The night of tears and tissues when she got back home.
Pearl put her tongue in her beak as she saw the back of Ebony’s head, taking another moment before forcing herself to the table. “Ah, hello Pearl dear. I was almost afraid you would try and skip this meeting.”
While anyone could hear the teasing in her tone, Pearl recognized the threat in her eyes if she had tried to not come.
She smiled and chuckled nervously, “Heh, you know I would never do that Ebony...”
“...again .”
Ebony raised an eyebrow, pretending not to hear Pearl’s addition. She nodded at the seat opposite her. “Sit.”
Pearl quickly did so, she had seen Ebony angry before, and did not fancy making her upset again. While she was there to comfort and guide Pearl, she had a ‘tough love with no nonsense’ approach.
“So, Pearl, about what happened the other day, care to elaborate?”
Even though it was phrased as a question Pearl knew it was anything but rhetorical. “Uh...well, you see that was the night I was placed in auction…”
Ebony nodded, “Yes, I recall seeing your name on the rosters. Did it not go well? I would think a griffon slave would be a great buy.”
Pearl sighed, looking down at her cup. “That’s the thing…”
She looked up, tears pricking her eyes. “It went amazingly. I was sold to a thestral named Snow Quill and she took me to ‘The Sweet Spot’ and then to her apartment after where we had the most wonderful shower. She washed me and preened my feathers Ebony! It was during that shower that something...something happened. I don’t know what triggered it but I looked in her eyes, and all of a sudden I felt I couldn’t be without her. Ebony, you are going to think I’m crazy...But I think I fell in love.”
Ebony nodded along, a slight smirk spreading across her lips. “I thought that might have been the case. I requested the presence of a special guest for our meeting, I hope you can forgive me.”
Pearl blinked and cocked her head at Ebony. “Huh? Who?”
“Good afternoon ladies, this seat taken?”
Pearl’s wings poofed out, her fur standing on end at the voice. Slowly, she turned her head to confirm that, yes, Princess Cadence was standing right in front of her. Her jaw dropped, much to the amusement of the Princess of Love. “Oh my Ebony, you were right, she is an absolutely adorable griffon!”
Pearl struggled to bring her wings back to her sides and close her beak, watching with wide eyes as Cadence slipped into the seat next to Ebony, embracing her like a close friend. “P...Princ...Princ-ce-cess..”
Cadence giggled and extended a hoof to Pearl. “Please, call me Cadence dear.”
Pearl’s thoughts swirled at an alarming speed, rushing through her mind like a roaring river as she struggled to make sense of what was happening before her.
Her brain decided it was simply too much and Pearl fell forward onto the table, fainting from the overload of information. She vaguely heard the yelps and cries of the mares before darkness overcame her.
~~
“-arl? Pearl? Pearl please wake up darling.”
“H-huh..?”
Pearl slowly opened her eyes, seeing Ebony’s worried gaze. She could feel something warm and fluffy behind her, tilting her head to see Princess Cadence holding her. “Shh, deep breaths dear, deep breaths.”
Pearl nodded, still in a bit of a daze. She closed her eyes again, just relaxing in her comforting hold.
The comforting hold of a princess .
A pony princess.
Pearl’s eyes shot open and she lunged forward, scrambling away from her and rushing out a series of apologies. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry your highness please forgive me!”
She quickly turned and bowed deeply, shaking slightly as her mind screamed at her for how stupid she was. She flinched at feeling a hoof on her shoulder, “It’s okay Pearl, I promise. You may rise.”
She nodded, gulping as she looked up into Cadence’s...kind...and worried...and totally not upset in any way eyes...
Pearl slapped a claw over her face, groaning in embarrassment as a blush spread across her cheeks. “I am so sorry Prin- C-Cadence.”
She smiled and gently nuzzled Pearl, “It’s quite alright my dear, your dear Den Mother should have warned you before hand.”
Pearl blinked as she saw Ebony wince, ears flat against her head as she muttered something. The griffon giggled, it was quite a treat to see Ebony flustered.
“Now then, we have matters to discuss. Pearl, would you like to sit in the booth? I ordered another one of your drinks, the other one...Well...Toffee wasn't too mad about the broken cup, rest assured.”
“Wait, WHAT?!”
~~
A short time later, after many more apologies and flustered explanations, the two mares and hen sat and talked.
Cadence nodded along to Pearl’s story as she recounted what she had already told Ebony earlier, smiling warmly the entire time.
“Well Pearl, what have you heard about me? In and out of the Society.”
“Well, you are the Den Matriarch, in charge of all the Den Mothers. You are also the Princess of Love and help Clocktower West’s Genderwise division.”
“Very correct Pearl. Now, why do you suppose I am here?”
“Because Ebony asked you to be?”
“Well, yes and no. Do you remember the history of the Fire of Devotion?”
Pearl hummed, putting her tongue in her beak and thinking. “The Fire of Devotion helps protect Equestria.”
“Yes it does. Now, what is not so widely known, is that it speaks to us.”
“Wha-huh?”
Cadence and Ebony giggled, looking at each other before looking back at Pearl. “The princess speaks true Pearl. The Fire is so much more than a protective force, it lives and breathes as we do. It senses budding devotion and recruits us Den Mothers to help guide love in its truest form.”
“Huh...Well, I suppose that makes sense. So, what do I do now? How are you going to ‘guide’ me?”
Cadence brought out a copy of The Canterlot Chronicles, opening it and sliding it over to Pearl. She pointed her hoof to a specific section, an advice column, ‘Ask Shimmering Stars’.
~~
Snow Quill sighed as she poked her key at the hole in her apartment door. It was a long, miserable day full of rain and asshole cab drivers and even more rain. She cursed as the key slipped out of her grasp and fell to the ground. She glared down at it, almost as if she wanted to melt it.
But if she melted it she couldn’t get into her apartment, and that would mean talking to her landlord. And paying another fee for a key to be made. And waiting for that key.
In other words, fun, fun, fun.
She swiped the key with her wing and thrusted it into the darned keyhole, sighing in relief at the soft ‘click’ signifying a successful unlocking to her abode.
She threw open the door and walked in, throwing her damp saddlebags to the side and closing the door with a back hoof.
Her ears perked as she saw her magical blower had a scroll in it. She trotted over and pulled out the scroll, a small smile lifting her lips as she was it was a letter to her advice column, ‘Ask Shimmering Stars’.
Her mood significantly improved at the thought of being able to help someone, she brought the scroll to her working desk, turned on her lamp, and laid the letter out.
Dear Shimmering Stars,
A friend told me I should write into you so I am. I am not sure exactly what to write, but I do like your column and would love some advice.
The other night, I met someone. She honestly took my breath away. We enjoyed a marvelous night together and there was this moment, this confusing yet wonderful moment in which I looked in her eyes and felt complete. I probably sound a little crazy writing this, but I swear I fell in love with her right then and there.
This is where I need your advice.
Equestria is a big place, and I don’t know how or if I can find her again. She gave me her name, but I have no idea her work or if she even felt the same way! Please, what should I do?
Snow giggled after reading the letter, her gaze softening and drifting to another piece of paper she had on her desk. She didn’t even remember taking it home, but she supposed she had.
It was a copy of the auction contract she signed when she bought that cute griffon, Pearl.
She sighed as she looked over the letter, laughing bitterly. “Heh, looks like we are in the same boat, ‘confused and in love’.”
Snow thought back to when she was sitting in the auction house...
Snow sighed as the purple on purple mare was brought up. She was an earth pony and while her kink list sounded interesting, she just didn’t interest the bored thestral.
The mare was sold in a decent bid, 15 tallies, to a stallion near the front. Snow let out another sigh. The auction had just started, that mare being the first one brought up, but Snow felt restless. She loved going to auctions, the thrill of not knowing just who would be coming up and the adrenaline rush of winning a bid against someone else sent shivers up and down her spine. But tonight, the excitement just wasn’t there.
She had just turned around to leave when an excited murmur rippled across the room. Snow turned and gasped, a beautiful griffon brought up onto the stage. Her white feathers spottled with black, those beautiful legs that reminded her of a snow leopard...
As Snow listened, she became even more entranced with the hen. She wore a red collar, and the contract was only for one night, but that didn’t matter to Snow. Even one night would be enough. As soon as the auctioneer finished his description there was a flurry of bids, Snow among them. She raised her hoof and fought her way to the front.
“10 Brands!”
Snow whipped her head around to see a medium sized dragon with a cocky grin, easily drowning out the crowd. Even Snow’s voice stuck in her throat, ‘NO! Snow, don’t give up, you can beat him!’
“10 Brands do I hear 11?”
Encouraged by her thoughts Snow cried out, “13 Brands!”
She looked over to the dragon, a slight smirk crossing her lips. The dragon yawned, “16 Brands.”
Snow growled, stomping her hoof. “20 Brands.”
“25 Brands.”
Snow shook slightly as she tried to breathe deeply. She was reaching the end of her savings, but there was something about that griffon, she just HAD to have her.
She glanced up at the auctioneer, feeling all eyes on her. The auctioneer opened his mouth but Snow beat him to it. “30 Brands.”
Snow smiled as she pulled herself from the memory, Pearl had been worth every tally.
The thestral bit her lip and pondered the letter, a niggling thought in the back of her mind begging for attention, meekly crying out that this can’t be a coincidence.
It had to be though, right?
The chances of that griffon feeling the same during...whatever happened in the shower, wanting to seek her out, writing in to her column?
It was ridiculous, nearly impossible even.
No matter how much she said that to herself, her heart and that darned thought just wouldn’t let it rest.
Snow huffed, glaring at the paper that had given her joy just minutes ago. “Okay, say it isn’t a coincidence. How in Tartarus am I supposed to reply? Do I write, ‘oh hey, if this is you Pearl, its me Snow Quill, come meet me at my apartment.’”
Snow groaned and face planted onto her desk. “Okay Snow, think. You know her name, you know she is at least a sub if not a switch. You could send her a message through your pipsub. What if thats too forward though? She was willing to write in to who she thought was a stranger for advice…”
She turned her head and rested it against her desk, in intense thought. Finally, she sat up and nodded determinedly. She picked up her pen and grabbed a paper to respond.
Dear Confused and in love,
It sounds like you had a real connection with that mare, you should definitely try and pursue her! There is no harm in asking after all. Love is a special thing, especially the kind where one night has your heart singing. If you aren’t sure where to start looking for her, trying starting where you met. The journey of a thousand steps starts with one afterall. Hope that helped and I wish you the best of luck in your romantic endeavors.
Satisfied with her response, she rolled it and the original letter up and put it in her magical blower, where it would be printed into the paper tomorrow.
“Now then, to follow my own advice…”
Snow looked over to her saddlebags, where her clocktower badge and pipsub lay stowed within.
~~One week later~~
Pearl nervously looked at the clock in the Teahouse, watching the seconds tick by before tearing her gaze away from it...Only to look at the door, waiting and hoping to see a familiar blue mane.
She was startled by a teapot being set on the table, the maid looking at her in concern. “Are you okay dear?”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine, sorry, just, waiting for someone.”
The maid nodded and curtsied. “Of course, just wave one of us down if you need anything.”
Pearl nodded and watched her trot to another table before turning her attention back to the teapot. She poured herself a cup of the mint tea, sighing happily as she brought it to her beak and sipped at it. “Mmm, perfect.”
She closed her eyes, letting the minty steam rise from her cup and wash over her face.
“Oh my stars above I am so sorry I’m late!”
Pearl opened her eyes to see Snow, flustered and looking a bit unkempt, sit down. “You would not believe the traffic jam I had to sit through. I should have just flown but I was sharing a cab with my boss and you know how that is, especially since my piece on the Garden Party was a bit late, which totally was not my fault but...oh, look at me, rambling about work when you’ve been waiting to see me.”
Snow chuckled and shook her head, reaching for the pot and sniffing it, smiling when she discovered it was mint. She poured herself a cup as Pearl giggled. “It’s okay Snow, really. I get having stressful work, I had to cover for a coworker today at Penny Pincher’s Accounting…”
Pearl shuddered, taking another sip of her tea. “Anyways, we aren’t here to discuss work.”
Snow blushed and nodded. “N-no, no we aren't. I must say I was very relieved you responded to my message. I couldn’t believe I really found you.
“I still can’t believe I wrote a letter to you, about you.”
They both laughed, a comfortable silence settling over them after. It was quickly discovered there wouldn’t need to be any conversation, one look in each other’s eyes enough. They sipped their tea, sharing a nervous giggle and smiles as they both reached for the teapot at the same time, prompting apologies and ‘no, you first’s among more giggles.
Snow sighed happily as Pearl held her hoof across the table, the adorable compromise as Pearl poured them both new cups.
“So, Snow, where do you want to go with this?”
“Well, I would like to...date I think, for a bit. It would probably be a good idea to keep red for a while. Just because we wish to be together outside, doesn't mean we have to be together in here.”
Pearl nodded. “Of course. Though...I think I would still like to play together another time, we never did get around to, how did you phrase it, ‘fully explore a griffons body’?”
Snow blushed at her wink, stammering and looking around. “W-well if, if you really want to..”
Pearl laughed and squeezed her hoof. “You are very cute without your mask you know.”
Snow playfully pouted at her, half threatening to pull her hoof from Pearl’s claw. Pearl smirked, arching an eyebrow, “Now now dear, we both know I have my mask in my bag and you have your collar, should you wish to turn the tables~”
Snow’s face exploded in red, even her ears falling victim to the burning blush. Snow looked to the side, muttering under her breath.
Pearl just smiled and squeezed her hoof more before drinking more of her tea. “Well then, how about we go on a date now? There are plenty of restaurants here that are green areas.”
Snow looked back at Pearl and nodded, her leathery wings fluttering by her side. “S-sure, uh...what do you feel like?”
“Hmm...How do you feel about fish?”
Snow licked her lips and nodded. “Fish sounds amazing, how about ‘The Salty Herring’? I have heard good things about them.”
Pearl nodded, finishing her tea. “Sounds lovely. Well then, shall we go, my lovely lady?”
Snow blushed, standing up and taking Pearl’s offered claw. “Y-you know just because I am part thestral doesn’t mean I am of any noble blood.”
Pearl smiled and rolled her eyes playfully, “I will call you princess if I so wish, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Snow pouted, muttering more under her breath as she walked alongside the laughing griffon.
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,
The clocktower rings,
~~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.”
Epilogue - The Tables Turned
Author's Note
Here it is, the long awaited peek into how Pearl the Griffon doms and how she collared the adorable Snow Quill. Content tags - This chapter will have body piercings (specifically wing gauging) and some ‘extreme’ genital piercings, mistress/slave play, and a roleplayed story. I’ve also started trying to learn Dovactea (Kindlespeak) and have written some dialogue in it. (Don’t worry, there will be translations under the words).
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed it, I’m sorry it took so long to get to this point. Rest assured this won’t be the last time you see Snow and Pearl, and this definitely won’t be my last CTS story.
Epilogue - The Tables Turned
“You sure about this hun? Piercings can be super intense.”
Snow blushed as she looked up at Pearl. The two were in Snow’s Clocktower apartment, cuddling in bed as they discussed Snow’s collaring. “I, I know but...I have always wanted my wings pierced. And if there’s anyone I trust to take care of me with them, it’s you Pearl.”
It was Pearl’s turn to blush, her chest feathers fluffing. “Aww...Okay. So, where do you want to start? Want me to pick you up from the pens?”
Snow bit her lip, squirming out of the hug to her bedside table and taking a scroll out of the drawer. “Well, I was actually hoping we could have a story to it?”
Pearl perked up as she took the scroll and unfurled it, nodding as she read through it. “Hmm, okay, I see, oh~! Uh huh...”
Snow hid her face as Pearl read through it, her exclamations embarrassing her. “Well…?”
Pearl smirked and pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “Yes. This is a wonderful story love, I can’t wait.”
Snow sighed in relief, “Oh good. Do you know a good piercing shop?”
“Why yes, yes I do.”
~That Evening In Clocktower Aerie~
Snow was trembling as she walked behind Pearl, the leering gazes from the crowds in the griffin dominant clocktower site making her feel very much like prey.
It probably didn’t help that she was wearing a frilly maid uniform.
She took a deep breath, going over the story in her head and getting back into character.
She was Snow, a newly acquired hoof maiden to Baroness Pearl of House Evenglow. As with most servants, she wore a red collar in a ‘trial period’, to be however long the noble wished. If Mistress liked her and wished to keep her, she would be collared in black and wear an emblem of her house. Along with the collar came cuffs around each hoof and a bell on her tail. The cuffs matched the collar to help identify her if her collar was not easily visible, and the bell denoted what kind of servant she was.
As well with most nobles with their personal servants, their relationship behind doors was one that would make the public gasp. Though, Snow also knew their particular activities were more debaucherous than simply mingling stations.
She blushed and shook her head slightly, ‘Focus.’
Today, she was accompanying her Mistress while shopping. Mistress even suggested she might buy a gift for Snow, something that made her excited and nervous. She was just a red collar, and her Mistress made no indication of placing black on her…Yet.
Snow glanced up, finding she had gotten lost in thought and was far behind her Mistress. She quickly scrambled forward to be back at her proper place; just behind her with her head lowered subserviently.
Snow tried to keep calm, it didn’t seem Mistress had noticed. She was okay, just needed to pay more attention. Mistress paused to look in a window, Snow flicking her eyes upwards to see it was a piercing shop. Her wings fluttered by her sides, wondering if this might be the ‘gift’ Mistress spoke of.
“Hmm.”
She jumped as Mistress turned to look at her, quickly casting her eyes to the ground. She shivered as Mistress traced a claw along her wing, gently pulling it from her side. “Yes, I think that would work wonderfully.”
“M-Mistress?”
“I think...Six each should work well.”
Mistress released her wing, her claw tracing up her throat and tilting her chin up as she leaned forward, eyes flicking between Snow’s red collar and her gaze. “Hmm, I do think black would look much better than red as well.”
Snow’s eyes widened as Mistress continued. “Do you trust me, little bat?”
Snow was shaking, the question taking her completely off guard. Mistress was good to her. Yes, Snow had to do chores and follow any command issued, but she did not mind. Mistress was kind, and their, ahem, playtimes were also very fun. And now, she was offering to put black on her. Snow smiled and nodded, tears forming, “Yes Mistress.”
Mistress smiled and leaned down, kissing her. Snow’s knees buckled under the gentle kiss, not used to Mistress displaying such attention in public.
As Mistress pulled back she whispered, “Clockface.”
Snow was a blushing mess, nodding dumbly as she registered the safe word. Pearl chuckled, pecking her forehead before wrapping an arm around Snow and leading her to the door.
A bell tinkled softly as they walked into the shop, It’s Just A Little Prick. Inside was a spacious shop, displays full of different jewelry tastefully set in such a way as to not overwhelm anyone coming in. To the left and right were short hallways leading into the various ‘work rooms’. In addition to the traditional displays, there were a few subs hung from the ceiling, showing off various piercings.
Snow blushed even more as she looked around, stepping closer to one mare, her well-groomed coat a lovely burnt orange. She was hung by straps in the ‘box’ position, her hind legs spread to the side with her front hooves curled up, like a puppy wanting belly rubs. This fully exposed her multiple piercings, Snow’s jaw dropping as she counted the silver rings - 16 total!
She had two rings on either side of her pucker, two in her tail dock, four rings on either side of her marehood and one ring in each nipple.
The mare giggled and winked at her, swaying her hips side to side. Snow found herself leaning in, mesmerized by the swaying teats and winking marehood, revealing two other piercings inside the mare. (18!)
A light swat on her rump brought her out of her daze, the flustered thestral turning to her marefriend quickly. Pearl furrowed her eyebrows, pretending to be upset, but Snow knew that sparkle in her eyes too well.
Snow stuck out her tongue playfully and followed her to the counter, where the shop owner was helping a brown pegasus. The pegasus finished his transaction and turned around, letting out a low whistle as he saw Snow.
“Damn, a fine little thestral you’ve got there hen.”
Pearl chuckled and pulled the still blushing Snow closer to her. “Yeah, she is pretty great.”
“I bet she would make a killing as a show pony.”
“Show pony?”
“Yeah, you know, in the annual Clocktower Site Fairs that happen in the fall. Each site has one, but with slightly different events. You can win big brands there.”
Pearl hummed, tapping a claw on her chin. “Really? Now, that certainly is an idea…”
Snow’s blush deepened, quietly muttering to herself as she mulled the idea over. The pegasus chuckled and picked up his bag, nodding to Pearl before heading out.
Pearl nudged Snow forward, the hen behind the counter turning towards them. “Just to be certain, Clockface.”
Pearl bowed her head and nodded.
The griffin bowed her head in return. “You’re my 8’oclock right?”
“Yes. I am Pearl of House Evenglow and this is Snow Quill.”
“Gilda, of House Grimfeather.”
Snow glanced up, looking over the shop owner. She had white feathers, a few hanging over her face with purple tips, and brown fur. She wore purple eyeshadow and had three studs along each eyebrow and a ring in her nostril, a surprising lack of piercings for what Snow had expected.
“So, you made an appointment with my assistant earlier?”
Pearl nodded, holding up her pipsub and nudging Snow to grab hers from her hoof cuff. They placed them in a slot on the counter, Gilda picking up her own pipsub and looking through the information shared.
“Alright, looks like everything is all good. Before we go back there we gotta go over some forms, make sure everything is consensual and you understand the risks.”
Gilda sighed softly, picking up a small packet from under the counter. “Now, this first one includes a sign off from a den mother if the creature receiving the piercing, in this case Snow, is under supervision for potentially dangerous and reckless behavior.”
She slid over the packet and a pen, leaning on the counter and pointing with her claw. “Initial here to indicate you are not currently under Den Mother supervision for possible dangerous and reckless behavior. If you are , turn to the second page and sign. I will require you to see your supervising Den Mother for a signature before we proceed with the process.”
Snow looked over the form, noting it said exactly what Gilda had stated. She grabbed the pen and initialed the first page. Gilda took the form and looked it over before putting it to the side.
Gilda took another deep breath, making sure to clearly state the next bit of legalese. “This next form acknowledges you are not under any coercion of any kind magical or non, and that you are not currently under any mind altering substances, such as but not limited to; alcohol, poison joke, love potions, love poisons, hallucinogens, and prescription medications that can cause drowsiness or lapse in judgment. It requires both of your signatures; Snow signs on the ‘submissive’ line, Pearl on the ‘dominant’ line. Pearl, you sign to acknowledge that you, as the dominant, are not coercing the submissive, Snow.”
Pearl and Snow signed where they had to, waiting as Gilda looked the papers over and set them to the side with the other documents.
“And here’s a general outlining of what happens when you get sensitive areas pierced, the risk of infection if proper care isn’t taken, and an agreement you will not sue or pursue me, my shop, or Clocktower in general for any infection, loss of limb, or death due to your own fault and improper care of the affected areas.”
Gilda put out a CTRL flyer, brushing her claw over it. “At this point I will also give you the option of receiving temporary piercings, which use the amazing phasing and portal technologies of the Clocktower Research Laboratories.”
The hen stuck out her tongue, glancing to the side before putting her claw against her beak and stage whispering, “They make me say that. I mean, come on, temporary piercings? I say if you are going for it you should go all the way... But, no matter my personal feelings, I am legally obligated to give you the option.”
She put the flyer to the side and tapped on the agreement. “Anyways, this form is basically a lease of liabilities covering my tail if things go south. Also initial to indicate if you are receiving real or temporary piercings. Do either of you have any clarifying questions about what I just told you?”
Snow shook her head. “No. We spent some time in a library earlier looking at some of the piercing manuals. I am ready for the actual piercings.”
Gilda sighed in relief and nodded. “It’s always good to have customers who have done a bit of research. Alright then, I’ll just have you two sign on the dotted line and we will be all set.”
Snow shivered in anticipation when she put the pen down, looking at the signatures. She leaned into Pearl as Gilda gathered all the papers, went through them one more time, and filed them beneath the counter. “Alright, here are your pipsubs back. Now, follow me to the room and we can pick up your guy’s scene.”
Gilda lifted a section of the counter and walked through it, closing it behind her and going to the left. A sign above a hallway read ‘Roleplay Rooms’; Snow surmised the other hallway would be where regular, not part of a scene piercings occurred.
They went into the room labeled with a golden ‘3’, inside looking like a typical piercer’s workspace. A padded chair, a mirror, a counter with a sink, and a couple cabinets full of various items. The only thing that would indicate they weren't in an actual shop outside of the Society were the restraints on the chair.
Gilda gestured at the chair before opening a cabinet and pulling out tools. "Now, don’t take this as the ‘last chance’ you have to back out. If I get the first piercing done and you are done, I will stop. We’ve got potions that will repair the hole if you decide at any point, this set of piercings isn’t your thing."
A rolling metal table was pushed next to the chair as Snow sat on it, feeling as nervouscited as a pony could.
"Even if you walk out of here with all of them, you can use the potion effectively up to 24 hours after. You would not be able to try the piercings again until at least three months from now. We've found that's a good amount of time for not only your body to heal, but your mind as well. This is an intense thing to do 'in character'. Now, personally, I do recommend seeing a Den Mother after your scene is complete. Regardless of if we make it all the way or not."
Gilda placed a plastic sheet over the table before placing a couple bowls of alcohol for sanitizing at the corners.
“However, this is the last chance for a bathroom break! These piercings won’t take too long, but I don’t like to stop in the middle. That said, I can’t say you are unable to safeword if you really need to, but it can make it awkward.”
Snow giggled and shook her head. “I understand. I’m good to start.”
Pearl nodded as well and Gilda grinned, clapping her claws together. “Well then, one last look at the general script and we can get started.”
~~
Mistress nuzzled her as they waited for the piercer, Snow staring at her wings. “Mistress, you, you really think this will work?”
Mistress flicked her nose, “You said you trusted me did you not? It will be fine. These piercings will allow for suspension, which means more fun for us.”
Snow squirmed, ashamed for doubting her Mistress. She liked the idea of piercing her wings. She could string jewels or signets that, along with her black collar, would leave no doubt who she belonged to. The idea that she could be suspended by them though, that she could be in the air, bound by silk or rope or chain through holes in her wings...
It was a little unbelievable. But, it wasn’t her job to question and think. Her job was to listen to her Mistress.
The door opened, Snow making to give proper distance between her and Mistress when she was stopped by Mistress’s wing. Snow whined in confusion, “Mistress…”
The other hen chuckled as she came into view, tracing a claw down Snow’s cheek. “I have to admit, she’s a cute one. Not as handsome as mine, but, cute. And a red collar, hmm. I just might have to snag her for myself when she goes up.”
Mistress rolled her eyes and waved the hens' claws away. “I’ll have you know that I have ordered her black to be official tonight. Secondly, my little bat is not just ‘cute’. I think she’s rather handsome myself.”
Snow gulped, shrinking against her Mistress’s side as the hens glared at each other. Finally, the other hen laughed, “Why don’t we agree to disagree, not every bird likes the worm after all.”
Mistress snorted, but broke into a smile. “Nor seeds or grain.”
Snow just sat in confusion. ‘Must be a griffin thing.’
The other hen chuckled as she opened a cabinet and pulled out some bags of silver gauge rings, each bag holding a different size. She opened a couple of the smaller sized bags, “Give me your wing.”
Snow obeyed, stretching her wing out and watching as the hen put a ring on the leather, sizing it. Snow shifted around a little, “D-does it have to be so close to the bone?”
She could feel her Mistress growl softly, a warning, but the hen rolled her eyes with a smile. “It’s alright Pearl, she’s curious, it’s cute.”
Snow blushed, embarrassed and ashamed. This was all so weird, but she shouldn’t be so open and curious, it would make bad habits. But...If this griffin was obliging…
The hen brushed her claw over her wing as she explained, “I put it near the bone because otherwise it won’t hold you up; the leather is strongest here. If you want purely decorative piercings, they go out here, near the edge. You try to suspend yourself out here? That piercing is gonna rip through your wing. I’ve seen it happen and it’s not pretty.”
Snow paled, the image of her wings being ripped up not able to leave her mind. She looked up to her Mistress for comfort and got a nuzzle. “She isn’t telling you that to scare you-“
“Well it’s not the only reason sure.”
Mistress cleared her throat, glaring at the hen before continuing. “She is a professional, she knows what she’s doing. I trust her.”
Snow hesitated before nodding. “Then, so do I Mistress.”
The hen cooed. “Aww, how sweet. Now, Pearl I’ll need you to move back. You,”
Snow gulped as the hen focused her gaze on her. “Lay on your back and spread your wings.”
Snow did so, ears flicking as the hen pulled out wooden boards and laid her wings on it. She jumped as metal bands closed around the base of her wings, the cold shocking her. She watched at the hen pulled out clamps, closing them over the joints so she had to keep her wings open.
Mistress pet her, Snow leaning into her claw happily.
“Alright, I’m gonna wipe your wing with a disinfectant and then a topical anesthetic.”
Snow nodded, looking over and shivering as the cold wipe was applied to her right wing. The hen used her wings to help dry the leather before rubbing a tingling cream just under the wing bones. “Alright, I need to give this a minute to work but then I’ll be starting. Feel free to watch if you want, but the important thing is you stay still. I’ve made sure your wings will be as still as I can, but I need you to keep your hooves from flailing around.”
Snow nodded, pulling her hooves in as much as she could. The hen watched with a smirk, “I do have extra restraints in case you don’t think you can do it.”
Mistress chuckled and moved around to stand in front of Snow. “Oh, I think I can keep her still.”
Snow eeped as Mistress climbed over her, grabbing her hooves and pinning them above her head. She gulped as she laid down, pinning her rear hooves under her warm fur.
Mistress licked and pecked her cheeks and neck, making her forget where she was. She moaned softly, enjoying the attention greatly.
A sudden prick on her wing startled her, a confused whine silenced by Mistress’s lips on hers.
Another prick.
Mistress nibbles on her ear, whispering comfort.
The rest of her wing went much the same, the pricks making her jump and Mistress doing her best to comfort and distract her.
Finally, the hen moved on to her other wing. “Is your pet doing okay?”
Snow could feel Mistress nod, having hid her face in her chest feathers. Mistress let go of her hooves and wrapped her in a tight hug, petting her as the hen prepped her other wing.
“Good girl, just a little more, you are doing so good.”
Snow whimpered and buried her face deeper, sniffling as a couple tears slipped down her face. She could feel the anesthetic on her right wing wearing off, leaving a variety of sore spots.
“Ready?”
Snow flicked her bell once, not wanting to lift her head. “Alright, here we go.”
Like with her other wing, Mistress smothered her with attention and distractions through the piercings. It seemed to take less time as fairly soon Mistress climbed off her and the wing clamps were taken off.
The hen wiped down her wings one more time and dried them before releasing the bands and letting Snow pull them in.
She slowly sat up, gently pulling a wing in front of her and gazing at the piercings. There were six small gauges in each wing, just big enough for a ribbon to pass through. The leather near the piercings was pink and a little irritated, but overall it was better than she was hoping.
The hen cleaned up her tools, “Alright, I’ll give you two a couple minutes. When you are ready, come back up front for payment and you will be good to go.”
Snow sighed happily as she kept looking at her gauges, almost like a foal who just got their cutie mark.
Mistress pecked her forehead, tracing her claw down a wing. “Do you like them?”
Snow nodded, “Yes Mistress, thank you.”
The purr from Mistress’s throat sent her heart fluttering as she leaned into her warm and feathery embrace. She enjoyed the cuddles for a minute before Mistress stood up, “Come now pet, I don’t wish to delay the rest of tonight’s activities any longer.”
Snow blushed as she stood up, fixing and smoothing her skirt and only occasionally wincing in pain as she stretched her wings a little too much.
Mistress went to the door and stood by it, Snow quickly following and standing in proper fashion, quietly following her Mistress out the door and to the front.
The hen up front greeted them with a wave, and once more clockface was called.
Snow practically pranced about, “These gauges are amazing Gilda! Thank you!”
Gilda chuckled and watched her, “Glad you like them. Now come here and I’ll send you some aftercare instructions.”
She winked, “For the piercings.”
Snow shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully before passing over her her pipsub again.
“I’ll send you the instructions but I also want to go over the basics with you,” Gilda explained. “At the end of the day it comes down to keeping them clean and dry. Wetness will be your enemy as it can lead to infection, so after any shower or bath or pool time, you’ll need to make sure you get the area dry. I’ll send a couple product recommendations as well, they aren’t necessary but can make the healing easier and quicker.”
Snow nodded along, “Alright, anything else?”
“Two things - One, take it easy tonight. I know you have a scene planned but don’t go doing suspension play just yet, you gotta wait at least two weeks for that. Two, well, don’t be dumb and keep it secret if things start going bad, see a doctor or come back here.”
Snow wanted to retort, no one could possibly be so idiotic that they wouldn’t seek immediate medical attention after a piercing started looking funky but quickly found it dying on her tongue.
Pearl playfully pouted as she nudged Snow, “Aww darn, guess I’ll just have to tie you up the old fashioned way.”
Snow flushed. “Oh, just pay her so we can be done, I’m sure Gilda is very busy.”
“Actually it’s a slow night, I got all the time in the world~”
The griffons laughed, much to Snow’s chagrin. Mercifully, Pearl brought out her master phaser, a horseshoe shaped device with two dials and a set of prongs that acted like a credit card, and waved it, “How much do we owe?”
“1 brand. I always give discounts to those who don’t make a big fuss.”
Pearl whistled, “Well then, where’s your piggy bank?”
“Gabs!”
A small grey griffin crawled out, a bright red ball gag in her beak and dark markings all over her body. “Try to keep the setting low if that’s alright, she takes pain a little too well and that gag will only muffle so much.”
The griffin grumped at being called out but presented her rump regardless for payment.
Pearl turned a dial to brand, the largest denomination of play money in the society, and the other dial to ‘snuggle-fuck’, a low level on the pleasure/pain scale. She pressed the tongs to the griffon, the hen wiggling and moaning in response as a mark was left on her fur.
Pearl turned the first dial to tally, the smallest denomination of play money, and ‘drew’ three lines alongside the brand.
Gilda grinned, “Thanks for the tip. Unless you need anything else, hope you have a good night.”
“You too Gilda.”
Pearl nudged Snow with a wing and they made their way out the store. “Wanna pick back up here or wait until we get to the dungeon?”
“Hmm, let’s wait. I want to make sure we have everything planned out.”
Pearl chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully, “Of course you do Snow.”
~~
The room was stately, certainly fit for a Baroness with its rich and warm wood tones. A large bed was set against the back wall, soft with dark red sheets. To the left was a crackling fireplace, and the right a large wardrobe.
“Clockface?”
“Clockface.”
The door closed with a gentle click, Mistress pausing before turning towards her. She stepped forward, backing Snow into the door until the bat had no choice but to sit and lean against it.
“Wall, standing.”
Snow nodded and scrambled to her hooves, rearing up and bracing herself against the door as she spread her legs and presented her rump to her Mistress. She stiffened as she felt claws on her neck, the sharp digits moving down and making swift work of the ribbon lacing of her uniform.
Snow shuddered as the dress fell to the floor, completely exposing her. Mistress cooed in her ear, nipping it as she commanded, “Turn over.”
Snow shakily did so, eeping and blushing at the intense and hungry gaze of her Mistress. The hen grinned as her claws danced across her fur, dragging lines through the soft hairs as they finally focused on her flanks.
Mistress squeezed her cutie marks, drawing a soft moan from Snow as she was lifted and pinned against the door. She nuzzled her, a purr rumbling in her chest. “Oh my darling sweet bat…”
Snow’s heart fluttered with her Mistress’s words, wrapping her hooves around her neck to pull herself closer. Mistress pressed her forehead to hers, murmuring more sweet words.
They stayed like that for a moment, attuning to the others' breath and heartbeat. Mistress captured her lips in a sweet kiss before stepping back, using her wings to keep her balance as she walked over to the bed and fell onto it with Snow beneath her.
Mistress growled possessively as she moved to nipping and kissing her neck. “Mine.”
Snow shivered, grasping the sheets as she moaned in reply. “A-all yours Mistress.”
Mistress chuckled, pecking her lips. “That’s right, and soon, you’ll be wearing the collar to prove it. There’s just a couple things left to make sure you are ready~”
“Whatever you want Mistress, I’ll do it.”
“Good girl.”
Snow was rewarded with ear scritches, happily leaning into her claw. Mistress rolled off the bed and opened her wardrobe, the inside holding her collection of kinky toys.
She bit her lip and wiggled in anticipation as she watched her Mistress pick out a spreader bar and vibrator with a velcro strap, casually tossing them on the bed with a roll of body tape.
Mistress also pulled out an ornate box, which she gently set at the end of the bed. Gracefully, she jumped on, barely disturbing the items. She taps on Snow’s shoulder, “Present.”
Snow nodded and carefully rolled onto her hooves, sticking her rump up and flicking her tail over her back. Mistress cooed and firmly pet along her spine as she walked down the bed, making her back arch even higher. “Good girl, all exposed for Mistress.”
The click of the spreader bar made her squirm, Mistress playfully swatting it against her flank before connecting it to her rear cuffs. “Give me your hooves.”
Snow hummed in thought as she debated how best to do so. She flared out her wings in balance, wincing at the few pinches of pain. She placed her chin on the bed, using it to stabilize herself as she pulled her hooves under her and extended them towards Mistress.
With a couple more clinks, the cuffs on her front hooves were connected to the bar as well, leaving her immobile. Snow wiggled, pulling a bit - not to test the bonds, but to get more comfortable. She settled with a happy sigh, ready for whatever Mistress had planned.
She cringed at the ear splitting sound of velcro being pulled, the strap then wrapped around her thigh, securing the remote on the outside, near her cutie mark. She bit her lip as she felt a button pressed and heard the familiar buzzing, anxiously waiting, and waiting...Oh the suspense was killing her, when was - ah! She let out a startled cry as the vibrator traced her mare hood.
She couldn’t help but moan as Mistress guided it up and down her lips, her whole body jerking as it pressed onto her clit. “Mmm...M-Mistre- aahhh~!”
Mistress pulled away the vibrator and climbed over her panting slave, biting her ear and pressing her into the bed. “Yes, keep moaning my musical bat, let Mistress hear you sing your sweet song.”
Snow did so, her shrieking cries and moans filling the room as Mistress teased her with the vibrator. “I-I’m clooose...mmmf...Missstresss.”
The buzzing toy was pulled away, “Good girl, now settle down. If you find words are too hard, ring your bell when you get close again, understood?”
Snow whimpered and nodded. So this was going to be an edging session. The process was hoof bitingly annoying, but the end result made it worth it...If only just.
Mistress knew her body well and began the teasing again without Snow having to say anything. The bat didn’t hold back at all, crying her pleasure to the heavens. As she felt herself reach the edge, she rang her bell.
And thus the cycle continued for what felt like hours. A dark puddle had formed on the sheets and Snow was close to tears when Mistress finally stopped. “Good girl little bat, such a good girl. Just hold out a little longer.”
She whined pitifully, body trembling, but she trusted Mistress. She wouldn’t torture her for too much longer.
Mistress placed the now turned off vibrator against her marehood and taped it there, moving carefully so as to not accidentally trigger her orgasm. Mistress walked up the bed and gently lifted her head, unclasping her red collar and putting it to the side.
Snow shivered as the soft velvet was slid off, looking up at Mistress with a loving smile. Her heart fluttered as she saw the look reflected. Mistress leaned down and kissed her forehead, before sitting down in front of her.
“Unasmea fa veeseah Muudov.”*
Snow licked her lips, nodding as she nuzzled her thighs, peppering the soft white fur with kisses and nibbles. Mistress sighed contently and relaxed, stretching out her legs to either side of her.
Snow made her way across her thighs, edging closer to her flower, tail wagging as she said, “Uud tiousi Hostrisudov.”*
Mistress chuckled and pet her, nudging her closer. Snow took the hint and firmly licked up her lips, moaning. The next pass she parted them, dipping her tongue inside; rewarded with a gasp and moan from Mistress.
She nibbled to either side and planted firm kisses, hitting her weak spots. Mistress bucked her hips, gripping her mane with a claw, growling softly.
Snow got the message; time to stop teasing. She returned to her dripping petals and planted a firm kiss before snaking her tongue out to lick. She dived deep into Mistress’s spasming tunnel, curling her tongue and trying to hit every centimeter that she could.
Mistress held her close, her claw pulling on her mane as she bucked and rolled her hips into her slave’s experienced muzzle.
Snow only grew more enthusiastic, dragging her tongue across a spot she knew all too well. The reaction was immediate, and she grinned smugly as her Mistress squawked and clamped her thighs around her head.
She kept on it, alternating flicks of her tongue with firm licks. She could tell from the increase of juices flooding her muzzle and desperate bucks of her Mistress she was getting close. She shifted down just a little and pulled her tongue back so she could gently nibble her clit.
Mistress shrieked, curling around her as a loud purring growl rumbled in her chest. One of her back paws reached around and pressed the button on the vibrator, making Snow cry out into her Mistress.
Mistress huffed and bit her ear before growling again. “Alhukmea wed ai. ”*
Snow didn’t have to be told twice, lashing her tongue over Mistress’s clit to tip her over the edge. Mistress threw her head back with a roar, though Snow barely heard it as her own, intense orgasm crashed over her.
~~
Snow blinked, groaning softly as she tried to shake her head. Mistress still had her legs around her head, but they weren’t tightly clenched anymore. She smiled and licked her lips, the taste of Mistress heavy on her tongue. She nuzzled her and began to clean her lap, her instincts taking over.
Mistress pet her, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. “Ahh, g-gentle. That’s it, that’s my good girl.”
Snow’s tail wagged at the praise, her mind fuzzy. It was too much to think on what happened to her, so she instead focused on what good slaves do.
“Good job little bat, are you ready for your collar?”
Snow tried to nod, but found her head heavy and body slow to respond. She whined in confusion as Mistress chuckled, pecking her forehead as she got up and walked around to her rear.
It was only when she felt herself being lifted did she realize she had somehow collapsed onto her side, her right hooves still in the air thanks to the spreader bar. Mistress carefully righted her before removing the bar and letting her collapse completely into the bed.
“Can you sit up, Snow?”
The bat blinked. They had agreed that she wouldn't call her by her name throughout the scene. Though, she supposed it made sense, Pearl would want to collar her as herself with Snow the sub. Such a subtle change, yet done without breaking the mood; like asking for a sub to test their bell.
She snorted softly and fought to get her hooves beneath her, a task much easier said than done. Finally, she managed to get her front hooves under her chest and pushed off with all her strength.
She overcompensated and was quickly falling back until she was caught by Pearl’s claws, the griffin chuckling and pulling her into her lap. “Oh you silly bat. My silly bat.”
Snow blushed and nuzzled her soft chest. “My amazing mistress.”
Pearl brought up her new black collar, Snow not sure when she had opened the box and taken it out. She grunted with effort and lifted her head just enough for the collar to be placed around her neck, dangling in the front.
Pearl brought up the heart shaped padlock with her mark, a pair of wings with a pearl necklace circling them. She carefully clasped her collar shut with the padlock and gently kissed Snow.
Bonus Story - A Griffon’s Collar
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Pearl sighed quietly as her office door closed, her last client of the day leaving. She resisted the urge to bang her head against her desk. It was always stressful to explain to new clients that yes, she was qualified, no, she wasn’t embezzling the money and no, she was not a ‘greedy, money loving griffon looking to steal a quick bit.’
Her door opened, the grinning face of a coworker peeking in. “Heeeey, how's the lovely Pearl doing this evening?”
Quick Money laughed as she flipped him off, making his way into her office and leaning over her desk. “Rough client?”
Pearl grumped, her wings ruffling as she glared at him. “What do you think? They walk in expecting to see a pony like you and get a griffon like me...It’s so frustrating, I have to spend most the first appointment proving my credentials before they even tell me what they do for a living.”
Quick shrugged, “Eh what do they know, you have some of the best numbers in the company.”
Pearl sighed and dragged her claws across her face, “I guess…”
Quick rested his hoof on her shoulder, tilting his head with a lopsided grin on his face. “Sounds like you need some fun, now, if only we knew of a place to have some fun…”
Pearl snorted at his waggling eyebrows, flicking his hoof off her shoulder. “I already told ya, I’m a red collar, not looking for a commitment.”
He playfully pouted, “Aww come on, does that mean we can’t mess around?”
He leaned into her ear tuft and whispered, “You can't tell me you already forgot about that triple orgasm I gave you that one night~”
Pearl blushed, her wings twitching at the memory. “T-that was one time and you know it…”
Quick snickered and pecked her cheek. “You know I’m just teasing. I got some special plans for Sunflower tonight anyways. Still, you should go and have some fun, get some of that tension out of you. No one likes a griffon with ruffled feathers.”
Pearl rolled her eyes, getting up and playfully shoving Quick out of her office, much to his amusement. Once her door was closed and she was alone again, Pearl glanced at her saddlebags, sighing.
“Maybe a night out would be good...”
