Hunter's Gifts

At Hunter’s request, Wallflower led the way to a private room on the third floor, one of the rooms for Society guests when they planned on spending more than a few hours at the resort. Upon entering, Hunter saw that the room was surprisingly spacious, with dark hardwood flooring that was mostly covered up by an antique rug. The massive four post bed was not something he would call a king size bed, more like an Emperor size bed as it looked big enough for six people to sleep on comfortably with red blankets and matching curtains held open by tiebacks on the four posts. Also coming out of each post was a hook that looked like it was meant to be attached to a subs cuffs along with adjustable chains. How they managed to fit these in the bed posts, Hunter had no idea. Perhaps another thing brought in from Equestria. In front of the bed was another fireplace, the flames dancing on the wooden log, and above it was a black mantle which held a small antique clock in the middle. While the left side was bare, to the right of the clock was a large glass jug filled with ice water as well as two golden goblets whose handles took the form of naked women with ball gags in their mouths. Hanging on the walls were various paintings of doms in the act of punishing their subs. One painting had a dom in an old fashioned dress and her hair in a tight bun that reminded Hunter of an old time school teacher. Bent over the dom’s knee was a blue haired girl who looked oddly familiar, her ass reddening from the strikes of the crop in her mistress’ hand. Other similar paintings could be found hanging around the room, with some just showing subs on wooden horses with wax being dripped onto their naked flesh. Around the room were several large dressers, each one having carvings on each of the drawers. One, Hunter noticed, looked like a mouth with a ball gag in it while another looked like rope. Perhaps these held various items guests could use to have some fun here rather than heading straight to the Society.

Taking a breath, the completely nude teen walked in while Wallflower closed the door behind them, leaving them cut off from the rest of the house. Which was what Hunter wanted. Something private and intimate between the two of them. Sure, he had used Wallflower in the past when she was tied to a wall blindfolded or used her in the Cum Dumps. But during those times, others had been around meaning he could never take his time with her. And because she had always wished to be public use only, this might be his only chance to ever get something like this.

Another breath was taken as Hunter walked towards the fireplace, reaching out for the water pitcher as he neared it. As he began to pour the water, he glanced over at Wallflower to see her looking around her, hands behind her back as she took in the sights. Like this, her B cups became a bit more pronounced as they stuck out a bit. And when she turned around, Hunter got a chance to see her cute little butt. Yeah, this might be the only chance he would ever get to have her to himself so he’d have to make the most of it. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t pressure her to become his personal slave like Moondancer or ruin the night trying to prove how much better she would be off being his. At most he might, might, make a joke about it when they were done but that was as far as he hoped. He just had to make the most out of this night so that it would be forever burned into his memories. So much so that, when the sun came up and she went back to her role as a public use only slave, he would have no regrets.

With the goblet filled, Hunter held it before him in Wallflower’s direction. “Water?” he asked, nearly causing Wallflower to jump. Quickly she turned to face him again, a nervous smile on her face as she blushed.

“Yes,” she said as she approached him. As she took the goblet, their hands touched and were connected for what seemed longer than necessary as they looked into each other’s eyes. Seconds felt like minutes as they stared at each other, the only sounds they could hear besides their breathing were the ticking of the clock and the occasional popping of the log. Then the cup was passed on as they pulled apart. “T-Thank you Master.”

As she began to drink, Hunter took the second goblet and began to fill it. “No need to be nervous,” he said, shooting her a brief smile which she returned. Once his goblet was filled, he turned to her before raising his glass as in a mock declaration. “I promise you’re in good hands.”

“I know,” she said quickly, her blush darkening. “I’m just a little taken aback by all of this. Guess I was wondering what it was like for other subs who have their own doms. Y-You know, if they get to be in rooms like this one?”

“Sometimes,” replied Hunter after taking a brief sip of water, feeling the cold liquid as it ran down his throat. “I mean the rooms at the Society are nothing compared to this. The Society is still getting on its feet so resources are stretched a bit thin. But I have been in a couple of the nicer rooms meant for roleplaying. I think one was meant to be a fancy loft of a rich pervert. But this…I’m still trying to wrap my head around how those girls managed to put this all together.”

Wallflower let out a hum before they both took another drink. When they finished, the sub brought her goblet close to her chest and underneath her breasts while looking a little off to the side. Her fingers lightly tapped at the golden cup’s side while her lips looked like they were chewing on the inside of her mouth. “So I, ah,” she began while her blush darkened even more. Pausing to give herself a moment, Wallflower backed up to sit down on the bed. Once seated she took one of her hands to run it through her hair while also lowering her head, causing several stands to fall down over her face. “The thing is Master, I’m sort of wondering what you meant by having me for the rest of the night. Let’s be honest, I’m not nearly as sexy or experienced as some of the other girls. I just have myself tied to a wall for people to use. So…why?”

Hunter didn’t respond to this right away, tapping his goblet with a single finger as he kept his gaze on Wallflower. His thoughts raced as he tried his best to decide how he wanted to handle it. Should he lie and make up some random excuse? Or should he backtrack? That…No. It would have been easier, but he wasn’t going to lie to himself or her.

“Honestly, I always like you. More than a friend that is,” said Hunter, a brief smile appearing on his face as Wallflower’s head shot up. The sub’s eyes were wide and her green skin had darkened even more with a blush. “Not surprised you didn’t know this. When I was a freshman, I sort of, well, tried to talk to you. Get to know you, ask you out. But I guess I lost my nerve every time.” Hunter then let out a sigh as he saw some mist within Wallflower’s eyes. As they looked at each other, Wallflower suddenly lowered her head so quickly that her hair hung down like drapes while her hands clutched at the handle of her goblet. At this, Hunter let out another sigh. Yeah, what did he expect to happen? “Sort of pathetic, isn’t it. I’m telling you all this now of all times. Why is it that this time I’m not having a black out or whatever the hell was wrong with me back then? I just wanted to have you all to myself for a bit so I could maybe pretend that I…Look, if I made you uncomfortable, we don’t have to do this. I just know that-”

“You did talk to me,” whispered Wallflower, her voice almost choking as she gripped her goblet so hard her knuckles were turning white. But Hunter could only stare at her dumbly, his brain trying to process what she just said.

“I…did?” he asked slowly. “But I don’t-”

“I remember the first time,” sniffed Wallflower as she looked ready to curl up into a ball. “I was standing at my locker, pulling out books when you just walked right to me and started talking. I didn’t even turn to look at you because, well, I thought you were talking to someone else. It happened so often that I didn’t even get my hopes up. I mean, no one at school ever paid any attention to me, not even the teachers. So I just stood there feeling sorry for myself and wishing someone was talking to me without listening to a word you said. But, when you said my name, I was so shocked I whirled around on you. You were standing there, looking worried for me like you had scared me. And to be honest, I was scared. And excited. And confused as to how to talk back. So I panicked and made you forget everything.”

“You…made me forget?” echoed Hunter now feeling really confused. “But how?”

“I found this thing called the Memory Stone,” admitted Wallflower, slowly shaking her head in a manner that reminded Hunter of willow branches in the wind. “It let me pick out memories of people and suck them up. So I grabbed it and used it to make you forget we ever talked. Then I ran.” Wallflower then sniffed, raising her arms to wipe away the tears that must have been forming in her eyes as she sat there.

As Hunter stood there, dumbfounded by this revelation, she continued. “N-Normally, when I use it, it’s like it never happened. The person I talked to never approaches me again. So imagine my surprise when you came back to talk to me a few days later.” There was another sniff before Wallflower raised her head. Yes, there were tears running down her face, but at the same time there was a smile on her face. A sad one to be sure, holding plenty of regret to it. “That second time, I was surprised but tried to talk back. To hold a normal conversation with you because it felt like you really wanted to get to know me. It didn’t need to be perfect, just sort of passable. But I kept saying the wrong things, fumbling and just making everything so awkward that I felt like it would be better if we just forgot it ever happened. So I used the stone again.

“That didn’t stop you. You kept coming back, trying to talk to me. Honestly, it became the only thing that I looked forward to everyday and hoping that I wouldn’t mess it up somehow. But I did. Sometimes I would accidently splash water on you or trip and dump my food tray on your shirt. A really awkward hello or playing it too cool that it just felt…well, everything just like if this was our ‘first’ conversation it would be our last. So I kept using the stone. But, there were times when I watched you when you weren’t looking. I wanted to find out more about the guy who liked me so much and, well, I really liked what I saw. A few times I even approached you hoping that this would be the one time it was passable. Only thing was those meetings were taking longer to happen. At first it was every couple of days, then every couple of weeks, then every other month…and then they stopped happening all together. And when I saw you with Moondancer, holding hands one day, I knew you had moved on. Kind of sad when you think about it. It was only after I lost the Memory Stone that we were able to become friends.”

Hunter stood there, unsure as to what he should feel. Relief that he hadn’t had blackouts? Happy that he did have the courage to talk to Wallflower and that she shared the same feelings? Angry that she had messed with his mind more than once? Or sad that they had missed that chance? Did the others know about the stone? Silly question, of course they knew. They dealt with this sort of thing all the time!

His body then seemed to move on its own, walking over to the bed where he sat down next to Wallflower. He watched as the girl flinched when she felt the bed shift and another time as he raised an arm. It was as if she expected him to strike her. To slap her or something, to make her pay for what she had done. Yet that wasn’t what Hunter did. Instead he wrapped his arm around her back, latched onto her shoulder before pulling her close to him. He could feel her side boob pressing against his chest as she looked up into his face, confused.

“I thought,” she began, lip and body trembling. “I thought that you’d be more upset. That you would storm out or…”

“Not going to lie, I am mad,” said Hunter firmly. “But I…I think we lost enough time. And, to be honest, I don’t want to waste anymore. So I want you to answer me something, honestly.” Hunter waited a moment, watching as Wallflower slowly nodded. “You said you liked what you saw. How much?”

Wallflower’s eyes widened at that and, for a moment, it felt like she wanted to run away. But Hunter held firm, keeping his ones on her until she finally spoke. “Y-You were my first sex dream. We were in the cafeteria, making out, when you suddenly picked me up and put me on the table. Everyone was watching as you started undressing me, tossing my sweater right in Sunset’s face. Then you pulled down my pants and started eating me out, calling me your favorite lunch before you…Oh my god, I said too much haven’t I? I really need to stop talk-” Wallflower was silenced then and there by Hunter. Not by covering her mouth with his hand, but by his lips mashing onto hers before climbing on top of her and pressing her against the bed, the goblets they had been holding dropped to the floor where they were quickly forgotten about. He was not going to waste anymore time.

As Hunter fully climbed on top of her, taking control of her, he felt her complete acceptance of this. Her mouth opened to allow his tongue to enter, their tongues lashing out at each other in want. Almost as one, the two teens moaned into the kiss as their faces twisted and turned in an effort to eat the other’s. Wallflower’s body began to squirm, hips rising up while Hunter kept her in place. Hunter could feel her nipples growing harder as they made out, the tears on her face drying out. Then, when Hunter pulled away, there was a stand of saliva that still connected the two to each other as they looked into the others eyes and panted. Did they stare like that long enough for it to break, falling onto Wallflower’s body? No! Because Hunter dove back in to continue making out with Wallflower which she met with equal vigor.

For some time, the two laid there, with the only sounds made were moaning, the rustling of sheets, and the slick noises of lip against lip. As they continued, Hunter took Wallflower’s wrists in his hands, moving them over her head without looking. There he fumbled with the cuffs, trying to latch them together without looking. When he finally got it, Wallflower’s chest rose to press in against her Master’s as he used one hand to hold both of hers over her head while the other slid down her arm. Hunter began to use that hand to feel every bit of her body from her side, feeling how soft it was from her arms all the ways to her ass. There he squeezed it, causing her to moan even louder than before as her body shook. For all his efforts at being a dom, Hunter felt himself losing all his self control along with Wallflower. It was like a dam had broken and heat of the moment passion was the only thing that mattered for either of them.

It was only when Hunter broke the kiss to start making out with her neck that his lips touched her collar, bringing him back to the moment. Slowly he pulled away, looking down at Wallflower. Her eyes were shut tightly as she panted wildly, body twisting as it withered in pure pleasure. Pleasure granted by him.

“Stay there,” Hunter said as he slid off the bed, Wallflower letting out a whine. “Don’t move.” With all the speed he would allow himself, Hunter went to one of the dressers to look for the right tool to unwrap his final gift. He found it rather quickly, a blade like the one he had used on Rarity, tied with a bow on its handle as if someone knew he would use it. Rather than pondering this, Hunter turned to Wallflower who struggled to follow his order. Her head watched him, turning on its side while her hips fidgeted.

Not a second was wasted as Hunter returned to Wallflower, holding up the blade so that she could see it clearly. Grinning, he brought it down to her cunt so that the cold blunt side could be pressed against those lips nearly causing her hips to jump at the touch. Silently he began to run it up and down, collecting the girls nectar on the steel as she gasped. Only when her girl juices were dripping from the blade did he bring it up to lick it clean, tasting her sweetness and wanting more. But he held himself back, instead bringing the blade close to her belly so he could cut the ribbons. As with the others, Hunter cut each one slowly so as to savor every moment. As if he knew what this present contained was something truly special and he wanted to relish this memory. Then, when he was at the last ribbon, he paused. Wallflower let out a noise as if to beg him to continue, but Hunter held the blade there.

“Please Master,” gasped Wallflower. “Please continue. This horny slave begs you!”

Hunter did not answer right away, his breathing hard in order to control himself. His cock had been hard for some time now, desiring to continue. But Hunter denied his more basic urges as he looked at Wallflower. “How many more fantasies did you have with me?” he asked.

“Lots,” moaned Wallflower as a smile appeared on her face. “Even after you and Moondancer became a couple, I still had dreams. That day when Sunset found out about my fetish, I was dreaming about you plowing my dirty little ass in the garden with several people watching. Some came over to have me suck their cocks or to jerk them off while the rest just pleasured themselves until they came all over me!”

Fuck it, thought Hunter as he made a split second decision. “Then, would you like to continue calling me Master after tonight?” he asked. Wallflower’s eyes opened wide, her smile faltering a little as she remained still. For a moment, it looked like her eyes were becoming misty again yet Hunter continued. “I’ve wanted you to be one of my subs for a long time, ever since I found out you were in the Society. To be a part of my life as more than just a good friend, sub to me and slave sister to Moondancer. I know that this might not be completely your thing, but I had to ask.”

For a moment, Wallflower said nothing. Just laid there as the seconds ticked by causing Hunter to believe that he had fucked up. That she was going to end this session with a single word as he had crossed a line. Then, she brought her cuffed hands to her chest and Hunter began to pull the blade back ready to accept that this was over. However, Wallflower reached out to take hold of the blade by both sides, bringing it back to her chest as she sat up. Carefully she positioned it right where it had been so that she could cut that last ribbon herself. Now laying there surrounded by her former wrappings, she brought the blade up to her collar where he held it.

“Master, would you do the honors?” she asked. There was a longing in her voice, but not one fueled by lust. She sounded very much like she knew what she was doing and was putting the power in his hand. So, carefully, Hunter slid the knife upwards as its magic easily cut through the material. Once cut the remains of her collar fell down, bouncing once on the bed as Wallflower brought her hands up to touch her bare neck. She smiled, looking at him: her one true Master. “Now I belong to you.”

“Yes,” breathed Hunter as he moved away, walking over to the mantle to place the knife on top. He turned around to look at her, seeing her watching him hopefully. A part of him wanted to smack himself for not thinking this all the way through. Both knew the rules of the Society were still in place, meaning subs had to be collared at all times. But Hunter felt like he had asked at the right time, not too far into the session where her mind would have been clouded by lust or even afterwards when her thoughts would have been sluggish. They might get in trouble if they continued, but as long as they consented and didn’t do anything too extreme then maybe it would be ok? If not, he would take full responsibility.

Wallflower’s smile returned as Hunter approached her again. After crawling back onto the bed, Hunter gave her a quick kiss before separating her wrist cuffs. Once that had been done, Hunter laid her back while bringing her wrists down to her ankles, attaching those cuffs together starting on the right side before moving to the left. When he was done, Wallflower was lying there with her knees bent and pussy exposed.

Licking his lips, Hunter began to crawl between her legs before bringing his face close to her trembling flower. Briefly he laid there, watching her nectar soaked petals glisten as they twitched before him, feeling his hot breath. For her part, Wallflower was doing her best to remain still. however her hips slightly rose in excitement. She too was eager for this, but Hunter made her wait so he could savor this moment. Inhaling the scent, Hunter found it to be the most powerful of the night! Almost dizzy with excitement the teen lunged his head forward, his tongue penetrating her very quickly. Wallflower began to let out short gasps, her hips rising as Hunter tasted her right from the source and taking in its undiluted splendor. His own hands shot to her ass, forcing her back down while giving them a squeeze.

Inside, his tongue began to press against her inner walls causing more of her fluids to pour out. To his great delight, he found that the taste reminded him of kiwi as well as a hint of something else he could not quite place. While this was a delight, chief among them was the feeling of her inner walls against his tongue. So soft and smooth, they pressed against his tongue as if they were lovingly stroking it. Around and around he began to move his tongue, seeing the reactions his new sub gave whenever he pressed against a specific area. He listened to her gasps turn into throaty moans when putting pressure on one spot or hearing her cry out with bliss when another wall had pressure put on it. He could feel how her lips trembled when he stroked depending how he flicked his tongue. All of this Hunter took in for later amusement.

Pulling his tongue out, Hunter began to tease her more. There he licked and kissed her folds loudly, causing the poor girl to thrash about. Glancing upwards he saw that her clit was out, fully exposed for him to pleasure. Rather than going for the kill and taking it in her mouth, Hunter raised his body before blowing on it. As soon as his hot breath ran across that bundle of nerves, Wallflower let out a cry as her chest thrust into the air as far as it could go. She didn’t cum, but Hunter could clearly see that she was close. So he did what any good dom would do in this situation: pull back.

As Wallflower’s hips flopped back onto the bed, Hunter began to pull back from between her legs. Something that Wallflower noticed. “Master, please,” begged Wallflower between a series of pants. “So close, I’m so close that it feels like I’m on fire! Please Master, let me cum. Oh please let me cum Master.”

“Do you think you deserve it slave?” demanded Hunter, not looking at her as he moved across the bed to the other side. There he turned around, resting his back against the board so that he was in a sitting position. “No. I have spent far too much time tending to your pleasure and yet you have failed to thank me properly. Why would any Master waste their time finishing off such an ungrateful slave?”

“NO!” yelled Wallflower as she tried to roll over. She tried once, twice, and on the third time she managed to turn so that she lay on her belly. But like this her arms were behind her back and her legs bent over her prone body. In a way it reminded Hunter of the turkey dinner they shared during Christmas. “Please Master, let this slave show you her gratitude!”

“Then come here,” replied Hunter as he gestured to his rock hard cock. “Squirm on your belly like the lowly creature that you are. If you should please me, then I will allow you to cum.” As Hunter spoke, Wallflower looked from Hunter to her binding before returning her attention back to him. Her eyes said it all: ‘this is impossible’. Yet Hunter remained where he was, resting his head on his chin while giving her a mock yawn. If she wanted to cum then she would have to earn it. Then he noticed Wallflower biting her lower lip before her gaze fell on his cock, her eyes becoming focused on that one thing.

Hunter watched as Wallflower seemed to ready herself, taking a deep breath before beginning. She began to squirm on the bed like a snake, trying to bring her hands down as much as possible in order to help push her closer to her Master. However, her cuffs made that impossible. Still she wiggled and wormed about, trying to use the springs on the bed to her advantage as well as every part of her body that she could. She used her chin to help push herself, her shoulder, and even her hips all in an effort to move upwards little by little. Never did she take her eyes off her prize, the object that she was to worship.

Eventually, Wallflower made it to the place between Hunter’s legs. Though she panted, she still managed to raise her upper body enough so that she could place a loving kiss on the head of his cock. More kisses soon followed, leaving a trail down his shaft and onto Hunter’s balls. She tried to wiggle herself ever closer as her tongue began to make its move, lapping against the skin of his sack. Hunter let out a groan of enjoyment, loving the feel of her tongue against his body. More so when she was able to shove her nose into his balls, inhaling his scent deeply before moving up. Wet slicks could now be heard as well as Wallflower’s lust filled moans with every lick. Looking down at her, Hunter could see her eyes were half lidded, cheeks dark again as her pink muscle caressed his shaft so as to properly worship it. The higher she went, the louder her moans began as she began to taste the precum running down his cock.

When she got to the top, Wallflower wasted no time in wrapping her lips around Hunter’s dick. Her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head as she let out a hum of pure bliss as she rested her head there, unmoving while taking in her Master’s flavor. That hum sent vibrations through Hunter’s body which he fought hard to keep his toes from curling. He could feel her saliva beginning to fill her mouth before it escaped, slipping past her lips and down his shaft.

Then, she released it with a pop before staring at it with a dreamy expression. “This, ah, this is my Master’s cock,” she gasped before licking the head a few times. “My Master’s pleasure tool. How wonderful it is. How big, thick, and tasty it is. This slave does not deserve such an honor as to clean it with her tongue. Thank you Master for having mercy on this lowly creature.” She licked the head a few more times before heading back down the shaft.

More and more, Wallflower continued to wet the instrument of her pleasure. Lustfully, she would let out moans between every lick or make loud declarations of how amazing Hunter’s cock was. Her nose would lightly travel along Hunter’s length, no doubt feeling every vein and bump as it did so. At the same time, Hunter’s cock would twitch while the teen kept his release under control only allowing bits of pre to flow out. Not an easy task as Hunter wanted to plaster her face white with his spunk. To grab her head roughly, ramming his rod deep into her throat so that he had a direct line to the girl’s stomach. Yet Hunter held off on those impulses as he instead wanted his first load with his new sub to head straight for her womb, marking her as his.

“That is enough slave,” commanded Hunter after a while. Wallflower looked up at him, still on her belly with her own spit dangling off her nose. Honestly it looked rather cute on her. Grinning, Hunter reached down to cup his new sub’s cheek while keeping her focus on him. “It is time. The first time when a Master’s cock penetrates into his new sub, fully claiming her as his. After this the life you knew will be gone. Your days of going from cock to cock, searching for the right one to fulfill you will be over for it is here right in front of you. This cock which will claim you in front of the Society once more when the holidays end so that they can see you with my lock on your collar. They will watch as I plow your filthy cunt and anus, filling it with my seed as you cry out. All of them will look on with jealousy, knowing that you have been taken.” Hunter paused as he saw the look in Wallflower’s eyes and felt her body trembling. It was like she was seeing all of this before her very eyes, about to cum at the very thought of all this happening to her. Smiling, Hunter continued. “From this moment forward, all other cocks are secondary at best, allowed to penetrate you for my amusement. Yes, I will allow you to be used by other Masters as I watch. But only to help you fully realize to whom you belong. Do you understand cunt?”

Wallflower’s eyes gleamed with joy as she looked up at Hunter, no doubt happy to hear that one of her favorite fetishes was not going to be taken away from her. “Yes Master,” she cried with joy. “Please Master, show this worthless cunt where she belongs!”

Carefully, Hunter began to pull Wallflower up closer to him. While he would have loved to experiment with having Wallflower the way she was, he was not used to having his slaves bound the way she was. So he uncuffed her. But only for a moment, bringing her arms behind her back so he could bind them there. This would make for a safer, more enjoyable first time of the both of them. Once that was finished, Hunter brought Wallflower onto his lap, getting her into position. The head of his cock was lightly pressed against her pussy which was dripping so much her juices were already running down his length.

As Hunter prepared to make the plunge, the door to their room opened. “WAIT!” yelled Pinkie as she bounced into the room, causing Hunter to nearly drop Wallflower. Both of them watched as Pinkie, Rainbow, Sunset, and the others all entered the room. All of them were still naked and looking disheveled from the night activities. Rarity seemed to still be a little wobbly from the breaking session they had had, leaning on Fluttershy for support who looked like she was coming down from her own cloud nine. What surprised him about this was that Fluttershy was spotting long scratches on her back that he knew he didn’t put there as well as some tufts of grey fur clinging to her that clearly didn’t belong their. Applejack, Twilight, and Rainbow were also helping each other into the room as they paused to briefly take part in a three way kiss. Sunset seemed to be able to walk just fine, having reinserted her tail plug with her cat ears still on. Then there was Pinkie. Despite bouncing up and down, Pinkie had with her a large cake in her arms. While that wasn’t odd, since she was well known for having some sort of sweet with her at all times, the frosting on it showed Wallflower hogtied with Hunter above her with a riding crop. Below the image were the words: Congratulations on getting a new slave!

She wasn’t the only one carrying something. In her hands, Sunset held a large brown collaring block with a new, black collar waiting for an owner. Both Hunter and Wallflower felt their eyes widen as Sunset crawled onto the bed and laid it there before them. As she looked down at it, Hunter could feel Wallflower’s breathing quicken excitedly while Sunset crawled beside her.

“Your last moments as a Society slave,” whispered Sunset as she kissed Wallflower’s cheek. She then turned to look at Hunter, her cat-like grin returning. “So, got anything special in mind as she surrenders herself to you? Remember, you only get to claim this precious little slave once. It would be a shame not to make it memorable.” As she spoke, all of the other girls began to crawl onto the bed forming a circle around them. Nearly all of them had their legs spread with a hand on their breasts, looking eager to play with themselves.

Hunter let out a dark chuckle. “You have a point kitten,” said Hunter, causing Sunset to let out a purr. His focus was now on Wallflower, gripping her a little tighter now. “Slave, you shall make your vows before everyone here before you may impale yourself on my shaft. Make it good or I shall be forced to reconsider if you really desire to be my slave.”

Already, Wallflower’s body was trembling. Though her back was facing Hunter, he could almost see the look of ecstasy on her face. She took several deep breaths, her shoulders rising and falling with each one, before finally she spoke. “I, Society Slave WB-20031, submit myself to my Master Star Hunter. The man who I wronged by stealing away his memories, stupidly running away from him. Now I give him everything willingly of my own accord. My body and my being is his to do with as he sees fit! This slave begs you Master, take me! Remake me however you see fit! All I ask is that I stay by your side like a good little bitch for the rest of my life! This I swear to you Master before everyone here!”

And with that, Wallflower lowered herself onto Hunter’s cock taking it all in at once.

For a moment, Hunter’s eyes were half lidded as he felt his new slave’s pussy wrapping around his cock. It was perfect. There was no other way to describe it. Her tunnel was neither too tight nor too loose, wrapping around his length with an almost perfect grip and wetness. He could feel her fluids washing him as he filled her to her core. It was like she was a sex toy made just for him. And what’s more, her body seemed to know that as well for Wallflower was letting out another throaty moan as she swayed on his lap. But that didn’t stop her from spreading her legs as far as she could so that everyone else could see his rod entering her, the object that was making her legs tremble with joy as all unnecessary thoughts left her.

“Very good,” whispered Hunter as he reached forward to knead her breasts, pinching her nipples so hard that it caused her to cry out. “For tonight, you do not need my permission to cum. Cum as much as you want, but make sure everyone knows it!” At Hunter’s words, Wallflower’s tunnel began to quiver before a rush of liquid left her.

“Master’s cock!” she screamed. “Master’s cock just made me cum in front of all of you. Just by putting it inside.” Around her, the other began to play with themselves as well as each other. Sunset, who was kneeling seductively next to Wallflower, was rubbing her own clit as she watched Wallflower as she bounced on her me Master’s shaft. Applejack and Twilight had their fingers in the other’s snatch, their eyes glued to the scene before them. Rainbow had leaned backwards, hips high in the air so that her own pussy could be seen by everyone as she pinched her pink pearl. As for Rarity, the white skinned teen was playing with her breasts while Pinkie sucked on one of her nipples. Fluttershy watched as if in a trance, swaying from side to side with her knees held together tight. As if she had something inside of her that she didn’t want out. With all eyes upon her, Wallflower’s body began to shudder as another orgasm quickly overtook her. “Master, I’m cumming again! You’re dirty little whore slave is cumming while everyone watches!”

Wallflower’s body twisted and jerked as one orgasmic high was piled on top of another. Hunter could feel her body as it began to shutter and tremble, no doubt becoming more sensitive as her body was rocked with pleasure. The girl’s juices were flowing like made, the blanket around them becoming increasingly damp. And still Wallflower continued to bounce on his instrument of impalement before the others.

“That’s three Master,” Wallflower cried out, throwing her head back as her cunt shuddered again while another wave of juices gushed out. But she did not stop, even though her legs were shaky now, Wallflower continued to move. “Three times your slave has cum!” Hunter didn’t reply, his face strained as he fought with himself to keep from filling her tunnel with his seed. Instead of speaking, he raised his hand to give Wallflower a firm swat to the ass. The sound echoed through the room causing Wallflower to cry out even more.

“Four,” she said in a croaking voice, her movement’s starting to slow down. “Master, four times. Felish soh goosh.” With that slur, Wallflower began to lean forward to throw herself on the collaring block. Hunter didn’t stop her only watching as her neck landed where the black collar lay, its magic coming to life as soon as her green skin made contact. Silence filled the air as everyone watched, the collar wrapping itself around her neck all on its own. As it did, Hunter unleashed his load into her. More powerful than anything he had done throughout the night, his sperm began to fill her with the force of a hose. The teen grunted, nearly doubling forward as massive ropes of cum began to fill his slave. So much so that he feared the sheer amount would have made her pregnant had she not taken a potion to prevent it!

None of the others moved much as Hunter lifted Wallflower off the block, moving her onto her back as she laid there on the bed. As Sunset moved to get some water for the girl, Hunter stared down at her face. It put it simply: there was nothing but bliss in her expression. She just smiled with drool coming out from the corners of her mouth, sweat forming at the roots of her hair as she looked at her master. One of her hands reached up to touch her collar, a tremble of joy rocking her body as she felt it. The confirmation that she was his slave.

Moments later, Sunset brought a glass with a straw close to Wallflower’s mouth, urging her to drink it. When she finished half the glass, the newly owned slave pushed the glass away before looking up at her Master once more. “Can we keep going Master?” she asked.

“Yes,” hissed Hunter, earning a squeal of joy from Wallflower as he leaned forward over her. His hips, still connected to hers, proceeded to pound into Wallflower’s cavern of flesh without a moment’s delay as the others around them began to move in. Hunter could feel breasts on either side of his face, hard nipples poking at him while tongues began to caress his body. Yet he did not bother to look to see who it was nor did he care. Right now, all that mattered was his new slave.

Hunter laid in bed, feeling warmth and softness all around him until light struck his face, rousing him from his slumber. At first, he wanted to ignore it for as long as possible, but the light refused to move or fade making it impossible. Slowly he opened his crust covered eyes only to quickly close them for the light had been so bright that it nearly blinded him! Once again he opened his eyes, but even more slowly as to give his orbs time to adjust. As things came into focus, he found that the light was coming through the window, the snow reflecting everything to make it all the brighter.

There was confusion for a moment as he realized that that was not his window. Nor was this his bed for it was far too comfortable! There was also something else in the bed with him, pressed next to his body. Turning his head, Hunter nearly jumped at what he saw. Wallflower, with her arms tied behind her back, was there at his side. His arm it seemed was nestled between her breasts as she laid on her side with her hair messy again.

As he looked at her, memories of the night before began to come back to him. He remembered opening all his gifts, the conversation he had with Wallflower, as well as everything that happened afterwards. He smiled, his hand reaching out to touch the collar around her neck while wiping away some stray frosting from the cake they had eaten, seeing that none of it was a dream. And for that, he was glad.

Hunter wanted nothing more than to lie there, staring at Wallflower until she awoke. Perhaps stroking her body like one would a cherished pet as he thought about all the things they could do. But his stomach had other wants. All he had had last night was cake which they had all eaten off of Wallflower’s body, licking her clean before using wet towels, and plenty of girl cum. Not exactly the meal of champions or anything that would fill a person for long. And if he was feeling hungry, he knew that his slave would be feeling it all the worse when she finally opened those eyes. It was his duty to take care of her now and Hunter eagerly wished to do so.

Getting up, Hunter found a robe on a hook near the door that he was almost certain wasn’t there when he fell asleep. Shrugging he put it on before leaving. While he wasn’t sure where the kitchen was, he had a good feeling it was somewhere on the first floor. A fairly sound plan, he thought to himself as he entered the empty hallway.

By the time he made his way to the stairs, Hunter saw Sunset and Twilight approaching from the lower floors looking remarkably different from the night before. Sunset had disposed of the collar, cat ears, and tail and was instead wearing a similar robe as he was with a sly smile on her face. Twilight was not so fortunate. Her arms were bound behind her by thick, black bindings that covered everything from her forearms all the way down to her hands leaving nothing but stumps. Her body was covered by several more black straps which looked like they squeezed her breasts tightly while a final one covered her eyes. Sunset guided the poor girl with a leash attached to her nipple rings.. As a final touch, two chains ran down from Twilight’s collar to the front corners of a serving tray that was anchored to a belt she wore. Contained on the tray was a full breakfast of pancakes, sausages, eggs, and two cups of orange juice.

There was something else there as well. A lock shaped like his symbol: the constellation Orion. The final piece to make Wallflower’s his.

“Thought you might be hungry,” said Sunset as she noticed the look on Hunter’s face, smiling as she moved her other hand which he saw held a riding crop. “We were just on our way to leave this at your door.”

“Thanks,” said Hunter as he took the food off the tray. As soon as he did, Sunset brought the crop between Twilight’s legs where she began to rub it slowly causing the purple girl to pant. “So, what happens now?”

“Hm?” went Sunset in an almost absent minded fashion. “Well, the night is over so everything is going pretty much back to normal. But you don’t have to leave right away or anything. You’re free to use the Resort to your heart’s content. That’s what everyone else is doing.” Sunset then walked behind Twilight, squeezing the poor girl’s breasts as she continued to use the crop. The scent of the girl was beginning to build, filling the hallway as Sunset licked her ear. “After you had your fun with this little slut, I needed to remind her who’s in control. Same with the others except for Fluttershy. She’s busy with her new animal friends.” She paused again to give Hunter a smile. “So, did you enjoy your real gift?”

Hunter grinned back. “Best Christmas gift I ever got,” he said honestly. “So, was that the real purpose? To get us together?”

Sunset shrugged. “I suppose you could say that,” she said. “I’ve known how much you liked her for some time now. As for Wallflower, well it was hard to miss how much she had been aching to be your little plaything. Only problem was she was scared you would reject her. Well, that and her guilt. So I figured I’d do something to help you two get together as a way of saying sorry. The others were in on it, but still felt very guilty we made you do all that work. Just remember, this was a one night thing.” She paused again. “Unless, of course, you ask really, really nicely.”

“I just might,” said Hunter as he turned around. “But another day. I have a new slave to fully break in. Maybe when we get back to Canterlot we can start talking about a session with Moondancer and Twilight.” At that, Twilight let out a lewd moan.

“That’s fine,” said Sunset. “Oh, before I forget, we’ll be working on the portal later this afternoon, so Moondancer will be most likely stopping by. Merry Christmas~!” And with that they parted ways.

Once back in the room, Hunter found Wallflower awake and sitting upright. The blush had returned to her face, her eyes watching as Hunter walked around to the side of the bed he had departed from. It took a great deal of effort for him not to race, but to instead walk with confidence and the air of someone who was in complete control. Harder to maintain that as he slid onto the bed, inching closer to his new slave until their bodies touched once again.

“So, this is real?” asked Wallflower, asking as if she thought she might still be dreaming. Rather than answering right away, Hunter pulled out a lock and watched as Wallflower’s face lit up with joy. Hands trembling with excitement, Hunter brought the lock over to her collar where he then locked it into place. As he let go, he looked up at Wallflower to see something in her eyes. Devotion. Not the kind that he had seen from the other girls, lush fueled and found only in the heat of the scene. But rather, it was true devotion. The kind one sees outside of the Society and in-between scenes. In that look, Hunter could see her giving him access to her whole heart and soul which he willingly accepted.

“It is,” said Hunter as he forked some pancake thick with maple syrup and butter. Slowly he brought it close to her, dipping it down to rub her nipples and breast with it before putting it in her mouth. Some fun for after breakfast! “Now eat up, we’re going to need our energy.”

For the rest of the day and into the night, Hunter spent nearly every moment of it within that room with his new slave Wallflower. Slowly, carefully, he explored her body and pushed her to every limit that was possible while also taking short cuddle breaks from time to time. And when Moondancer appeared in their room, naked save for her own collar and cuffs, they pushed forward so that the two slaves could get a ‘feel’ for each other. As day turned to night and the others left the house one after the other, the three stayed in that room until the next morning.