Lunar Enthrallment

Chapters

Return to the Ruins
Getting Broken In
A Griffon's Toy
Meet the Crew
Aftercare: It's not just for the end
Into the Wastelands pt 1
Into the Wastelands pt 2
A Private Session

Return to the Ruins

A dark blue, unicorn mare stood at the entrance to the Borderlands. Her gaze drifted across the blasted, ruined cityscape on the other side of the passageway as a small shiver ran down her spine. “You can do this. You do not need somepony holding your hoof at all times.” She knew that was right, that she shouldn’t need anypony else with her, yet it did nothing to calm her nerves.

As if Starsong isn’t hiding somewhere just out of sight watching us even now. She shook her head, trying to clear the intrusive thoughts. Despite the brief flare of irritation at knowing she was right about that, the thought did reassure her. Of course it does, a little filly always feels better knowing someone is around to take care of her.

A low growl rumbled deep in Luna’s chest as she clenched her teeth and stomped a hoof on the ground. “Enough!” Her voice barely a whisper, “So what if she is watching? Let her enjoy the show.”

The disguised alicorn’s head snapped up as she stood straighter. Her eyes locked on her first goal of the evening as she marched past the archway that led into the Clocktower Society’s non-consensual play area. Her PipSub’s illusion spell matrix materialized the standard warnings about the zone she was entering in front of her. Luna took the time to reread the summary and make sure nothing had changed, then dismissed the alert.

The mare resisted the urge to prance as she made her way towards the tavern. It had been nearly three weeks since she’d last had a chance to come here, far too long. She pushed aside a brief thought of simply galloping deeper into The Ruins and seeing what happened to her. As fun as that might end up being, she was here for a reason tonight.

She paused with one hoof on the door to the tavern, a carved wooden plaque declaring it to be ‘The Spread Eagle’. “You are Fading Crescent, just another mare, nothing special. Act normally, no shouting, no demands. Just be normal.” After one more deep, steadying breath she pushed the swinging door open and stepped inside.

The interior was very… wooden. Tables, chairs, floor, walls, bar, all were made of what looked like freshly cut wood. The smell of sawdust even permeated the air. The walls were decorated with large paintings of majestic, sweeping landscapes. A lively, upbeat tune came from a large player piano in one corner of the room.

The stallion behind the bar waved a wing, beckoning the newcomer over. Luna nodded and started to make her way through the sparsely filled place. It was several hours before the usual highpoint of activity for the Society but there was still a small hooful of ponies scattered around the tables, all talking quietly or nursing their drinks. The largest cluster was a set of four, one masked, two collared, and one wearing both, playing a game of cards in one corner.

Luna dodged out of the way of a tower maid with a tray of drinks on her back heading for the card players and slid up to the bar, taking a seat on the far end of the two stallions also occupying it, the bartender already waiting for her. “Always nice to see a new face around here. This your first time in the zone?” He gave her a polite smile that his yellow staff mask did nothing to hide.

She returned the smile and shook her head. “Neigh. We have been through here before.” She hoped he didn’t notice the way her hoof pressed harder into the wood as she spoke, “Once.” Memories of her true first time in this zone threatened to rise up to the front of her mind. She quickly quashed them, making sure to keep her smile in place. “But this is my first time in this establishment.”

“Well then, guess you know what you’re gettin’ into well enough. What can I do for ya?” He set an empty glass on the bar in front of the mare. “First drink for lovely ladies like yourself is on the house.”

Luna rolled her eyes and grinned at the stallion. His tone made clear that he was just having some fun rather than trying to proposition her, as if the staff mask he was wearing wasn’t enough evidence. She cocked her head, her ears perking forward as a thought came to mind with what he had said. “And what about the next round? Or those less ‘pretty’? What are they supposed to pay with?”

The barkeep let out an exaggerated sigh while shrugging his wings. “You got me, they’re all on the house. But let a stallion have a bit of fun will ya? Besides, don’t want to get dehydrated running around out there.”

She chuckled and pushed the glass towards him. “That was not a refutation of your offer. What would you recommend?”

He slipped a wing through the glass’ grip and slid it down towards some taps. “Well, we just got in a fresh batch of some honeyed cider that’s pretty good. Of course can’t go wrong with some sarsaparilla either around here.”

“The cider sounds lovely.” Luna leaned back on the stool as the stallion filled up her glass, grinning at how well everything had been going so far as she looked around the room. Now all she had to do was find the pony who she was looking for. The sound of a now full glass being set down in front of her snapped her attention back to the bartender, as good a place to start as any.

She lifted up the mug in her magic and took a small sip, her grin spreading wider across her muzzle at the sweet taste. Setting it down again she leaned closer to the stallion. “Very good, I thank you. Now, perhaps you can help me another way?”

“Well, I can try. What’d you need?”

“I’m looking for some pony. I was told they could be found here.”

“Alright, I know most of the regulars, so might be able to help, what’s their name?”

“I am not sure. I was simply told to come here and ask for somepony that could safely take me to the camp of The Talons.”

The bartender pulled back, a massive smirk on his lips as he chuckled. “Oh? Well now, shouldn't be surprised, Gregor does have impeccable tastes. Guessing the lucky bird caught you last time you were here?”

“Indeed.” Luna nodded, leaning back again, her tail twitching excitedly with how close she as coming to her goal. “So? Is there anypony like that here?”

He turned his head towards the two stallion sitting at the far end of the bar. “Yo! Trots! You got some work to do!”

The further of the two stallions slammed a hoof down on the bar and looked up over his companion. “Celestia’s fiery taint would you stop calling me that! It’s ‘Trotter’!” Luna had to suppress a chuckle at the stallion’s choice of invectives. “ Now what the blazes do ya want!”

The bartender didn’t even try to hide his grin or the amused twitching of his wings. “I’ll stop calling you that when you stop making it so easy for me. But seriously, this fine young mare here is looking to offer herself up to a certain griffon. Thought you might want to get on that.”

Shaking his head, Trotter slid off his stool and headed for the two, looking over the disguised alicorn as he came closer. “Well now, well, well, well. You’re an irritating git, but you’re not wrong.”

Luna blushed as the two stallions stared at her, twisting slightly in her seat to give them a bit better view. “Well? Shall we proceed?”

“I’m ready when you are little lady. If you want to head right into the middle of a camp full of desperate, merciless, amoral stallions eager to use a sweet little mare like you as their personal fuck toy, who am I to stop ya?” He gave her a quick bow as he swept his broad brimmed hat off his head. “Name’s Plains Trotter, and I guess I’ll be your guide through this lawless wasteland of debasement and debauchery.

Luna let out a small, pleased moan as he talked, the slight twitching along her side letting her know that if she had wings in this form, they’d be spreading out right now. “Fading Crescent, and that sounds lovely. Let me just finish my drink and we can be off then.”

She took the mug and drained it in one long, steady pull, tipping her head back fully, letting both stallions watch her throat move as she gulped down the sweet liquid. Slamming the glass back down on the counter with a satisfied sigh she hopped off her barstool, giving the bartender a grateful nod. “Thank you good sir.”

He returned her smile, dipping his head in a quick bow. “It’s what I’m here for. I’d tell you good luck and have fun, but where you’re going… doubt you’ll need much or have any trouble with that.”

Trotter nodded towards the door. “Well then, if yer ready we should head out.” Luna nodded and followed behind him as they left the tavern.

Once back out on the street he pulled a thin leash out of his saddlebag and held up the clip on it. “Just a little thing to let anypony we meet know what’s going on and to not bother going for you.” Luna leaned forward, offering her collar to the earth pony who quickly latched the leash in place. “There we go. Now, how do ya wanna play this?”

The now leashed slave cocked her head, her ears twisting forward. “Pardon? How do we wish to play what?”

“The walk. Want this to just be me showing you were they are. Or want to get into character and make like you’re a fresh caught slave I’m hauling in?”

“I… am not sure.” Luna looked off down the street. Everything was still as ruined and battered as she remembered it, deserted, barren… Being dragged down the streets, begging to be let go, forced towards her fate by an unfeeling, uncaring slaver intent on selling her into a life of unending sexual torment. She let out a small moan, her tail starting to flag to the side at the thought. Yet, something held her back from agreeing to it.

She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath to steady herself. She wanted to go that route, there was no denying that. But giving into what she wanted to do without thought was part of what caused… She shook her head, pushing thoughts of that night away before they could sour her mood. We can do this perfectly fine. We simply need to remain calm and not give into desire so easily with no idea of what will happen.

Opening her eyes she gave the stallion that had been waiting patiently a sheepish grin. “I apologize for the delay. As tempting as the latter offer is, I think it might be better to proceed with the former.”

“Fair enough. No sense overdoin’ things on your first trip. Feel free to ask any questions along the way, but if we run inta anyone let me do the talkin’.” He turned to head down the street, the other end of the leash held loosely in his mouth.

Luna took off after him, keeping herself just a few steps behind, enough to leave a decent amount of slack in the leash. “Thank you. So you are part of Gregor’s.... Camp? Slavers? I am unsure of the proper term here.”

Trotter gave out a small chuckle as he led her around a corner and towards an alley, tracing back along the route Cadance had led her down at the end of their last trip. “Seems like every group has their own idea: Gang, team, slavers, raiders, ‘assorted conglomeration of like minded individuals in pursuit of similar goals pertaining to pseudo-non-consensual sexual activities’, and before you ask, all I gotta say about that last one is why in a windigo’s nutsack does anypony keep letting the Research Lab types name things? But Gregor? He likes ta call them his ‘crew’.”

Luna nodded along, wondering if it was worth asking either Cadance or Starsong for details about that, or if she would regret doing so. “I see, and are you part of this ‘crew’?”

“Nah, I’m what ya might call a ‘free agent’. Hook a right up ahead, we cut down two more alleys and we’ll be right on top of the camp.” He jerked his head towards a very familiar entrance, the large graffiti bearing the mark of The Talons still standing out on the bricks beside it. “Ah mostly just do this. Ah like just spending time in the taverns, talking ta ponies, seeing who all comes through, place has a great atmosphere. When that gets boring I put mah trappin’ skills ta use. Find some lovely little treat to play with, if I catch em, mostly do the same thing I’m doin’ now, just more ‘in character’, selling a new slave ta the highest bidder.”

As he went on, Luna’s attention wandered. Still listening to him, but letting her mind drift as they walked down the alley. She passed the spot where she and Cadance had been forced to the ground and claimed, unable to tell if the patch of ground that looked darker was some leftover stain from the encounter, the remains of some more recent victim, or simply her eyes and mind playing tricks on her.

She didn’t realize she had slowed down till the leash pulled taut, tugging her forward before the stallion leading her stopped and looked back. “You alright darlin’?”

She shook her head clear and moved to catch up. “Yes. My apologies, I was simply… reminiscing.”

“This where he caught ya your last time through?”

“Indeed. Still, many are quick to say dwelling in the past is futile, so lead on good sir.” The stallion moved on once again, though flashing a look over his shoulder on occasion to make sure she was keeping up. Luna thought over what he had said, trying to make sure she hadn’t missed anything important. “So, you say you sell the ones you catch. Is there some form of currency special to the zone that is used, or is bartering done in lashes and brands?”

“A bit of both. There ain’t one single thing, usually I get paid with time with their slaves, but there are other options. Lashes for one, for larger deals slaves themselves can be traded. Though the Raveners seem to be pushing this idea of slave tags being used rather than the slaves themselves. All part of the fun of building a new zone, seeing what ponies come up with.”

“It is quite intriguing. Though new? Also, Raveners?” Luna followed him out of the alley and down another. Lifting her head up, she could catch the faint but growing scent of a larger collection of beings on the breeze.

“Well, always been a non-consensual area here, but was mostly just what they call ‘The Core’ nowadays. The Ruins and Wastelands are a new expansion on it, only bought a year old or so. Based on some game the Lab docs like ta play I think. Raveners are one of the largest of the gangs, pretty much hold the entire center of the zone. And before ya ask, Talons are actually one of the smallest and newest, but they carry a lot of weight. Mostly ‘cause Gregor likes ta go for quality over quantity.” He looked back, his eyes traveling over the unicorn. “Definitely has an eye for quality. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the trip, camp is just two turns ahead.”

He turned back and sped up as he rounded the corner. Moving to keep up, Luna nearly collided into his rump. Looking up from her rather interesting view of the stallion she saw the cause of his stopping. Four ponies and a diamond dog stood in the middle of the road, each one masked and armed, two with the ‘sleeping dart’ tubes she had seen on her last visit, the rest with some manner or other of foam club. Or perhaps some of those were meant to be swords.

Before she could react, Trotter spoke up, Luna recalled his advice and let him handle this. “Well well, speak o’ the demon. Was just tellin Gregor’s newest prize about you lot. An’ before any ah you get any ideas, clockface, this one is off the board. Now then, ain’t it a bit early for a raid?”

The dog stepped up, setting his massive foam club head first on the ground and resting his hands on the haft. “Pony no fun. But least tell pony-toy about best pony-toy owners. Maybe sometime after done with bird-cat she come be Ravener toy.” He looked over to the mare and winked, a grin on his muzzle, before shrugging his shoulders. “Not many pony-toys here yet, know bird-cat go hunt early, leave camp, these ones just borrow some pony-toys. Can this one give to pony to no tell bird-cat about plans?”

Trotter ran a hoof under his muzzle, looking as if he was considering the offer. “Well, can’t say I have any reason ta warn him. No skin off my nose after all. Buuuut, I doubt you could convince his newest little pet to keep quiet. Why not try the Wreckers, I just brought a rather sweet set of twins over to them bout an hour ago. Might be up for grabs.”

The dog let out what Luna thought was an exaggerated sigh. “Very well, This one thank pony for help.” With a nod of his head the group started down the street. “Enjoy time with bird-cat little pony-toy. Maybe Raveners steal you one day.” He gave Luna a toothy grin before turning to lope off after the rest of them.

Luna watched them go till they turned the corner and were lost from sight before turning back to Plains Trotter. “I believe I would be correct in assuming there is an explanation for that?”

“Yup, sometimes when it’s slow, or they’re just feeling like a bit of fun, some of the gangs will send out raiding parties to try and steal slaves from other camps. Good way to let them try out different groups, see what ones they like the best. Not to mention the fighting can be kind of fun.”

Luna nodded as they started walking again, there was so much more to this place than she had thought, she was glad she’d held back on the desire to be treated like a slave and had the chance to start learning more about it.

“Now then little darling, looks like we’re here.” He turned one final corner and gave a light tug on the leash.

Stepping around him, Luna stopped, taking in the sight. The gap between the buildings opened up into a wide town square. One side of it was cordoned off by caution tape, the buildings obscured behind scaffolding and tarps that were in far too good a condition to be a normal part of the zone. Across the plaza from that was a large, fenced in area, a few rudimentary defensive fortifications forming a wide arc around it. She could see two or three ponies moving around inside the cage, a few more milling around outside of it.

The arc of defensive structures encased two buildings, a large, squat warehouse and the crumbling but mostly intact apartment building next to it. The door to the building was painted a very bright green that stood out even from the distance she was at.

“Hey! Gregor! Hold up, I got a present for ya!” Trotter’s shout drew Luna’s attention away from examining the camp even as it made her ears pin themselves against her skull.

Following where the stallion was looking, she saw the griffon and two ponies near one of the other exits from the square, Gregor in the process of turning towards the shout. As he saw who was waiting he leaped towards the two, gliding half the distance on that first bound before quickly closing the gap, looking like someone trying to hurry, without wanting to appear to be doing so.

He looked over the leashed mare quickly, a wide grin on his beak. “You finally decided to come by. It’s good to see you again!” He held open a wing and raised a foreleg in a clear invitation for a hug.

“I could say the same. I do apologize that it has taken so long to accept your offer…” She shook her head as she trailed off, stepping into the offered embrace. As his wing and arm closed tight around her she found herself wanting to simply melt into it. So strong, powerful, and yet so gentle. She had to fight not to drop to her knees and offer herself up as his slave right there and then, beg him to use her and make her his toy. Fear of committing some form of social faux pas in doing so was all that managed to keep her on her hooves, though she could feel a damp heat growing between her legs even as her breathing started to speed up.

As they stepped back out of their hug, the griffon’s smile was even wider, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Seems somepony is eager to get back to where we left off.” He winked at her before turning towards Trotter. “Quite the prize this time my friend.” He took the leash from the earth pony and waved a wing towards the encampment. “Please, help yourself for as long as you want tonight. Pickings might be a bit slim right now, but should be more coming in soon.”

“Much obliged.” He tipped his hat towards the two. “You enjoy yourself little darling.” Before Luna could reply he had turned and began trotting towards the warehouse.

“So, what to do, what to do, what to do with our newest guest.” Gregor wrapped the leash around his claw a few times to shorten it.

Luna finally gave in, dropping her head and letting her back sag. She looked up at him and gave him a quick, almost grateful hint of a smile. “Whatever my master wishes.”

The griffon ran a claw along her chin before cupping it and lifting it up to look at him. “Master? Already acting like a good little broken slave are we?”

She held his gaze for a few seconds before shifting her eyes away, but making no effort to pull herself out of his grasp. Was I too eager? Was I supposed to wait for his lead to start? You should have waited longer, Luna. She twitched back away from his claw as her tail nervously swished behind her. “I apologize if I was being too forward.”

He stepped closer to her, one wing stretching around to allow his primary feathers to gently stroke down her neck. “Relax, it’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t exactly fault you for being eager, but there’s also no need to rush things. It’s still early after all.”

She nodded her agreement while trying to focus on taking slow, deep breaths. Even if he forgave her, she still knew she had made a mistake somewhere.

“Okay now, why don’t we start over? And to begin with, clockface.” As he spoke he took off his mask, slipping it under one of his wings to hang on the harness holding his whip. “There, now that the ambiguity is out of the way, I really am glad you decided to come by.”

The mare straightened up, relief and irritation rolling back and forth in her head. She was glad to know exactly where they stood at the moment and how she should be acting, yet at the same time… “Thank you, I am sorry it took so long. However, I did not come here to be coddled.”

She held up a hoof as he started to speak then jerked her head back towards the signs of construction across the plaza. “I would assume those are the aftercare rooms you spoke to Mi-” she quickly cleared her throat, hoping to pass off the slip of the tongue as being simply a catch in her voice, “-my companion about. Which means you have almost certainly spoken to Starsong, and I find it hard to believe that at no point did she bring me up. I do not care what she said, I am not some weak little filly that needs to be kept safe and secure and is unable to do anything on her own”

“If I could get a word in edgewise?” Luna closed her mouth and took a step back, incling her head for Gregor to continue. “Yes, Den Mother Starsong did mention you briefly, but at no point did she ever even suggest I should go easy on you for any reason. In fact, she made clear that she thought it would be a good thing for me to push you a bit, and without even a single veiled threat about keeping you safe. I’m not sure if I should be honored or insulted about that.”

Luna felt her teeth grinding together as her jaw clenched. Foalish, so foalish. Assuming the worst of those around you, and you wonder why ponies might think you need a keeper. She wrenched her mouth open and took a ragged breath before sinking into a deep bow. “Please, forgive me. That was unfair of me to level such accusations. I… I should just go.”

The wing still tracing down her neck gripped a bit tighter as she started to turn away. “Hold on a moment. First, apology accepted, second, none was needed in the first place. I can read between the lines here. It’s clear you have some things you are working through, and I’m not going to hold a bit of nerves against anyone, especially not around here. Third, if you really want to go I’m not going to stop you, won’t even insist on sending an escort unless you want one, but if you just think you need to go because you offended me, or did something wrong, you don’t and you didn’t.”

“Very well.” What did she want? She looked back to the camp, there wasn’t much to it, but she suspected the more interesting parts were inside one of the buildings. Her last time had been so wonderful, so liberating, the thought of what else might be able to happen with an entire slave camp ready to break and use her made her shudder in anticipation. Yes, she wanted this. “I would like to stay then. Again I apologize for, I believe ‘being overdramatic’ is the appropriate term.”

“Again accepted.” He pulled his wing back and gave her a warm grin.

The unicorn returned his smile as she let out a soft sigh of relief that things had not gotten out of hoof. “So, where should we begin?”

“Well, since we really don’t have any need to rush, unless you have something pressing later you need to leave for…” Gregor trailed off, giving her a questioning look.

Luna shook her head. “Neigh, I made sure that I would have all night free for this.”

“In that case why don’t we hold off on getting in character a bit longer, give you time to relax a little and get used to things while I give you a tour? After that we can see if anything perks your ears up to try first.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” She reached a hoof up to her neck. “Should I remove my collar then?”

The griffon shook his head. “Not unless you want to. Long as you’re with me and I have my mask off, everyone else should get the hint. Now if you’ll just give me a moment to take care of some business.”

Gregor turned around, back towards the two ponies he’d been with when Trotter had called him over. “Wood! I’m going to sit this one out! Grab Streaker to handle air support and take the hunting party out!”

The earth pony snapped a quick salute before looking over to Luna and waving. The mare returned the gesture with a smile, slightly disappointed the stallion was leaving the camp. Still, perhaps he’d be back later.

That done, Gregor turned back to her and inclined his head towards the camp. “Shall we?”

Luna nodded and began walking towards the barriers surrounding the camp, staying a half step behind Gregor, who still kept a loose hold on her leash. Even if they were out of character at the moment she still felt a slight bit of reassurance at that.

“I take it your companion has been busy as well? As overjoyed as I am to see you again, the two of you did make quite the adorable pair of slaves.” His tone was curious but polite.

The unicorn stomped a hoof a bit harder onto the ground then she meant to before recovering from the unexpected question. There had been no hint of rebuke, no reason to suspect she was being seen as a second choice prize over Cadance. She quickly fought to reassure herself of that before anything else crossed her mind. “Yes, she sends her regards but could not attend, nor am I sure when or if she will be able to in the near future.”

“Perfectly understandable.” His reply was quick, sounding conciliatory, almost apologetic. “I would assume a hoofmaiden to a princess whose wedding is a week away would be quite busy.”

Luna paused in mid stride, Gregor halting the moment the sound of her hoofsteps ceased, well before pulling the leash taunt. “And have you been checking on us? I do not believe either of us revealed such a detail last time.”

The griffon’s eyes flashed momentarily with an emotion Luna couldn’t quite identify before he winked at her. “No, but as I said, I can read between the lines. It seemed the most likely option.” He jerked his head back towards their destination as he started to walk again.

“As you can see, not a particularly large camp, but steadily expanding.” He pointed a wing to the ongoing construction. “And you were right, that’s where they are installing the new aftercare rooms. I had been planning on getting one of the other buildings nearby fixed up soon, but probably not till they are done with their work on that.”

She dutifully nodded, unsure of what to say to this, though still excited to learn more.

Gregor flashed her a grin as they passed between two piles of rubble topped with crude, wooden platforms that served as the outer perimeter. “Feel free to tell me if I get rambling on too much. I may take a lot of pride in what we’ve built here, but that’s no excuse to drone on and on till you’re bored. You are here for fun after all.”

The leashed mare pranced slightly as they passed into the actual camp. She returned his grin, playfully swatting his rump with her tail. “‘Tis not boring in the least. I am most eager to learn about your camp. As you said ‘we have all night’.” She paused for a moment to think things over before continuing. “Though, I would be grateful if you did not keep us waiting too long for the ‘fun’.”

“Message received. I’ll try to keep it brief.” He waved a wing to the two stallions patrolling the ramps and platforms, ending by pointing it towards the cage in the middle of the area. “That’s the first of our cages, the one out here is for slaves that are up for playing in a bit of a contest some of the crews have of raiding each other.”

The cage was about five lengths long and three lengths wide, with three mares inside, none looking or acting like captured, desperate ponies forced to be here. One was sitting near the edge of the cage appearing slightly bored, another was splayed out on a mat and looked to be sleeping, the third… Luna paused, leaning in to get a better view, only to verify that yes, she was working on a crossword puzzle. “It appears to be a rather gripping place to spend time. Oh, and that reminds me, we encountered a band that appeared to be preparing to raid here soon on the way. Plains Trotter sent them after another camp that they could still surprise, surmising I would warn you of the pending strike.”

“Really? Damn, been a while since we had a good raid.” He flashed his prize a quick grin while guiding her around the cage and towards the warehouse. “But can’t say I’m too disappointed, wouldn’t want something like that pulling me away from something much more important.” The tip of his tail slid under her chin then back down her cheek and neck.

“And true, not the most gripping spot in the camp, but it’s more a place for mares to rest without sitting in a safe room and still being open to some fun if somepony wants. Sometimes victims that have been wandering around without getting caught will just stay at a place like this hoping to get caught in a raid. And do keep in mind it’s still rather early.”

“Fair enough I suppose, but I don’t think I can foresee myself wishing to spend much time out here.” She shot the caged mares a look over her shoulder as they passed, shaking her head at the oddity of coming all the way out here simply to wait around like that.

“Can’t say I either blame you, nor am I disappointed to hear that.” Gregor stretched out his wing towards the larger apartment looking building. “Now over there, as you probably overhead last time, we have the lower floor of that building set up as an unofficial Green Zone. Same rules as any other, anytime you do need a bit of a rest, feel free to use them. It’s also got a decently stocked pantry if you need something to eat” His wing shifted upwards along the structure. “The upper two floors are open for play. They are generally used for more private sessions.”

Luna nodded along, she had heard about this already but was still impressed by the griffon’s forethought and concern in setting up such a resting place near his camp. Darting a bit further ahead of her, Gregor pushed open a metal door in at the edge of the warehouse, his free claw waving her through. “And in here is our main… let’s say ‘playroom’.”

The smell she’d been detecting for some time was much stronger inside. The same mixed reek of sweat and fluids that pervaded so many of the in use gathering areas of the society, though this time undiluted by purifier charms. It wasn’t overpowering and she had no doubt she’d get used to it quickly, but the amalgam of raw musk and mare essence made her shiver in anticipation.

Gregor stepped up next to her, giving her a moment to take in the sights. The inside of the building was exactly what the outside hinted at, a large, abandoned warehouse. Whatever cargo or goods had been stored here long since rotted away or been taken, leaving naught but stone and metal walls, floors, and pillars that had now been filled with an eclectic collection of items that would look massively out of place anywhere but the Clocktower Society.

The center of the nearest long wall was covered in peg-boarding that supported a wide assortment of tools of both pain and pleasure. Whips, crops, flogs, switches, dildos, vibrators, muzzles, gags, and so much more hung waiting for use. Across the warehouse from that was another fenced in area, this one with half a dozen slave-mares inside of it.

“It may be small, but I like to hope we’re prepared for just about anything.” His talons darted out, pointing to the nearest corner where dozens of thick straps dangled from the ceiling on mobile tracks. “Hanging restraint play area.” His claw darted to a wide circle made out of sandbags near the cage. “That is a bit of a makeshift gladiator pit for having the slaves fight each other. Well, ‘fight’ in a very loose meaning of the word. Maybe ‘entertain us’ would be better.” He let out a low chuckle.

Luna followed wherever he pointed, most spots obvious what they were meant for just by how they were set up. The gladiator pit piqued her attention as she tried to come up with just what she might end up being forced to do inside of it. What kinds of contest she could engage in to prove her worth. She had lost track of what Gregor was saying till the words ‘breeding stall’ caused her to whip her head to see what he was talking about.

Several wooden stalls were set up on the far side, the shape, structure, and purpose unmistakable to anyone who had spent time in any of the marecow stalls. Luna stared at them, picturing herself led inside of one, her legs roped to the edges and forced apart. Her muzzle pressed down into the trough filled with semen mixed with whatever her captures choose to send her into a false heat. Being forced to drink it, feeling her marehood getting warmer, damper, a dull ache growing deep inside of her. Left there, primed and ready to be mounted over, and over, and over, every stallion eagerly trying to turn her into their personal brood-slut as they pumped wave after wave of thick, hot, potent seed into her fertile womb…

She had completely ceased listening to Gregor, not even noticing when the griffon stopped talking. It was only when he tapped a talon lightly on her shoulder that she shook herself out of her fantasy and grinned sheepishly at him, the way his beak twitched she was sure he was smelling the arousal she could feel dripping down her hind legs.

“Well, I think this is a sign to wrap things up. And I think we found someplace you’d like to start.” He tightened his hold on her leash, a hungry gleam coming to his eyes and his wings rustling slightly at his sides as he looked her over.

“I… do believe so. If you wish to.” Her own voice was distant, distracted, her eyes constantly drifting back towards the stalls.

“I had you pegged for a breeding fetish, you definitely seemed to like that idea last time. But if you can wait just a bit longer, there is one more thing, well one pony, I’d like to introduce you to before we start.” He nodded his head deeper into the warehouse, but not in the direction of the stalls.

Luna’s hind hooves tapped out a quick, staccato burst of sound as they danced on the floor but she forced herself to take control again, to keep herself in check. She nodded to Gregor and moved to follow him. “If you wish, but please, do not take too long.”

“Oh, I won’t.” His voice was deeper, breatheir then before, a quick glance down revealing rather unmistakable evidence that he was getting as excited as she was about moving on. He jerked his head at the glassed in overhang near the back. “Up there is my private office, if you ever need to speak to me about something. If I’m not in, you can leave a note on the desk if you want.”

He led her around pillories, hitching posts, wooden racks, each form of restraining device they passed only making the growing heat between her legs all the worse.They passed a few masked ponies who nodded or waved to them but otherwise left them alone. While threading their way through the place she started to hear a rhythmic creaking sound accompanied by a muffled moaning.

“Now, if I’m right.” He lifted his head and sniffed, “She should be just ahead. If I’m not around at all and it’s something important, Wood and Berry are the ponies to take things to. You’ve already met Wood, and Berry…” He rounded a short stone wall that held up the corner of his office structure. “... Is having some fun that I hope we aren’t interrupting too badly.”

On the other side of the barrier was a small alcove with a single restraint rack in it, this one designed to hold a pony upside down and spread legged from the frame. Bound inside of it was a red earth pony mare. A piebald pegasus stallion was standing over her, the positioning of the frame letting Luna get a clear view of his cock as it plunged into the bound mare.

Her thoughts of the breeding stall awaiting her tapered off as she tried to make out just what she was seeing and who was in control. The mare was clearly bound and wearing a collar, but she was stretching the ties to their limit to wrap her hind legs around the masked stallion’s hips and seemed to be the one controlling the pace. She used the leverage to hammer herself onto his shaft over and over, the stallion’s hips barely moving compared to hers.

Her forelegs were also straining the fabric of her bonds as she was pulling his head down for a kiss. Her eyes were closed, but her ears twitched as Gregor spoke. A few moments later she opened them and let go of the stallion, who pulled back and took a few gasping breaths. “Depends, you going to stick around for round two, or still tender from the last time. And aren’t you supposed to be out finding some fresh fuck-meat?”

Gregor’s wing wrapped around his chest, feathers rubbing gingerly over his side. “No, to both the first questions. As to the second,” He motioned Luna to come closer as she realized she was standing in a blind spot for the mare. She dutifully took a step to the side, still trying to work out exactly what was going on, as the mare hadn't stopped savagely impaling herself on the pegasus as she talked. “We had an unexpected delivery as I was about to leave.”

The mare that Luna presumed was ‘Berry’ looked her over, a pleased smirk on her muzzle that was broken only by the occasional gasp as she continued her fun with the stallion that was looking more and more like he was holding on for dear life. Her eyes suddenly went wide as she stopped rocking in her restraints. “Oh.. ohhh is this-”

“Fading Crescent. Yes. It is.” Gregor’s reply came quick, cutting the mare off.

“Ohhhh, yeeeeeees I’ve been looking forward to this!” She tapped the stallion on the chest and started squirming in the rigging. “Hey, budge off a bit Flame.”

Luna heard the stallion mutter ‘seriously?’ under his breath as he backed off, her eyes drifting to his mare-cum covered cock as he pulled out of Berry.

The red mare quickly popped her restraints open, rolling onto her hooves with a directness that couldn’t be called poised or graceful, but was effective nonetheless. She moved right up to the leashed slave, looking her over like a piece of produce as she ran a hoof down her neck and sides. “Ohhh, even better than you said. Ohhh yes, this one is going to be fun!”

She turned towards the griffon with a huge grin spread across her muzzle. “Ohhhhh yes. Breaking room two?”

Gregor sighed and pinched his beak between two talons while shaking his head. “We already had something else planned, and I don’t think she’ll need much breaking in. I just wanted her to know who you were before we got started.”

“Oh come on! You never bring the feisty ones back unbroken.” She stomped a hoof on the stone floor. “It’s been ages since I’ve gotten to help break in a new slave, especially one like this!”

“Berry, it’s been a week and a half, two weeks tops, and this isn’t up to me.” Luna watched the exchange between the two, ocasinaly stealing a glance at the piebald stallion who was standing off to the side looking frustrated. She was lost on any response to make, they clearly had their own dynamic that she had no idea how to respond to.

Even as his gestures made him seem exasperated Gregor’s tone remained light, even amused sounding. While Berry’s voice lacked any hints of a strident whine, or complaining tone. Her voice was deep, almost husky.

Luna jumped back as the mare whirled on her, Berry’s cream striped, green tail nearly smacking the unicorn in the face. “True, it’s hers.” Berry stepped close, nearly nose to nose with the slave. “I know the big, strong griffon went and got you addicted to being his willing little fuck toy already, but it’s been weeks since then, wouldn’t it be more fun to be reminded of that first? Get the full experience of becoming a broken little slave?”

Luna was taken aback, the invasion of her space was so abrupt and so blatant she had no idea how to react. Yet, she found herself giving the idea serious consideration. It might be better to start fresh, to use it as a chance to get back into character, to give her time to fully embrace her role. Even without the memories of last weekend having been spent being ‘broken in’ as a toy for two soon to be newlyweds use making her tail flag and a fresh burst of heat to form between her legs.

Before she could respond, Berry leaned in, now nose to nose, both muzzle scrunching up from the contact. “Just think about it; you, tied down, helpless while I work you over. Make you moan, scream, gasp, beg as I teach you what you truly are now.” Her voice had dropped to a luscious moan, her breath filling Luna’s nose with the faint scent of strawberries.

A red hoof began lightly stroking down Luna’s mane as Berry slid her muzzle up to now whisper lustily into her ear. “All the while Gregor is sitting there, watching, making sure you see how big, and thick, and hard and throbbing his cock is. Taunting you, showing you what your future is. ‘Till finally, when you can’t take it anymore, you’ll beg for him to take you, to claim you. Beg to be made nothing but a slutty, needy, little cock-sleeve. Admit that all you will ever be good for, all you are ever meant to be.”

Luna’s hind legs gave out, her rump slamming onto the ground with a wet sounding thud. She let out a long, low, shuddering moan as Berry pulled away, a smug looking grin on her muzzle while she turned to Gregor. “I think that’s a yes.”

The griffon looked over at the blushing, panting mare on the floor. “Fading?”

The unicorn looked up at her name, quickly nodding her agreement.

“Alright then.” The grin on Gregor’s beak nearly matched the one on Berry’s muzzle. “You want to go get the room set up? We’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Berry pumped a hoof in the air and shouted, “Yes!” Only to stumble forward half a step as the stallion that had been waiting around the whole time cleared his throat.

“I take it that’s a clockface on us?” He sounded slightly annoyed, but not overly so.

“Oh, right, sorry.” There was the slightest hint of Berry’s already red cheeks turning just the slightest bit darker. “You could use one of the other slaves if you need to finish up. Or, OH, to make up for it, you’ll get first go at our next toy once we're done and we drag her out to show off what a good little cock-sheath she’s become.”

That caused Luna’s eyes to go wide as she looked up at the mare, a shiver running along her spine. She was certainly liking how this mare thought.

The piebald stallion nodded and Berry was soon rushing off, Gregor shouting after her “And don’t forget to put your mask back on this time!” That done he turned to Flame. “You knew what you were getting into trying to play dom for her.”

“Yeah, still, was worth a try.” The pegasus shrugged before giving Luna a lecherous leer. “I’m going to be very, very eager for her to be done with you.” He then turned and headed off in a different direction then Berry had run off.

Now alone again, Gregor moved back close to Luna, helping her up to her hooves. “And that, was Strawberry Cream.”

Leaning on him for support she chuckled. “She is… intense.”

“Oh my yes. How best to describe our Berry? You know how there are some creatures in the Society that use the chance of being here to become someone different? Who throw themselves into the roles, totally change who they are to the point they seem to be a completely different pony while they are here?”

Luna took a few seconds to work over what he said, looking him over suspiciously while working out just how to respond. “Aye… I am aware of such things. They are not exactly uncommon.”

Gregor nodded, taking up the leash and starting to head off in the same direction Berry had taken. “Well, Berry is on the opposite end of that extreme. Sub, dom, slave, slave breaker, or not in character at all, I have never seen her personality change to fit what she’s doing. But she is always having fun doing it. She’s intense, but… well you’ll see.”

He turned back to the leashed mare, a wistful look on his face for a brief moment before he reached under his wing and pulled out his mask. “Now then, are you ready to start your new life as my slave?”

Luna took the mask from his claws with her magic, gently settling it onto his face. “Indeed, very, very much so.”

Getting Broken In

Luna was led down a small, dimly lit stairwell to a long, bare corridor. The usual arcane lighting panels were replaced here by enchanted torches lining the walls. The flickering lights made the shadows dance and sway as her master guided her onwards.

The moment she had placed the mask on Gregor’s face his entire demeanor had shifted; his warm, calming grin becoming a self-satisfied smirk; his eyes gaining a cold, predatory glint to them; his motions growing more fluid, each leg stepping in front of the other like a feline on the prowl; his entire posture altering to one of a being in complete control of his surroundings.

For her part, Luna worked to slip into her own role. She avoided taking the ‘proper’ submissive position as she followed behind him, as hard as it was not to simply give in and submit to his clear dominance. She was meant to be a freshly caught victim, resistant, not yet broken. The foreboding passage and the sound of his claws scraping on the rough stone of the hallway helping her get in the right mindset of fear and uncertainty.

By the time they stopped in front of a plain metal door she was ready, or at least as ready as she thought she could be. His tail curled around her neck, the tuft on the end brushing over her cheek as he looked back at her, one talon gripping the latch for the door. He smirked at her, his eyes glinting in the torchlight before his expression softened. “You ready? Once we go in, the fun starts.”

She nodded and took a step closer to him. “Verily. Let us not keep Miss Berry waiting.”

He flashed her a grin that quickly morphed into a haughty smirk as he pushed open the door and gave her leash a hard tug, forcing her to follow him inside. “Then get in here slut, it’s time you learned just what your place is now.”

She staggered through the doorway, the bright light inside making her blink a few times before she could get a clear view. While her eyes adjusted she shook her head, pulling back on the force tugging her forward. “Do your worst you lecherous cur! We will never yield to such vile scum as you!”

“Ohhhh, brought me a feisty one this time. I like it!” She heard Berry exclaim, the mare quickly moving up close to her newest prize as Gregor slammed the heavy door behind them. She had changed quickly, her collar replaced by a red and black mask with numerous orange markings shaped like various fruits spread across it. Her long, green and cream mane was done up in a heavy, if hastily done looking, bun at the back of her head. Her legs were now covered in heavy latex boots that went up to just over her hocks and knees while she had a matching piece that looked half vest and half corset wrapped around her barrel. Several interesting looking tools dangled from holders on the garments, the long, slender switch and heavy flog being the ones to immediately draw Luna’s attention.

“I do know how much you enjoy the fun of breaking in these new sluts.” Gregor gave her leash another firm tug as he led her further into the room. “And it is always a joy to watch you work.”

Luna obeyed the direction, not quite willing to do her best to escape. Being a rebellious, confrontational slave in need of being broken was one thing, but she wasn’t exactly eager for an actual battle over it. Instead she kept the leash taut, pulled back against the tug just enough to make clear force was needed, but not enough to actually free herself.

She took the chance to take a quick look around the cell she was in, finding much what she expected. One wall was lined with tools and toys, as well as cabinets promising to hold even more, the rest of the room was bare stone, save for the hooks, pins, loops, and other restraint attachment points driven into the walls and floor. The far wall had a number of machines stacked against it, all quite clearly meant to deliver some form of pleasure or pain.

She was pulled out of her examinations by a latex clad hoof running down her side. Berry had moved right next to her, openly ogling the new slave as she ran a hoof down her withers, tracing a path along her back, sliding across her haunch and stopping at her rump, giving her rear a firm squeeze. “Ohhhh yes, definitely liking this one.”

Luna froze for a moment, should she fight back? Pull away? If this wasn’t what it was, she would buck the overly familiar mare in the face. Perhaps… they did want her to resist after all… She lifted the leg nearest Berry, being sure to move slowly and clearly signal her intent before lashing out in a one legged buck. The mare easily moved aside and caught the bucking leg, giving it a quick yank to lift it upwards, pulling it to the side and leaving her crotch fully exposed.

“I really like this one. Don’t go wasting all that energy on trying to fight back, we need fuck-toys with some good stamina.” Berry’s head darted forward, burying her muzzle between Luna’s legs and giving her damp marehood a single, long, slow lick. “Ohhhh, very nice. Going to have to have some fun of my own before all those stallions go and ruin this tight little hole.”

A shiver ran up the new slave’s spine, one she was hoping she could pass off as revulsion since she managed to hold back the small moan that threatened to escape her throat. “N-never! We shall never yield to your debased whims!” She yanked her hoof out of the mare’s grasp and turned her head to glare at her, only to be met with a wide, enthusiastic grin.

“Oh, you don’t have to ‘do’ anything, we’ll have our fun regardless, but it’s going to be soooo much more fun once you’re broken in and begging for more like the wanton little cock-slut you are now.” Berry gave her a wink and gently patted Luna’s rump, quickly adding a hard slap just as Gregor gave a fresh tug on the leash. “But we need to teach you a few lessons before that.”

The griffon was smirking as he led his newest prize towards the middle of the cell. Working together, the two of them quickly secured the padded cuffs around her legs to heavy metal rings driven into the floor. Luna gave them a few hard tugs, both to test them and to try and keep up the act of resisting. They gave just enough to allow her some motion, but otherwise were solid and held her in place, the rear ones placed further apart to keep her hind legs spread.

Gregor backed off, giving the trapped unicorn a lusty leer as he stalked over to the equipment racks and started to gather some items. Her eyes followed him, drawn to the thick length she could see swaying underneath his body as he moved away.

“OW!” She leaped into the air with a startled cry, the restraints making her stumble as she was pulled quickly back to the ground. Turning her head she saw an innocently smiling Berry, as well as the clear remnant of a bite mark on her flank. The red mare gave her rump another quick slap. “Now now, you’ll have plenty of time to be a good little cocksheath for the nice, barbed griffon-cock you’re staring at, but first I get to have my fun with you.” She winked before leaning in to kiss the still slightly tender spot she had bitten.

Luna wasn’t sure if she should be blushing or glaring, too flustered to really know how to respond to the mare’s playful demeanor in such a situation. Ignoring the confused look she was getting, the masked mare wrapped a hoof around the base of Luna’s tail, gently but firmly lifting it up and to the side, her hoof pressing to the revealed marehood, the slick latex sliding easy over the damp folds as her captor examined her newest toy.

“D-Do… your worst c-cretins! We shall… shall never succumb to your foul debauchery!” It was all she could do not to moan as her sensitive flesh was teased and marehandled. In the midst of her struggle Gregor returned, the griffon passed Berry something with a long, thin length of cord attached to it before unclipping the slave’s leash and tossing it to the side. Her eyes widened as he held up a heavy bridle, wasting no time in sliding it over her muzzle and securing the strap behind her head.

At the same time she felt Berry securing a restraint around her dock and pulling it taunt, securing the far end of its tether to the back of her collar. She had to bite her inner lip to avoid a moan this time, being so helpless, feeling the heavy, demeaning bridle on her, the reins attached to it sure to give anypony far more control over her then a mere leash on her collar, knowing that now there would be no way anypony that saw her could mistake her for anything but a slave ready to be used.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations of being bound, constrained, rendered so powerless without fear of those doing so. Her head was yanked downwards, the reins secured to another rung, keeping her head bowed, making sure she knew she was below her betters. Unable to keep a small smile off her muzzle she opened her eyes finally, only to pull back hard on the restraints holding her head as she saw the griffon’s claw descending towards her horn, a silvery ring held between two talons.

Memories flashed through her mind from the previous weekend, being trapped, bound in the air, feeling the cold metal lock into place around her horn. She whimpered at the remembered feeling of emptiness, a terrifying sense of helplessness, the loss of all but the most tenuous connection to her celestial charge. The small part of her telling her to simply accept whatever her master wished, to take her due punishment was barely even heard as she twisted her horn away from the approaching inhibitor ring. “Clockface! Not… not that. Please.”

The moment she spoke the ring vanished from sight, clenched tightly in Gregor’s talons as he jerked them away from her. His other foreclaw untied the reins from the ground to let her raise her head. “Alright, no ring.” His voice was back to a calm, soothing tone. Unexpectedly gentle sounding from such a well built griffon.

A warm touch on her neck made her turn her head to see Berry nuzzling her. The mare gave her a smile, reaching a hoof up to lightly stroke her mane. “Not a big deal at all.” Her smile turned into a playful smirk as she winked. “Just no cheating and sneaking some magic in.”

“I will not, it is simply… I do not know how to explain it beyond I do not wish to experience such a sensation again.” Luna regretted her hooves were still secured, leaving her few options for returning Berry’s comforting gesture.

“Hmmmm, guessing you had somepony slip a real one on you in the last week or two?” Gregor had moved back to the tool supplies, Luna catching the quick glint of the ring as he dropped it into one of the drawers. “Since you didn’t seem to have an issue with the partial one last time.”

“Yes.” She paused, cocking her head as she thought something over. “Was that a similar one? If so… I… I may be alright with it. Seeing it about to be put on-”

“Brought up a fresh memory?” Gregor completed her sentence, getting a confirming nod from Luna. “And yes, all rings in this zone are supposed to be like the last one, only making it a bit harder and slightly uncomfortable to use magic, but not actually stopping you if you really want to. Safety rule given the way things can go. Just in case. But if it’s something that fresh, let’s not risk it.” He started opening several of the smaller drawers and cabinets to quickly rummage through them. “Berry, where are the blanks?”

“In the drawer labeled ‘blanks’, should be top row, near the door.” The mare had stopped nuzzling Luna but still pressed comfortingly close, her tail occasionally flicking across the restrained mare’s rump.

“Ah, found it! Thanks.” Gregor turned back, a different looking metal ring in his grip. “So how about we do this instead? Completely inert, just a mundane chunk of metal. Gives the physical sensation of a horn ring but no effect at all on magic usage. Helps keep the scene a bit and give you a reminder you’re supposed to not use magic without really stopping it at all.” He cocked his head, giving Luna a questioning look.

The princess thought it over a moment before nodding. “That would be acceptable. Thank you for being so understanding.”

He waved his empty claw and shook his head. “It’s fine, we all have our little quirks of things that we just don’t enjoy. Personally, I can’t stand collars, the feeling of anything wrapped around my throat is just…” He shuddered and let out a sound of disgust, “Blegh… no.”

Berry giggled and elbowed Luna in the side, stage whispering to the other mare. “Important note, that’s just the wearing the collar part, getting him to be the bottom isn’t all that hard, long as you can put up a good fight for it.”

The griffon let out a groan and rolled his eyes. “Getting back to the matter at claw, you ready to get back to it?”

Luna nodded, trying to keep her cheeks from heating up by force of will alone at that revelation. “Indeed, quite ready. Clockface.”

“Clockface.”

“Seriously, he makes the cutest little chirp-, alright alright Clockface.” Berry gave her a quick wink before moving off to the side and back out of Luna’s line of sight.

Before the bound mare could even consider turning her head to follow, Gregor grabbed the reins of her bridle and pulled her head back down towards the ground. From the forced position she had a clear view under the griffon; his cock already on full display and throbbing softly. Her eyes stayed locked on the turgid shaft while he tied her back down, only breaking away as she felt the metal ring slide into place at the base of her horn.

Her entire body tensed up as she tried to suppress the momentary flash of panic. Taking a steadying breath she ran a slight bit of mana through her horn. There was no interference, no feedback, no barrier or obstruction of any kind. She let out a small sigh as she felt her muscles relax. She looked up at Gregor’s looming form, she knew her test had to have caused at least a faint glow around her horn that he could not have missed, yet he said nothing.

Smiling to herself she cut off the flow of mana. Holding off on using magic would be easy enough; she rarely used it without express permission from her master or mistress anyway even without that being an explicit part of the scene.

“There we go, all nice and trussed up and no chance for any little magic tricks.” A single talon traced oh so lightly across part of the grooved spiral of her horn, seeming to know exactly where to touch, and how firmly, to send shivers of pleasure down her neck.

“Looks like you’re ready for Berry to have her fun teaching you to accept you new life as my fuck toy.” He gave her horn a quick flick on the tip that made her wince from the unexpected shock. “This is going to be quite the show.”

He grabbed her under the chin, claws dimpling her cheeks as he lifted her up as far as the binding would allow. His free claw darted out to twist part of the bridle, flipping a pair of blinders into place to cut off her peripheral vision. “I’m sure I’ll be quite ready to put my newest pleasure-slave to work by the time she’s done.”

Letting out an evil chuckle he turned and walked towards a cushion sitting in the corner, directly in front of where her head was pointed. The blinders and reins kept her field of vision narrowed down and steady so she could only look over at him. She watched him go, trying to remind herself that comment was supposed to worry her, be a threat of humiliation and debasement to come, not excite h-”AAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

She screamed out in a mixture of surprise and pain as several sharp, stinging blows slapped rapidly against her marehood with a wet sounding ‘smack’. A second blow from the flogger quickly followed, getting only a grunt of mixed pain and pleasure from the bound unicorn this time. She braced herself for a third strike, only for a low, muted gasp to escape through her clenched teeth as instead of slapping across her sensitive folds, the head of the flogger was pushed hard against them, rubbing roughly along her damp slit.

“Look at this, already so wet. You really are a complete slut, even if you won’t admit it yet.” Berry’s voice was harder than before, deeper, and yet still had a quality Luna could only describe as ‘playful’ to it. “Why not save yourself the pain and embarrassment and just admit it right now? You are nothing but a worthless little whore that needs to be used.” She whipped her tool up between her slave’s legs, the damp throngs slapping lightly against Luna’s teats.

The bound mare shook her head, resisting the urge to bite her lip again to hold back her moans. “N-Never. D-Do what you wish… I shall not yield!”

“We’ll see…” The sound of latex clad hooves started to come closer, warning Luna that her tormentor was moving towards her head. “All of our slaves say that at first, they all break eventually.” Berry stopped just on the edge of the slave’s limited vision, making a motion Luna thought was a shrug. “Well, in one way or another. Either their will breaks and they admit they are nothing but slutty little fuck-slaves, or their mind breaks and they become nothing but fun little toys.”

Berry stepped closer, tossing one foreleg over Luna’s neck and giving her a light squeeze. “I do hope it’s that first one with you. It’ll be so much more fun to have you beg for a nice, hard rutting like I know you want to.”

Before Luna could reply, the damp flogger was pushed against her nose, filling her nostrils with her own potent scent as Berry wiped the mare cum off onto the bound mare’s muzzle. “See? Don’t try to deny it, your fuck-hole’s already dripping at the thought that nice, thick, hard griffon cock pounding it over and over.”

She tried her best to pull her head away, but the reins held her too tightly. Every breath was filled with the overpowering odor of her own arousal. She let out a loud whiny as she fought against her bonds. “Neigh! We… We shall not surrender… so easily thou vile wench! Do thine worst!”

“Ohhhhh, was that a request? Is the slave a little masochist as well as a slut?” Berry pulled the flogger away as she stepped directly in front of her slave. “Either way, I’m going to. Except, I prefer to hear my bitches moaning and screaming for more. Yelling in pain, begging to stop…” She shook her head and tucked the flog into a holster on her outfit. “Just kind of kills the mood for me, sooooooo,” reaching behind her she pulled a ball gag off a hook at her side. “Let’s take care of that. Be a good little slave and test your bell for your mistress.”

A single, silvery chime filled the dungeon as Luna compiled nearly without a thought to the order. Berry giggled as she hooked one end of the gag to Luna’s bridle. “See, you can learn to be a good slave.” Luna offered no resistance as the gag was stretched across her lips, allowing the thick, rubbery ball to be slid into her mouth and secured tightly on the other side.

Once finished, Berry leaned down and gave the slave a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, her tongue darting out to give the mare-cum dampened fur a quick lick. “There we go, all set. Now, try to enjoy yourself. I know I’m going to.” With a wide grin the mare stood up and trotted around behind the bound, helpless slave.

Luna kept her breathing steady,even as each deep breath was filled with the musky scent of the fluids staining her muzzle. She forced herself to stay relaxed, to avoid tensing as she waited for the next blow.

SMACK

“Mmmmmmrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh!” The strike landed firmly on her rump, a second blow quickly following across the other side. Berry started going to work, the strikes coming quickly, working across her rump, flanks, and hips equally, making the occasional change to send a stinging jolt across her marehood or teats. Each sharp sensation making her cry out, thankful that the gag muffled them enough that it would be impossible to tell if it was from pain or pleasure.

Over and over the slave mistress whipped her newest prize, showing her the price of disobedience while the defiant mare trembled under her lash. A dark puddle began to spread between the bound hooves from the dripping cunt, proof of just how much the slave was enjoying this, no matter what she said.

The sharp, sudden flares of exquisite pain slowly began to dull for Luna. Part of her, deep in her mind, analyzed the red mare’s technique, finding her to be competent, if almost certainly lacking any major guild training. Luna could feel the slight jerk of a blow being pulled at the last moment as the strikes connected, hitting just hard enough to hurt without risking any longer term damage, and the strikes were all aimed at the proper, safe areas of her body.

But at the same time, she was making some amateur mistakes. Even though she varied where the lashes hit with each strike, she kept up a steady rhythm to them, never varying enough to keep the slave guessing when the next one would strike. Plus she aimed for the same few areas, the blows landing close enough together that the spots were starting to simply go numb from the repeated blows.

Yet the treatment was still effective in making Luna moan and scream into the gag, being so helpless, being punished for her failings, given what she deserved for her actions… She bit down hard on the gag as she focused on the griffon laying across from her. Gregor looked on with an expression the mare couldn’t quite read through his mask. The slightest hint of a smile on his beak while his eyes stayed locked on the grunting, shuddering slave being worked over.

It took her several seconds to realize the flogging had stopped, the pain already starting to fade to a dull ache. Luna barely had time to wonder what was going on behind her before she felt the rounded handle of the flogger being pressed against her slit. Berry slid it across her damp folds, slowly, teasingly.

“Just look at how eager this cunt is to be used.” Luna shuddered, moaning into the gag again as she felt the other mare’s warm breath blowing over her marehood. “You want more, don’t you whore? You want me to slam this deep into your slutty cunt, don't you? You don’t care, you just want to be filled.” The hard tool prodding her opening pressed just a bit harder, still not quite enough to penetrate, but hovering just on the verge of it.

The bound mare struggled at her bindings, shaking her head as much as they would allow. For all she wanted to admit it, for all she wanted to be used, filled, for all she knew Berry was right, a dull spark of heat was growing in her chest. She was not going to give in this easily. If her newest mistress wanted to break her, she would have to work for it. Her eyes met Gregor’s and the griffon’s grin spread even wider as he saw the growing determination in her gaze.

Even so, there was no hiding her bodies reaction as she felt her marehood start winking. On the second one Berry’s lips squeezed tight around her clit, giving it a hard tug as her tongue started to roughly lick and prod the sensitive nub. Luna bit down harder on the gag, trying to stifle the moans even as her legs all shuddered in pleasure.

She thought she could hear a muffled chuckle as Berry pulled back, tugging her clit hard before letting it go suddenly, the hilt of the flogger withdrawing at the same time. She moved back around her current project, making sure she was just in Luna’s view as she started to slowly, sensually lick the flogger’s hilt.

Her tongue traced along it’s curves, collecting the dampness clinging to it, winding a path lower, then tracing back up. Her eyes were locked on her slave’s the whole time, even as she slid the hilt between her lips, working it back and forth several times before pulling it out with a loud ‘pop’. That done, she hooked it back into place at her side as she reached a hoof out to stroke Luna’s cheek. “Now then, that’s all over for now. I am sorry about having to do that, but you needed to learn a lesson. Things will go much easier for you here once you accept what you are and stop forcing us to punish you by being such a naughty little cock-sleeve.” She tapped the slave’s cheek gently, her tone had become softer, almost motherly sounding as she chided the mare she was trying to break.

“We want our slaves to enjoy themselves, to accept they are nothing but sluts whose only worth is milking cock’s dry. It’ll be so much easier once you realize what you are. So, are you going to be a good little slut now and beg for your master to rut you senseless?”

Luna turned as much as she could in her restraints, the small ember of determination growing stronger as a grin stretched as far across her muzzle as the gag would allow, even as her eyes grew harder, glaring at the mare trying to break her, giving her all the answer she needed.

For her part, Berry was unable to hide the gleam in her eye as she saw her answer, a quick flash of foal-like glee passing across her features. “Oh, oh oh oh! I really like this one!” She turned to look at Gregor. “Okay, we definitely need to invite her up with us next time we fuck, I think she might actually be able to keep up!”

Gregor rolled his eyes and sighed, but also let out a small chuckle. “We’ll see, let’s just focus on tonight for now, we want to give the work crews time to finish the repairs from last time anyway.”

“Fine. I’m having too much fun with her here to switch to that anyway.” She turned back to the bound mare, who by now was shaking her head in perplexity at the sudden shift in attitudes. “Seriously, do you know how hard it is to find ponies that can keep up with us when we go at it?”

“Berry…” Gregor’s voice carried more than a hint of exasperation in it.

“Alright, alright, was just saying.” She shook her head and looked back down at her slave. “Enjoying yourself so far?” Her question got a small nod in response. “Good, I know you’re going to enjoy this next part.” The mare took a step back, her posture stiffening and her expression hardening slightly as she got back into character. “As I was saying, you just need to admit what you really need, all you want, is the pleasure of being a fuck-toy. To realize we are going to control everything about you from now on, so you might as well enjoy it.”

She trotted off, leaving Berry staring at Gregor. The griffon gave her a reassuring smile before sitting up, exposing his still rigid cock underneath him, the pointed tip slick with pre. If it wasn’t for the gag, Luna was sure she’d be licking her lips; that thought making her realize just how damp they felt, she’d been drooling and hadn’t even noticed it.

A low, metallic squeaking make her twist her ears back. From the sound and location, she guessed Berry was pulling out one of the machines that had been along the back wall. The mare gave a grunt of effort as the squealing grew louder. “When they’re done putting your room back together, we really need to get these things serviced. At least get some oil on the wheels or something.” Another soft grunt and Luna felt something large slide between her hind legs. It felt almost like a padded bench, though rounded on top. As more and more slid under her she felt it rise up, starting to brush along her lower end.

Her eyes widened as she realized what was coming. The ‘bench’ was pushed the last few hooves into place, she felt the soft padding give way to a rubbery indent that seemed to be molded to perfectly hold her teats. While behind her a long, slender arm rose up, pressed tight against and covering her marehood.

A shadow moved just on the edge of her limited vision. She rolled her eyes, trying to see what her captor was doing but unable to see anything past the blinder. A hoof wrapped around her neck, gently stroking down the far side as she felt warm breath wash over her ear. “You know what’s cumming now, don’t you little slut?” Berry cooed in a low, sultry whisper.

“Don’t worry, I’m not one of those teasing cockblockers that is going to leave you all pent up.” The mare nuzzled the top of Luna’s mane before giving her ear a soft nibble. “I love making ponies feel good. I just want you to admit how good being a slutty little fuck toy makes you feel.”

There was a faint tapping sound and then a low, steady hum filled the room. The machine sparked to life. The soft indents cupping her teats squeezed tighter, a steady suction force tugging them downwards. Berry continued to whisper in her ear the whole time. “And so, I’m going to make you cum like the little slut we all know you are.”

The arm resting against her marehood began to vibrate. Soft, faint, just barely enough for Luna to feel, but enough to make her have to force down a moan. “Don’t hold back little whore, we all know what you really are, just accept it and we can have soooo much more fun together.”

Luna tried to turn her head to see her tormentor till Berry’s hooves grabbed her chin and forced the bound mare to look straight ahead. Gregor had leaned further back and spread his legs, his cock standing tall in front of him on full display. “You want that, don’t you? Want that nice, hard cock plunging into your damp little fuck-holes. Being his little bitch, nothing but a griffon cum-dump. Don’t deny it.” The vibrations along her nethers increased, causing Luna to bite down on her gag.

“I can feel you shuddering slut.” A tail brushed lightly along Luna’s haunches. “You can fight it, but it won’t change what you are, what you’ll be. Just look at that tall, thick dick. It felt so good inside of you, didn’t it? I know, I know how good it feels to have it dig into your needy cunt, lock itself in place as wave after wave of hot predator cum floods your womb”

Luna whimpered, her hind legs trembling as the machine started to suck harder on her teats, releasing them for a moment only to pull down again hard in a steady rhythm. Her eyes fixed on the twitching, throbbing shaft in front of her. It had felt so good, so amazing, oh how she longed to be taken that way again.

“That’s it, give in. That cock is going to be rutting you every day from now on. You can either fight it, try to deny you want it. Or accept how much you love being a little cock-sock.” The wand increased it’s vibrations again, the surface starting to ripple up and down along her already soaked lips. Luna’s whole body clenched, after all this build up, after the anticipation, oh she wanted it so much, needed release. This felt so good, so right, why fight it?

Gregor let a claw slide down to his cock, the edge of his talon stroking up along the tapered shaft slowly as it throbbed. A small bead of pre leaked from the tip, glistening in the dungeon lights as it rolled down the luscious griffon-flesh.

Luna couldn’t hold back her moan this time, this was too much, to perfect, felt too good. “Yes, that’s it, cum, look at you master’s cock and cum for it. Just think of it ramming deep into your needy cunt, filling you over and over with hot cum. Licking your whore-juice off of it, cleaning it up before he tosses you back in the pen. Leaves you to be rutted over and over by the whole crew.”

Yes! Yes! By Epona yes!Luna’s eyes rolled up in their orbits as she gave in, let the waiting orgasm crash over her. Only a small, barely noticed spark of defiance kept her from screaming out the words into her gag, but it was unable to stop her long, shuddering moans.

Anything Berry said was lost on the slave as she let waves of pleasure wash over her, the heavy chains rattling and shaking in staccato bursts. Images of being led out to a public square and tied down, left for a faceless herd of stallions to use flashing through her mind as she ground her marehood onto the still vibrating toy.

When her climax started to die down and her senses return Luna found that she had sunk to her knees on her forelegs, her rear being held up by the machine still between them, though dormant for now. Gregor was grinning at her, a wide, predatory smile that made her breath catch in her throat.

She was given only a few more seconds to recover before Berry stepped in front of her, a broad, enthusiastic grin on her muzzle as she leaned down to nuzzle the sweat streaked mare under her. “See, was that so hard?”

Luna glared up at the mare towering over her, the low ember of defiance swelling as she looked into Berry’s eyes. She wasn’t quite ready to stop this fun yet. She mumbled into her gag, trying to make the point that she couldn’t exactly answer questions like this.

Berry stroked a hoof down Luna’s cheek, stopping as she came to the edge of the bridle. A quick flick undid one of the bindings holding the gag in place and pulled it out of the bound mare’s mouth.

As soon as the rubbery ball popped free Luna flexed her jaw, getting the stiff, sore muscles loosened swiftly. Her capture gave her time to adjust and recover before reaching back down to ruffle her newest toy’s mane. “I said, ‘was that so hard?’.”

Getting her forelegs under herself, Luna shakily pushed herself halfway up, though the reins still tied to the floor kept her from fully rising. “Was what ‘so hard’?”

“Admitting how much you are going to enjoy being a good little sex-slave for us.” The hoof running through her mane slid down to gently tap Luna’s nose. “And don’t say you didn’t, we all saw how hard you just came thinking about it.”

Luna’s trembling legs steadied quickly as her breathing slowed back down to normal, the last few after effects of her wondrous climax getting fading. She felt a smirk spreading over her muzzle as her gaze turned defiant. “You proved nothing save an ability to subject mine body to what you wish to. ‘Twas naught but base biology being exploited!”

Her would be mistress blinked, the grin on her muzzle faltering for a moment before doubling in size, a massive smile breaking out across the mare’s face. One that Luna had less then a second to see before Berry lunged forward, wrapping Luna in a crushing embrace that drove the air out of her lungs.

Loosening her grip just enough for Luna to breathe again the mare turned back to the watching Griffon. “Oh I am SOOOO glad we are keeping her!” Her voice had lost any hint of sultriness, sounding more like an excited foal on Hearthswarming Eve then anything else. Berry pushed herself back enough to look the other mare in the eye. “Seriously, you are just so much fun!”

Luna simply stared into the wide, enthusiastic gaze, her lower jaw hanging slack as her mind scrambled to try and come up with an appropriate response to the mercurial mare. Before she could, a low, exasperated groan filled the dungeons.

Berry pulled back further in time for Luna to catch Gregor's claws pinching the top of his beak. “While I don’t disagree, could we please focus?”

The red mare stuck her tongue out at him before giving a highly exaggerated sigh. “Fiiiine.” She turned back to her latest playmate and rolled her eyes. “That’s code for he’s horny and wants us to hurry up so he can have his fun. Males, am I right?”

Luna nodded agreement for lack of any other idea on how to respond.

“See, so now, right, where were we? Oh, right!” In an instant the eager mare’s expression changed, so fast Luna was wondering if she had blinked without realizing it and missed something. The wide, excited grin was now a narrow smirk, her eyes half-lidded and sultry.

A hoof reached out to stroke down the slave’s cheek, ending with a light boop on the nose. “You were admitting I can do anything I want to that lovely body of yours.” Her voice was back to a low, husky half-whisper, dropping into nearly a purr by the end. “I’d much prefer an eager little fuck-toy begging to please me. But please me you will.”

Berry nuzzled Luna’s neck, working her way up towards her ears. “Watching you squirm and moan like a good little slut went and got me all kinds of excited. So now, “ Her tongue slid into Luna’s ear for a brief second, “you are going to be a good little slave and take care of that.”

“Do what you will, I can not stop you. But you are even more deluded than I thought if you think I shall aide your ‘relief’ in any way!” Oh she was so very good at this. It would be so easy to give in, to enjoy herself with this passionate mare. Yet knowing just how much she was enjoying the fight, the denial, it was enough to push Luna into keeping it up as long as she could.

“You say that like you have a choice little slut.” Stepping back, Berry gave the mare below her a half mocking, half-lustful glare. She quickly tapped a hoof against a control on a bracelet around her other foreleg, the dormant machine between Luna’s legs instantly coming back to life. Without waiting for a reaction, Berry spun around, her tail brushing over Luna’s face, carrying with it the heady, and overwhelming scent of a very excited mare.

Luna shuddered in her bindings, biting her lip again to hold back a moan. The machine had gone right back to full, her marehood and teats being teased and stimulated almost perfectly, the rush of mare-musk making her push back and grind against the wand for a moment before forcing herself to stop.

Her ears picked up drawers being opened along the storage wall as Berry rummaged through them. The bound slave let her eyes focus on the only thing left within her limited range of vision, her new master. He was sitting just as still as ever, though his gaze was focused towards the mare looking for a particular toy rather than on his slave, whose eyes dropped down to the thick cock still standing tall in full view under him, the barbs lining its surface already slightly raised, teasing her with the thought of how perfectly they’d scratch her needy itch.

Motion to her side made her tear her eyes away from the wondrous sight as Berry returned. She held something extremely long, rounded, and rather floppy looking in her mouth. It wasn’t until spotting the straps coming off the midpoint that Luna realized she was holding a double ended strap-on. Her breath caught in her throat in a low, suppressed moan at the thought of her ‘mistress’ putting that to use. Being mounted, taken so completely by another mare.

Though it left her wondering why bring it here? Why not move behind her? Or was her captor trying to use the anticipation and knowledge to help break her will? Taking the latex toy in her hoof, Berry smirked at her other toy. “Oh yeah, you’re going to be a good little fuck doll and make me cum all over that sexy face of yours.”

Luna’s eyes went wide at that, a small gasp making her jaw drop open as the meaning hit her. Before she could recover Berry darted forward, quickly shoving one end of the strap-on into her mouth. “I know you deep throated Wood like a good little cock-slut, so this should be no problem for you. Now be a good whore and take it all.”

She pushed the toy deeper, though despite the demanding tone and lustful expression, she was rather gentle about it. Going slow, stopping the moment she encounter any resistance ‘till Luna was able to adjust and help the thick pseudo-cock slide deeper down her throat. It earned the dominant mare a grateful look that was returned with a quick wink.

"There we go, that's it. See, your throat was made for taking cock." With a final push the first half of the toy was hilted into its new sheath. Berry quickly secured it in place to the slave's bridle. She stepped back, giving the sub a few moments to get used to the new arrangement.

Luna stretched her neck out, feeling the pliant shaft move with her. It limited her motions quite a bit, but not entirely. Rather surprisingly, it also failed to hamper her breathing nearly as much as one might expect. Ingeniously hidden channels ran along its length allowed air to flow through.

Her focus was jerked back to the mare standing in front of her as she untied the reins from their ring. Lifting the slave’s head up, Berry laid down in front of her, her hind legs stretching out to either side of Luna’s head as she moved her dripping, winking pussy into place. “There we go. Now be a good toy and make your owner cum nice and fast, this floor isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to lay on after all.”

With a firm pull on her reigns, Luna’s head was forced down until the free end of the cock wobbling in front of her muzzle was brought down to the waiting cunt. Hooking one leg behind the slave’s head, Berry forced her down further. The latex shaft easily parting her dripping folds as they took inch after inch; Luna’s face being driven ever closer to her mistress’ body.

“Ohhhh yeeeeeessss… that’s it. Such a good little fuck-toy.” Berry bucked her hips, impaling herself on the last of the cock, her damp flesh slapping against Luna’s muzzle, filling the helpless mare’s every breath with the musky scent of her arousal. She held herself there, grinding against her slave’s face as tiny shivers of pleasure ran up her body. “Doesn’t this feel good slut? Being just a mindless little toy? Nothing but a worthless tool to bring your masters pleasure?”

It did, it felt so good. The machine between her legs, the indignity and disgrace of being used like this. Treated as nothing, free of any worry but pleasing whatever creature wished to use her. Only the small, faint knowledge that her partner wanted her to try and resist held her back from throwing herself into this, from giving up fully any hint of being anything but a worthless, needy slut.

Berry's free hoof moved under the unicorn’s chin, pushing her head back, forcing the cock back out, only to pull her down again with the reins. She quickly got into a steady, powerful rhythm, never jerking or yanking on her slave’s head, every motion deliberate and steady, but insistent and unable to be denied.

Luna closed her eyes and let it happen, giving just the barest token resistance to Berry’s efforts.. Another orgasm quickly overtook her, a pale shadow of her previous climax, but more than enough to lose herself in the glorious waves of pleasure wracking her body. To lose herself to everything but the machine never stopping, never faltering, pushing her on and on. Her face splattered by the freely flowing mare-cum of her mistress as she started to hammer her hips along the shaft in time with her slave’s motions.

She was snapped out of her blissful euphoria by Berry pulling her head down hard, slamming her muzzle into the gushing marehood a moment before a loud, whinnying cry echoed through the cell. Her hips humped furiously against the cock buried inside of her and the muzzle being ground against her pussy as she came hard; juices leaking and spraying all across Luna’s muzzle and face, puddling on the floor under them.

She was held there till with a long sigh Berry’s body relaxed. Her grip on the reins went slack and she languidly pushed the slave’s head back till the now glistening length of latex-cock slid out of her. Her forelegs flailed about in the air a bit before she managed to bring them together and slap a control on her bracelet, the machine between Luna’s legs falling dormant again. Rolling over, Berry got her hooves under her and stood up, turning to beam at the drenched unicorn.

“Ohhh, that was sooo good.” She reached down and undid the clasps holding the toy in place, slowly and carefully pulling it out before setting it aside. “So… ready to accept what you are? Or do I need to teach you another lesson about lying to your mistress?” Berry’s hoof moved to rest lightly on the flogger still hanging at her side.

Luna looked up at her, debate raging in her head. She couldn’t deny how much she wanted to say yes, how right this felt, how eager she was for more. But, she didn’t want to disappoint her mistress either. Berry clearly enjoyed her fighting back, and being defiant and getting punished and ‘taught’ for it was so good too.

“I think you’ve had your fun.” Talons rested on Berry’s shoulder, gently pulling her back as Gregor stepped around to stand in front of the bound mare on the ground. From her position, Luna’s gaze was right in line to see the thick, tapered cock twitching under him, pre freely dripping from the pointed tip. She stared at the glorious cock, having to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

A claw reached down to cup the staring slave’s chin, forcing her to look up at the griffon staring down at her. “It’s my turn to have a go at breaking our newest slut.”

Author's Note

Welcome to another entry into the long delayed CTS Luna Saga. There is lots of kinky fun in store for our favorite totally not a Princess in disguise as she learns what life is like as a Slave in the Borderlands yet to come.

Thank you again to everyone who helped out in finally getting this out and pushing me to get writing again, and to everyone giving this work a shot, always eager to hear what you think.

A Griffon's Toy

Luna stared up at the griffon towering over her. His claws dug into her cheeks, small little points of discomfort just barely dimpling her skin. His iron grip and the blinders still hovering at the edge of her vision forced her gaze directly onto his face as he stared down at her.

The red and orange mask hid most of his expression, save the self-assured grin on his beak and his eyes. Deep, green pools that bore down on the restrained slave in front of him. They were the eyes of a being who was in total control and knew it. His look alone made clear to the panting, quivering mare she was nothing but a slave to him, that he could do whatever he wished with her.

And yet, there was a softness to them as well, a slight hint that while she was nothing more than his possession, he was one who treasured his possessions, cared for them, did not wish to see them needlessly harmed.

The disguised alicorn stared up into those eyes, into the promise they held. A life without the need for worry, for fear, for regret. Never needing to think beyond how she could bring her master pleasure, never being expected to do more than be a good little slut. All she had to do was give in, accept it, admit the truth, admit that was what she wanted.

She tried to speak, to beg him to take her, to make her his personal cock-milker, to plead for him to give her that freedom, but her tongue was too dry to move, and the talons digging into her cheek made it hard to move her jaw.

“Sweet! Just let me get the fuck-machine out from under her and you can rut the little slut till she screams for more!” The exuberant sound of Berry’s voice broke the spell, snapping Luna out of her daze as Gregor’s eyes flicked to the other mare. Luna felt her ears flatten back against her head as a rush of irritation flashed through her, one she quickly forced away as she tried to concentrate on what was soon to come.

Gregor looked between the two ponies before shaking his head. “No, I think not.” Luna felt her heart sink, only the dryness of her throat preventing a small whimper from escaping. “Not here,” he turned his eyes back to his slave as her ears perked up at the words. “Let’s bring her upstairs first. Let everycreature see her get broken.”

His talons gently brushed through her mane as his smile bore down on her. “We don’t want her to try and deny finally admitting how much she craves being a good little fuck-toy after all.” She bared her teeth in what she hoped was a defiant looking sneer, trying to keep up the act a bit longer, if only for their sakes; Gregor’s grin widened a bit at the display.

“Besides, I have the feeling-” He was cut off by a loud, metallic whine as Berry started to pull the riding vibrator out from under Luna. He flashed her an exasperated look.

“Hey, I told you, get somepony down here to oil these things.”

“Quite.” A few more squeals rang out as the padded bench’s surface slid further and further out from under the slave, who staggered a bit as her legs were once more forced to support her full weight. “Now then, as I was saying, I have the feeling this little slut will enjoy putting on a good show. Won't you whore? Having everypony up there watching as you are fucked into a mindless, whimpering mess. I bet by the time I’m done you’ll even be begging for all of them to join in.”

Luna felt her head nodding in agreement before forcing it still. She kept her face looking downwards, not trusting her expression at this point. “D-Do.” She paused trying to get her mouth to work right. “Do your worst.”

“No… no no.” She felt him lean down till his beak was right next to her ear. “I’m going to be doing my very, very best to rut you till you scream for more.” It was only the force of her quickly weakening will that kept the slave from collapsing onto the floor. “Now then, let’s get her ready.”

The two worked quickly to unshackle her, replacing the restraints with a set of hobbling chains. Her dock was left tied in place, as were the bridle and blinders. A tug on her reins brought her to her full height once more. Gregor loomed close to her as he looked her over. She knew she must already look a mess, she could feel the sweat streaking across her body, the smell of it present even under the heady musk of her and Berry’s numerous orgasms.

“Before we head up there, “ His voice had changed, losing some of the harshness and the commanding tone. Luna looked up at him and blinked., “need anything? Small break, drink, trip to the little fillies room?”

She stared for a few seconds, her tired, pleasure addled brain struggling to change gears. Finally she shook her head then paused; she could almost hear Starsong admonishing her about taking proper care of herself, even in scene. “Some water would probably be a good idea.”

He nodded and reached behind her, assumedly to take something from Berry. He pulled his claw back holding a large, green topped bottle with a straw. He held it in front of her and let her drink her fill. The cool water eased the parched roughness in her throat and mouth and helped her to steady her legs a bit more. Once she was sucking little more than air she let the straw fall from her lips. “Thank you.”

He tossed the empty bottle aside and smiled at her. “Please, don’t mention it. I don’t want my newest prize to pass out midway through her introduction to the crew, now do I?”

“No, one would suppose not?” Her answer was a bit hesitant, she was unsure how exactly to act at the moment, in this odd midpoint between being in and out of character.

Berry brushed past her, rubbing far too firmly along Luna’s barrel to not have been intentional as she headed for the door. “So, we gonna go get her all good and fucked or what?” She pushed open the door and held it, looking back at the two.

“Yes, that does sound like a good idea.” Gregor’s voice started slipping more into what Luna was recognizing as his ‘in character’ tone as he took a firm hold on her reins. He gave them a hard pull, forcing the hobbled mare into motion towards the door, Gregor moving next to her once they were in the hallway.

“One more question before we get back to things,” he whispered to her, “Any particular aversions or issues I should be aware of regarding phaser branding?”

Luna stumbled, her chains rattling loudly as she struggled to stay upright. The thought raced through her mind, being branded, claimed, marked as his, to have the proof of his ownership indelibly scored into her body… She quickly shook her head. “Yes, I-I mean no. I mean…” She paused and took a deep breath. “Neigh, we have no compunctions about such an act.”

“Alright, any preference for phaser settings?”

She shook her head again, flashing him a quick look and adding a wink after a moment’s thought. “I believe the expression is ‘I can take whatever you can deliver’.”

The griffon chuckled and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now then,” he moved in front of her and gave her lead a hard pull, “let’s get a move on slut, there are a lot of cocks eagerly waiting for a fresh sheath up there.”

Luna was half sure she would have started galloping for the stairs if not for the chains. Instead, she hobbled along behind her new master, her eyes darting between the steadily approaching stairway and the large, swaying shaft just barely visible below him.

Once back up in the main area, Gregor led her to the center of the room. There seemed to be a few more ponies around then when she had first come in, and nearly all of them stopped to watch as she was led towards a rather conveniently placed pillory.

The restraint was every bit the model of Clocktower design. For all that it looked old, battered, and crude, it was also quite clearly solid, and likely far more comfortable than it had any right to be. Gregor gave her leads one last hard pull, making her stumble the final few steps towards it. He caught her with his talons wrapping around her neck, putting his beak close he growled at her. “Now then, you aren’t going to give us any issues while we get you strapped down, are you?”

She mutley shook her head, still overwhelmed at what was going on and unsure she’d be able to fight back even if she did want to. Another hard pull and she was roughly shoved into place. The main block had holes for her neck and forelegs, as well as a bench for her barrel to lay on, both providing her a place to rest and preventing her from trying to avoid being mounted through sitting down.

“All right everypony, listen up!” Berry yelled out, silencing the few remaining bits of talk among the group. “The boss here went and caught us quite the little prize!” While the mare talked, Gregor kept on working to secure said prize in place. The chains were removed from her legs, her front ones and neck roughly placed into the waiting semi-circles that would hold them tight.

“The little whore likes to put up a fight, but he’s about to fuck that fight right out of her, after which, it’ll be all your turns to ‘introduce’ yourselves to her and give her a good taste of what her life is going to be from now on.” The top half of the pillory was lowered into place, trapping her inside. The holes, as she suspected, were quite generously padded, as was the bench her belly rested on.

“Looks like the slut is almost ready. Once the boss has his fun, you all enjoy yourselves.” A quick flash of pain brought a startled yell to Luna’s lips as her marehood was struck with a flogger, the wet ‘thwack’ echoing through the large room. “As you can tell, her whorecunt is already nice and damp, just begging to be used, so don’t hold back. Let’s see how long till this one is a proper little fuck-slave.”

Her hind legs were forced apart and locked into place, leaving the mare completely bound and helpless as numerous ponies, raider and slave alike, looked on eagerly. The blinders and the large wooden wall of the pillory blocked nearly all of he vision, but she could feel their eyes on her, could tell they were looking her over, planning out how they would unleash their depraved lusts on her body; the idea made her shiver in anticipation.

All thought of what these ruthless stallions might do to her was cut off as she felt something moving onto her back; a large, warm form mounting her. Small, ecstatic points of pain dug into her shoulders as Gregor’s talons gripped her firmly. The firm, pointed tip of his cock prodded at her damp, aching folds, causing her to moan and try to push back, to force that glorious breeding spear into her depths.

The pain in her shoulders grew stronger. “Now now, it seems you really are eager for it, aren’t you my little whore.” The head of his shaft slid up and down her slit, teasing her, making her moan again. “Go on, just admit it. There’s no reason to hide. You want to be fucked, don’t you? Need to be a good little cock-sheath.”

Why fight it? Why hide? All the teasing, the torment below, the weeks of waiting. She threw her head back and let out a long, lusty moan. “Yeees, please, please yes! I need it! I want it! Fuck me master, use me, rut me, breed me, fill me!”

“Was that so hard to admit?” His voice had a mocking quality to it, but also a small hint of pride. “Now, since you’ve been a good whore and said please, I think you deserve a reward!” He slammed forward, his cock plowing deep into her, the long, thick, tapered shaft easily spreading her ready folds apart.

Luna let out a loud, wordless cry that slid into a long, hissing “Yeeeessssss!” It felt so right, so good, so proper to have a master mounting her, filling her, using her as his personal fuck toy once more. She could tell he’d been nearly as eager as her, his cock already rock hard and the spines starting to rise up and dig into her tender flesh.

He shifted his hips, making his shaft dig into the walls of her cunt even harder, drawing out another low, hissing moan. “See now how much better it is when you just admit what you are?”

The constant motion of the shaft buried inside her was ecstatic, yet only made her crave more, for him to start properly rutting her, to feel that heavy shaft pounding into her relentlessly. She nodded as hard as she could while in her bonds. “Yes, yes master.”

“And just what is it that you are?” She could almost hear him grinning as he spoke. He stopped grinding against her, shifting into a series of small, slow pulls in and out of her that did nothing to sate her desire.

“Whatever thou wishes! Thine whore, thine pet, thine slave!” She whimpered in frustration as he continued to tease her.

His talon brushed through the part of her mane on his side of the pillory, an almost gentle and yet still possessive motion as he started to speed up his thrusts. More and more of his shaft raking its way in and out of her quivering marehood. “Yes, my own little personal toy. Eager for her master to fuck any hole, any time he wants.”

The only reply was more, loud, panting gasps. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. And don’t worry, I know a little slut like you needs lots of attention, I won’t be keeping this prize all to myself.” He was hammering into her hard now, every thrust driving his cock in deep, only for his steadily growing spines to leave her a panting mess as they dug into her in the most painfully delightful way.

“You’re going to stay here till every single one of my crew’s had a chance to try out their newest fuck-toy. Won’t that be nice?”

She nodded, trying to gasp out how much she loved that idea. He was starting to slow down, his cock-spines already extended to the point of starting to truly dig in. Some small part of her mind still able to think about anything beyond the joy of being rutted wondered if his early teasing hadn’t been teasing, but him just taking his time. If watching Berry work her over had gotten him that turned on. The thought just made her moan all the harder.

He slammed deep into her as hard as he could, rocking her against her bindings. His cock was now locked in, the barbs fully extended and preventing any hope of escaping from being filled, even if she wasn’t bound.

Dimly, she heard a small snap and the dull hum of arcane power arcing. He reached over the wooden plank holding her head and grabbed her mane, pulling on it just hard enough to be sure he had her attention. “Is that what you want little slut? To be mine, be used however I wish, to accept your place as my slave, free to be used by me and any I wish to allow?”

There was no thought to the reply, why should she think anymore, all she had to do was accept her place and please whoever wished it. What better life could there be? She nodded, ignoring the pain from her hair as she jerked it in his grip. “Yes! Yes! By Epona YES! Make me your slave!”

She felt him shift on top of her, and then her world went white with hot, wonderful pain. The feeling of something burning hot being pressed to her flank and searing into her. Branding! The word shot through her mind and everything else shut down as waves of intense pleasure wracked her body.

The newly marked slave thrashed against her bonds as she screamed wordlessly, lost to everything but the unending pleasure rolling through her being. Her marehood clenched down around her master’s cock, the tightening and writhing around him too much for him to bear any longer.

The first rush of warm, potent seed flooding deep into her womb pushed her orgasm even further. Wave after wave of virle griffon-cum was pumped into her quivering marehood, the cock spreading her wide throbbing with each powerful jet, the spines digging in deeper, just further marking her as his brood-whore.

Time lost any meaning to the slave as her master’s seed poured into her, as she served her only purpose in life,accepted her place from this point forward. By the time the tidal waves of pleasure had begun to ebb, Fading Crescent was left a panting, sweaty, limp mess. Only being held up by the pillory she was locked to.

She barely registered her master pulling out beyond a vague sense of sudden emptiness. A dull ache on both flanks let her know that at some point the other brand had been applied without her even noticing.

Shadows moving on the floor under her made her look up, a smile crossing her muzzle at the sight of her master standing beside her. His talons reached down and cupped her chin, sliding up to stroke along her face and down her neck. “Good girl. You are going to be such a good little slave.”

Fading beamed at the praise and nodded, her strength already returning. “Thank you master, I will try.”

“I know you will.” His talon pulled back out of reach. “Are you ready to meet the rest of the crew?”

She nodded. Of course she was, it was what she was here for. The wonderful bonds she was being held by would keep her in place and ready to be used no matter how tired she might be after all.

He smiled again. “Very well then.” He turned to the watching crowd. “You heard it, fresh meat is open for use! And don’t let me catch anycreature fighting over it! Flame, I believe Berry promised you first go.”

Fading let out a small whimper as Master turned and stalked away from her. She tried to keep her eyes on him despite her reduced field of vision. When he reached the ring of watchers he grabbed a collared thestral who was standing at the edge of the crowd and roughly shoved her under him. The bat-pony instantly went to work licking his cock clean, sending a pang of jealousy through his newest slave.

Now left alone, trapped, helpless, and at the non-existent mercy of a horde of ravenous slavers, her master’s seed dripping down her thighs and his brand on her flanks, Fading Crescent eagerly awaited the first of what promised to be many creatures eager to provide her with her only remaining purpose for existing. To be a vessel for their pleasure.

Meet the Crew

Fading’s gaze stayed on the bat-pony licking her mare-cum off their master’s cock till she felt hooves land roughly on her back as the first of her new masters mounted her.

“Well now, seems Berry and the boss didn’t waste time in breaking you in.” The voice was familia, the stallion who had been having fun with her mistress when her Master had introduced them. She shivered in anticipation as his cock slid between her legs. “But I’m guessing it wasn’t hard turning you into a willing little whore, you were probably a cumslut all along, just trying to hide it, weren’t you.”

His cock ground along her aching slit, sending flutters of anticipatory pleasure through her. “Yes! Yes master I was, I am. I’m nothing but a cock-hungry whore for you to please yourself with.”

He chuckled as one hoof roughly patted her neck. “Oh, I know you are. I usually prefer my sluts with a bit more fight to them, but you’ll do for now. A quick cum-dump fuck is fine now and then.”

Fading nodded in agreement as best she could, he was right after all, that was all she was, a cum-dump. She braced herself as he pulled back to line himself up, jumping a bit as instead of her damp marehood, she felt the broad head of his cock pressing to her as yet untouched hole. “I’m sure a slut like you doesn't mind if I enjoy a fresh hole.”

It wasn’t a question, but Fading gave him an answering moan, wiggling her rump against him. “No master, my body is your to use how you wish.”

“I know.” He grabbed the base of her tail and pulled hard, using the leverage to start forcing his shaft into her. It was slick, already coated in lube and slid easily into her ass. Fading groaned and shuddered as her hole was forced open around his cock, accepting every inch into her depths eagerly, if slightly uncomfortably.

With a grunt he slammed himself in to the hilt. Leaning over the pillory, he whispered harshly into her ear. “Don’t expect me to take my time, whore.” She shook her head, of course not, she expected nothing but being used however her masters wished. “Good. Now be a good slut and make me cum.”

Pulling back he started to rut her, hard, fast, heavy thrusts that rocked her body in her bonds. One hoof pushing down on her back and one around her tail, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. Fading moaned, cried out, tried her best to let her newest master know she was grateful for being used, filled, fucked.

He stayed true to his word, it wasn’t long before she felt his thrusts slow down, his cock flaring out as he neared his limit. Both hooves grabbed the edge of her pillory, making the wood creak and groan as he pounded her like the worthless cock-sheath she was; scattered mutters reaching her. “Good…. Close… do it...fucking… gonna…. That’s it.”

Without warning he slammed into her as hard as he could, eliciting a surprised yelp from Fading that quickly shifted to a satisfied moan as waves of thick heat began flooding her ass. Blast after blast of thick cum being pumped deep into her as Flame rocked and thrust, milking as much out of his cock as he could and into the freshly minted slave.

Fading felt him shift as he leaned his head over the wooden beam to hiss into her ear. “Not bad whore, good enough for a quick fuck anyway. Pity you’re already broken though.” He let out a small, evil sounding chuckle. “Maybe some other time I’ll take you out into the ruins and get a real chase out of you.” With that he pulled out of her ass and left, leaving her feeling empty despite the two loads of cum still filling her.

Before she could get too forlorn at no longer being used for her masters’ pleasure like she should be, one of the stallions that had been standing around broke from the group and headed directly towards her. A light brown stallion with what looked like quite a robust coat. She smiled at him as he approached, eager to welcome her newest master.

As he got ready her eyes were drawn to movement in the gap he’d left. She saw her Mistress Berry sharing the joy of serving her with a jet black pegasus stallion in a slave collar, who was being held in a suspension rig as the Mistress had her way with him. She smiled at how generous her Mistress was with her slaves, any further thoughts on it cut off as the stallion in front of her reared back, put his hooves on her pillory, and slid his twitching cock in front of her face.

She stared at the majestic pillar of flesh and licked her lips, eager to taste its mottled length but waiting till her master told her what he wished for her to do. Finally he cleared his throat and shifted his hips, making the delectable treat bob and sway tauntingly in front of her. “Well? Are you going to get to work?”

Fading flinched at the rebuke. “Of course master, but this slave did not wish to overstep her bounds. Please, tell this slave how she might serve thee.” She leaned in closer, her nose filling with his heady musk as she awaited her commands.

The stallion chuckled, the pleased sound putting Fading slightly at ease. “I see, Gregor completely fucked your brains out did he?” He slapped his cock on her cheeks a few times. “Still, well behaved slaves are always a good thing. So, do you want my cock down your throat slave?”

“If that is what you wish, master. This slave exists only to be used for your pleasure, however thou desires. Please, fill this slave’s throat with your cock if that is how you wish to use mine body.” Fading let her mouth stay open, anticipating the glorious sensation of what was to come.

“Oh really, just a good little fuck-toy? No, you want this just as much. Go on, show me how much you want my cock. Earn the right to have your throat fucked.”

The bound mare pushed herself as far forward as her bindings would allow. She nuzzled the warm shaft standing in front of her, moaning in delight at the touch of it. She rubbed herself along every inch she could reach, feeling it, embracing it, every curve, every vein, every spot of differing color.

She pulled back and gently kissed the broad head, tracing along the glistening line of pre that had begun to roll down it. She heard her master gasp, his cock twitching harder at every touch. “Good, good slave… now tongue, use your tongue!”

At once she moved to obey, licking up the latest bead of pre before tracing a slow, seductive spiral around the flat head. At the rim, she teased her tongue around the sensitive flare, dipping down to the shaft occasionally before coming back up, never letting her master’s cock go more then a fraction of a second without her touch.

“Celestia’s tits! That’s a good little eager slave. I think you’ve earned a reward already.” He pulled back, one hoof reaching down to steady his shaft. “Alright, open wide.” Fading obeyed, spreading her lips as wide as she could, tongue hanging out, ready to welcome her reward. Her master nodded, took a second to aim himself, and slid forward.

Fading let out a long, low, sighing moan as her mouth was filled, letting her breath wash over the length as it sunk deeper and deeper. Her tongue lovingly tended to the delicious flesh as more and more was fed into her mouth. Her master didn’t pause at all as the head of his cock passed into her throat.

“Having fun Iron?” A deep, rumbling voice spoke up from behind her. Fading whimpered as her master paused for a moment.

“A bit, Jack. The Boss really found us a prize this time. Take it you’d like to join in?” The slave felt her tail twitching in it’s bindings, trying to eagerly wag back and forth at the idea of having more masters using her at once.

“If you don’t mind.” The deep voice was closer, coming more from above her. She could feel something large and warm settling on top of her, the stallion, Jack she assumed, barely needing to rear back to mount her.

Iron started to pull back out of her throat, Fading accepting the loss of her delicious treat without complaint, it was not her place to second guess what her masters did with her. “And I doubt she’d mind much, do you slave?”

The question came just as her mouth was freed, she quickly shook her head. “This slave exists to be used for its masters’ pleasure.”

Iron’s hoof stroked gently down her cheek. “A good answer, but we all know the truth, you aren’t just some little fuck-toy, you want it bad, you enjoy being rutted like a slut.”

Fading whimpered, then gasped as she felt something large and solid slide between her legs. “Heh, going by how hard her cunt is already dripping over my cock, I’d say that’s about right,” Jack’s deep voice came from above her, “Isn’t it whore?”

They were right, master was always right, but even more so this time. She needed it, she needed to be used, filled, given some purpose, some worth. But her needs mattered not compared to those of her master. “This-this slave will serve you however you wish, do not worry about its pleasure.”

A large hoof stroked the side of her neck comfortingly. “It’s alright, you can admit it” Jack rumbled behind her.

She bit her lip for a monet before letting out a moan, ths was clearly what they wanted to hear anyway.. “Then, aye! This slave wishes to be used, filled! This slave wants for naught but to be rutted, fucked, used endlessly!” Both stallions chuckled appreciatively as she spoke. “Please masters, please use me, fill me! Let this slave receive a gift of your seed!”

“Well, I was going to try and make you beg for it, but I think you’ve done a good enough job of that already.” The shaft pressing against her stomach drew back, sliding up and into place against her aching folds. “So, ready to get your cunt spread around my cock, slut?”

She whimpered and moaned in reply, doing her best to push back against the shaft prodding her.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Hooves gripped her sides, holding her gently but firmly as the thick shaft started to drive its way into her well slicked depths. Fading didn’t bother to hide or muffle the deep moan that echoed from her throat as pleasure shot through her body.

Iron kept gently running a hoof down her cheek and muzzle, smiling down at her while keeping his cock dangling so close to her mouth she could smell it. “There we go, such a good little slave. Now, open wi-!” He was cut off as Fading lunged forward as far as the wooden bonds would let her, her mouth opened wide as her tongue eagerly attacked the treat that had been taunting her.

The hoof that had been comforting her grabbed her mane and pulled hard, holding her head in place as Iron bucked forward, spearing his cock down her throat without warning. “Fine, if you are so eager for it.”

Fading moaned in bliss, filled from both ends, rutted like a wanton slut in full view of all, two wonderful masters putting her to work, it was exquisite.

Spitted between the two cocks, the slave did her best to please both. There was little she could do in her bonds for the large stallion pounding her aching cunt, but she did her best to squeeze down around him as much as possible. For the glorious shaft fucking her throat, she eagerly acepted every thrust, her throat relaxed and easily accepting his cock while her tongue lavished it with attention as it slid in and out.

“Fuck this slut is tight, her cunt’s trying to milk my cock all on its own.” After the first few hard thrusts Jack had slowed down, setting a steady, even rhythm of heavy, body rocking thrusts. The slapping of his hips and the scratching of his hooves on the concrete sounding out throughout the room.

“Well, the boss knows how to pick them, ohhhh fuck!” Jack’s thrusting was growing erratic, he held himself down for longer each time, though never so long as to make her even begin to struggle for air. His balls slapped on her chin; her tongue darting out to give them a lick occasionally.

“Damn… alright… slave ready for… your reward cumslut?” Fading eagerly nodded as much as she could around his shaft, her tail wiggling in its bindings. This was her prize, this was all she had to desire, the just reward of being a good slave, knowing she’d earned it by pleasing her master.

She closed her eyes as Iron flared out, his cock stretching her throat out even further. He let out a low moan as she felt his body tense. His cock throbbed inside her as the first heavy rush of potent seed poured down her throat. She eagerly swallowed, gulping down the gift while milking as much of it as possible from her master.

She kept up her work even as she felt him pull back, her mouth staying open wide and her tongue hanging out to catch a few shots of the delicious reward. She was confused why he was pulling out before she’d fully drained every last drop like a good slave should, but her answer came in moments as she felt something warm and sticky spray across her face.

Moaning in pleasure she accepted this unexpected gift, he was marking her, making it clear to all she was naught but a cum-dump for them to use, defiling her as fully as he could, only the fact she was panting for breath kept her from crying out her thanks for this act.

As the last rope of cream started dripping down her cheek she opened her eyes, a strand of cum blocking part of her vision as it stuck to her eyelashes. She smiled up at the beaming stallion who was looking down at her. “Thank you for letting this slave serve you master, and for AHHHHH!” She was cut off as the stallion still behind her slammed in hard, having held off while Iron finished his turn.

Iron chuckled and patted her unmarked cheek fondly. “You can thank me more later, for now, you have more cocks to tend to. Full name is Cast Iron by the way, hopefully I’ll see you around here, we can have a bit more fun than.”

Fading nodded her reply and gave him another grateful smile as he turned to leave. Her attention was brought back to the other master she still had to tend to as he tapped a hoof on the back of her neck. “Just you and me now, ay slut?”

“Yes, master.” She pushed back against his thrusts as best she could. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, the flare bulging slightly. He was close, but pacing himself, trying to draw it out.

“And still an eager little whore. Really hope you’ll be sticking around a while.” He leaned down, putting more of his weight on her back. “Especially if you get put to work in the breeding stalls.”

Fading let out a moaning gasp at the thought

“Ah, you like that idea? Being our little broodslut? Might need to wait on the pens though, might just get knocked up tonight, you’ll be fucked enough.” His thrusts were short, quick, just enough to keep him close to the edge as he taunted the slave under him.

For her part, Fading could only let out a low, whimpering moan as the thought echoed around in her head. How much she’d like that, knowing she was not only nothing but a fuck-toy, but also a brood-sow to her masters.

“Sounds like ya like that idea. Well, guess I’ll do what I can to help ya out. Ready for another womb full of foal batter whore? Or should I just pull out and spray it over your slutty little ass?”

“NO! Please… please master! This slave exists to please you. Please, she wants to be a good breeding bitch!” Fading remembered where she was, what she was, a rush of shame tempering her lust. “If, if you want that is. This slave exists to please you, however you choose.”

“Heh, you are well trained.” His hoof grabbed the back of her mane and pulled hard as he bucked his hips down. “Well, since you’re such a good slut, I think I can give you that nice cunt full of spunk you want as a reward for being so good at milking my cock dry.”

Two more quick, heavy thrusts and she felt him flare fully out, spreading her marehood wide and blocking any backflow, ensuring every shot would flood deep into her waiting womb. Moments later she felt the rush of potent heat pouring into her. Fading closed her eyes, letting yet another orgasm wash away all sensation but the glorious feeling of being bred.

She came back to her senses to a feeling of dull, aching emptiness in her well used cunt and the drip of something thick and warm down her thighs. A shadow moved into her limited field of vision, a white stallion with a dark mane coming into focus as he leaned down and nuzzled her. “That was a good slave. Now take care, and hopefully I’ll see you around here some other time. Name’s Jack Fire by the way.”

“Slave-12141,” She gave him a slightly sheepish grin. “Oh, and um, Fading Crescent. Thank you for letting me be used for your pleasure Master Fire.”

He chuckled and winked at her as he headed off out of sight, leaving the slave alone to wait for the next master to have their turn. Her rear end ached, as did her jaw, she was streaked with sweat, doubted she’d be able to stay upright if not for the bonds holding her in that position, and she could not remember the last time she felt so good, so free.

She was snapped out of her reverie by a hoof daintily running across her withers and down her shoulder. “Well now, the old bird scored quite the catch this time.” An unfamiliar female voice spoke up from behind Fading. “Pity you’re already a broken little cum-slut, I really would have enjoyed taking a turn breaking you.”

Fading remained silent, not sure how to respond to her latest mistress. The hoof slid down her barrel, across her flanks, and gave her rump a quick squeeze. “Nicely toned, just firm enough to be active and fit, good for lots of hard fucking, and just soft enough to feel all the better to pound.” The tingling pressure of a unicorn’s magic gripped both sides of her rump, squeezing, kneading, and massaging it roughly.

Figuring she should give some kind of response, Fading finally broke her silence. “This slave is glad you approve of her, mistress. This slave exists for no reason then to be used for your pleasure.” She was rewarded by a small chuckle from the unseen mare, followed by a hoof tracing circles around her aching marehood.

“Oh, I know all you are is a little fuck-toy. But it’s good you know your place.” Mistress’ magic pulled her folds apart, causing a fresh rush of spent cum to drip down Fading’s thigh. “Hmmmm, such a messy little toy too. Tell me slave, did you enjoy being rutted like a worthless whore?”

Fading hesitated a few seconds before replying, “Yes, mistress.” She knew that her pleasure wasn’t the point, that she had no right to enjoy anything, only to be the source of others pleasure, and yet she couldn’t lie to her mistress either.

“Ohhhh, why’d you tense up just now slave? Worried I’ll punish you for enjoying being a cum-dump?”

“I… This slave thought that was a possiblity, mistress. Please, punish this slave however you wish for disrespecting you.” Fading bit her lip, waiting for her mistress’ reply, a small ember of excitement burning at the thought of being properly put in her place.

The magic let go of her rump. “Tch tch, now now little slut, you are just being honest.” Fading felt lips press to her her flank. She relaxed, starting to get an idea about what type of mistress she was currently in the hooves of.

She then leaped up against her bonds as the mare bit the spot she had just kissed. “Heh heh, that wasn’t a punishment, that was just because I wanted to. But that’s perfectly alright, isn’t it slave?”

“Yes, mistress! This slave’s body is yours to do with whatever you wish, however you wish!”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it.” Something rounded and hard pressed against Fading’s folds, the slight tingle giving her the impression it was a magical construct of some kind. The toy slid along her damp lips, going slow, teasing her. “But… what a filthy body it is, just look at all that cum leaking out of these holes. See?”

The construct moved away from her marehood, a few seconds later it hovered into view, a gold colored, long, thin, rounded dildo made of solidified magic, held in a sparkling glow at the base. The tip of it was coated in spent cum, some of it dripping slowly down the shaft as it hovered in place.

Fading nodded, her eyes locked on the magical toy; her lips parted slightly in anticipation of what she believed was next. “Yes, mistress.” She waited for a response, the smell of the mixed seed and marecum filling her nose as the dildo swayed in front of her muzzle. When no reply came for some time, Fading spoke up again. “Would mistress like for me to clean her toy?”

Mistress patted her gently on the side with a hoof. “Would you like that? To taste your own slutty whore-juices mixed with all the spent, drying cum your masters dumped into you?”

Fading licked her lips and nodded again. So far mistress had wanted her to be honest, so it seemed better to continue being so. “Yes, mistress. This slave would enjoy cleaning her own defilement. If that is your wish.”

“Getting bolder are we? I said it’s natural for you to enjoy being fucked like the slut you are. But now, actually asking for things just because you would like them?” Fading flinched and whimpered at the reprimand. “Pity we don’t have more time together right now, but I’ll just have to make do with what we’ve got.”

The toy moved up, bypassing Fading’s mouth and burying itself in her mane. Mistress rubbed it clean, leaving a matted mess of drying fluids behind that Fading could feel must look so perfectly degraded and whorish.

“Still, the least I could do is make sure you get cleaned up a bit before the next round of stallions have their turns. Jade! Come over here at once, I have a job for you!”

Hooves clopped rapidly on the stone floor. A shadow on the edge of her vision caused Fading to crane her neck as far as she could, catching sight of a collared thestral trotting past her from the crowd.

“How may this slave serve you Mistress Fable?” A voice Fading presumed was ‘Jade’ asked from behind the bound mare.

“Do you see this?” Fading felt the tip of the magical dildo slide along her filthy slit, magic gripping her folds and spreading them wide. The mare whimpered at being shown off so casually, being put on display for this unknown pony; a fresh rush of warm liquid seeped down her thighs. “This cum-dump went and got filled. Be a good little slave and clean it out.”

“At once, Mistress Fable!” The dildo and magic drew back, only to be replaced a moment later by a long, dextrous tongue that began to slowly lick along the cum-stained edges of Fading’s marehood. Jade lapped up the drying seed that had splattered around her mound, occasionally sliding along her rump or down her thigh. Never quite touching her needy cunt yet.

A shadow fell over her as her mistress leaned over the pillory to half whisper, half purr into her ear. “Don’t worry, she’ll get to giving your filthy little cock-holes a good cleaning soon enough. You’re eager for that, aren’t you whore?”

Fading nodded eagerly, her tail twitching in its bindings. “Yes, mistress!”

She felt Mistress Fable make a motion and Jade’s tongue slid up her thigh, stopping just at the edge of her marehood where it began to trace tiny little circles, taunting the bound mare. “Didn’t we just cover how little what you want matters? Do you think I’m having you cleaned out for you to enjoy yourself?”

“No, mistress!” Fading whined, her rear end squirming as she tried to coax the tongue just a little higher.

Another unseen but felt gesture and Jade’s tongue fully withdrew, leaving Fading to suppress a disappointing whimper. “Then why should you be looking forward to it being done? This isn’t for you to enjoy?”

What had she done wrong? She knew her mistress was toying with her, but Fading was so lost at just how to react to this line of questioning after having been lulled into a clearly false sense of security by Mistress Fable’s casual manner. Her rear hooves squirmed in their bindings as she tried to nervously tap them on the ground.

Not wanting to delay her reply, lest it only anger her mistress more, Fading went with what seemed the proper response for a slave like her. “This slave did not mean it that way my mistress. Please, punish her for her failing to speak clearly. This slave was not speaking of anticipating her own worthless pleasure.”

Mistress Fable leaned closer, more of her weight resting on her slave’s back. “Oh? Then what did you mean?”

“This slave was merely eager for it to happen, because it was what mine Mistress wished. This slave wished only to be able to fulfill those wishes.”

Mistress Fable let out a low, throaty purr as a hoof stroked Fading’s neck. “You really are such a well trained slave; I so need to have a few private sessions with you.” Fading silently beamed at the compliment. Another gesture and the tongue returned to lapping softly at her damp folds. “However, here’s a little secret. Would you like to hear it slave?”

Fading’s tail twitched as she shifted on the padded beams holding her up, trying to resist the urge to moan as the batpony’s dexterous tongue probed deeper into her marehood. “If… If Mistress wishes to speak.”

A breath of warm air blew across the bound mare’s ear before Mistress Fable whispered in a low, husky voice. “It’s perfectly alright to enjoy being used as a cock-milking cum-dump. Especially for you, do you know why little slave?” Fading bit her lip and shook her head slightly. “Because of what you are, and do you know what that is?”

She knew this had to be a trick question, but she also knew how she was supposed to answer something like this. She gnawed on her lower lip for a few seconds, debating how to respond before once more going with how she thought a proper slave should. “This slave is nothing, mistress. Merely a vessel to serve for others pleasure. She is worthless beyond how her masters and mistresses wish to use her.”

She felt Mistress Fable move off her back, her hooves sounding out on the concrete floor as she moved behind her newest toy. “True, very true, but there is something else you are, deep down, something making this filthy cunt of yours drip at the thought of being a little fuck slave for the rest of your life. I think we need to educate you on just what that is.”

There was the sharp crackle of a phaser activating, a low but intense pain ran through her hindquarters as it was traced along her rump. It was lower than the setting she’d been branded with, high enough to hurt, but low enough for her to focus and feel every motion as it was dragged over her rear, letting her mentally picture the letters being left behind, spread out across her rear for all to see.

S-L-U-T

Fading moaned as the word was burned onto her body. She heard low whispers, too soft to understand and quickly drowned out by her gasp as Jade’s tongue shoved its way even deeper into her marehood, lashing about hungrily as the batpony sought to clean out the last bits of seed she could reach.

The mare pulled back, leaving Fading feeling empty once more. Hooves clicked on stone as Jade moved to stand in front of the other slave. Her mouth was closed, but her lips drawn up in a wide smile. Mistress Fable draped herself over Fading’s back one more, her warm breath washing over the slut’s ear. “There we go, all clean and ready to be used again. And for being such a good little slut, you get a nice little present.”

At a signal from the Mistress, Jade move forward, one hoof held onto Fading’s cheek, gently holding her in place as the other mare leaned in for a kiss. Fading parted her lips on instinct and her mouth was flooded with a rush of tastes as the batpony slave pushed the mouthful of mixed cum she’d been saving into it.

Fading didn’t have long to savor the mixture of flavors before Jade’s tongue slid into her mouth and pulled back the mass, only to shove it back a moment later, her tongue seeking out Fading’s. The two tongues entwined, moving the mass of seed and marecum back and forth as they toyed with each other. Fading closed her eyes, losing herself in the kiss, barely noticing as the exchanged treat slid away down the two mares’ throats.

Jade pressed harder to the other slave for a moment then pulled back, giving Fading a lingering look as her hoof traced across her cum splattered cheek. “Nice to meet you Fading. Hopefully I’ll see you in the pens later.” After a quick glance at the watching mistress she gave the newest slave a quick kiss on the nose and walked off out of sight.

“Mmmm, she’s such a good little slave, isn’t she?” Mistress Fable half moaned, half whispered into Fading’s ear. The slave just nodded in agreement. A small glow just above her let her know the mistress was using her magic again and a moment later another magical dildo began sliding along her damp folds.

“I really do wish I’d had a chance to properly break you, but maybe next time.” The dildo slid up to her clit, pressing gently to it while vibrating ever so slightly. “And as much fun as this has been, there’s plenty of horny ponies waiting for a turn.”

Fading nodded again, her breath coming out in small, platinive moans as the toy teased at her, moving just enough to keep her excited, but not enough to even start bringing her near cumming.

“Do enjoy yourself, slut. I suppose I could reward you by letting you cum.” The toy plunged into her cunt, the vibrations growing faster and more powerful. “But, I’m sure a whore like you would rather cum around a real cock as it ruts you even more senseless.” The toy vanished, leaving Fading to whimper at the sudden end of the sensations.

Mistress Fable slid off her back. “Take care of yourself, and have fun, we’ll talk later about some more personal fun.” With one last gentle pat that ended with a hard grope to her rump, Mistress Fable trotted away, leaving the slave to wait for her next master or mistress.

Mistress had barely gotten lost in the crowd before Fading felt another pony taking their place on top of her. No, wait, not on top, but over top of her. Whoever this pony was they were huge, easily able to mount her bound form without rearing up in the slightest.

She could feel them shifting around, their weight pushing her back and forth as the… stallion definitely a stallion. Everything else was pushed from her mind as she felt the head of a thick, heavy cock sliding along her dripping folds, taking just long enough to line up properly before sinking into them in a single long, steady thrust.

Fading bit her lip, holding back her moans before remembering what Mistress Fable had said, this was what she was, a slut, a useless whore, nothing but a cock-milker, and she should show how much she enjoyed her master giving her purpose. She eagerly pushed back against the thrust and let out a long, low moan.

The stallion didn’t seem to notice, simply pulling back out and slamming into her hard enough to rock her up against her bonds. He set to rutting her, hard, even thrusts repeated over and over, almost mechanically. He didn’t care about her, she was nothing, just a hole to fuck, a toy, a worthless cum-rag to be filled and forgotten.

That thought made her whimpering moans grow faster, louder. It was true, that was what she was, all she was, all she needed to be. Fading closed her eyes, reveling in being used like a good mindless slut should be, letting her master do as he wished, pleased to simply serve as his cum-dump..

“Wow, you put up a good fight, but when you break, you break. Seriously, where did Gregor find you, and please tell me there are more.” The familiar voice made her eyes snap open, her limited vision filled with a grinning red face.

“M-Mistress B...ohhhhhhh...Berry?” She returned her Mistress’ smile for a moment before her mouth dropped open into another loud moan as the stallion rutting her slammed in harder then before, his rhythm getting faster. “The-thank you Mistress… for showing this slave what she tr-”

She was cut off by a hoof to her lips. “Shhhh, yes yes, you are a good little slave, but I don’t think Cobalt really cares to hear you babble about that and I have a much better use for that tongue of yours.” Taking her hoof away Mistress turned around and spread her legs, her deep red folds glistening, thick white liquid oozing out from between them. “I think you know what to AH! Do!” The last bit came out in a surprised gasp as Fading pushed her head as far through the pillory as she could and voraciously attacked the offered prize.

Her tongue darted deep into it, eagerly lapping up every trace of seed she could find, her mouth filling with the sweet, almost fruity taste of her Mistress’ precious marecum and the thick, musky taste of the stallion she’d been riding earlier.

The steady, relentless pounding coming from behind faded into the background as Fading sought to please her Mistress, gave all her focus on working her tongue as deep into her glorious passage as she could, finding every last drop of cum, probing every fold, every inch, determined to prove herself as worthy.

Mistress responded by pushing back, forcing her marehood tight against the slave’s muzzle, making her fight for each breath, filling every one of them with her intoxicating scent. Still Fading pushed herself, worked her tongue in and out of Mistress’ cunt, did everything she could to please her. The low, throaty moans she could hear all the encouragement she needed.

Without warning Mistress Berry pulled away, leaving Fading blinking dully as she tried to register what had happened, her tongue still stuck out. Before she could recover Berry whirled around and lunged forward, sliding the slave’s tongue into her mouth, her own wrapping around it and pulling it deeper into a tight, passionate kiss.

“Oh fuck that’s hot!” A deep, resonate voice said from somewhere above and behind her. She felt her master’s cock throb hard, the head flaring out, spreading her even wider and making sure every shot of his seed filled her waiting womb. With one last hard thrust he let out a growl, his legs gripping her barrel tight as he flooded the cum-dump with his load.

The slave’s whole body shook as wave after wave of potent seed poured into her, Mistress Berry only pulling her into the kiss even tighter, wrapping a hoof around the back of her head, ignoring trails of cum matting her mane as she pulled Fading into the embrace. Berry unwrapped her tongue from Fading’s and sent it probing into the slave’s mouth, reaching nearly down her throat as if tasting the muffled moans that came up from it.

By the time the ponies on either side pulled back, Fading Crescent was left a panting, sweaty mess. She sagged heavily against her bonds, her limbs twitching with a mix of excitement and exhaustion. She heard heavy hooffalls as the stallion, Cobalt she assumed, walked off. Berry stayed in front of her and lifted a hoof to run gently, almost tenderly down her cheek.

“I don’t think I need to ask if you’re enjoying yourself.” The mare chuckled and reached for something out of Fading’s field of vision.

She nodded, taking a few tries to work enough moisture into her mouth to reply. “No Mistress, you do not. This slave’s pleasure is of no importance, she exists only to be used for the pleasure of others.” A dim, small part of her mind flickered to life, making her consider for a moment that wasn’t what Mistress had meant somehow. “But, regardless, yes this slave is enjoying being of such use.”

Berry laughed and shook her head. “Wow, you really go all in. Still, we can’t have our toys getting all worn out on their first day.” A straw was pressed to Fading’s lips, the mare taking it and suckng on instinct. The first mouthful of cool, clear water was a shock and she greedily drained the bottle. A fresh rush of energy hitting her as the liquid poured down her throat.

“Feeling better?” Fading nodded. “Alright, like I said, you don’t have to go pushing yourself too hard, so, need a break, or are you good to keep going?”

Fading bowed her head and thought, she was sore, she could feel cum drying and caking along her face and rear, her throat and rear ached from use, but she felt so good nonetheless. She looked back up at her Mistress, giving her a grateful smile for being so kind, so caring, giving her purpose, showing her what she truly was, and yet still caring about something as worthless as a lowly cum-dump. “This slave can still be of use Mistress. Thank you.”

Berry looked her over and grinned. “Seriously, you are so joining me and Gregor once birdboy is done whining about his bruises again.” Berry bent down and kissed Fading’s nose, giving it a small lick as she pulled back. “Alright, you enjoy yourself.”

Fading lost track of time after that; servicing one master after another, her thoughts an endless parade of cocks. She accommodated them into her cunt, her ass, her throat; they flooded her with cum, the rest splashing onto her. Not even the expert craftsmareship of the pillory’s comfortable padding kept her from feeling rubbed raw in some spots from the constant pounding.

She was so lost in the pleasure it took her several minutes to realize she’d been left alone once the final stallion had had his turn. She blinked open her eyes, strings of dried jizz held one of them shut for a few moments and everything looked blurry through it, while a white streak blocked off part of the other one’s vision, but it was enough to see her Master walking towards her. She did her best to smile and lift her head to greet him, but barely managed to move it a few inches.

Behind him was another pony, one it took a few moments for her exhausted, orgasm numbed brain to recognize, Master Wood! But, he looked upset, not angry but more… sad? She forced her tired, aching legs to push her up off the bench and raised her rump as high as she could. Maybe she could help him feel better.

Gregor stopped in front of his newest slave, Wood standing a step behind and to the side. He looked her over, a wide grin on his beak. “Well, it seems the little slut has enjoyed her new role.”

Fading nodded her head slowly, her voice coming out as little more than a hoarse whisper. “Yes Master. Thank you for, “ She paused to cough, drops of spunk splattering on the ground in front of her, “for teaching this slave her place.Would you like to make use of her my Master? This slave…” She trailed off, her throat too worn out to continue.

The griffon ran a talon gently down her neck. “No, I think you’ve done enough for now. In fact, Clockface.”

The word made her pause, it meant something,something special, what… what did her Master want. Fading Crescent closed her eyes, focusing on that word. A shiver ran down her body and she drew in a long, deep breath.

Luna opened her eyes as the latch to the pillory was undone and the top half lifted off of her. She blinked, trying to get her eyes to focus. One hoof shakey rubbed at them, fresh seed smearing along it, and dried cum flaking off of her face. She looked between the two as they unlocked her hind legs and unhooked the strap from her dock. She hissed in pain as she tried to move her stiff tail.

“So, did you enjoy yourself?” Both stepped back as Gregor asked the question, giving her a few moments to flex and stretch.

“Yes, immensely.” Luna tried to lever herself off of the pilory’s padded bench and stumbled, Wood moving in quickly to steady her before she fell. “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure herself if she was talking more to Wood or Gregor.

“Welcome.” She heard the stallion in a gentle murmur.

Gregor moved to her other side and ran his talons down her neck again, moving all the way across her withers and back. “I could tell, but always glad to hear it. But for now, what do you say to Wood taking you next door and getting you cleaned up?”

She looked between the two, a bit of aftercare was likely warranted about now, she could certainly use a good shower and some time to relax. But why Wood?

Gregor nodded as she looked at him and gave her a rather odd, almost worried grin for a moment. “I’ll come help if you want, but I’m sure you two can handle things.”

She felt the stallion supporting her shiver, or was it a flinch? She recalled the way he had looked as Gregor led him over and thought she understood what Gregor was doing. She leaned into the big stallion harder, resting her chin on the back of his neck. “Yes, I’m sure we’ll be quite fine. Thank you Gregor, tonight has been… far more than I ever imagined.”

He beamed as the three started heading for the door to the warehouse. “Well, it’s still early, no reason you can’t come back after you rest up a bit if you want.”

“True.” Her hoof caught on the edge of a mat and she nearly tripped, Wood quickly grabbed her, his large hooves surprisingly gentle as he helped steady her. She gave him a grateful smile and his expression actually shifted into something less morose.

“Don’t worry ma’am, I got ya.” His soft voice was lower than usual.

The two helped the tired, but quickly recovering alicorn out the door, Gregor giving her one last parting wave as Wood half led, half carried her into the aftercare rooms.

Author's Note

A special thank you to all the wonderful members of CTS who let their OC's take their turns showing 'Fading Crescent' her new life as The Talon's latest slave. All the new ponies taking a turn with her this chapter belong to one of them.

Aftercare: It's not just for the end

Just keep putting one hoof in front of the others. Knowing what she had to do and actually doing it were proving to be two very different things, even with somepony supporting her and helping to guide her. Even as she struggled to keep upright some small, deeply buried part of Luna’s mind dispassionately assessed her condition and the causes for every sensation.

The reasons for the dull, throbbing ache between her legs and under her tail were obvious, as was the raw, sandpapery feeling in her throat and her aching jaw. The lightheadedness and general feeling of disconnect between her mind and her body was just a result of the endorphins flooding her system. Her weak, trembling legs were another result of those, as well as from having been locked in one position for quite some time. The small, sharp pin-pricks of pain from the hairs on her coat being pulled at was just due to the drying fluids coating a generous portion of her body, and blanketing all these sensation was deep feeling of euphoria.

This was quickly processed and ignored, save for a quick internal giggle at how the part of her giving the report sounded like a mixture of Starsong and Mi Amore. She knew why she felt so good and so sore, she’d been repeatedly fucked by so many males she’d lost count, used as nothing but a convenient slut for them to milk their cocks with. And it had been glorious!

Sure she knew she could power through the hazy contentment blanketing her thoughts, but why would she want to? It felt so good, so relaxing, and she had a wonderful, sturdy, and very warm stallion guiding her steps, keeping her from even having to focus too hard on tha-

“Watch yer step here.” Luna paused on reflex at Wood’s murmured warning. She looked down to see she was one step away from bashing her leg into the stairs leading up to the building they’d been heading for. “Here ya go, let's get you up ther’ nice and safe.” The stallion slid his foreleg under her barrel and raised it up, not quite far enough to fully lift her off the ground, but enough to take a good deal of the weight off her hooves and guide her in a general upward direction.

She leaned closer to him for added support as she took the steps slowly, barely having to put in any effort as her companion helped her along, though always letting her control the pace. She knew there were only half a dozen steps or so, and yet it felt like she climbed several flights by the time they reached the top of them.

She stared blankly at the door for a few seconds as Wood finished helping her fully climb onto the porch in front of it. There was something wrong about it, something that she knew had to change. Something… Ah right, ‘tis closed. She reached out with her magic, a dim but steady aura surrounding the latch before she pulled it open. Wood pulled her back just enough to avoid the swinging door from clipping either of their muzzles before nodding towards her “Thank ya kindly. Not much further now, just through this door and ta the end ah the hall.”

She murmured what she thought sounded like appreciation and pushed closer to him as they stepped through the doorway. She gave the interior a quick glance, it looked run down, filthy, and just a few good blows from total collapse, yet she knew it had to be far sturdier and cleaner then it looked. She pushed further consideration of the decor from her thoughts as they moved deeper into the building, content simply to enjoy the trip, only half hearing the deep, low “Yer doin good.”s and “Just about ther’.”s

She looked up again as she felt her hooves landing on tiles rather than wood. The bathroom looked less run down than the rest of the building; the tiles were stained but not cracked, and all of the facilities appeared whole, if discolored. She felt Wood lean away from her and let out an annoyed grunt before she tried to follow his motion, only for him to return before she could figure out the best way to do so. “Now then, ready ta get in the shower and get cleaned off?” He twisted to face her, giving her a calm, reassuring smile, though something was off, he looked… different then before. Still, she nodded in reply. Her coat really was becoming rather uncomfortable, and she could feel the layers of dried fluids flaking off her as she moved. Why did removing such things have to be so much less pleasant than having it applied?

“Alright, just wait right here while ah get the water ready, then we’ll step right inta tha stall and get ya all cleaned up. Ya alright with that?” As he spoke he carefully leaned her away from him, staying in contact but moving her enough that she could lean on the wall for support. She didn’t want him to leave, he felt so warm, so secure. Luna closed her eyes and forced herself to take a deep breath, ignoring the ache in her throat as she did so. Her euphoria was starting to eb and she knew he wasn’t going to leave her for long. She nodded and shifted to take her weight off of him to make sure he knew she was ready.

“Just wait here a moment. Ah’ll be just a bit ahead ah ya. You’re doing so good, and we’re going to get ya good and takin’ care of.” She smiled at him and nodded again as he stepped into the large shower stall, easily big enough for three ponies, four if they didn’t mind being crowded. It was discolored like the rest of the room, but there were no cracks or rough edges in sight.

Wood twisted a few handles and water shot out of several shower heads placed around the stall. He adjusted them a bit, while staying clear of the downspouts, reaching a hoof to check them after every additional turn. “You prob’ly should keep yer gear on, it’ll need a good washin’ as well.”

Gear… gear… She lifted a hoof to her neck. Oh, right. Her hoof ran across her collar, feeling something thick and congealing smearing along it. Looking back to Wood she paused, “Oh, that’s what it was.”

“Pardon?” He looked over his shoulder at her as he stuck his hoof under a freshly adjusted water stream.

She smiled and cleared her throat, surprised she’d voiced that revelation aloud, less so at the continued scratchy rawness in her throat that made her keep her speech to a whisper. 'Twould be quite rude not to answer, would it not? “Neigh, our pardon. W-I noticed something seemed different about you.” She saw him freeze, a small flash of worry crossing his face before quickly being forced away. “I just noticed you’d taken your mask off.”

Looking to the side she saw it sitting on a shelf near the door, turning back as Wood replied. “Oh, that. Yeah, not much point in wearin’ it in here. Ain’t dirty and tends ta slip a lot when it gets wet, ya don’t mind do ya?”

“Neigh. Not at all.” She looked him over, actually focusing on his face. His broad, plain face was still sporting a wide, reassuring smile, his eyes soft, looking at her with clear care.

He stepped aside and gestured into the water filled stall. “Well then, water’s ready. Might be a bit on tha warm side at first, but it’ll help us get most ah that gunk off ya faster. Need a hoof gettin' in?”

Luna braced herself and pushed off the wall. She wobbled, her legs still feeling weak, but they supported her. “I should be quite alright.” She took a tentative step into the stall, then another. She could feel the tension coming from the stallion as he stood ready to catch her if she slipped.

She flinched as the first sprays of water started to hit her but lowered her head and continued on. As she moved under the nearest of the shower heads the unexpected blast of water caused her hoof to slip on the wet tile; before she could even worry about falling Wood had his hooves on her shoulders, helping her regain her balance. “Ah got ya.”

She leaned into his grip for a moment and then steadied herself. With his help she got fully under the three sprays of water. It was warm, and Luna considered that to other ponies it might even be uncomfortably so, or not, she could admit to herself she hardly had a good frame of reference; this was nothing compared to being enveloped in dragonfire was all she could be sure of.

Still, it did feel good. She lifted her face into the stream in front of her, feeling the warm water wash over her, stripping away the layers of caked fluids. Her sides twitched as she tried to spread her currently non-existent wings to better catch the falling water till she forced them to stop.

“Too warm?” Wood’s hoof was already on the handle to the water as he asked.

Luna leaned down and nudged the hoof away with her muzzle. “Neigh, ‘tis quite enjoyable, ‘twas nought but a small muscle spasm.” She moved closer to the downpour in front of her, lifting her head high to let the water wash down her neck and chest.

“Alright, if ya say so. Once ya get rinsed off, there’s a sort of bench on yer right ya can lay down on while ah help clean ya off proper like.” Luna twitched an ear back towards him, it was hard to tell under all the falling water but she thought there was a hopeful tone to his voice. She tried to twist her head to get a better look at him while making it seem like she was simply trying to adjust herself under the spray but only ended up with an eyeful of water.

Luna shook the water from her eye and more carefully looked back over her shoulder. Though a large portion of the drying spunk had already been rinsed off, a good scrubbing was certainly called for. “Thank you, ‘tis most generous.” She carefully lowered herself to the shower bench, having to take several tries before finding an adequately comfortable position.

Wood grabbed a long handled scrub brush in his mouth and moved over to her. “Aww, ain’t needed, ah’m supposed ta be taken' care of ya ain’t I?” She could almost hear him blushing. “Now, ah might need ta scrub a bit hard in some places ta get all tha gunk off, don’t be afraid ta tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

Luna nodded and closed her eyes, enjoying the soothing, relaxing warmth of the water washing over her as she let herself probe her condition again. The moist air was doing quite a lot to help her throat and she could breath deeply with nary a twinge. Her rear was still a dull, throbbing ache all over, yet it was fading. The water had done a remarkable job cleaning off the bulk of the various fluids that had been clinging to her already, she still felt a bit worn out and tired but that could be as much from the warm shower as…

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Her train of thought derailed in a long, soft moan as Wood went to work, the brush scrubbing along her withers and down her shoulders. She stretched her neck out as he moved upwards, twisting it back and forth without needing to be asked to help him reach as much of it as he could.

He stopped short of her face and shifted back down towards her barrel again. “Ya doin' alright?”

“Oh yeeeees~” Luna half crooned. She knew this wasn’t nearly as exquisite as a good, proper massage but right now it didn’t matter. She looked back to see a calm, contented grin on Wood’s face as he worked the brush further along her body.

He stopped just as he reached her rump, shifting to scrub along her leg instead, the brush digging in harder as he reached the most heavily defiled areas. On reaching the bottom of her leg he stepped back and looked her over. “Okay, doing good so far, but now ah gotta take care of some places that are gonna be a might delicate. Again, ah’ll try ta go easy as ah can. Now, can yah roll onto yer back for me?”

Luna did her best to roll over on the slick bench, needing Wood’s help to actually do it without falling off in the process; his large hooves gently holding her shoulder as he gave her just enough leverage to do it mostly under her own power. The tile, or whatever the thing was made of, dug into her back and the position would grow quite uncomfortable rather quickly, but it was good enough for what was needed. She kept her legs spread without needing to be reminded, feeling just the slightest twinge of excitement as the stallion slipped his head between them. She braced herself as he leaned in, flinching at the first touch of the brush before she could force herself to be still.

Wood started on her legs, moving down them in long, gentle strokes. He made it nearly to the base of her thigh before moving over to the next one; if she didn’t know better she’d half suspect he was teasing her. Out of curiosity she let her eyes drop down to look underneath him. She wasn’t surprised in the least to see he’d dropped out of his sheath, the warm shower alone was enough for that, but other than that the beast didn’t look to be twitching in the slightest.

She did notice something else moving; his short tail was twitching back and forth, not quite enough to really count as ‘wagging’ but it was close. She watched it for a bit longer till its owner finally moved down to start cleaning off her recently well abused marehood. Luna had to bite her tongue to prevent letting out a hiss as the spongy brush pressed down on her still delicate and sore flesh. Either sensing her reaction or just anticipating it her companion let up slightly. “Ah know, this area’s gonna be sore for a while, but it’ll be a lot worse if it ain’t taken care of. You gonna be alright while I finish up?”

“Aye, we’ve had far worse pain and survived.” Why did his tail stop moving when I said that?

Wood flicked an ear and nodded. “Ah’m sure, but still ah’ll make this as quick as ah can.”

He proved true to his word, taking no more than a minute to fully clean her groin before moving on up her belly and chest. As he shifted to getting the side he’d missed on the first pass, Luna thought she could hear a low, tuneless humming just under the sound of the water. She watched his face as he worked to scrub clean the last few blemishes on her coat; his eyes were focused on his work and his mouth was still turned up in a content little smile, behind him she could see his tail twitching back and forth once more.

“There we go, all done.” Wood stepped back from her and set his brush aside as Luna rolled back onto her stomach. “If ya stand up ah can look ya over once more, make sure ah didn’t miss anything, but we should be good.”

“Mmmmmmmm, it already feels so much better,” She stretched out and slipped off the bench in a single fluid motion, “Thank you, Wood.”

The stallion looked almost shyly aside, and though hard to tell in the warmth of the shower, Luna thought she saw a small blush spreading over his cheeks. “No need ta thank me.” He turned to the side and gestured at an odd assortment of nozzles in one corner of the shower stall, speaking just quick enough to make clear he was trying to change the subject. “Before we finish up, ya want ta…?” He trailed off and waved his hoof at the apparatus again.

Luna moved over to examine it, two nozzles stood out from the wall, one above the other, both just about even with the bottom of her barrel and facing upward. Below them a hoof operated switch sat on the floor. She pushed down lightly on the pedal and as expected water came shooting up from the nozzles.

She heard Wood chuckle awkwardly and looked back to see him rubbing one hoof behind his head. “You um… you ever used one of those before?”

“Unless this device is some form of drinking fountain, which I cannot fathom why one would be inside of a shower, then neigh.”

“Oh… well it’s umm…” He shook his head and moved closer, one hoof pointing towards her backside. “It’s ta help finish cleaning up from... messy? Yeah, ‘messy’ sessions. You um… turn around and it, sort of helps keep you from leaking afterwards…”

She looked at his face, which was most definitely redder than could be explained by just the shower, and back to the device, reassessing its height and where the nozzles would be pointed. “Ah, I see. Most ingenious.”

Luna turned around and positioned herself over the cleansing device. “So, I simply stand here and press the switch?”

“Uh-huh, though go slow, those things can be kind of po-”

Whatever else Wood was saying was lost to Luna as she slammed her hoof down on the pedal-switch, pressing it flat to the floor and unleashing the full force of the water directly at her most sensitive areas.

As a long time, though often overlooked and unobtrusive, patron of the arts, Luna had a fairly solid grasp of musical theory. She knew from the few times she’d been moved into joining in a Heartsong her own voice was a husky contralto. What she had not known till now was that under certain conditions she could hit and hold a near perfect ‘high C’.

The echoes of her impromptu performance were still bouncing around the bathroom, or perhaps it was just her ears ringing it was hard to tell, as Wood helped her out of the shower stall. She stepped gingerly, nearly on tip-hoof with her rear legs as she walked, her rump held high up in the air.

“Are ya sure yer okay?” The stallion’s voice was tinged with quite a bit of concern.

“Aye. ‘Twas most uncomfortable, but We have endured far worse.” She did her best to give her companion a reassuring smile while also seeing if her rear would consent to being lowered; it did so slowly. “However, I do believe that I may state with some certainty that We have been most effectively cleaned. Indeed, far cleaner than ever most likely.”

Wood chuckled and Luna felt his tension ease a bit. “If ya say so. Now how about we get you dried off,” he gestured with his head towards the drying stall in front of them, “then let me look ya over, make sure there ain’t anything wrong ya ain’t feeling?”

Luna nodded and took the clear offer for her to use it first. “That would be proper procedure, yes.” She checked the simple set of controls before very, very slowly, and very carefully depressing the activation pedal. She most certainly did not flinch nor utter any kind of undignified sound of surprise that the uncharitable might describe as a ‘squawk’ as the cubicle came to life with a rumbling hum and warm air washed over her from every angle.

It only took a few minutes for her to get suitably dried out and vacate the booth to allow Wood his turn; the stallion taking noticeably less time to dry before vacating the dryer, moving to collect his mask from its shelf and nodding towards the door. “Need any help still, or just wanna follow me ta one of the bedrooms?”

“I believe I can walk adequately well now thanks to your wonderful care. Please, lead on.”

Taking her place behind him, she followed him back out into the run down hallway, taking the time to actually look around this time. The building did indeed look like somepony would picture such a thing after years of neglect and abuse. Holes dotted the walls, cracks ran over everything, dark spots in the corners hinted of growing colonies of mold. The ponies who designed this had done a remarkable job to instill such a sense of disrepair without compromising any of the actual structural integrity.

“This one looks empty.” Luna turned from her examination of the decor as Wood pushed open a warped looking door. A familiar and wholly out of place scent hitting her as he did so.

Wood paused halfway through the door with a puzzled ‘huh’. Luna leaned around him to look inside, entirely unsurprised at seeing a very familiar tea set sitting on a table in the middle of the room, steam rising from the already filled cups.

She half sighed, half chuckled as she bumped Wood’s rear with her own. “Go on, we do not want to let the tea get cold.”

Wood looked back at her then at the tea set again before shaking his head and stepping into the room; Luna quickly followed after and closed the door behind her. She reached out with her magic, taking both full cups and carefully levitating them over, holding one in front of her muzzle while keeping the other hovering within hoof’s reach of Wood till he took it.

The stallion sighed and shook his head again before leaning over the cup sitting on his hoof and giving it a careful sniff. “Given all tha stories, ah know ah really shouldn’t be surprised at this, and yet…”

Luna sipped her tea, one of her favorite lavender blends, while giving him time to process things as she moved over to the room's bed, a broken down looking collection of metal bars and springs with a single mattress perched in the center, and settled herself. While hardly what one might call ‘luxurious’ the mattress proved to be far more comfortable then it looked.

As the springs squealed from her shifting weight, Wood looked up from the tea cup. “Sorry, guess ah got a bit distracted.” He moved to the other side of the bed and settled his cup on the nearby nightstand. “You alright with me looking you over a bit? Make sure there’s no sores or cuts or anything hiding somewhere?”

She nodded, taking one more mouthful of tea before setting her cup down next to his. “Aye, as said, ‘tis expected, though I do feel much better already.”

Wood smiled at her, but made no move to lean closer. “Well, it’s also kinda important ta check these things. You ah…” His cheeks flushed just a bit and Luna saw his leg twitch up a fraction of an inch, as if he caught himself before rubbing his head. “You mind taken off yer gear? Just so I can make sure there’s no bruises or anything under them.”

“Oh… right!” She felt her a small bit of heat working its way up her own face at forgetting this. She lifted a hoof and looked over the cuff still strapped onto it, having all but forgotten they were even there. “Just a moment.” She quickly unlatched each of them and set them aside before undoing her collar to add to the pile.

“There we go.” She rolled onto her back and gave him a playful smirk, “All yours.”

Wood gave her a quick look that reminded Luna of a nervous school colt before he slid further onto the bed, his large, solid form looming over her. He took one of her forelegs between his hooves. While her ‘Fading Crescent’ disguise was smaller than her true form it was hardly what one would call ‘scrawny’ or any other such term, and yet her limb looked like a brittle twig between his hooves. Despite that, they moved with amazing care and gentleness as he slid along her leg, probing for unseen injuries.

Luna watched him work for a time; as he shifted to her other foreleg her gaze drifted up to his face. His eyes were focused on his task while a small, contented looking smile rested on his muzzle. Her own eyes traveled down his body; down his bowed neck, his brown and green mane still slightly damp and clinging to it; across his broad, light brown shoulders, the muscle rippling as he moved; quickly slipping along his chest; and then focusing on the shadowed area below him, which sadly remained shadowed, his position on the bed blocking her view of what she’d been hoping to find.

“You okay?” The sudden question caused her to look back up and blink in confusion, “You look, kind of disappointed.”

Had she? Yes, Luna realized she had in fact started to pout. She quickly forced the expression away and shook her head. “Sorry, I apologize. ‘Twas but a passing thought, nothing wrong with your care at all. Quite the contrary.”

The stallion looked clearly relieved and let out a small sigh. “Alright, just tell me if there is anything wrong, alright?” She nodded her agreement as he got back to work, his inspection moving to her chest and then down along her body. By the time he reached them her hind legs were spread quite a bit further apart than would be needed, though Wood seemed to take no notice, moving along to inspect the spread limbs without the slightest pause.

Part of her wanted to start pouting again, but she quickly pushed that aside. Besides, the clear care and attention he was paying to her was rather satisfying in its own way, and she probably should let him finish his inspection before anything else.

He finished her last leg and leaned back from her. “Okay, it’s looking good. Bit of redness along yer belly from getting rocked on that bench for so long, but ah wouldn’t even call it chafing, let alone somethin’ serious, likely be gone by tomorrow. Can ya roll over and let me check your back?”

Luna complied with the request, turning her head to watch him as he worked. She watched in silence as he finished up. Only once his hooves had gotten close to her rump did she speak up. “Thank you, again, your care has been most exceptional.” She grinned at the blush that started to spread over his muzzle. “We are feeling much recovered.” She shifted her rear legs, moving her rump a bit higher off the mattress and ‘coincidentally’ shifting just enough so his hooves slid a bit further down. “How about you,” She paused, quickly tried to come up with an appropriately seductive and yet playful modern bit of vernacular to use, started to panic as the pause began to draw out long enough to be awkward, thought on what her niece would do in this situation, forced aside the image of Mi Amore laughing at the position her aunt had gotten herself into, realized his hooves had moved off her rump, mentally facehoofed at herself, gave up on getting the ‘perfect’ term and tried to come up with anything at all to say, debated not saying anything else at all, and finally had her mouth reject that option and go with the first term that Luna had ignored at the very start as being far too cliched and trying to find something better led to this entire chain, “stud?”

The room filled with a long, awkward silence. Wood sat near the edge of the bed, his forehooves nervously tapping on the mattress while he looked away from Luna. Luna kept her rump in the air a bit longer before finally lowering it and sitting up. She lifted a foreleg towards the stallion, her mouth opening then closing as she lowered her leg back down. She closed her eyes, focused on the calming exercises Mi Amore and Starsong had taught her, pushed aside her mind’s attempts to go back through the last few moments and find where she had screwed up, and forced herself to focus on what to do now.

“We… I… I apologize, if I was out of line just now. I am not very good at… would that count as ‘flirting’?” She forced her ears to perk up and to give her best attempt at a cheerful smile as she spoke.

Wood sighed and shook his head before turning to look at her, what Luna could only describe as a ‘pensive’ expression on his face. “No, no… Ah mean yeah, ah guess that counts as flirting but, this wasn’t you. Ah’m just, not in the mood right now.” He gave her a smile that looked just as forced as Luna was sure her own did.

Luna shifted closer to him and placed a hoof lightly on his shoulder. “Is there anything you would like to talk about?”

He shook his head again and took a deep breath before replying. “Nah. Ah’m glad you’re feelin' better but don’t let me ruin yer night. If yer good, head on back and have yerself some fun, ah’ll be fine. It’s nothin new, just...” He trailed off and gave her another forced smile. “Ah’m fine.”

“No, clearly you are not.” Luna moved till she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, regretting her current lack of a wing to wrap around his back. “The end of the last hour may be a bit hazy, but I do clearly recall how you looked when you and Gregor came over. ‘Twas not just due to your skill that he sent you over here with me, was it?”

As Wood let out a sigh, Luna could feel his shoulder slump. “No. But it’s nothin’ you need ta worry about. Ah just need a bit of time, and helping ya out has already got me feelin’ better.”

He sounded quite sure, almost as if… Luna’s ears peaked up as things clicked into place for her. “‘Tis not the first time thou has suffered such a melancholy.” He shook his head, even though her remark had not been meant as a question. “Thou wert fine when I saw you depart. Something happened during your hunt that caused this malady? Something that has happened before?”

He nodded again before shaking his head and pulling slightly away from her. “Yeah, but, again this isn’t somethin’ ya need ta-” His words were cut off as Luna put a hoof to his lips, her other foreleg reaching around to pull him back to her.

“Neigh, thou has helped me greatly and thy care has been extraordinary. Fain would I return the favor, even ‘twere it not mine duty. Even if all that I might do is listen to thy worries.”

His hoof reached up to remove hers from his muzzle and he took a long, slow breath. “Ya ain’t goin’ ta give this up till ah talk, are ya?” She shook her head quite emphatically. “It... it really ain’t nothin’ new and… and ah mean…” He took another deep breath and closed his eyes. “It just, feels weird ta complain about something most other stallions would brag about.”

Luna felt more pieces of the puzzle click into place, her eyes darted down under Wood, his rather generous package still mostly shadowed but not hidden. As she looked back up she met his gaze and he nodded, looking equally ashamed and embarrassed. “Ah, I take it something happened while you were out ‘hunting’?”

He nodded and looked away from her. “Yeah. But like ah said, ‘tain’t nothin ah haven’t dealt with before. Normally ah don’t mind if some mare clockfaces cause she can’t take well…” His hoof gestured vaguely downward. “Ah get it, ah do, ain’t their fault. But, every now and then it just…” He trailed off with a shrug.

“It hurts, to be reminded you are different, to be denied that which others take for granted because of who you are.” Luna leaned in closer to him, one hoof calmly running down his short mane.

Wood looked over at her, a confused mix of emotions on his face before a genuine, if slightly sad, smile spread across his muzzle. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

Luna took the tea kettle in her magic, pouring him a fresh, still warm cup and levitating it over. “Here, it really is quite a good blend to help soothe the nerves.” She waited till he had accepted the fresh cup and began to sip it before floating over his mask. It was solid red with only a few orange colored trees embossed on it for decoration.

“I know one is not supposed to make judgment or assumptions about another’s preferences within the Society, and please do not take this as such, but I must say, if not for our previous encounter I would have believed gold to suit you better.”

He gave her a noncommittal shrug as he kept his focus on the teacup. “Maybe… ah mean, don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy this Borderlands play, ‘specially with the boss around, he always makes sure things don’t get out of hoof… or I guess claw? Really makes sure everypony is taken care of right. It’s just… well, at least out here, mares are looking for a bit of a rough time.”

Luna nodded encouragingly while refilling her own teacup and letting Wood continue. “It’s not that ah only like being rough or anything but well…” He trailed off, taking a sip of his tea before continuing. “It’s just, hard ta not be with,” his free hoof gestured downward.

The image of the stallion gratefully embracing and thanking the disguised Mi Amore for her work as a Den Mother flashed through Luna’s head, ‘Tis not likely he has not tried and things did not go well at some point. She tried running through her knowledge of the various guilds and establishments she knew of within the Society, trying to find one that might be able to provide what he seemed to desire.

“Ah mean, ah know there’s mares out there that are really into that sort of thing.” He set his now empty cup down and closed his eyes. “But, well, ah nevermind.”

A second empty cup joined his as Luna leaned over, one hoof lightly turning Wood’s face to meet hers, hoping her expression showed her interest and concern properly. “Please, continue your thought, there are mares specifically looking for well endowed paramours but?”

He held her gaze a few more seconds before blushing and looking away. “But well, it’s just that… and now ah ain’t saying they’re all like this, ya hear… but the ones ah have met it’s, it’s hard ta explain ah guess but, when ah was with them it felt like they didn’t really care much about anything beyond well,” Another quick hoof gesture downwards.

“Ah, I see,” she leaned closer, wrapping her leg around his shoulders in a half hug, or at least as close to one as she could manage with him. “You felt as if what mattered was not yourself, but simply the service you provided, what they could gain through you? That they saw you not as a pony, but a pr-a product.” Luna mentally scolded herself for the near slip.

It was hard to tell in the dim lighting but she thought she saw Wood’s cheeks blush a bit deeper as he nodded. “Yeah, something like that. You… yeah you would…” He shook his head and looked back at her, a genuine looking smile on his muzzle. “I mean, thank you, for understanding. Ah know it’s not fair, and ah know there’s likely plenty that won’t and, maybe it’s just all in my head but-”

“But that does not make it feel any better nor invalidate the pain it causes.” She leaned up and kissed his forehead while grabbing her collar in her magic and floating it over. “Aye, ‘tis something I have come to understand all too well as of late. You wish for closeness, for intimacy, not just physical entertainment.”

“Well, ah ain’t saying that part can’t be fun too sometimes.”

“True, but you struggle finding a partner who is both interested in such a gentle, intimate session, and would not be scared off or hampered by… shall we say certain physical limits. Would that be fair to say?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Ah wouldn’t say it that fancily but, yeah ah guess that sounds about right.” Luna held up her collar, one hoof tracing along the golden colored band that encircled it. It took a few seconds before she saw things click into place and understanding spread over his face. “Oh, well, ah mean… you… you really don’t have ta, plus well, you're here for something’ else…”

She put the collar down and placed a hoof over his mouth again. “Shhh, I am not suggesting we do anything immediately, I merely wished to point out that I am not adverse to such a liaison, and that I have already quite suitably demonstrated my ability to, I believe ‘Handle the beast’ is the appropriate euphemism.”

She started to pull her hoof away and stopped with it still hanging in front of his muzzle. “Furthermore, let me state clearly that this is not something I am saying out of pity or a sense of obligation. I have genuinely enjoyed my time with you so far and am sincere in being open for more.”

This time the blush was unmistakable as he visibly struggled to find the proper response, finally hanging his head with a sigh. “Thank you, for tha offer and, well, it’s mighty tempting. Can’t say ah ain’t interested. Probably will take ya up on it just, well not right now. Ah’m feeling better and you’ve more than helped already. Ah really don’t want to take up more of your night.”

“I understand, and by all means take your time.” She looked around the room, hoping to find, ah there it is. She pulled a box off a nearby shelf and brought it over with her magic. “Perhaps later tonight, it would not do for a slave such as I to gainsy one of my masters if he wished for me to attend him. If not, then some other time.”

“Alright, and again, thanks. So, you ready ta get back ta your fun?” He looked up and gave her a grateful smile, his eye darting curiously to the box as she set it down on the bed.

“Yes, though it would be most unseemly for a slave to return unkempt. I should look my best, if for no reason other than to give my masters the added joy of making a mess of me again.” She opened the box of mane and coat care tools. “If it is not an imposition.”

Wood’s grin widened and he slipped one of the coat brushes onto his hoof. “Not at all. Why don’t you just lay down and let me take care of that.”

She did so, stretching out and sighing deeply as he began his work.

Author's Note

So sorry for how long this took, mixture of 2020 and just general issues, but I'm back on track and more chapters are ready to come very soon. A little interlude with Luna and Wood as she recovers from her introduction to the crew, hope you all like it, and more sexy fun times are on deck for the next chapters.

Into the Wastelands pt 1

Luna paused and looked around as she exited the saferoom building, unsure what the proper protocol was for a slave returning to service on her own. What she could only call the courtyard of the camp was next to deserted, the cage was empty and there was only a single pony visible on top of the fortifications; who seemed to be more focused on eating than standing guard. Only the sounds coming from the main building gave testament to the camp still being in use.

No, no worrying, no getting hung up on what to do. You don’t need somepony to hold your hoof all the time. Just go in there and see what happens. Taking a deep breath she nodded and set off for the warehouse. The sound of her hooves on the stone made the lone guard look up, but he simply gave her a friendly wave and went back to his meal.

She paused at the door, taking a few more deep breaths and trying to prepare herself for whatever would happen when she went in. Just as her hoof grabbed the handle, the door swung inwards, jerking her forward. Before she could regain her balance there was a gasp and something slammed into her, shoving her back the other way; limbs wrapped around her body, squeezing tight enough to knock the breath from her. It took much of Luna’s focus to restrain herself from lashing out to free herself while struggling to process what was happening. Her vision was filled with a mass of green that looked like somepony’s mane and smelled faintly of strawberries. Strawberries?

“B-Berry?” The word was gasping and breathless, barely audible even to herself but it seemed to do the trick as the crushing grip around her ribs eased as the mare released her and stepped back.

“Hey you! Back for more?” Berry was grinning at her. Behind her a black coated, collared pegasus stallion stood, his leash laying on the ground and his expression a small, knowing smile directed at Luna.

“Umm, aye.” Luna wasn’t sure if the creek in her ribs as she caught her breath was entirely in her imagination or not.

Berry’s grin widened and she let out a small chuckle. “I knew it, I knew you’d end up being a total slut, especially after that performance, I mean, damn! Kind of a shame we didn’t have more of the crew around, you might have actually set a new camp record.”

“Record?” She was doing her best to follow what the excited mare was saying and was sure she was only partially successful at it. She looked back to the stallion waiting quietly behind Berry, “Umm, yours?”

“Mine? Nah, no way. Even if I was into that there aren’t enough cocks in here that could handle trying to take me for me to even come close.” She picked up the stallion’s leash and sighed. “Now, as much as I’d love to see, and help, you get fucked senseless again, I gotta go.” She leaned closer to Luna and rather firmly booped her nose. “And you had better be coming back again soon. I still want that threeway with you, me, and bird-boy.”

The unicorn rubbed her nose as the hoof was removed. “Oh, and just a heads up, “ Berry continued before Luna could respond further, “I’d stay clear of the cage till the yelling dies down, they’re having a Quiet argument.”

Luna blinked hard and her lips formed a silent ‘what?’. She blinked again and shook her head. “Umm, wait… a loud, quiet argument?”

Berry rolled her eyes. “I know, I know.” Behind the earth pony, the stallion smacked himself in the face with one wing and hung his head. “I mean, I do get it, kind of. Not the appeal of them, that one I just…” She shrugged and shook her head. “But whatever. Lots of stuff around here I don’t get off to, but if somepony does find something that does it for them, have fun! But don’t expect everyone around you to always play along with your fantasy either. Why can’t ponies get that?”

“I… do not know?” It was the only response she could come up with, having fully lost any idea what was being discussed.

“Yeah, me either. But someponies just have to dig in and complain about it. Just be glad my brother isn’t here, once he gets going about this he just will not shut the buck up! Makes me wish I had a cock all the time so I could just shove it down his throat when he starts ranting.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, I mean, only fair given how often I’ve sucked him off. Maybe I’ll bring him by, he’s not a big fan of this place but I’m sure he’d love to meet you.” Berry gave her a grin so suggestive Luna could feel her cheeks starting to heat up. “Oh yeah, that could be fun.”

The stallion tapped a hoof on the ground and cleared his throat. When Berry turned back to look at him he lifted up the leg his PipSub was attached to and tapped it with a wingtip. “Berry, the time?”

The mare groaned and waved her hoof at him “Yeah yeah, not like Punchy really cares if I show up for my shift a bit late.” She turned back to face Luna. “But he’s right, we do have to get going.”

“I see,” Luna took a step to the side, giving the two room to move past her as they left the building. “In that case, do not let me detain you further. It was a pleasure meeting you fair Berry.”

“Oh yes, yes it was indeed quite the pleasure wasn’t it.” Berry winked as she started to move past Luna, paused, then turned back to her and reached out with a foreleg.

Luna tensed, preparing herself to be pulled into another crushing hug, then relaxed and looked down at the leg in puzzlement as it simply rested gently on her shoulder. Looking back to the other mare, Berry’s expression had changed, her wide, mischievous grin had softened to a warm smile. When she spoke, her voice was quieter, lacking the slightly manic energy it normally had. “Seriously though, Fading, you are doing just fine here, alright?”

“I… umm… thank you?” Luna looked down at the leg resting on her shoulder then back to Berry’s warm, almost gentle expression and gave her a thankful smile, feeling herself relax a bit. “I mean, thank you. This one is pleased she is performing to her mistress’ satisfaction.”

“Heh, oh you are, but I wasn’t talking about that, at least not just that.” Her hoof tightened its grip on Luna’s shoulder slightly. “Look, I’ve spent waaaay too long around my brother to not notice when a pony is seriously nervous about interacting with other ponies and I just want you to know you are doing that just fine so far.”

Luna lifted her leg to rest on top of the one Berry had on her shoulder and looked away from the mare’s face, blinking a bit of excess moisture from her eyes as she did so. “Thou art not wrong and I thank thee for thine words.”

“Good. Just remember that everypony, and griffon, definitely every griffon, here wants you to have fun and enjoy yourself. Don’t feel like you need to do anything to prove yourself or to make us happy unless that’s what you want. Gregor doesn’t let creatures who aren’t like that into the crew.” She paused and let out a thoughtful ‘hmmmm’ for a moment. “Alright, Nova is kind of a dick, but there’s a whole long story with him I really don’t have time for. But other than that, you really don’t have to worry about anypony here not liking you or getting upset if you don’t talk or act perfectly. You are doing just fine.”

Looking back to Berry, Luna felt herself yet again at a loss for how to respond to the mare. After a pause just long enough to start feeling awkward she nodded and squeezed Berry’s hoof tighter. “Thank you, again. ‘Ti- it is good to hear that said.”

Berry chuckled, reaching out with her other foreleg to pull Luna into a slightly less rib creaking hug. “Alright, now you get in there and have fun, and I better see you again soon!”

Luna returned the hug this time, enjoying the embrace. “I shall do mine utmost to do so as soon as I am able, on that you can be assured dear Berry.”

“Good, do that.” Berry broke the hug and stepped back, waving Luna towards the still open doorway, her usual wide grin returning as she did so. “But for now, go get yourself fucked.”

Chuckling, Luna made for the door, her head held high, eager to find out what awaited her and completely unprepared for the heavy smack to her rump Berry delivered as Luna passed her. She stumbled forward, only avoiding falling on her face by grabbing the door frame. Looking behind her, Berry and her stallion were already trotting off across the square, the mare looking over her shoulder and winking at Luna once as she went.

Regaining her hooves and letting out an exasperated sigh Luna stepped into the warehouse, pausing to give her vision time to adjust to the dimmer light as she looked around. The camp was noticeably more active then it had been earlier, pairs and larger groups of slaves and masters scattered around the floor enjoying the various equipment. The nearest group was a cluster of stallions gathered around two mares locked into place on top of a pair of wooden beams. The stallions, no there was a mare standing among them too, the doms were working over their current victims, a large tray of pleasurably painful looking tools set up near them for use in coaxing moans and whimpers from the bound mares.

Luna took half a step towards them, there was space for another mare, and quite a few doms. Her eyes dropped down, tracing over the numerous freely displayed cocks, each one hard, pulsing and swaying underneath the stallions, ready for a good slave to do her duty and milk it dry.

She stopped and shook her head, No, do not rush, do not just mindlessly jump into the first thing that seems like fun. Giving the wonderful collection of shafts one last appreciative look, she turned to the rest of the warehouse. The largest collection of ponies was around a ring of sandbags. Multiple masked ponies stood around cheering and jeering at four collared mares in the center who were in some kind of heated combat involving large rubbery sticks or batons.

Intrigued, she stepped closer, staying back far enough to not join the crowd around the ring but finding a place to get a better look. The weapons the mares were using looked odd, too misshapen and unevenly proportioned to be any type of competently designed implement Luna had ever seen. In fact they looked more like... Ah, not weapons per se, I really should have expected that around here.

As she watched, two of the mares teamed up on a third. They managed to knock the mare to the ground, one of them quickly rolling her onto her back and grabbing her hind legs. She forced them wide apart while the second slid one of the weaponized dildos between the now spread legs. The fourth mare in the ring took the opportunity to grab a strap-on harness that had been tossed on the ground, quickly slipping it on and attaching her own dildo into place on it. As the standing mare started to force her ‘weapon’ into the helpless one, the fourth leaped on her back, slamming her strap-on home to a startled shriek from her victim and a loud chorus of cheers from the audience.

Competing for the right to be the first to be used after the fight has suitably excited their masters? There were enough ponies watching to make good use of all four mares. Or, is there another reason? Perhaps the 'loser' is the first used as punishment? She did have to keep in mind this area was centered around feigning a lack of consent and struggling to avoid being properly ravished. Perhaps the more well behaved slaves were being used to subdue the unruly ones?

She could picture the scene, fighting inside the ring, overcoming the struggling mare, pinning her to the floor and holding her there, feeling her struggle and cry out beneath her. Luna let out a soft, moaning sigh at the thought, being used to restrain the defeated slave as the first master stepped up, forcing her legs wide apart, watching the master's readied cock plunging into her foe. She would get to feel the slave squirm and moan under her as she was taken, ravished, shown her true purpose in life,allowed to watch closely as master after master pumped their seed into the helpless mare. Perhaps she would even be allowed to clean each glorious shaft of the delicious fluids that would coat it after they had had their turn.

She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the thought. She made a mental note to ask about the competition when she could; there were few things as satisfying as a thrilling battle followed by a vigorous rutting. Still, they unfortunately seemed a bit too engaged to appreciate her barging in at the moment.

She looked over to the cage, thinking to perhaps simply wait there for some dom to select her for their choice of pleasure. Whatever argument Berry had been talking about seemed to be over, the hooffull of mares inside were all spread out as far as possible within the confines; each one being sure to convey quite clearly that they were not speaking to the others. Luna decided to avoid the pen for the time being. She looked back around the large room, noticing for the first time the lighted windows in what Gregor had called his office. She grinned and turned to head for the stairs leading up, of course a returning slave should present herself first and foremost to her Master.

The door to the office opened before she had covered half the distance. Her master stepped out, looking behind him and talking to a grey pegasus who followed him out. When he turned back out to the floor he paused, a grin on his beak as he saw her. He leapt off the stairs, gliding down to the floor just in front of Luna, who quickly sank into a properly submissive bow.

His claws clicked on the stone floor as he came closer, his shadow settling on top of her as he took his rightful place above his slave. She trembled slightly with anticipation, waiting for some sign from him what he wished for her to do. He reached out and ran his talons down her neck. “I’m glad to see you back here. Are you ready to serve your master again?”

“Yes, Master.” She forced herself not to moan or lean into the talon, it was not a slave’s place to be so bold without the leave of her owner. “This slave exists for your pleasure. It is always ready to be used however its master wishes, and master Wood’s aid has helped this slave recover quickly to be ready to serve again.”

“I see.” Gregor’s talons slid back up along her neck and under her chin, lifting her face up till she was looking at him. “And does the slave have any thoughts on how she’d like to be used next?”

Was this a test? Of course a proper slave shouldn’t care how she was used so long as it brought her master pleasure. Though, was he asking her this question rather than his slave? Hadn’t she just been trying to find something that looked enjoyable enough to try out? But there were so many options, so many things she didn’t even know were options yet. It would be so much easier to simply let him-

Her rambling thoughts stopped as he let go of her chin. She froze, sure she’d taken too long to answer. “Just to avoid misunderstandings again, clockface.” He took off his mask, holding it loosely to the side as he gestured for her to stand up.

Luna pushed aside a quick flash of irritation, he was right, she’d been stuck going around in circles in her mind over how to deal with the situation, but that didn’t make her any happier that she’d gotten herself into that position again. She stood up, closing her eyes and taking a few moments to clear her mind, Gregor waiting patiently for her.

“I apologize for-” she was cut off as he pressed a finger to her lips.

“Now now, none of that. This is still your first time here and it’s just better to do things this way till we get more used to each other's ways of communicating in character.” Luna nodded her agreement as he pulled his arm back and stepped closer, his voice low enough not to carry far from the two of them. “I don’t think I need to ask if you’re recovered and ready to go, but how’s Wood doing?”

She blinked, taken by surprise by the question. “He is good, I believe. He really was quite remarkable at helping me cleanup and recover, and yes, we talked about his own problems; as I am sure you were hopping when you sent him with me.”

He nodded to her, “Guilty as charged. Is he feeling any better?”

“Yes, he wanted to spend a bit more time alone to think some things over, but he is feeling better. We made tentative plans for later together,” She paused and looked around, though no-pony else was paying attention to them save the pegasus who had been following Gregor, and he was standing far enough from them not to intrude, she still felt uncomfortable talking so openly about these things.

Gregor clearly understood her hesitation as he held up a talon. “Alright, I don’t need the details, I’m just glad you were able to help him out. So now, we return to my first question, any particular thoughts on what you’d like to try next?”

She looked around the room again, so many choices, so many wonderful ideas. She turned back to Gregor and shook her head. “Neigh, there is too much for me to pick a single thing.”

“Hmmm,” a grin spread across his beak and he looked back, gesturing with a wing for the waiting pegasus to come closer, “In that case I might have an idea. Do you know about the Wastelands?”

“Not a lot, just that they are part of the Borderlands section, along with this area and the one called ‘The Core’ and something about them being, as the name implies, the more ‘wild’ of the three.” She started to curse herself for her lack of expected knowledge before catching herself and forcing those thoughts down.

“More or less. Around here it’s left to the Society members to get creative with their fun, out there is where the laboratory ponies get their chance to play around. It has quite the selection of creatures who are all rather single mindedly focused on ravishing anything they can catch.” His grin spread into a wide smirk as he nodded his head at the stallion next to him. “Steel here is planning on heading out on a, let’s call it a hunting expedition to find a few of these, and there’s room for a bit more ‘bait’ on the trip. Interested?”

Luna started to nod eagerly before forcing herself to calm down and think it over first. She only had a general idea what she was agreeing to, but the thought of being staked out and used to attract some feral beast who would use her as a brood-sow... she bit her lip to hold back a moan. Besides, ‘tis not like we would be alone, if things did get out of hoof there would be trustworthy ponies on hand to lend their aid.

She forced herself to wait a few more seconds, to be sure she had thought this through and wasn’t simply jumping in blindly, finally she nodded. “Aye, that does sound interesting.”

“I had a feeling you might like that.” Gregor stepped aside and gestured from the pegasus to Luna. “Steel, this is, as you no doubt figured out, the newest member of our little group, Fading Crescent.”

Steel stepped closer, giving Luna a polite nod. He was a tall, well built stallion with a coat the color of the metal he was named after. His lighter grey tail and mane were cropped short. Between his build, mane cut, and the way he held himself Luna was fairly certain he was a guard, or at least had been at some point. “I heard you put on quite the performance during your introduction, kind of sorry I missed it.”

She felt her cheeks threaten to heat up as she returned his nod. Gregor let out a quiet chuckle before gesturing at Steel again. “And Fading, this is Steel Plate. Any questions before I leave you two to get ready to head out?”

Is there? Luna tried to think of anything she ought to ask but failed to come up with anything pressing enough to inquire about so shook her head. “Neigh.”

“Alright. In that case you two have fun, I look forward to hearing how it went. In very great detail.” He winked at her before stepping back and turning away, heading off towards the crowd near the fighting pit.

Steel stepped closer and held out his hoof, which Luna shook. “Guess that covers introductions. Want to get back in character and head out?”

“Aye, clockface.”

“Clockface.” His expression changed, turning harder, his welcoming smile becoming a leering grin. “Time to see what the new fuck-meat can do. Hopefully you’ll give us a good show.” He stepped closer and pulled out a leash.

Fading bowed low, stretching out her neck so her master could more easily reach her collar. “This slave shall do her best to perform to your satisfaction.”

Her master paused a moment then leaned in to secure the end of the leash in place. “Wow, you broke hard, ha, oh you are going to be a fun one to have around here.” Fading beamed at the praise, though remained obediently in place. Steel took up his end of the leash and trotted off, leading the slave behind him, keeping the leash just taunt enough to drive home he was in charge without actually pulling her.

He led her back outside the warehouse and around to the alley on the side of it where the rest of the hunting party waited. Two stallions, an earth pony and another pegasus, were securing themselves into the harness of a small wagon. In the bed was a cage with two mares huddled inside.

They waved as Steel came close, their leader returning the greeting and stepping to the side so they could see the mare behind him. “Good news, Boss hooked us up with a third tasty little treat.”

Fading could feel both stallions look her over, appraising her. She kept her head down, but was able to see enough to feel she recognized the earth pony, she was fairly certain he’d been part of her ‘welcoming ceremony’.

“Ohhhh, he’s loaning out the new slut already?” She wasn’t sure which one of them was speaking. “Nice.”

Steel pulled on her leash and made for the rear of the cart. “Yup. You two ready to head out?”

“Soon as you get the new meat secured, yeah!” The pegasus looked back at them then shrugged himself more securely into the harness as Steel opened up the cage.

Steel nodded for Fading to climb up into the cage. “You going to do this the smart way, or do we get to have a bit of fun making you?”

She shook her head and approached the opened hatch. A small set of hoofrests were set in the cart to help ponies climb up. “This slave knows her place master.” With that she climbed up into bed of the cart. The two other mares were at the front of the cage, both with a chain connecting one foreleg to the cage bars. Fading took a seat next to an open manacle, presenting her foreleg to be secured. Once done, Steel locked the cage door again and flew over to settle in the cart’s driver seat.

“Alright, let’s get going.” The cart lurched as the two stallions started pulling, moving slowly at first till they’d cleared the alley then stepping up to a brisk trot as they pulled onto one of the larger roads leading away from the camp. The sound of their hooves created a familiar rhythm; Fading closed her eyes and focused on it, counting out beats in her head, it was the same timing she’d often heard from the guard's training fields. So, I was right about Steel, and likely his companions as well

“You going to sleep the whole way out?” The unfamiliar voice broke her out of her thoughts, she looked over to her fellow captives; one was a unicorn the other pegasus, and the expectant look on her face made clear it was the latter who had spoken.

“Pardon, this slave was merely lost in thought for a moment.”

The pegasus rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Ah, one of those. Looks like you got some company Honey.”

The unicorn looked up and snorted, “There is nothing wrong about wanting to stay in character Lilly.”

“True, except it’s going to be a really boring ride out there if we all just spend it whimpering and huddled in fear in our corners because we’re about to be completely ravished by wild beasts with no thought beyond fucking our brains out.” She winked at Fading then turned back to her companion. “You know, instead of talking about how excited we are that we are about to be completely ravished by wild beasts with no thought beyond fucking our brains out.”

The unicorn, Fading wasn’t sure if her name was ‘Honey’ or that was simply a term endearment from the pegasus, let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head.

Lily chuckled and leaned closer to Fading, “Notice how she doesn’t have a comeback to that.” She reached her non-shackled hoof over, “Wind Lily, and this stick in the mud next to me is Honey Drop.” She looked back at said mare, “And don’t worry, once we’re close enough to make it worth it I’ll get back in character fast enough to be ready for this”

Fading shook the offered hoof, her eyes shifting between the two Remember, there is no ‘right’ way to act, do not worry about being ‘wrong’, everypony has tried to tell you this. She took a slow, deep breath and tried to smile at the two. “This slav- No I, I am Fading Crescent.”

“See was that so hard?” Lily moved back to sit in her corner, next to her Honey Drop sat up and leaned against the side of the cage.

“Fine, you’re not wrong. So, Fading, how are you liking this place so far?”

Fading blinked, her mind racing to find the right… No, just, be honest, that is the ‘right’ answer. “It has been wonderful.” She felt a more genuine smile spread across her muzzle, “Everypony has been so helpful and welcoming. I hope I have a chance to come back soon.”

Honey chuckled and her and Lily exchanged a knowing look. “Wow, glad to hear it, thought you might be put off by how dull things are right now.”

“Pardon? Dull? Tonight has been nothing of the sort.”

Lily shrugged her wings and leaned back, “Well, guess it helps when you start the night off getting fucked by half the crew.”

“And don’t know what to compare things to.” Honey chimed in.

“True, and that.”

Luna cocked her head and looked between the two, “This is not the normal level of activity here then?”

Both laughed at that before Lily responded, “Nah, I mean it’s busier than it has been lately cause it’s a weekend, but no, this is like, half the ponies we usually have. Not just talking in the crew, the whole Tower’s been slow for the last few weeks, and it’s only going to be worst next week, so good thing you came when you did.”

“Is something going on?” She hadn’t heard of any trouble within the Society that would cause such a situation, surely Starsong would have told her if she’d known something was wrong.

“Ummmm, yeah, huge ceremony next weekend!” Lily waved her forelegs, causing the chain to rattle, accentuating her words.

“Oh, yes, the wedding.” Luna forced herself not to facehoof at having missed something so obvious. “I can see how that would keep many busy but, enough to cause that much of a decline?”

“I mean, royal weddings are kind of big news.” Lily started before Honey took over.

“But yeah, the rest are just getting ready for the real event here. A royal wedding is great for all the ponies that get to attend it I guess, but the Eternity Collaring is going to be so amazing!”

Both mares let out excited squeals, Lily’s hooves tapping excitedly on the bottom of the cart. “I know right! Cadance is going to go all out, and since she’s with Shining Armor you know that Twilight Velvet is going to have something special planned.”

“I’ve got five lashes riding on there being at least three separate tentacle pits.”

“Smart move, at least one is a given with her.”

Luna did her best to look interested but confused at their talk, the last thing she needed was to let slip just how much she knew about what was being planned. With any blessings of Fortune they wouldn’t- “So, any thoughts on what to expect.” Lily’s question shattered that hope.

“I… am not sure what to expect? I have not heard much rumor of the event.” That should be safe, and mostly honest, We have not heard much of what is expected by others.

Lily shrugged her wings, “Fair enough. I just hope it ends up taking the top spot for ‘biggest unplanned orgy’ from,” her expression grew nervous and she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper, “The cupcake incident.”

Honey shuddered and flinched back. “I wasn’t even here for that one and,“ She shuddered again and shook her head.

Luna looked between the two, truly confused this time. “The ‘cupcake incident’?”

Lily nodded, looked briefly to Honey who looked around nervously then nodded, “You ever hear the expression ‘there wouldn’t be a rule telling you not to do something stupid unless some dumb foal’s already tried doing it’?”

“Aye.”

“Well, there’s a reason the Erotic Bakers Guild has one of the largest rulebooks of any non-root guild, and half those rules call out The Pink One specifically.”

‘The Pink One’? Cadance? No they already called her by name, and she is not much of a baker that I know of. Then who? Her eyes went wide as she realized the pony they were talking about. “You mean Pin-”

Her words were cut off as Lily lunged forward and pushed her hoof to Luna’s muzzle. “Shhhhh, the last thing we need right now is her to pop up.” Luna nodded her ascent and the hoof was removed. “But yeah, her.”

She waited for either of the two to say something else, when neither did for several seconds Luna turned to look out of the cage. At some point while they were talking the cart had left the decrepit buildings of the Ruins behind and they were now moving through a dry, desolate wasteland coated in something that looked like an equal mix of sand and dust. The terrain rolled in sloping hills, keeping visibility low. The hills were adorned by scattered, sickly looking plants or the dead husks of them, just enough to break up the monotony of the dusty sand, but not enough to provide any sort of cover.

As they passed by one hill that loomed above them the plain continued down into a shallow crater. At the bottom, a white and blue pegasus mare was being held aloft by a trio of creatures; they were vaguely pony shaped, though their flesh seemed half melted, and they quivered bonelessly as they moved. Each of the monsters had numerous fleshy tendrils coming off of its body in random locations which the three used to hold the helpless mare in the air above them as they fought for their turn to relentlessly fuck her.

Luna watched the scene till the bottom of the crater slid out of sight and a hoof touched her shoulder making her jump and twist around, much to Lily’s amusement. “Yeah, the Tentuars are fun…” she trailed off and looked back to Honey, “Is it Tentaurs or Tentataurs? I can never remember.”

“Hmmm, pretty sure I’ve heard both.”

“Eh, doesn’t matter.” Lily turned back to Luna, “Anyway, as I was saying, those things are fun, but they are nothing compared to what we’re headed for, Rapeclaws are the-”

“Hey! Spoilers!” Honey cut her off, causing Lily to roll her eyes and turn back to her friend.

“Seriously, where are we, a comic shop on new Power Ponies issue day? I know you want to be surprised but do you know just what a Rapeclaw is?”

Honey glared at the pegasus and begrudgingly shook her head.

“So all you know is the name, which tells you it’s some sort of clawed monster that wants to rape you; which is like half the creatures out here, and the half don’t have claws.” Lily looked back to Luna and shook her head. “Also, yes that is their actual name, no I have no idea why the buck we keep letting the lab ponies name these things either.”

“Yeah yeah, but it’s still something I didn’t want to know!” Honey cut in and stomped her hoof on the floor.

Luna tuned out the argument, neither of the mares seemed truly upset, their tone and expressions looked more like friends rehashing a common and familiar argument and their comments had brought up a point to consider.

As much as surprise is desirable, there is much to be said about knowing what one is getting oneself into. She lifted up her PipSub and tapped it awake. While the device’s own storage was limited, she had made sure to copy the entire section of the guide book dealing with The Borderlands into hers and it took only a few seconds to bring up the entry on Rapeclaws

Rapeclaws are the apex predator of the Wastelands. Following the destruction of…

She skimmed over the sections describing their origins and the lore behind them, reminding herself to actually sit down and fully read this section soon but for now she wasn’t sure how much time she had and wanted- She came to the section she was looking for and felt her jaw nearly hit the cart bed.

The diagram of the monsters’ most salient feature was incredibly detailed and it took her some effort to look away and read the descriptive next.

Being a mutated fusion of Diamond Dogs and Dragons, the Rapeclaws genitals are a fusion of both species’ most notable features leading to a creature with a dual canine genitalia structure, each one consisting of both draconic spined ridges and a knot at the base.

Luna looked back to the picture and bit her lip. Part of her noticed a dampness spreading under her but it was ignored, as was the way her breathing was growing fast and shallow.

A loud bark of laughter finally made her look up, both other mares were staring at her, Honey holding a hoof to her mouth to stifle her laughter, while Lily made no such efforts to hide her amusement. “Heh, see, heh, see what knowing gets you? Ha, somepony’s eager to get there now, isn’t she?”

Luna dismissed the illusionary PipSub screen and did her best not to blush. She was saved from having to reply by Steel turning around and tapping a hoof on the cage. “Not to interrupt you ladies, but we’re here.”

Author's Note

This chapter grew a bit too big and had to be split.

Into the Wastelands pt 2

All three mares turned to look out the front of the cart. Ahead of them a large mass of rock rose upwards, looking like a small mesa made of granite. Directly in front of them a large, jagged gash ran through the stone from top to bottom and the inside seemed to be hollow. In front of the opening stood a small hill with several poles sticking out of it, stakes to tie the ‘bait’ to and lure the monsters out of their abode.

The cart slowed to a stop and Steel hopped down to help the other stallion unhitch themselves. The two pullers moved to the sides of the cart and unloaded gear from the storage compartments while Steel swung around to unlatch the cage door.

The other two mares were now cowering in their corners, letting out plaintive, desperate whimpers. Luna looked between them and the grinning stallion, should she act the same? No! Cease this! How many times do you need to be told to not worry about such things? She bowed her head and stretched her neck out, “This slave is ready to serve for her master’s pleasure.”

“At some point, we’ll have to get you to teach these other pieces of fuck-meat how to know their place.” Steel let out a bark of laughter and stepped up onto the bed to clip the end of a leash around her collar and unlatch her shackle. A small tug on the leash was all it took for Fading to climb down out of the cage. She was led around to the side of the cart where Steel secured his end of her leash to a hook. “Now just wait right here while we get the rest of our bait ready.”

Inside the cage, the other two stallions had already secured long capture poles around Lily and Honey’s necks; no, not around their neck, attached to their collars. While they held the two in place Steel climbed into the cage and unshackled them then began pushing and shoving at the two struggling mares as they were pulled out of the cage. Once they were out Steel came back to Fading and grabbed her leash, trotting off to the waiting hill, the slave following behind obediently, occasionally glancing at where her companions were struggling against doing the same. Could they not see the futility in it? Serving their masters was why they existed. Perhaps she should try to teach them to accept that.

Steel had already started securing Fading in place by the time the other two were forced up the hill. The tall posts she had seen from the cart were not individual staking poles as she’d thought, but the anchoring points for a long hitching rail that ran across them. She’d had another bridle placed on her and secured to the rail, while her legs were tied to heavy metal stakes driven deep into the ground, her rear ones forced wide apart. A final strap was tied around her dock and anchored to her harness, keeping her tail up high.

The other slaves were quickly secured in a similar fashion, though with added wing restraints for Lily and a suppression ring for Honey. Once all three were secured, the stallions each pulled out a ball gag. “As much fun as it is to hear you whores moan while getting your fuck-holes stretched, we can do without the screaming these boys usually cause, so be good little screw-toys and test out your bells!”

A trio of soft chimes rang out over the empty wastes following Steel’s order. Fading opened her mouth to let her master gag her while to her side the other two continued to put up a fight, requiring their masters to force the gag between their teeth.

Once their slaves were secured the three stepped back to look hem over. The other pegasus turned to look over Fading and frowned. He pulled another suppression ring out of his pack and stepped towards her. “Forget something Steel?”

Fading tensed at the sight of the ring. “Relax, it’s alright.” She flinched from the whisper and the hoof Steel had placed on her shoulder, ”It’s alright” he repeated before speaking up for his subordinate. “No, Boss’ orders, this one doesn’t need a ring.”

The pegasus shrugged and dropped the ring back in his pack. “He really broke her good then.”

“Something like that.” Steel gave her a wink as he and the other stallions headed back down the hill, leaving the mares at the mercy or whatever monsters lived in the quarry behind them.

The other two struggled a bit more, testing their bindings, but quickly stilled. Fading waited, focused on her breathing, tried to remain calm, not to think of what was coming. She closed her eyes and the image of those two towering pillars of ridged monster cock sprang to her mind. She bit her gag to keep from moaning at the thought of what they would feel like.

What is taking them so lo-wait was that? She twisted her ears behind her and the sound repeated, the dull pounding of heavy steps falling on the loose, dusty surface of the Wastes. She strained against her reigns, pulling free enough slack to twist her head and look behind her.

Three towering beasts were, they were too slouched forward and shuffling to really call it ‘walking’ but it wasn't fast enough to call it ‘loping’ either. Three of them were heading for the helpless mares. Each had the rough outline of an especially large Diamond Dog, but covered in thick, scaly hide. Their long arms ended in heavy hands tipped with thick claws, and between their legs…

A gasp slipped through Fading’s gag. Their cocks dangled freely under them, swaying in time with their steps. Not yet fully aroused and yet still massive looking, she traced the curves, the heavy ridges, watched as the pillars of flesh throbbed and grew, stiffening as the beasts grew closer to their prey. Some deep part of her mind recounted dry, useless information to her, reminding her these were just highly advanced golems, a mixture of high end engineering and come to life spells and illusion. She ignored that part and focused on what mattered as the three split apart, each stepping up to one of the slaves waiting for them.

Fading turned her head back to look ahead as her personal rapeclaw stepped up to her. She could see her masters at the base of the hill, sitting on the wagon and grinning up at the show about to start.

The beast leaned over her, she could feel its mass looming even as she was hit by the heavy, musky scent of it, like hot, fresh turned earth mixed with sweat. It growled, a low rumble that rolled over her and she whimpered. She was helpless, at the complete mercy of this creature, unable to fight back even if she could have hopped to do so against something so powerful.

One of it’s large paw hands grabbed her by the chest, it’s heavy, dull nails digging into her as it held her tight, pulling her backwards till her rump pushed into the creatures waiting crotch. Two heavy shafts, each covered in thick, rippling ridges slide between her legs, the top one roughly scraping along her marehood. She felt her head start to swim and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, trying to keep her panting under control as the rapeclaw shifted, drew itself back, lining up for-

The sound of a small bell chiming frantically cut through everything else, three, four, five times and it kept going. The creature froze, then released her but she barely noticed as she turned towards the sound. Lily was next to her and also looking to her side at the panicking Honey.

In a moment a sharp flash and the ‘pop’ of displaced air joined the chiming safety bell as Luna teleported to the mare’s side, her now empty restraints falling to the ground. She heard the sound of hooves pounding on the ground as the stallions rushed towards them and dismissed them. She looked over the mare once, looking for any obvious injuries or other conditions to be careful of; seeing none she used her magic to tear free her restraints, leaving only Honey's personal collar intact as the rest fell to the ground in tatters.

Before the last scraps had hit the dirt Luna wrapped her legs around Honey and helped the trembling mare carefully to the ground, sinking down beside her and pulling the mare into a tight hug as her tail stilled and the chiming stopped. She nuzzled her neck, gently whispering “‘Tis alright, ‘tis okay, you art safe, ‘tis okay”

She cursed the lack of her wings, an extra set of limbs to help sooth Honey with would be useful and she knew just how comforting being embraced by them could feel, but the risk of startling the already scared mare she was holding wasn’t worth undoing her transformation for. She kept up her care, holding her tight, gently nuzzling and stroking along her neck and withers, whispering reassurances to her.

As Honey’s trembling started to slow she looked up. The three stallions were gathered around her, close enough to be ready to help but far enough back not to crowd them, she nodded in approval. “Did any of you bring any water?”

Steel nodded and flicked a wing back down the hill. “Yes, there’s some canteens in the cart.” Without waiting for further prompting he took to the air and flew down towards the cart.

Luna gestured at the other two then over at Lily, before she could say anything the two moved to start removing the pegasus’ restraints. Luna lowered her head back down to nuzzle Honey again, the mare had stopped trembling and her breathing was under control, if still a bit quicker then normal.

Honey lifted her head and looked up at Luna, her eyes red and watery. “S-Sorry.” She whispered in a raspy voice.

Luna smiled warmly at her and ran a hoof along her crest.”Thou has nothing to be sorry for dear, don’t force yourself to speak till-” She looked up as Steel landed next to her, one canteen in his hoof held out towards her, another around his neck. She took the offered one in her magic, uncapped it, and put it to Honey’s lips. “Slowly dear, don’t go too fast.” She let the mare drink half the canteen in small, measured sips before capping it and passing it back to Steel. Luna hugged Honey a bit tighter and nuzzled her neck. “Are you feeling better little one?”

Honey shuddered again but nodded her head, pulling away from Luna enough to turn and look up at her. “Y-yeah, sorry, sorry to freak out like that.”

“Shhhh, ’tis alright little one, there is no need to apologize. Though, would you be willing to tell me what happened? Are you hurt at all?”

Honey shook her head. “No, no I’m fine, well not hurt anyway just… when it was on top of me, and that smell, and the growling, and just, feeling it grab me I…” She closed her eyes and shivered.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Luna looked up as Lily sat down on the side of Honey, one wing stretched out to drape over her friends back. “You gave it a try, and yeah, these things can be kind of scary the first time. Probably should have started you out on some of the smaller beasts out here rather than going right for the top.”

“Indeed. ‘Tis no shame to finding out your limits.” Luna ran a touch of her magic lightly through Honey’s mane, straightening it out. “Do you feel well enough to stand? ‘Twould be better to get you to a proper aftercare room if you feel up to getting there.”

Honey shifted and got her legs under her. “Yeah, yeah… I’m fine just, like I said just kind of got freaked out. But, I don’t want to ruin the rest of your night, I’ll be fine.”

“It’s fine, I’ll take her over to the rooms and make sure she’s taken care of.” Luna closed her mouth, her protest cut off before it even started by the stallion speaking up. The other pegasus had stepped forward, one wing pointed towards the rock the Rapeclaws had come from. “There’s an exit around back behind the quarry.”

For a moment Honey looked like she was going to protest again, but after looking around at the concerned ponies gathered around she nodded. “Alright. I hope you all can get back to your fun.” The stallion helped her to her hooves then stepped back as Honey gave her PipSub the command to summon her aftercare robe. “I’ll see you later Lily. Fading, it was nice meeting you, hope you’ll come back soon.”

With that the stallion moved up beside her, one wing curled over her as he led her towards the exit, taking a path clearly intended to take them around the rock while staying well clear of the rapeclaw den’s entrance.

As they headed off, the remaining stallions helped Luna and Lily to their hooves, Steel gently brushing some of the dust off of Luna with his wing before passing her the half empty canteen. “You mares want us to give you a ride back to the camp?”

Luna turned to him as she took a long drink and cocked her head, “Are we not continuing?”

“Well, that’s up to you two, but kind of figured that might have killed the mood.”

Luna opened her mouth to reply then paused, it was true that the mood had changed drastically, though now that the situation was dealt with there really was no reason she could see not to attempt returning to their previous fun. She looked over the waiting Steel, but his guardstallion’s trained expression gave her no hint at what he might be feeling. She turned the other way, towards where the creatures had retreated. At some point while she was tending to Honey her rapeclaw had gone back to the quarry, but the other two still stood a few lengths back, waiting patiently to be activated again.

They stood in a slouch, heavy muscles bulging against their scaly hide even at rest, every bit of them crafted to display bestial power, to drive home in the minds of their victims that they were helpless to resist as the beasts used them how they wished. Her gaze slid downwards to where their massive dual cocks hung, waiting to be used, to swell, harden, to be plunged into some helpless mares quivering holes as she struggled and fought, claim her as the beast’s latest conquest.

Her breathing was speeding up and she could feel a rush of heat between her legs. She bit her lip and looked over to Lily, the other mare was also staring at the rapeclaws but soon looked over to Luna and cocked one eyebrow questioningly. Luna nodded in reply and both mares grinned.

Lily turned around to face Steel, the grin still on her face. “Oh, I don’t know… be a shame to come all the way out here and not have at least some fun.”

The stallion nodded and looked over to Luna, who quickly nodded her agreement. “Alright, let’s get you hooked back up then.”

Luna downed the last of the water from the canteen and passed it back to Steel. “Agreed.” She followed Steel back to her previous position and helped him undo the bindings she’d teleported out of. In a few minutes she’d been tied back into place and he’d moved in front of her, holding up the gag questioningly.

A good question, if we are simply doing this for fun, is there much point? And given what happened it might be-

“Take the gag.” Lily interrupted her thoughts, “Trust me, you’ll want something to bite down on when these things get started.” Luna nodded and gave her safety bell a single quick chime before opening her mouth for the gag.

Once both mares were secure once more the stallions moved away, heading to wait by the cart for the show to resume. Luna closed her eyes, focusing on keeping her breathing steady, controlled, waiting for the monster behind her to make its move.

Her ears perked up and twisted around at a noise behind her, uncertain if that was the sound of a clawed paw dragging in the dirt or something she’d only imagined till it sounded again, this time ending with a heavy thump. She felt her breathing speed up as the steps came closer, her teeth already starting to dig into the pliant rubber of her gag as she braced herself.

She started to believe she could feel the vibrations of each heavy step through the ground, closer, closer, enough that she could hear the deep rasps of it’s breathing now, it had to be- she jumped as a shadow fell over her, her eyes popping open to see the scaly-hided creature looming over her. She let out a low, whimpering moan that was mostly muffled by the gag as it looked her over, judging her, measuring if she was worth claiming as its latest mate. All the while the heavy, animalistic scent of it filled her nose. Her tail twitched in its bindings, trying to lift itself even higher.

The monster took a step closer, one long, clawed arm reaching out to wrap around her, its rough paw clutching at the base of her neck, just low enough to avoid her windpipe but high enough to make clear that it was in control. It let out a long, low growl and took a step closer; Luna felt something fleshy and bulbous slide between her legs, the heavy ridges that topped its upper cock rubbing along her already wet slit.

She closed her eyes, moaning even louder as she bore down on the cock, grinding along it as best she could in her bindings. She could feel it throbbing with the beast's pulse, every beat causing it to swell even larger, getting closer and closer to full, to being ready. She could feel the entire shaft now as it slid along her stomach, long, bulbous, the ridges and spines digging into her as the beast pushed back, its own breathing growing faster, harder.

It started to pull back, dragging every last inch of its shaft along her aching flesh, letting her feel the massive cock that was about to plunge deep into her. With a grunt, the creature pulled her backwards, straining her bonds. It rammed her onto the tips of its dual shafts; the thick, pointed tips spreading open both of her holes, warm, thick pre already leaking from them and smearing along her marehood and ass..

Some small part of the back of her mind noticed the faint tingling of magic spreading from the pre, blocked it, analyzed it, found it to be a fairly mild elasticity enhancer as well as pain suppressor, and stopped holding the magic at bay, leaving her just a moment to marvel at the forethought and care put into designing these creatures before any further thought was erased by the beast letting out a bellowing snort and driving its cocks even deeper into her.

Only the gag between her teeth kept her from grinding them together as inch after inch of massive beast-cock was forced deep into both her ass and cunt. The bulbous shaft quickly swelling from it’s tip, spreading her wide. The heavy ridges digging into her tender flesh as they raked and sawed at her. The monster let out a deep growl, so low it was more felt than heard, and with a sudden hard thrust that made her squeal into her gag, she felt the swollen bulge of its knots slam against her entrances.

It pushed, shoved, forced them against her body, made clear she knew what was coming, that it was going to take her, claim her, breed her and she was going to be forced to hold every last bit of its cum. A shudder ran through her body at the thought, her first orgasm of the session washing over her, serving only to leave her eager for more.

Luna pushed back against the bulges, eager for it, eager to be rutted, used, to be given no option but to accept the beast’s seed. The pressure relaxed, the still growling rapeclaw shifting its grip on her, holding her steady as it drew back. Its thrust rocked her whole body, only the claws squeezing her chest keeping her from stumbling forward as over and over it rammed into it’s newest brood-slut.

There was no gentleness, no mercy, no care to anything but using her for its own pleasure, she was nothing but another beast to it. Just one more female for it to claim, rut, to milk its cocks dry with, and then forget once it was good and bred. Fucking her was all it cared about.

She closed her eyes, body rocking back against the steady thrusts, her holes clenching tight around the pistoning cocks as they hammered into her again, and again, and again, relentlessly. Each one slamming the knots against her, harder and harder, battering at her holes.

A safety bell rang, once, twice, by the third time Luna had started channeling magic to her horn, her mind fighting to come to its senses before noting the chiming had stopped. She looked to her side; beside her, Lily’s body was tense, her face damp with sweat, but she looked fine. Her own rapeclaw was moving noticeably slower then Luna’s, even if it’s thrusts still rocked the pegasus' bod-”EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!”

Everything vanished from Luna’s mind as with one last, massive thrust the beast forced its knots into her, her screaming moan barely muffled by her gag as her whole world became a rolling mix of pain and pleasure as her violated body struggled to accommodated the massive knots now ensuring she could not escape her fate.

There was only the exquisite ache from her stretched marehood and plot and the feeling of the thick, throbbing cocks still furiously pumping away as the beast pushed itself closer and closer to the edge. Without warning it froze, its whole body tense, unmoving save for a faint, quivering vibration. A deep, loud, rumbling noise started in its chest and quickly rose to become a massive, triumphant roar as it claimed its latest brood-whore.

Both cocks erupted, heavy, hot cum flooding her womb and bowels, the potent seed trapped by the thick cocks and the knots sealing her entrances, forced deep into her, making sure her womb got filled with enough to breed her. It pushed enough to send her over the edge into another massive climax, her mind whiting out from the overload of sensations and pleasure even as she writhed on the twin shafts still using her body to milk them dry.

Luna lost track of how long the creature continued to rut her, each flood of fresh cum blending with the last into one endless sensation. She only returned to her senses as another wave of sensation rolled up her body from the beast tugging its now defaulting knots free of her, a rush of its nearly burning jizz oozing from her exposed holes and down her legs. Its task of breeding her done, the rapeclaw turned and shuffled back to its lair.

The forgotten brood mother stumbled, her legs weak and trembling, having to lean on the cross bar her reins were tied to for support. She barely noticed the sound of hooves approaching till she felt a wing run down her neck. “You alright?”

It took effort to lift her head and force her eyes to focus but she managed. Steel was standing in front of her, looking both excited and concerned. She nodded, doing her best to smile around her gag.

“Alright, let’s get you unhitched.” He reached up to start with her gag and Luna was half certain she heard her jaw creak as she closed it, a thought not dispelled by the sight of the deep marks her teeth had made on the ball.

“Yeah… there’s a reason I told you to… take it.” Besides her the other stallion was already at work freeing Lily, who was looking at her companion with a smirk. “Also, damn filly you took the knots on your first go with these things? I knew you were a total slut but damn, that’s impressive.” Luna shook her head, unsure how to respond beyond giving the mare a small smile and shrugging her shoulders.

Once the two were freed the stallions moved to help the still weak legged mares down the hill. Despite the support Luna still stumbled; Steel helped her turn it from a potential fall into merely sinking down onto her front knees while she steadied herself. From that position she noticed for the first time both of the masters with them were quite visibly in need of a proper slave.

Fading sank fully onto her knees, keeping her head bowed low as she looked up at the stallion above her. “Please, master, this slave is grateful her performance was able to please master so. Would master wish for this slave to tend to his needs? It is this slave's fault master is in such a state, it is only proper this slave be used to tend to master’s needs.”

She felt all three other ponies turn to stare at her as she wait for her master’s decision. The first to speak was her fellow slave however. “I’m telling you, total, slut. Damn. You two have fun if you want, I’m going to go crash in the cart till we get back.”

Lily walked off, leaving Fading with the stallions, both of whom moved closer to her. Steel put a hoof lightly on her head, guiding it under him. “Well, since you are offering, it would be a pain to pull the cart back like this, wouldn’t it?”

It was all the permission Fading needed to get to work. She slid her head under him, carefully keeping her horn to the side as she wrapped her lips around his cock. Her tongue twirled around the hard flesh as she slid it deeper into her mouth. This was not time to tease or to draw things out with shows of devotion, master wished her to make him cum and she was going to waste no time.

She saw the other master move in next to her, his own cock twitching, waiting for her care. She let her magic reach out to wrap around it, forming a tube of pure force that enveloped the entire shaft, ripples running up and down its length to stroke him. Fading smiled at the pleased gasp this got her, adding the same in a ring around the lower half of Steel’s cock as well. Once both were in place she pulled back from Steel and switched to the other stallion, pulling back her spell on his cock to give her room to tend him with her lips and tongue while fully wrapping Steel’s cock in her magical grip.

She moved between the two, licking, sucking, kissing, stroking, doing her best to tend them quickly. Her efforts were soon rewarded as Steel’s hoof pushed her head down further on his cock as it flared out in her throat. She increased the grip of her spell around the base of his shaft, stroking it faster, harder, eagerly swallowing every rush of cum he pumped down her throat till with a pleased sigh he pulled back.

The other master turned her head to face his own flared shaft, but pushed back as she leaned forward to take it in her mouth again, pushing his cock close to her face instead. She understood what he wanted, closing her eyes she sped up her strokes on him as well, ready to receive his gift. She flinched slightly in surprise as the first shot of thick cum splashed across her face but held her place, using her magic to milk every last bit of jizz from the master she could as he unloaded on her.

Her job done, Fading smiled up at the masters, using her magic to clean away just enough of the cum from her face to open her eyes. “Did that please my masters?”

“Oh fuck yes it did.” the master she still did not know the name of replied with a sigh.

“What he said. Now, let’s get you back to camp and cleaned up.” Steel reached down to help her up, Fading accepting his help, grateful to have found so many kind masters tonight. He helped her the rest of the way to the cart and into it, not bothering with shackling her this time.

Lily was already in the cage, sprawled out on her side and seemingly asleep, though as the stallions hitched themselves into place she raised her head. “Total. Slut. You are going to have so much fun with this crew.”

Fading smiled, making herself as comfortable as she could on the wooden boards to rest for the trip back. She smiled contentedly at her companion. “Aye, I do believe I will.”

Author's Note

And part 2. One more chapter to go, but it's going to be a bit longer till it's done.

A Private Session

For the second time that night Luna stepped out of the Talon crew’s makeshift recovery rooms. She paused at the top of the steps to take a deep breath and grinned; two amazing sessions already tonight and she felt quite ready for more.

Her grin still spread across her muzzle she half walked, half hopped down the short flight of stairs and into the main plaza. The wagon trip back had given her more than enough time to recover from the wondrous attentions of the rapeclaw and she had waved off the need for any further assistance from the stallions, needing only another shower to be ready for more. ‘Twas not like she was incapable of cleaning herself quite successfully on her own after all.

Luna stared warily at the collection of tubes and nozzles set into the wall of the shower stall. It sat there unmoving, like a Nidhogkin lying in wait to strike its unsuspecting prey. She very tentatively reached out a hoof and gingerly pressed down the activation pedal, most certainly not flinching back at the first rush of water from the nozzles. She pushed harder, getting a feel for how much force returned what amount of water from the device.

A whispered “‘Tis time to mare up and defeat this foe, Luna!” could barely be heard over the shower as she turned around and backed into place over top of the cleaner. Her rear hoof hovered over the pedal as she closed her eyes. Slowly, every so slowly she lowered her hoof. It flinched back the first time it touched the rough surface but she pushed back down.

She increased the pressure, forcing herself not to flinch this time as she heard water start to flow. Bracing herself she pushed harder, the water rising higher, higher, coming ever closer to- The moment water brushed over her marehood Luna cried out and leaped up high enough for her horn to gouge a hole into the ceiling.

Yes, quite successfully, with no issues whatsoever.

She trotted eagerly towards the warehouse, returning the wave she received from the two stallions on guard duty as she passed them. At the door she paused, took a large step to the side, then used her magic to open the door. When nopony rushed out to try and tackle her she stepped through and let the door shut behind her.

The large room was still just as busy as it had been the last time. Though it appeared to be more spread out, small groups of two to three rather than larger gatherings now. The mixed scents of sweat and sex were far more potent, having overwhelmed the struggling air purifiers.

Luna looked around the room, trying to see if anypony she recognized was… There! Near the center of the building were both of the masters she’d been most hoping to find. Her grin broadened as she made her way towards the pair.

Master Gregor had looked up as the door had opened and was waiting for her, a matching grin on his beak as his newest slave made her way towards him. It took Master Wood a few moments to catch on and turn around, by then Luna was already close enough to the two to drop into a low, properly submissive bow.”This slave is ready to serve at her masters’ pleasure again.”

She kept her eyes down as the sound of hooves and claws on the bare floor came closer and a shadow loomed over her. Master’s talons reached down and gently cupped her muzzle, the thumb claw gently stroking her cheek. “Such a very, very good little slave, isn’t she?”

She could just see the vague outline of Master Wood’s shadow nodding agreement as a thrill of pleasure ran through her. “Stand up little one.” He kept his talons in place as he urged her to rise. As she looked up, she saw smiles on both masters’ faces as they looked her over. “Yes, a very good slave indeed.” He slid his claw down and scratched under her chin with the tip of one finger, sending a shudder down her spine that caused one hind leg to tap rapidly on the floor.

“And so happy to be useful too.” He flashed her another grin before pulling back his arm. “I take it you are still enjoying yourself?”

She nodded, her own smile matching their’s, “Of course Master.” She braced herself and took a deep breath before nodding again. “Yes, tonight has been most glorious, you and your crew have been most welcoming. I do not know when I shall have time to return, but I shall endeavor to do so when I can.”

Gregor’s grin broadened and she thought she saw his wings fluff up a bit at the compliment. “I am very glad to hear that. So, any thoughts on what you’d like to try next?”

She saw his eyes dart over to the side for a moment where Wood was standing; her own eyes widened for a moment as she caught what she thought was his meaning. Luna took a half step forward, trying to make it look like a casual shuffling of her hooves, that just happened to put her closer to Wood then Gregor.

“Neigh, Master. This slave is open to any use her masters desire of her.” She flicked her gaze to Wood for a moment; it was hard to tell on his coat but was that a slight blush on his cheeks?

Wood let out a small, awkward cough and turned from her. “Well, ah’ll ummm, ah’ll let you two get ta your fun.”

Gregor groaned and shook his head. “Where’s Berry when you need somepony to be blunt and direct?” He wrapped one wing over Wood’s back and pointed the other at Luna. “Fading already told me you were interested in spending some time with her, and even without that you know how well I can read you.”

“Ah, well ah… that is…” Wood shuffled his hooves, his eye darting between the griffon and the mare.

Luna caught Gregor looking at her from the corner of his eye as he gave his head a slight nod towards the stallion. Taking her cue Luna stepped closer to Wood and sunk into a submissive bow. “Please Master Wood, this slave would be honored to serve you tonight.”

Wood stilled with a sigh. He looked between the two and shook his head. “Neither of ya is gonna take ‘no’ for an answer are ya?”

Gregor waved a claw and chuckled, “Oh we’ll certainly take ‘no’; what we won’t take are excuses or attempts to deny what you want because you are nervous about it.” He turned to look at the still bowing mare, his expression making an unsaid ‘from either of you’ very clear to her.

“A’right boss, yer right, as usual.”

“There, now that that is settled.” Gregor dipped a claw under his wing and pulled out a leash. Luna immediately stretched her neck out for him as he clipped it into place on her collar, holding the other end out for Wood to take between his teeth.

“Before you go.” He stepped closer to Luna and spread his arm and wing out to invite her into a hug, an invitation she eagerly accepted, wrapping her forelegs around him in return. “It was good to see you again Fading. I’ll most likely be heading out of here before you get back so I do hope to see you again soon.”

They broke the hug and Luna stepped back, returning the griffon’s grin. “As already said, I shall endeavor to return as soon as mine duties allow me the time. Tonight has been quite wonderful.” she flashed a look over to the waiting Wood, “And ‘tis still far from over. We shall see thee anon.”

“Good to hear.” He jerked a talon towards the door to the warehouse, “Now you two go have fun.”

Luna had already turned and was heading for the door by the time Wood moved in beside her. She pressed up close to him, letting him lead the way and simply enjoying his presence while making plans on what to do once they reached their destination.,

It was a quick walk back to the other building and Luna stayed pressed up close to Wood the entire time. She caught him glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, trying to sneak glances without getting caught doing so, almost as if he was nervously trying to make sure she was still next to him. Every time she met him with a warm, eager smile and pressed a bit closer to him for a moment, she had no intention of going anywhere else.

Inside, he led her past the makeshift saferooms and to a set of stairs she hadn’t noticed before. The stairs creaked and shook like they were a good stomp away from collapsing under them, but clearly solid enough to handle far more force then they seemed. On the upper floor a small chorus of moans, grunts, and far more primal sounds gave testament to both this floors use, as well as the lack of proper sound proofing in a rundown, half ruined building. Part of her started hoping the two of them would be giving the others up here something worth listening to soon.

They walked down the hallway, passing several closed doors as well as a couple open ones; at these Wood stuck his muzzle in, sniffed and shook his head. It wasn’t till near the end of the hallway that he found an acceptable, empty room and ushered her inside, closing the door behind them.

The room was small and in the same state of visible disrepair as the rest of the building, cracks and peeling wall paper lining the walls, the windows lacking any glass, various other touches of dilapidation that on a careful observation would be seen to pose no actual threats to those inside. It was sparsely furnished with a few small tables outfitted with a light selection of toys and a large pile of threadbare cushions.

Wood stepped aside and looked around the room, his hooves twitching like he was fighting the urge to shuffle them. “So… now umm… was there anythi-” He cut off as Luna stepped in front of him and put a hoof to his lips.

She’d anticipated this, if not just how adorable Wood looked when so clearly flustered and uncertain. She moved closer, having to stand on tiphoof and crane her neck nearly to its limit to whisper in his ear. “Shhhhh, do not worry Master. You have done so much to help this slave, now let her show you her appreciation.”

She pulled back and stared into his eyes, trying to make her expression appropriately sultry and seductive. She slid her hoof down off his muzzle, pressed it to his chest, and pushed him backwards. He started walking, letting her guide him, all the while holding her stare. As his back hooves met the pillow pile she used her magic to hold them in place while adding a bit of extra force to push. Wood toppled backwards, landing on the pillows, Luna controlled her own fall, ending up still on her hooves and standing over the stallion.

He let out a startled gasp but grinned up at her, one large hoof reached up to tenderly stroke along the side of her neck. She smiled back down at him and kissed the tip of his nose. Her horn lit up as she used her magic to rearrange the pillows, stacking more up under him till he was propped up in a half sitting pose with her standing on her hind legs in front of him, her forelegs on his shoulders holding her up.

Luna nuzzled Wood’s neck, letting out soft, needy sighs as she moved her way up it. She playfully nipped the tip of his ear before whispering into it again, keeping her voice as husky as possible. “Relax and let this slave tend to your needs Master. You have done so much for her, made her feel so good, let her return the favor.” She let out a low, breathy moan, grinning at the gasp it coaxed from him.

Moving to his other ear she repeated her moan and then whispered, “This slave wishes to tend you, to please you, it would make her feel so good to do so.” She ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of his ear, illicting another gasping whimper from him. “May she? May this slave please you, show you how much she wishes to make you feel soooo good?”

Wood was trembling under her, his breathing shaky and fast. He had closed his eyes and his forehooves were pressing hard into the cushions at his sides. He nodded, gasping out a quick “Yes, oh please yes!”

He was rewarded for being so adorable about it with another quick kiss to the nose before Luna went back to work whispering in his ear. “Thank you Master, this slave shall be most happy to do so.”

Luna licked along his ear again ending in a slightly harder nip then before. She then moved down along the side of his head, nuzzling and kissing her way across his cheek, under his chin, and along his neck, always working her way steadily, slowly down his body.

She used her magic to pick up the dangling end of her leash and wrap it around one of his hooves, giving them both a small reminder of their roles here. Her ministrations worked their way to his chest as she brought her hooves down along his sides, exploring as much of his body as she could without delaying reaching her prize overmuch. He was solid, his muscles the thick, heavy one gained from a life of hard work rather than the taunt, toned ones of somepony more concerned with showing off. She tried adding a few playful bites to her repertoire as she worked her way over his broad chest but could barely find enough looseness in his skin to do so.

On reaching his stomach, her hooves slid down to his hindlegs, running along his thighs, pushing them apart; she was so close, she could feel the tip of her goal brushing her as she moved lower, ever closer. As she leaned in close to kiss his navel the head of Master’s glorious shaft pressed against her neck. Luna leaned in closer letting the still only semi-rigid member slide along her fur.

Master’s small, moaning grunt made her smile as she slipped down further, giving up on the slow path down his body as she let the head of his cock slide across her, working her way along it till finally she could lean down and give the broad, flat head a welcoming kiss.

“Master is so good to this slave.” She kissed it again, letting the tongue flick out a teasing hint of a lick. “Letting her tend to his needs, choosing her to please him.” She kept her voice a low moan, letting her breath wash over his cockhead. “ Does Master wish this slave to please him in a certain way? Or may she use her own initiative?” She trailed the tip of her tongue along the sensitive edge of the head.

Wood shifted under her, burrowing a bit deeper into the cushion pile. “Do… ya can do as you wish. Show Master yer skills slave. Just don’t stop”

Luna grinned as she caught the faint whisper, keeping her face downwards so he couldn’t see. “Yes Master. This slave is grateful for the chance to show Master how much she wishes to please him.” She gave the head of his cock another kiss before moving down along its still stiffening length.

“This slave shall be sure,” she nuzzled against the still growing shaft, “to not stop until,” a kiss a bit further down, “she has pleased Master fully,” a warm breath with just a hint of a needy whimper across his medial ring, “completely,” a slow lick along the throbbing flesh, “and utterly.” She delivered one last kiss to the base of his cock before sliding down further, nuzzling his dangling sack beneath.

She pressed her muzzle to the sensitive spheres, breathing in the heady musk of them. Both so full, so in need of a good slave to drain them over, and over, and over. Luna made sure to give each one its own turn to be nuzzled, kissed, worshiped. Under her she could feel a damp spot growing on the floor.

A mischievous grin flashed across her muzzle for a second in between gentle kisses. A proper slave would of course not even think of tending to her own needs when her master was so in need of her attention, however, perhaps Master might enjoy a hint of how excited his glorious body was making her.

The spell was so simple she was sure her horn barely glittered as an ever so faint waft of air sprang up around her, barely enough to feel, but enough to subtly carry the scent of her own arousal up to Master for his enjoyment.

Looking up she saw the towering pillar of Master’s stallionhood hovering above her, hard, tall, and throbbing in time with his speedy pulse; above the monument Master was looking down at her. She stared into his soft, gentle, needy eyes, trying to make sure her own gaze conveyed the fiery need to please him, the joy of serving such a wonderful master, her own desire to satisfy every last inch of his glorious cock. Holding their stare she pressed her tongue to the base of his shaft and moved up, giving the entire length a long, slow lick, never looking away as she saw the pleasure growing in her Master’s eyes.

Luna moaned softly as she reached the broad, flared head of Master’s cock, her tongue slid around the edge of it till she finished with a gentle kiss. Giving Master one last, lusty smile she looked away and back down at the throbbing shaft. She took a few moments to brace herself and prepare before opening her mouth as wide as she could and sliding down onto him.

The shear mass pushed her jaws even further apart, but not enough to hurt as inch after inch, she accepted Master’s offering. Lower and lower she went, feeling the head slide into her throat, stretching it, the bulge easily visible as more and more slid down. Master’s medial ring was sliding through her mouth by the time she reached the limit of what she could take, at least in this position.

Holding it there she closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations of having her throat stretched and bulged, feeling each throbbing pulse beat, fully submitting her body for her master’s pleasure as long as possible before the burning ache in her lungs forced her to pull back. She came off of Master’s cock with a gasp as her hoof slid around the base of the shaft and started to slowly stroke it; needing a moment to catch her breath was hardly a good excuse to stop tending to Master after all.

As soon as she had recovered she leaned back in and nuzzled the now slick shaft, her hoof continuing its steady work. Her horn lit up, her magic reaching out to gently brush along his cock in long, teasing strokes as she did her best to mimic the feeling of feathers caressing it.

Without letting up on her attention to Master she looked up, Master was draped back on the cushion throne, his eyes closed, a wide, eager grin on his muzzle as he panted and moaned. Luna gave his cock a kiss and a nuzzle, glad she was making him feel so good. Now, should she continue going slow, teasing, taking her time worshipping his glorious stallionhood, or should she speed things up and just focus on making him cum?

Licking up along the entire length she slid her mouth back down onto his shaft, only sinking down far enough for the head to start sliding into her throat before pulling back, setting to a steady rhythm of bobbing up and down along the throbbing cock as her hoof and magic continued to work along the rest of its length.

Luna kept up her work till she felt the first hints of Master’s cock starting to flare. She plunged herself down as far onto his shaft as she could go then pulled back off, slowing down her hoof and magic as she nuzzled and kissed at the base of it.

“Mmmmmm, this slave is glad for the chance to serve thee Master. Has her work been to Master’s liking?” She squeezed her hoof a bit tighter and gave his cock a quick lick.

Master’s first reply was a long, contented, sighing moan, as he nodded his head. “Yeah… yeah… oh yeah ya are so good!”

Luna beamed at the praise, his moans and gasps had been proof she’d been doing well already but it was always good for a slave to hear praise from her master. “Has this slave earned the right to accept thine glorious seed?” Her magic shifted down to grip his balls, softly squeezing and massaging the swollen orbs. “Please Master, this slave wishes to make thee cum, to please thee utterly.” She leaned in close, letting her breath wash over the slick, damp length as she whimpered and pleaded for her reward.

“Oh buck… ohhhhhhhh” a tremor ran through Master’s body and a small jet of pre shot from the tip of his shaft, Luna eagerly licking up the proffered offering. “Yes, oh buck yes! Do it, make your master cum!”

She let out a long, moaning ‘mmmmmmmm’ as she licked up another drop of pre. “Thank you Master, thank you for finding this slave worthy.” She kissed the head of his cock as her hoof started to work faster, “How would Master wish to give this honor to his slave? Deep, deep inside?” She quickly slid down onto the twitching cock for a moment before pulling off, “making her drink every, last, drop?”

She leaned back, pulling his cock down till it was pointed directly at her face, looking up over the rim at the watching Master. “Or would Master prefer for this slave to be coated in his wondrous seed? To watch it paint her face over and over, coat her in his spunk and mark her as his?”

She barely got done asking the question before Master gave her leash a hard tug. “Inside, inside!”

Without missing a beat Luna moved forward, her mouth opened wide as she once more sank on to Master’s cock. The already flaring shaft stretched her jaw even wider and bulged her throat as she took as much of it into her as she could. As inch after inch drove down into her throat she started to twist her head back and forth, bobbing up and down as she moved, trying to please as much of Master as possible.

Her hoof stayed wrapped around the base of his shaft, tending to the length that she couldn’t quite deepthroat, while her magic squeezed and kneaded his balls. Every part of her was focused fully on nothing but giving her master the release he wished.

“Close… ah’m so close! Don’t stop!”

Luna didn’t need Master’s warning, she could feel his cock flaring out, the thick shaft throbbing harder, tensing; nor did she need his encouragement, what slave would possibly give up on getting the reward of making their master cum?

At the moment before Master reached his climax Luna sank as low down into his cock as she possibly could, her hoof wrapped tightly around the base of the shaft, working it in long, steady strokes in time with its throbbing as her magic gave his balls a firm squeeze.

Master let out a long, loud groan and bucked his hips up, forcing a few more inches into her as he came. His cock erupted, pouring loads of pent up seed down her throat. Luna did her best to swallow around the shaft stretching her out even as her hoof and magic worked to keep milking shot after shot of her wondrous prize, wanting to give Master as much pleasure as possible.

Wave after wave of warm, thick cum was forced into her stomach as she ground her marehood on the floor amid a growing puddle. Waves of pleasure washed over her body with each flood of warmth that filled her stomach, each heavy pulse of Master’s cock, each pleased gasp and moan that came from him.

Only when the torrents of cum started to taper off did she pull back, allowing herself the small added reward of tasting Master’s seed as she eagerly licked and sucked up the last few shots, her hooves expertly squeezing as much out of Master as possible.

When she felt certain the tide had ended she pulled fully off the still rigid shaft, her magic wrapping around it to tease and knead at the still twitching flesh, keeping it ready for her to further please her master. She looked up at him over the top of his stallionhood, when he met her gaze she slowly opened her mouth to show him the last races of his cum filling it. With deliberate slowness she closed her mouth again, made a show of swallowing her treat, then reopened her mouth and licked her lips.

The smile she got from him sent another shiver of pleasure though her, he didn’t need to say anything, that alone proved how well she had pleased her master. Luna pushed aside that feeling, as gratifying as it was, she knew her job wasn’t yet complete. Master’s cock was still standing in front of her, she’d pleased him, but not satiated him, and the dull, aching heat between her legs was more than eager to do so.

She held his gaze, giving him her best sultry, needy, seductive look as she started to crawl up his body, pushing him back further into the pillow throne as she climbed fully on top of him, letting his cock drag along her chest and down her stomach the whole way.

As Luna reached the top she put her hooves on his shoulders, holding herself up as she brought her hindquarters down. She let out a long, low moan as she felt her damp, heated marehood press against the side of Master’s glorious cock, pinning the heavy length between the two of them as she started to oh so slightly rock back and forth along it.

Master’s pleased gasp was all the encouragement she truly needed. However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t help them both have a little more fun either, she did want to show Master just how good she could be after all.

Still lightly humping along his shaft she leaned down and started to kiss and nuzzle along his neck, working her way up till she could give his ear a teasing lick. “Has this slave’s work pleased you Master?” She kept her voice a low, husky whisper with just a hint of a moan to it.

“Uh…” Master licked his lips and had to fight to take a deep enough breath to speak, “Oh... oh yeah. You… tha’ was amazing!”

“This slave is glad that Master is satisfied with her work.” She pressed down on his shaft harder, grinding her folds further along its length. “This slave enjoyed tending to master as well.” She licked his ear again and gave it a playful bite before shifting over to the other one. “Does it please Master to feel how wet, how hot, tending to him made this slave’s pussy?”

Master groaned what may have been a vague ‘uh-huh’ and nodded his head. Luna smiled at just how adorable he was being and had to fight the urge to ruffle a hoof through his mane before forcing herself to focus. She grabbed Master’s forelegs in her magic and lifted them up to her hips where they instantly wrapped around them and pulled her down on top of Master even harder.

She bore down, sliding herself along his length. One of her hooves slid around Master’s neck as the other started to store along it. “Yes, oh yes Master! Your cock feels so good.” She pulled herself into a tight hug, her muzzle still pressed to his ear as she let out a long, moaning whimper. “So good.”

Beneath her, Master’s cock throbbed and twitched harder. “Good, you… you feel so good too.” His hooves kept her held down tight as his hips started to buck in time with her motions.

“This slave is glad Master is enjoying her body. Does he wish her to continue? To use her damp, hot, wet marehood to make him cum again?” Before he could do more than moan in response she switched ears and kept whispering. “Or would Master like more? Does Master wish for this slave to sink her tight, needy cunt down onto his glorious cock?”

“W-would ya like that?”

Luna slowed down, shifting to longer, more even strokes along his shaft. “Oh yes, Master. This slave would greatly enjoy being allowed that honor. Being worthy of riding your glorious cock, letting her body tend to Master’s needs till he finds her worthy of filling with more of his wondrous seed.” She slid up to the head of his cock and held herself there, rocking side to side lightly.

Master’s moans were almost all the permission she needed, but she held back slightly longer. “Yes… oh buck yes do that!”

That was all the further encouragement she needed. Pulling out of Master’s grip she lifted herself off of him, freeing his cock for her magic to grab. His cock slid upwards as she moved it into position, letting the head drag along her stomach till she could feel the broad tip pressing against her folds.

She held herself there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of Master’s shaft pressing into her, so close to filling her, teasing both of them. With a loud, long moan she sank downwards, Master’s cock forcing her marehood wide, stretching it to its limits as she took inch after inch.

“Master… so good… Master’s cock feels so good.” She wrapped both hooves around his neck, holding tight as she impaled herself onto his glorious stallionhood.

Master returned the embrace, holding her tight as he moaned out his reply. “Good, you… you feel so good too!”

Luna moved slowly, steadily sinking lower, taking more and more of Master into her, giving her both time to adjust to the shaft stretching her wide, as well as to savor the moment. The whole time shudders of pleasure ran along her body.

It would be so easy to give into them, to slam herself down on Master’s cock, let the pleasure overwhelm her. She grit her teeth and forced the thought away, a slave’s pleasure came only from serving her Master. She looked down at Master, who was watching his stallionhood slowly disappear inside of its new sheath while groaning lightly. Of course, if it is Master’s wish then…

Smirking to herself she leaned down to Master’s ear again. “Oh it feels so good. Master’s cock feels so good inside of me.” She forced herself down a bit further, the resistance and pressure making clear she was close to the limit, but also causing Master to gasp and moan.

“You… yah feel good to, so good.”

He was so adorable, so big and strong and caring, yet so much like some young colt right now. So cute and unsure, just lost in the moment. Luna nuzzled his ear and let out a low, breathy moan for him. “This slave is glad that Master enjoys her body.” One more push and she felt the pressure of his cock pushing on the entrance to her womb and held herself still.

“Master’s cock fills her pussy so well, so deep, feels so good.” She pulled back up slightly and squeezed his shaft as best she could with it already forcing her body to stretch so far. “It makes this slave feel good, so good.” She started to slide along his cock, slow, small motions up and down it’s length. “It makes this slave want to cum. Would Master like that? For this slave to show how good his cock feels by cumming for him?”

His hooves reached around to pull her down on top of him as his hips bucked upward, driving his shaft back to its limit. “Yeah, oh buck yeah! Cum for me!”

Now that it was a command from her master, Luna stopped holding back the building waves of pleasure. She pulled back out of his hold, pushing him down with her horehooves on his shoulders as she started to ride him, sliding along his cock, slamming herself back down hard enough to batter at her womb, over and over, letting her pleasure build with each thrust.

She was close, so close. She raised herself up along his cock and slammed back down, hard enough that she felt the head of his cock slam through her inner barrier and into her womb. The pleasure exploded through her as she cried out, her whole body shuddering as her orgasm washed over her.

Master’s cock had already started to flare out as she rode him, locking him inside of her but now she was able to sink down to take every last inch. Under her Master squirmed and moaned, lost in the pleasure as his slave worked to please him.

Her own climax started to wane, too short, too little, she needed more. She could feel every twitch, evey throb of Master’s cock, all while Master moaned in pleasure. She braced herself as best she could while on top both him and a pile of cushions and started to hammer herself onto his shaft, moving as far along it as she could with his flared out head holding him inside of her. No more teasing, no holding back, all she wanted was to fuck her master, to milk his cock dry, feel his warm, potent seed flooding into her.

It wasn’t long till she could feel him tense, his moans growing louder, faster. Just as she judged he was on the edge of cumming she wrapped her hooves around his neck, slammed herself down to the base of his cock, and pulled his head up to hers, her lips sealing on his as her tongue invaded his mouth.

It pushed Master over the edge, his hips bucked as he came, wave after wave of thick warmth filling Luna’s body and setting off another powerful orgasm. She clung tightly to him, riding out their shared climaxes as their moans and cries of pleasure muffled each other in their kiss. Over and over Master filled his slave, was it more than last time? She had no idea nor did she care, only that it felt so good.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed and the hammering shots of fresh cum tapered off,Luna pulled back out to embrace. Master lay under her, panting and streaked in sweat, a condition she was quite certain she mirrored. Inside her she could feel his shaft starting to soften and she whimpered, not quite ready to be empty again yet.

She laid her head on Master’s chest and leaned up to nuzzle the underside of his chin. “Is Master satisfied with the work of his slave?”

She felt one heavy hoof wrap around her shoulders in a half hug as he nodded. “Yeah, oh goddesses yeah. Tha’ was incredible.” Luna beamed at the compliment, relaxing on top of Master as they both enjoyed the afterglow.

It took a few moments till she realized another sound had joined them in the room, the slow, steady clopping together of hooves in… applause? She sat up and twisted around to see a pale coated, blond and platinum maned unicorn, if one ignored the wings that Luna was well aware were merely illusions, in den mother barding sitting on the far side of the room, clapping her hooves together.

She felt Wood jerk up in surprise and placed a calming hoof on his shoulder, never taking her eyes off the visitor. “Starsong, We art glad thou enjoyed the show, but We assume thou has a reason beyond wishing to show your appreciation of it for coming in here?”

The mare nodded and stood up. “Quite. You need to come with me, Fading.” She held up a hoof to forestall Luna’s reply. “ No, it’s nothing you did, so don’t worry about that.”

Starsong stood stiff, not quite at full attention, but far less relaxed than normal. The same for her tone, crisp, direct, Luna could tell she was in full ‘professional’ mode, which meant whatever was going on was serious. She turned back to Wood and carefully climbed off of him. “I am sorry but-” She cut off as he smiled at her and shook his head.

“No need ta be sorry. This sounds important,” he gestured at the door with a hoof, “go on, ah’ll be fine.” His smile faded slightly and he shifted nervously. “Ah ummm, ah’ll see you again soon?”

Luna returned his smile and bent down to kiss his forehead. “Most certainly. I cannot be sure when I shall have time to return, but it shall be as soon as I am able.”

She was certain she could see a slight blush on his cheeks as he nodded again. “Good, ah’ll uh, ah’ll see you then. And, and… Fading tonight this was… again this was just.” he gave a frustrated sigh and shook his head.

He really was just so adorable. Luna suppressed a giggle and put a hoof lightly on his chest. “Shhh, ‘twas quite good for me as well and I look forward to doing this again.” She caught his blush deepening as she turned to go.

As she reached Starsong the Den Mother looked over her shoulder. “Do you want me to send somepony to help with any aftercare?”

“Nah, nah, I’ll be fine, ya don’t need ta worry about me.” The mare nodded and ducked out of the door, her magic holding it open for Luna.

Once the door was shut behind them Luna held up a hoof to block Starsong from heading down the hallway. “Now, what has happened?”

“Not here, I’ll tell you once we get somewhere a bit more secure.” Starsong pushed Luna’s hoof down and started down the hallway before pausing and looking back over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t have interrupted if this wasn’t important. I gave you time to finish but that was the best I could do. I had direct instructions.”

Luna’s eyes widened at that, due to Starsong’s rather unique placement in the Lunar Guard there were only two ponies who would give her an order to do something like this and Luna knew she hadn’t given one. “I see, then let us cease wasting time with prattle.”

Starsong led her out of the building, moving as fast as she could short of breaking into an outright trot. Once outside, she rounded the corner of the building and paused, checking around for anypony else before placing a hoof on the building and pressing one of the bricks. A narrow gap opened in the street, a rough staircase leading down under it.

Luna blinked and looked between Starsong and the opening. “The tunnels?”

Starsong nodded and started down the stairs. “Yes, it’s the quickest way to get around. Just, don’t go bragging that I took you through them.”

Before Luna could move to join her a heavy, deep tone rang out from somewhere above them.

BONG. BONG. BONG. BONG. BONG.

Clockface! Attention all Society personal, Clockface! Stand by for an important announcement.

Both mare’s stopped in place as the voice rang out through the streets.

BONG. BONG. BONG. BONG. BONG.

Clockface! Attention all Society personal, Clockface! Stand by for an important announcement.

The voice changed to a stallion who Luna recognized as one of the primary Tower Council members.

Hello? Yes? Is it on? It is? So sorry for having to use the… wait, the what? I’m not calling it that! Who named this thing? Well that’s obvious, but why do we keep letting them… oh, right, nevermind!

Hello, as I was saying, so sorry for the interruption, we do apologize and will try to make this short. First order of business, we have been asked to inform all off duty Royal, Solar, and Lunar guards stationed in Canterlot that they are to report to their duty stations as quickly as possible. Any Guard Reserves stationed in Canterlot are to also report to their designated muster points.

Further, by special request of the Thrones, in three hours time all Society portals connecting to Canterlot will be temporarily shut down. Portal transit priority will be given to any returning guards. Any Society member requiring transport to Canterlot are encouraged to proceed to the portals immediately or be prepared to make alternative travel arrangements.

That is all, you may now return to your previous activities.

“Starsong, what is going on?”

The mare looked up at Luna and then pointed down the stairs. “I’ll tell you as soon as you get down here and I can close the entrance.”

With a flash of magic and twin pops of displaced air Luna teleported to the floor of the narrow tunnel. Starsong blinked at the flash then nodded, her own horn glowing as she triggered the mechanism to close the entrance, leaving the two with only their horn lights to see by.

“Alright, I don’t know the whole story. Just that your sister has informed the Tower Council that she has learned of some sort of threat against Canterlot. Of course being a council they sent a message for me to come up to talk to them immediately just to tell me that she wants me to find you and get you back to Canterlot rather than just send me a message saying that while I’m close enough to grab you immediately. By the way, very good job in the Wastelands, I’m very proud of how you handled that mare’s breakdown.”

“Thank you. But let us focus. We need to get to the Canterlot Portals immediately.”

“I know, hence the tunnels, just follow me-” Starsong cut off as Luna shook her head.

“Neigh ‘twill still take too long. Stand back.” Luna closed her eyes and focused on her magic. Power washed over her body, she could feel it enveloping her, flowing through her, reshaping her. As her body grew she tapped into the Tower’s ambient lay line networks and swapped her collar and hoofcuffs for the regalia she had left in her private room.

As the spell completed its work and broke apart, Luna took a moment to stretch herself and fan her now returned wings before turning to Starsong. Without a word she stepped over to the now smaller mare and wrapped a wing across her back, holding her close as she called on her magic again. A moment later the tunnels were empty save for the echoing pop of displaced air.

Author's Note

And finally at the end of this entry of the CTS Luna Saga. So sorry it took so long, I'd blame some of it on 2020, but well, that wasn't the only issue. Thank you so much to those who stuck around and gave me pushes to get this finished, hopefully I'll have more, and faster updating, stories soon.