Luna stepped onto the stage, glancing over her shoulder and making sure that Ganymede was following in her step. The stallion didn’t look even remotely phased by the situation, his hands in his pockets and posture laid back.

She was a bit bothered that Io had wandered off to pursue an adorable looking cook, but at least she had one of her go-to dominants with her.

And to be completely honest, she favoured Ganymede’s presence much more. As the Captain of her Guards, and her usual dominant, there wasn’t a stallion she trusted more in the entire kingdom to run her side of tonight’s affairs.

He looked around the platform, sizing up what he had to work with tonight. His expression was hard to read, conservative, not betraying an ounce of what was going on within his mind. He had adopted the attitude and posture of a quartermaster, appraising his stocks and attempting to mentally draft a report on how to best utilize them.

Luna turned and strode towards him, pressing her near naked form against him, allowing her hand to rove his chest.

Being the smaller of the sisters, Luna could still encounter stallions who were taller than herself, ones who made her feel small. That was one of the traits she enjoyed about Ganymede. He was a very strapping stallion who stood at least a head over her.

“Does Master like his tribute?” Luna asked, a mischievous little twinkle in her eye.

Ganymede nodded and looked down at her. One of his hands came up and he ever so carefully hooked a finger through the ring of her collar. He merely toyed with the little stainless-steel accessory, letting her know who she belonged to when she wore such attire.

“Yes, he does, princess,” he said, offering a small smile and kissing her on the forehead.

There was a difference in the way he said princess. It was no longer a title of her authority but rather one of her submission. The way he said it made the word sound like it was destined for subservience.

Luna smirked and reached for his free hand, guiding it under her skirt. He took the suggestion easily enough, sliding his digits across her leg and up her inner thigh before stroking her already glistening sex.

Ganymede smirked. “Someone’s gotten awfully excited.”

Luna’s complexion warmed. “It’s hard not to when I’m in your presence, Master.”

“And I’m sure that the dozens of ponies in attendance have nothing to do with your current state.” He grinned from ear to ear. “You are such a filthy whore, princess. I know that you’ve been getting off to the idea of letting the entire Lunar Guard run a train on you for a while now.” A single note of bemusement floated free. “Though I will admit I’m a little surprised that you’ve decided to let the Solar Guard play along as well.”

“Now, now, I can’t pick favourites,” Luna teased, gasping as Ganymede parted her slick folds and pushed his fat fingers into her.

As he did this, she clutched his shirt tightly, shivering against him.

“Yet, I’m your first stallion of the night?” Ganymede asked, cocking a brow. “That feels like a little bit of favouritism.”

“You caught me red handed,” Luna quivered. “Though I did want to get a chance to talk to you about this affair.”

“I’m listening,” Ganymede said.

His fingers plunged forcefully into her, drawing forth another gasp. This made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the matter at hand with anything approaching coherence.

“It’s hard to articulate myself while you’re fingering me, Master,” Luna whispered.

Ganymede snorted. “Well too bad. If you’re going to be a whore and play your hand, you can’t expect me not to play my own.”

Luna nodded and drew in a reinforcing breath. One which was promptly knocked free as Ganymede’s nimble and experienced digit’s glided along an especially receptive bundle of nerves. He really did know her anatomy to an alarming degree.

Regardless, she forced herself onwards. “As you know, I am a pony who enjoys a different type of sex.”

Ganymede nodded. “I’m familiar with that, yes.”

“And I would like to engage in that kind of affair this evening. But I also respect that many of my guards have not had a chance to dabble in the type of stuff I’m into.”

Ganymede smirked. “So, you’d like me to play mentor and make sure the troops don’t get over excited?”

Luna nodded rapidly. “Exactly!”

He drew his fingers out of her, resulting in a pitiful whimper. Instead, he once again tugged on Luna’s collar, drawing her muzzle against his own. The two of them kissed, their lips immediately parting. Their tongues danced around one another and Luna could sense a little masculine huff ooze forth from Ganymede as his nostrils flared.

They drew apart and Ganymede touched Luna’s cheek, gently stroking it.

“Of course, princess,” he said, playfully booping her on the nose. “I’m assuming that all our usual activities are on the table.”

Luna nodded.

“Same safe word?”

Another nod.

“And would you prefer one-on-one engagements, small groups, or should I just let everyone go ham?”

Luna shook her head. “Just start with small groups. I am a slut but even I am limited by the confines of my body.”

“Of course, princess,” he said, pecking her on the lips. Though he did frown as he drew back. “I will admit I did wish to have a round with Celestia this evening. Would it be ok if I got Io or Titan to cover for me for a little while?”

Luna smirked. “I don’t think my sister would be very receptive to our type of bedroom activities, Master. Especially from the submissive point of view.”

Ganymede shrugged. “Maybe not but… how many guards have the privilege of saying they’ve bedded all four princesses?”

Luna’s eyes widened “Wait, what do you mean by all four?”

“I’ve…” Ganymede sheepishly grinned. “I’ve said far too much.”

Luna shook her head. “You’re lucky that I’m so easily won over by favouritism. But to answer your question, yes, yes, I am absolutely fine with you getting either of those two to cover for you. They might not be Master but they know the ropes well enough.”

Ganymede smirked and drew his hand away from the ring on her collar, instead grasping the leather of it tightly. “Then I suppose it’s about time that we got started.”

Luna merely nodded, feeling a perverse chill run up her spine.

Ganymede drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes, staying stoic for but a moment. When he opened them again, any sign of kindness had melted away, replaced by a cold and calculating gaze.

His grip on her collar tightened and he stepped passed Luna, heading towards the X-shaped cross. He yanked her along, causing her to yelp and stumble in his wake, only kept up by his steely grip which refused to let her fall.

“It has been a very long day, princess,” Ganymede grumbled, tugging on her collar again, ensuring that she kept up with him. “Stuck in that armour all day, dealing with prissy Dukes and stuck-up Duchesses.”

Luna merely whimpered a response, feeling her mental state plunge into that lovely little abyss known as subspace.

“But you know what’s kept me going?” he asked.

“What?” Luna whispered.

“The thought of tying you up, beating you mercilessly, and then having you kiss my pelvis while I fuck your throat raw.” He chuckled cruelly and shook his head. “Kind of makes me wonder how many other guards are harbouring feelings like that. How many of them would just love an opportunity to ruin you for making them put up with this shit all day?”

They reached the cross and Ganymede let go, finally letting Luna stumble forth and fall to her knees. She knelt there as he went over to a nearby shelf, selecting a few cords of a very sturdy looking yellow rope. He coiled them around his hand, seeming to appraise its quality.

“I’d suggest you strip down, princess,” he coldly instructed.

Luna smirked. “These clothes were designed to be ripped off.”

“Is that so?” he asked, Luna catching the little note of amusement he allowed himself.

As he came back, Luna couldn’t help but notice the hefty bulge in his pants. She bit her lip at the sight of it, knowing where exactly that was going to be buried sometime during this session.

Ganymede stood over Luna and placed a hand on top of her head, giving her ethereal mane a few gentle strokes. He then roved his digits to the back of it and tightly gripped a nice fistful of her near mythical strands. He tugged on them roughly, forcing her back to her feet as she gasped in pain.

“What do you have to say to my complaint?” Ganymede asked. “What do you have to say for yourself for putting all your guards through that on a daily basis?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Luna whimpered.

Ganymede chuckled and marched her those last few steps towards the cross.

“If you’re sorry now,” he teased. “I’d hate to see what you are after I’m done with you.”

With her now in front of the cross, he let go of her mane. Though he hardly gave her even a moment to recover before he grabbed her hand and pinned it forcefully to one of the padded black arms of the rig.

For sure, Luna was by far the stronger pony, but even she couldn’t help but feel weak in the presence of her Master.

She didn’t dare move her arm even an inch as Ganymede affixed it to the cross. He then repeated this with her other arm. Once both were firmly affixed, Luna gave them a testing tug, ensuring that the knots would hold firm while not cutting off her circulation or causing discomfort.

“How are those?” Ganymede asked, kneeling behind her and pinning her ankle to the bottom of the cross.

Luna nodded. “They’re good, Master.”

“You’ve always been such a lovely little bondage bunny,” he teased, finishing this knot before moving on to affixing her final appendage.

Luna smirked, struggling playfully to test the new knots, though she had no doubt that Ganymede’s binds would be more than adequate at constraining her.

“And you’re quite the rigger, Master,” she whispered.

Ganymede chuckled and stood up. As he did so, he lashed out, slapping his hand right across Luna’s covered hindquarters. It thudded roughly. But even with the padding of her skirt, Luna yelped. She was sure that it’d leave such a wonderful blemish upon her midnight blue flesh.

He then seized the material and tugged on it roughly. As promised, the cheap clothing put up only the barest amount of resistance, being torn away with only the slightest effort.

Luna balled her hands into fists, pressing herself against the cross. Though she knew there was no way to avoid Ganymede’s wrath. After all, that was kind of the point of these sessions.

“Well princess, you were the one who told me that it was important to get a hobby,” he teased.

Luna shook her head. “I thought you’d get into reading or something.”

Ganymede chuckled. “I mean there are a lot of books involved. Turns out that the freaks and geeks who are into this type of stuff produce quite a bit of literature.”

He lashed out again, his hand landing on her now uncovered flank, remedying the fact that it was not equally reddened. The blow resulted in a nice meaty clap of flesh against flesh which was punctuated by Luna gasping and shivering.

Though both of them knew just how much she was enjoying this. Luna could feel her excitement draining along her inner thighs and she had no doubt that Ganymede could sense it as well.

He hummed to himself. “As much as I’d love to keep you all to myself, I do believe there is a platoon of Lunar Guards waiting to have a turn with you.” He turned away and moved towards the edge of the stage.

From her position, Luna couldn’t see what he was doing, nor could she honestly see who he was bringing up to help with this less-than-kind treatment of her royal body.

A few moments later, she heard a series of hoofsteps approaching.

“How many of you have any experience spanking a pony?” Ganymede asked.

A pony snorted. “Only experience I have is getting the belt back in grade school.”

“Are both princesses this crude?” another pony asked.

A third, familiar voice, chuckled. “Nah, Princess Celestia is a prude. That’s why I feel sorry for you Solar Guards.”

What was that stallion’s name again? She wanted to say Charon but that didn’t feel quite right. Mimas, maybe? She really needed to get better about names.

“Well thankfully I am well acquainted with the art,” Ganymede said as he went over to a nearby shelf beside Luna.

She could now see him from the corner of her eye. He picked up a birch cane, a destructive but extremely fun spanking implement.

He then returned to his position behind her and began to lecture his assembled troops.

“Now beating a mare is an art which can be enjoyed by stallions of all skills levels, ranging from amateurs to seasoned experts in the field,” he said, swinging the cane lazily back and forth through the air. “My preferred tool of the trade is a flog but I do not feel confident letting any of you recruits use such a tool. Instead we’ll be using a cane. It’s sturdy, accurate, leaves behind such lovely blemishes, and I know for a fact that Luna is especially fond of our sessions together with it.”

Luna snorted and offered a coy grin. “I’m fond of all of our sessions together, Ganymede.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough, Your Majesty.”

He then roughly prodded the tip of the cane into Luna’s side, causing her to suck in a reflexive breath.

“The first thing you need to know is where to deliver your blows,” Ganymede went on, dragging the cane from Luna’s side to her rump. “As I’m sure all of you know, the traditional target for such things is the ass, which thankfully our fair Lady has an abundance of.”

He drew the cane back and brought it down with a fair amount of strength, striking it against Luna’s flesh. It clapped so nicely and a bolt of heat drove deep into the fatty rump. Luna gasped at the impact, letting out a sound that was one-part tortured mew and another pleasured ecstasy.

“Why the ass is such a good target is because you want to aim for fatty places, avoiding all those fragile things like bones and internal organs,” Ganymede explained before holding up a finger. “Though with that in mind there are a few other places you can hit.”

He drew the cane back and delivered a swift strike to her upper thigh, drawing forth a much more intense mark of blissful agony as Luna cursed and even tugged helplessly at her bondage.

“The upper thigh is safe to strike, and as you just saw, is a far more painful target. I’d suggest keeping your blows to these two places until you become more confident with your abilities.” He chuckled. “Though do know that other acceptable targets are…” He made sure to prod each of them roughly with the cane, though thankfully did not strike them. “The back just below the shoulder blades, the breasts, the front of the thighs, and the calves.”

Ganymede then came up behind Luna and roughly tugged on her ponytail, drawing her head away from the cross. “And lastly, I would not recommend using the cane, but blows can also be delivered to the face.” He gave a rough open-handed slap right across Luna’s cheek.

Luna gasped loudly, cursing his name as she felt the reddened heat of the wound soon warm her complexion. Though it also had the pleasant effect of producing a far more intense heat within her nethers.

Ganymede chuckled and let go, looking back to his class. “Of course, there are tons of other lessons I could go over but we have about fifty guards waiting and I can’t go over an entire BDSM lecture at this current time.”

He moved away and tossed the cane to one of his guards, who then took over Ganymede’s spot behind Luna.

As this guard appraised the Princess of the Night, she noticed Ganymede out of the corner of her eye, resting against a nearby shelf with his arms crossed. His gaze was cool and calculating, but it was focused upon the guard behind her. In that moment, she felt a certain degree of safety, knowing that her Master would step in at the first sign of trouble.

Of course, trouble did not include getting beaten, as the guard reared back and landed a hefty blow against Luna’s backside. Luna felt the firm birch crack against her flesh and the pain from the wound ebb deep into her tender rump. She felt a tortured scream get ripped from her maw as she shuddered against the cross.

She whimpered but could not deny the effectiveness of the blow, feeling the way the sheets of moisture rolled along her inner thighs with even greater intensity.

Another blow was delivered, this one a bit more cautious and applied to the other side of her rump. She still hissed at its impact, feeling the heat of it radiate throughout her rapidly reddening bottom.

She did not know where her affinity for impact play had come from but she had always had a desire to experiment with pain and to indulge in the sexual nature of it. A certain affinity that Ganymede, Io, and Titan had all taken a liking to. Though the latter two paled in comparison to the stallion who watched this session.

As the three stallions took turns, each beating her rump with different levels of strength and precision, she noticed Ganymede move away, heading towards yet another shelf.

Luna could not lament his departure for long, as the constant barrage of blows kept her more than distracted. They came one after another, peppering her plump rump with all manner of nicks and bruises. Between the three of them, Luna knew it would be no easy feat sitting down for the week ahead.

Then there was a lull in the action, a pause as she heard Ganymede’s heavy hooffalls approach from somewhere beyond her line of sight.

The stallion knelt behind her, letting out a heavy breath. The warmth of it caressed her nethers and rump, stimulating all the various wounds which the trio had so liberally given her.

“Now I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Ganymede said, his attention aimed towards the guards “But between the three of you, you’ve turned our little whore of a princess into a soaking wet mess.”

“Oh, I noticed,” the stallion that was maybe Charon or Mimas said. “Does she get off to this?”

Ganymede nodded. “My princess is quite the little painslut. You think this is depraved; you should see the type of mischief we get up to in her private dungeon.” He smirked. “Most of the toys down there are holdovers from when the guard used less humane methods of information extraction.”

“Wait, she has a private dungeon?” The Solar Guard asked.

The other Lunar Guard, without a potential name, snorted. “Like I said, our Princess is way more depraved than yours.”

Luna could feel Ganymede press something cold and plastic against her leg. She looked down and noticed that it was a wand; the kind used for masturbation and not magic. He inched it upwards, pressing the foam tip against her inflamed lower lips. Then, he began to wind a roll of shiny black bondage tape around her thigh, affixing the device to her.

When it was properly anchored, he flicked a switch that set it to a nice middling setting. Almost instantly, Luna stiffened, her voice shaking as she moaned in utter bliss. The toy sent a bolt of warmth crawling along her spine and radiating out throughout her form. Almost immediately, the idea of orgasm nestled in the back of her mind as she felt the smouldering embers of a fire churn within her gullet.

Ganymede drew away and returned to his spot, looking at the guards. “Keep at it for a little while longer.” He then smirked and nodded to Luna. “The beating stops once you cum.”

She nodded to him and offered a shaky smile. “Yes, Master.”

“Master?” the Solar Guard asked as he took his turn at cracking the cane against Luna’s rump, instantly making the princess’ smile collapse into a quivering expression of raw agony.

By now, her backside was a mosaic of pain with all manner of marks carved into her well tenderized flesh.

Ganymede chuckled. “You do enough fucked up things to a mare and she starts to develop weird feelings for you.”

The three other stallions seemed to have grown comfortable with their position, taking a gleeful amount of pleasure at bruising and battering her surely well-marked rump. Each blow only fed into the heat which had now caught fire within her belly. The head of the wand was relentless, driving her ever closer to her objective.

One by one the blows rained down and she could feel the criss-crossing pattern of marks that now coated her ass. She would have to beg Ganymede for a picture once they were done. She’d appreciate the bruising that would surely linger.

The cracks of the cane and Luna’s abundant pleasure were growing in tandem, and soon enough she felt herself on the precipice of pleasure. She glanced at Ganymede, wondering if their usual rules still applied. The one which stated that she could only cum after he’d received his own pleasure first.

She opened her mouth to speak, but another crack of the cane brought forth a pent-up bubble of discomfort and joyous agony.

“What is it, princess?” Ganymede asked.

“Am I allowed to cum?” she whimpered. “I’m getting really close.”

Ganymede pursed his lips and then held up a hand, getting the three stallions to inch backwards and stop their brutalization. He then came towards Luna, reaching down to flick the wand off. This brought her right to the edge of this utmost pleasure but denied her that final inch into the depths of orgasm and ecstasy.

He shook his head slowly. “What do you think, princess?”

“I think whatever Master decides is best,” she cooed.

He chuckled and reached around her, lightly cradling her throat with his hand. He squeezed gently, ever so carefully constricting the pair of arteries that brought precious blood to her brain.

She breathed in instinctively and found that she was still able to. Of course, she would. After all, his grip only denied her brain oxygen, still allowing her to huff and puff to her heart’s content. Though this didn’t stop that little note of panic from flaring within the back of her mind. Her brain instantly felt that excited rush, that creeping fuzziness that asphyxiation bore.

“Well princess…” he went on, leaning close to her ear and whispering, “if I remember correctly, your rules state that you only get to cum after I tell you too.” He smirked and bit down hard on her ear, eliciting a panicked chirp. “AND, you only get to ask for permission after I’ve gotten off.”

When she didn’t respond, he let go of her throat, instead resting his hand on her shoulder.

“Do you understand?” he asked, practically hissing the words into her ear.

Luna drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Yes, Master.”

“Though I don’t think you can really do anything while you’re all strung up like that,” Ganymede said.

He reached for one of her wrists, dragging his digits along the coarse fiber of the rope. For a moment, his hand just rested there. Then, he began to ever so carefully undo his bindings, freeing her with a couple gentle motions.

Luna allowed her arm to slip away and fall to her side. Even for someone of her godly status, being strung up like that proved to be a rather exhausting proposition, especially when a proper caning was involved.

Ganymede made swift work of the other bindings, doing away with them one after another. Once all of them were loosened Luna kind of slumped back. Luckily, Ganymede was there to catch her, holding her close to his powerful frame. His presence was comforting to her.

“Water!” he ordered.

Luna heard hoofsteps rush away, and a few seconds later, a bottle of ice cold water was in her hands. She popped open the cap and drunk greedily from it, not stopping until the entire bottle was empty.

“Are you okay to continue, princess?” Ganymede asked. “Or would you like to take a little break first?”

Luna shook her head and her horn glowed. An aura of pure energy washed over her and filled her body, acting like a potent shot of adrenaline injected right into her bloodstream. A complex spell, but it was simple enough when done by an alicorn.

“That’s cheating,” Ganymede teased.

Luna stuck out her tongue. “I have fifty stallions to sate. I believe I am entitled to a little bit of a break. Don’t you?”

“Fair enough.”

With the effects of the spell now coursing through her, Luna was able to stand on her own two feet, stretching her arms above her head.

She turned away from the cross and finally got a chance to see the three guards who had made such terrifying work of her hindquarters. As predicted, they were two junior Lunar Guards, though the one she thought may have been Charon or Mimas, was not, a mistake on her part. The Solar Guard was however a pleasant treat. She’d never been with one of them before and he looked like an interesting addition to tonight’s festivities.

Luna smirked and moved towards them, the confidence returning to her step as she sashayed her hips from side to side.

“So, which one of you had an affinity for striking my upper thighs and making their Princess howl in pain?” she asked, dangerous implications filtering into her voice.

The three guards all exchanged worried looks, realizing that maybe they had made some very poor decisions while beating her.

Luna thought that none of them would admit to the crime but then the Solar Guard stepped forth.

“That would be me, Your Highness,” he said, dipping his head slightly. He almost looked apologetic.

Luna chuckled, moving another step closer. “And what is your name?”

“Polaris,” he responded.

“Well Polaris…” She finally came upon him, resting a hand on his chest.

For a moment, neither of them moved, then Luna grasped him by the collar and pulled him into a forceful kiss. It was hungry and passionate, lustful even. They stayed like that for a long time, their tongues melding together and dancing around one another.

When they eventually parted, she offered him that same dangerous smile, “any stallion who is capable of doing that deserves the honour of bedding their Princess first.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Ganymede. “If that’s okay with Master of course.”

He nodded, offering his own coy grin. “Of course, princess. Is there anything you’d like me to teach the colt?”

Luna looked up at Polaris, touching his face. “Would you like to choke a mare while you breed her?”

Polaris paled. “I’ll be honest, the thought has never crossed my mind. But…” He drew in a nervous breath and nodded. “I am an eager student if nothing else.”

Ganymede motioned towards the bed. “Then I’ll give you a quick run down. Luckily, there’s no better test subject than my precious princess.”

“Immortality does come with its perks,” Luna teased.

She turned away from Polaris and instead grabbed his hand, using it to lead him towards the massive bed in the centre of the stage.

As the three of them reached the bed, Luna let go of Polaris’ hand and sat down, biting her lip as she looked up at Ganymede.

Ganymede offered her a polite nod before addressing Polaris. “Alright, so here’s a quick rundown on how to properly choke a mare.”

He reached out and forcefully grabbed Luna’s throat, causing her to gasp. Though he didn’t apply any pressure. The gesture was more to build up the moment and the ferocity of the act than anything else. Still, even if she knew the game, she couldn’t deny that it worked wonders, sending her mentality diving into the ocean of submissiveness.

“When you choke a mare,” Ganymede explained. “You want to avoid applying pressure to the airway and instead look for the carotid arteries. Do you know what those are Polaris?”

The Solar Guard nodded. “It's where your pulse is, correct?”

“Ah, someone remembers their first aid training,” Ganymede joked. “Clearly the Solar Guards make for better students than the Lunar ones.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Ganymede nodded. “But yes, those are the arteries. You want to gently constrict them. That way the body is still able to breath and get oxygen but our lovely little plaything over here will still experience asphyxiation, giving her that degenerate little high that she so desperately craves. Isn’t that right, princess?”

Luna would’ve nodded but at that moment Ganymede tensed his fingers, causing those vital little arteries to become constrained. Instead, she only let out a panicked note.

Now, Ganymede’s attention was exclusively on her; his gaze focused upon her eyes. “Now, while choking, make sure you’re always looking Her Majesty in the face. Or well, any pony for that matter if you’re trying this out with somepony else. Breathplay is pretty dangerous and a pony’s face will reveal a lot about their situation.”

Luna squirmed feebly on the bed, feeling the creeping edge of breathlessness settle into place in the back of her mind. It delivered a certain fuzziness which made all her lesser thoughts begin to bleed away, replacing it with a blissful emptiness.

Sadly, Ganymede soon let go, causing her to instinctively draw in a breath as she felt all those sentient ideas come rushing back to her.

“Since you’re with My princess, you can afford to get a little sloppy. But I still suggest you two employ a safe word and that you choke her for only brief durations. It’s best to learn how to do it safely before you can break those rules with an immortal and indestructible being. Do you understand?” Ganymede asked.

Polaris nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Luna smirked. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, Polaris. Might even give Ganymede a run for his money.”

Her Master snorted. “We’ll see.”

“Anyways, for our safe word,” Luna said. “We’ll go for an easy one. If I tap you repeatedly anywhere on your body you know to let up. You got it?”

“Tap me anywhere on the body,” he repeated. “I got it.”

Luna smirked and laid on her side, reaching forth and caressing the now very noticeable bulge that was nestled in Polaris’ pants. She cupped it gently, feeling the heft and weight it provided within the palm of her hand.

She hummed to herself. “You can’t very well fuck me when you’re all dressed up, Polaris.”

Polaris grinned sheepishly. “My apologies, I might’ve over dressed for the occasion.”

He stepped back and quickly began to unbutton his coat, very much having the air of a horny teenager who was desperately trying to shed his attire in order to lose his virginity. Still, it was pretty cute to watch.

Luna couldn’t help but admire him, biting her lip as she inspected every tense muscle and little scar that marked his rugged flesh. Like every other guard in their employ, he was a total hunk and Luna felt a little guilty that he’d never gotten to indulge in his own Princess before.

Finally, he tugged off his boxers and his pride exploded forth, standing proudly erect.

Luna shivered as she saw it, licking her lips as she noticed it pulse with a latent masculine energy. It dripped with pheromones, filling her senses with a feral desire to get bred. He was pent up, that much was apparent, as beads of glistening pre coated the unflared tip of his erection.

Now shed of his attire, Polaris looked back to Luna. The colt still seemed nervous, though he approached with a swagger in his step. He plopped down on the bed next to Luna and reached over, touching a hand to her cheek.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked.

Luna almost laughed. She was a naked mare, wearing naught but a collar. Did she really need to vocalize her desire to be bred like a depraved harlot? Was the slave’s attire not enough to get that point across?

She placed her hand over top of his own, guiding it down to her collar and allowing his digits to trace the stainless steel of her ring.

“To be completely honest,” Luna whispered, her tone husky and desperate for depravity. “I would like you to treat me like I’m nothing more than a pair of cheap holes to cram your cock into.”

His eyes widened. Though before he could speak, Luna wrapped her fingers around his pride, giving it a few testing strokes. This seemed to derail his apprehension, as a dopey look of bliss soon formed on his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Luna nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Well in that case…” Polaris’ hand left her collar.

For a moment it just hung there, motionless in the air as his brain tried to build up the willpower to do what came next.

Then…

CRACK!

It impacted her cheek, hard, sending her reeling to the side. For a brief moment, her world spun as a wonderful burning sensation formed around the reddened blemish on her complexion, radiating outwards through her face.

It was such an absolutely lovely sting, such a wonderful mark of what was to come.

Before Luna could respond that very same hand was upon her throat, shoving her forcefully into the sheets. She gasped loudly as Polaris’ grip tightened, pressing down upon those two vitally important little arteries. Sentient thoughts soon left her, as an animalistic panic settled into the back of her mind.

Polaris was soon over top of her, pinning her roughly into the sheets. His cock grinded against her lower lips, spreading her slick arousal along his hardened shaft.

Ganymede whistled. “I’m impressed.”

Polaris chuckled as he drew back, pressing the unflared tip of his cock against Luna’s soaking wet sex. He inched forwards, pushing into her with little thought towards her own pleasure.

Which, in her current mindset, was the most pleasurable thing he could honestly do.

“I mean when a mare asks to be treated like a whore…” he began.

“Then you treat her like a whore,” Ganymede agreed.

Luna gasped, feeling Polaris cram himself into her.

He wasn’t gentle in the slightest, pressing forcefully forwards and burying his anatomy a good couple of inches into her. As he pounded deeper, his gaze remained upon her face, studying it closely for any sign that he should let up with his pressure upon her throat.

She could feel that euphoric cloudiness return, that little itch in the back of her mind that was more potent than any chemical high. Her expression began to quiver, a smile forming on her oxygen deprived lips. She felt fuzzy, like she was on the cusp of leaving her body behind and succumbing to the combined bliss of choking and fucking.

Then, Polaris released his grip and Luna drew in a potent breath, feeling all her asphyxiated euphoria fade away. At the very least, it brought the current fucking back to the forefront of her attention, replacing one avenue of bliss with another. The stallion’s hips pumped slowly into her, his pace methodical and potent, though a smidge too slow for her liking.

“Fuck, this feels good,” Polaris groaned, drawing his hips back and slamming into Luna, driving himself a little closer to the base.

Luna gasped, moaning like an utter whore as she dug her nails into his back, causing him to tense and grunt in discomfort.

“Harder,” Luna hissed.

He nodded and furrowed his brow, channeling more of himself into his thrusting. He drove onwards animalistically, pumping into her with a far more frantic tempo. It was like he could see his objective on the horizon and had started on a mad dash towards it. Or maybe the claw marks she left had awakened some overwhelmingly feral part of his psyche.

Soon enough, his potency translated into a crude series of expletives from Luna, who soon proved that she must’ve come from some lowborn naval heritage. Each cuss word was punctuated by the crude slurping of their fucking, and eventually, as Polaris bottomed out, the clapping of their hips together.

Luna was about to comment on this development but soon found her words locked behind Polaris’ grip as the stallion once again squeezed her throat. Sure, oxygen could flow to her lungs but her brain just shut off, words failing to materialize into anything but a desperate jumble of syllables which tangled together as they ejaculated from her mouth.

Polaris kept his leverage, holding her throat tight as he hammered his hips into her. While she panted, he grunted, his masculine tone oozing forth as he desperately tried to sate their combined pleasure. It seemed to work as Luna could feel a primal fire reignite within her sex, one which not even her constrained flow of oxygen seemed able to snuff out and sate.

Soon enough, the stallion’s mouth hung open as he panted desperately for breath, his pace growing swifter and swifter with each passing cycle of his hips.

Luna’s fingers dug forcefully into his back, surely leaving even more claw marks behind as she tore at him like a wild animal. She had no other means to intelligently translate her carnal bliss as the grip of asphyxiation snuffed out every ember of common sense and reason.

All she knew was sensations; the fuzziness of her mind, the crude pounding of her sex, the pleasure brought to her by the rough and brutal treatment of her guards. She felt the heat from the marks that coated her backside, each lash reminding her of a previous explosion of pleasure as it had cut into her flesh and furthered her pleasure.

Soon enough, she could feel herself hovering on the edge of ecstasy, needing that last little push to plunge into the blissful embrace of orgasm.

It came as Polaris drew back, all the way to the tip, and slammed forcefully into Luna. The whole bed creaked under them as his entire length filled her to the brim. She gasped and choked out in pleasure, feeling her lower lips cradle Polaris’ pride.

Her fluids gushed forth, splashing against the Solar Guard’s crotch. She’d always been a gusher and that was especially true when she had a hand around her throat and a mosaic carved into her backside.

Polaris, for his part, also grunted, letting out a ragged breath as his own essence spilled forth. His cum was virile, thick, and came out in generous and unrelenting spurts. It flooded Luna’s lower lips and also rocketed out her cunt, adding to the foul mixture upon the bedding.

Polaris slacked his grip on her throat and Luna wolfed down a breath, feeling clarity and sound judgement return to her. She looked down at her crotch and let out a ragged chuckle, thudding back against the sheets in utter exhaustion.

“My sister really needs to take better care of you,” she teased. “It’s been eons since I’ve experienced a load that large.”

Polaris nodded and drew away. His body was caked in sweat and his crotch in a far less savoury combination of fluids.

“I would have to agree, Princess,” he said, offering a shaky smile. “Thank you for that. It was nice.”

“Yes, it was,” Luna agreed, tracing a hand across his cheek. “We really should do this again sometime.”

Polaris’ eyes widened. “Do you mean that?”

Luna nodded. “Stay in correspondence, Polaris. I would gladly add you to my regulars.”

Ganymede cleared his throat and both of them looked towards him, remembering that the Captain of the Guard was still present.

“May I suggest we arrange this at a later time,” he said. “After all, princess, you still have a plethora of suitors waiting to be taken care of.” He smirked. “Myself included.”

Luna sighed and looked to Polaris, giving him one last peck on the lips. “Master does have a point. I will see you around Polaris.”

Polaris nodded and got up, his body visibly shuddering as he worked through the stiffness in his joints. He gave her one last nod before stumbling away, picking up his clothes as he made a hasty retreat away from the stage.

Luna couldn’t help but smirk as she saw the colt get his fair share of ribbing from his fellow guards.

“Shall we move on to your next guest?” Ganymede asked, motioning to the two exceptionally patient Lunar Guards waiting to the side.

Luna nodded, allowing her horn to clean away the mess. “Let’s.”

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