Spitfire whipped around, spinning and dropping to her knees in one smooth motion. She would have recognized that voice spoken in a crowded stadium, whispered under a waterfall, or whipped through the wind a thousand miles in the air. She hit the ground, bowed her head to her chest, and folded her hands neatly in her lap with her wings held tight to her back.

“Mistress Goddess, you have blessed us with your presence… how can your slaves please you?” She intoned with restrained joy and reverence.

Spitfire could feel an aura wash over her from her Goddess’s body as Princess Celestia stepped forward. This occurrence was familiar to her, and was normally an aroma like sun kissed grass, a feeling of the gentle warmth of a summer’s day, and the pure magic of love that had made Equestria a heaven on earth all at once. All of these combined to make the princess, all the other alicorns, as well as Master a pure delight to be around.

What Spitfire felt instead was an oppressive… all-consuming HEAT. As if she was kneeling near a blast furnace protected only by a closed door. Spitfire shivered… she couldn’t comprehend the restraint Celestia was having to use… she had heard that the goddess was… upset… but she couldn’t possibly imagine…

“Rise, my subject. And please step back out of the way.” She said plainly, but with the authority an all-powerful ruler could muster.

“Yes Goddess…” Spitfire propelled herself with her wings to increase the speed at which she could obey.

The first flap of her magnificently honed wings brought her straight up, landing at attention. The second flap occurred in tandem with a kick of her powerful legs, shooting her behind her goddess as instructed.

Spitfire’s hooves screeched her to a halt behind her Goddess about 5 paces away, and she stood at parade rest, ready to serve should her ruler and mistress need her.

Spitfire paused for a moment to take in her surroundings. She looked behind her and saw that her slaves had all moved off of the rock they had been cuddling on and were lined up in a neat row, all bowed as submissive slaves should to the Goddess of the land, prostrated on the ground with their hands placed palms down on either side of their head. She noticed that the handkerchief that she had given Soarin was abandoned on the rock, dribbling and sodden. A quick glance over at High Winds showed that she was no longer dripping. She smirked, satisfied that Soarin had done his job. When she turned back to face forward, she had meant simply to inform her mistress that her slaves were ready to serve as well. Instead, however, she caught her breath.

Celestia was gliding her hand over the black door, seeming to be feeling for a seam or perhaps a magical sensor. Her mistress stood a towering 10 feet tall from hoof to ears, and wore only a jeweled golden crown upon her head, her golden horseshoes, and her regal golden peytral about her neck, looking more like a broach with how massive she was. But her height was hardly surprising, since Spitfire was a regular attendee in Celestia’s court and her team’s shows were regularly performed in Canterlot. Spitfire was instead mesmerized at the sight of her Goddess from behind. Specifically, the behind from which a long, flowing, rainbow-colored tail swished above a butt… no… an ASS… that could have crushed a normal pony from muzzle to waist if sat on across their body. Her gaze drawn as if by magic, Spitfire’s eyes glided slowly and longingly up Celestia’s smooth and upright back, framed not by a fashion model’s subtle contours and slender waist but curving, doughy cushions of love handles that on her frame gave her just the right amount of pudge and the appearance of a curvy vase rather than a traditional hourglass. Flowing over her shoulder blades her glorious primary feathers the length of a full-grown pony flowed down from her wings like a cape of pure white plumage. Spitfire and many other pegasi would have given truly anything to touch even one soft feather from their Goddess’s wing, or witnessed her unfurl them to their full length for flight. With them closed however, the pegasus could see the mountainous mounds of flesh that contained nothing short of everypony’s hopes and dreams, bundled into globular packages a ‘mere’ two and a half feet in diameter, each. Her breasts were visible even from behind her… spreading out from her chest and around her sides, each weighing as much as two mares, yet she carried them as though they weighed nothing. Above her relatively slender shoulders, her neck was concealed by a flowing pastel sea of mane, hypnotic in its waving, and said to be so soft that a pony could bury herself in it and not need to come up for air. Topping her crowned head was a magnificent nearly 3-foot-long horn that without millennia of practice ducking under arches and oversized castle doors would have caused problems for any other pony… just the sight of her…-

“Mistress Spitfire…”

Spitfire jolted, and glanced down to meet the deep magenta eye peeking out from behind an avalanche of rainbow-colored mane. She could feel her Goddess’s baleful gaze piercing her, and it froze her in place while she spoke.

“Get behind cover… I fear that this door is sealed against magic quite heavily… so I will have to use a more… extreme method to gain entrance. Make sure your slaves are safe, but stay hidden until I call for you, I do not know what is behind this door.”

Spitfire nodded once. “I will Goddess.” She rounded on her slaves and paced towards them.

Her slaves instinctively popped their heads up as Spitfire stopped in front of them and fluttered her wings before speaking.

“With me Soarin. The rest of you, to attention.” She barked, falling into her drill instructor mode.

Fire Streak, Misty Fly, and High Winds all scurried to their hooves and waited together for Soarin and Spitfire to finish.

Spitfire led the way. Approaching the rock on which Fire Streak and Misty Fly had cuddled and fucked not a few minutes ago. When she reached it, she and Soarin bent at the knees, grasped under the lip of the massive slab of stone, and hefted it upward.

A normal non-earth pony of Equestria would not have even caused the 15 foot long and 7-foot-wide slab of orangish granite the slightest bit of disturbance. A fit earth pony in the past might have been able to make it wobble on the base of mountain soil that it had weathered away on. Spitfire and her muscular beefcake slave together hefted the slab upright as if it were merely an unwieldy piece of wood. It was soon standing erect, making a 3-foot-thick wall that several ponies could hide behind. She and Soarin flew to the top of the slab and leapt up into the air with a few flaps of their wings in unison. When they reached a height of roughly 30 feet into the cold mountain air, they then rocketed downwards, plunging their hooves into their makeshift barricade. The slab of stone buried itself almost a foot into the softer soil before Soarin and Spitfire dismounted.

“Alright, everypony behind here, NOW.” Spitfire snapped.

Her slaves trotted hastily behind the stone, on the way, Spitfire smacked Misty Fly on her cute little bubble butt, partially to stop her rubbernecking to look at Celestia, but partially just for the hell of it. She squeaked cutely for Spitfire and giggled before she hustled behind the rock.

After her slaves were sufficiently behind the rock, she stepped behind it herself, with just her eyes poking around the edge, curious as to what the Goddess would do. Soarin peered around the other side of the slab, bracing it with his hands just in case.

Just as Spitfire hoped, Celestia seemed to perceive that they were ready despite her back being turned.

Spitfire watched as Celestia pulled back her arm.

“AAAAARRRGGGHHH!!”

A hideous roar of rage and pain exploded from Celestia’s throat… With a mighty CRASH, and a grinding sound of metal on metal, her hand punched with incredible speed and power at the black metal door, causing it to buck and warp. The shockwave alone was enough to cause the stone slab to shudder in place.

BANG!

BANG!!

BANG!!!

Over and over again her fists slammed against the door, causing a larger and more forceful shockwave each time. Stone began to crumble from the mountain peaks above them and tumble down the slopes to the forest below. Her fury grew with each explosion of force, and Spitfire heard a primal roar escape her Goddess… the Royal Canterlot Voice erupted from her lungs and made the very stone under Spitfire’s hooves tremble.

“GIVE… ME… BACK… MY… SISTER!!!!!!”

Each word was punctuated with an even more forceful blow, and a horrific wrenching noise could be heard as the metal collapsed and buckled under the assault. Spitfire watched as a globule of white-hot metal spattered to the ground only a few feet away from the stone slab, and ducked her head back behind it in case there was more.

More ferocious screeching of metal, more earth quaking blows, and Spitfire wondered for a brief moment if her hastily erected barricade was enough to shield them from her Goddess’s wrath…

“So you wish to declare war with Equestria?” Princess Celestia clarified calmly.

The shocked silence that had followed King Dainn’s declaration at the summit following the Convocation of Creatures in Canterlot was poignant, filled to bursting with tension. Every face of every creature in attendance had frozen in to strained edifices of stress or dark scowls of loathing. Yaks, kirins, griffins, deer, dragons, the catfolk of Abyssinia, seaponies/hippogriffs, Diamond Dogs, a smattering of other various species, and even the reformed changelings made up the meeting… and of course one particularly loud and misogynistic Caribou, his bodyguard, and his slave…

Their myriad eyes fixed on either the Amarezonian-statured pony empress or the burly king of the Caribou.

The latter slammed his fist on the table, his eyes lit up with fire and fervor. “The free reign of cocksleves like you are coming to an end! Females of all the races will be brought to heel once you are shown your rightful place! As subservient to males!” He declared triumphantly.

Another silence. Celestia’s eyebrow raised slightly, a smirk causing her muzzle to furrow cutely.

The expression seemed to enrage the Caribou. “Don’t you make that face at me whore! Or didn’t you hear me!?”

Celestia raised her eyes to the heavens, the smirk becoming a full-on sardonic grin as she only just resisted rolling her eyes. She instead forced them to look over to her right, where another figure sat alongside her at the head of the table.

“Did you hear that My Lord? Apparently, it’s war. I’m trembling in my shoes myself, how about you?”

The human male, a man whom all in Equestria knew as Master, sat in a similar, though far smaller throne-like chair next to her, parted his lips reluctantly from the mouth of the servant girl he was cuddling.

He grinned conspiratorially back at Celestia, his voice cheerfully mocking “My goodness! Not to worry my Empress! I know just what to do!” He tried not to snort derisively as he planted another kiss on the pony in his lap. “Lemon Hearts my dear, I need you to go tell mistress Rarity to prepare my formal uniform and wargear, Mistress-Goddess Celestia and Luna will doubtless want theirs too.”

Celestia waved a hand dismissively. “Not for me actually Lemon Heart, I’m trying to be more casual about wars, and armor and uniforms have become more…” She glanced down at the magnificent acre of cleavage only just barely contained and supported by her flowing, pure white caftan dress. “Inconvenient…” She sneered at King Dainn. “…and unnecessary”

Dainn spluttered at this dismissal of himself and his declaration. “Pathetic, YOU, one who calls himself ‘Master’. You are going to let your bitch countermand you!? And what of my declaration!? I can assure you it is in earnest! My men…!”

“Your men were going to barge in here and take the delegates of these other nations hostage if I refuse to negotiate?” Master finished the sentence for him. The other delegates looked around, alarmed, and their respective bodyguards, the only other attendees to the meeting, tensed and readied weapons. But everycreature relaxed when no danger presented itself.

“Y-“ Dainn stopped himself “DON’T CLAIM TO KNOW ME, CUCKHOLD APE!”

It was Master’s turn to raise his eyebrow. “Wow, ok, can’t honestly say I’ve heard that one before… Tell you what, for that, I’ll address your concerns earnestly…”

He directed his speech to the delegates and rulers in attendance.

“Ladies and gentle-creatures… I would like to formally apologize, and beg your forgiveness for this matter to have arisen during a conference of peace and-“

Dainn snorted derisively, and sat down heavily in the chair opposite the two rulers across the long table. He jerked the collared caribou female kneeling next to him down towards his crotch, where a bulge could be seen growing in his loose fur lined pants.

Master averted his eyes. “-and friendship… I beg you allow the guards to escort you to your respective quarters in the guest castle… and if would be amenable to you, I would resume the discussion of a willing alliance between our varied states… tomorrow.”

Many of the creatures assembled nodded and began to leave one by one… many grumbled and shot dirty looks at the intruding king as they did so. They had gone from a civilized meeting and friendly discussion to an uncomfortable silence when Dainn and his bodyguard burst in, dragging his slave by her red collar, and throwing snide, misogynistic, and speciesist comments around as he did.

The guard had informed Princess Celestia that he had demanded to be allowed in as a delegate of the Convocation of Creatures, else he might have been subdued and kept in the dungeons until the meeting was over for the rulers to deal with later. But Mistress-Captain Spitfire, Captain Fizzlepop, and Captain Flash Sentry had all agreed that Celestia had stated that a legitimate nation’s representatives and delegates were to be allowed in… he just hadn’t been on the expected guest list.

“On matters of resuming the talks, I must decline, rulers of Ponies…” A gentle but firm male voice spoke up from halfway down the table as the members of other races continued to file out.

Master looked at the speaker. “And may I ask why that might be, King Aspen?”

King Aspen, leader of the deer city of Thicket that resided in the Everfree Forest, faced Master and Celestia as he clasped his flowing forest green travelling cape about him. The long cloak covered his tall and willowy build coated in pure white and subtle tan fur. The Heart of the Forest, a bright red vial of glass that held a magical water, formed the broach of his cloak, and contrasted strongly against the green and gold of the fabric. Aspen’s seedling-green eyes swept the table between the two opposing sides of the table, where Dainn stood on one side, and Celestia and Master on the other.

“I knew from the start it was a mistake to allow myself to be dragged into the politics of the world outside my forest… moreover to be faced with the prospect of so abhorrent a concept as slavery being openly practiced, and in addition to the outside world disrupting the balance of nature and threatening my people!”

Celestia shook her head in disagreement. “Aspen, you have it all wrong. Nopony in Equestria would enslave or threaten you or your people… HIM on the other hand…” She shot a look at Dainn, then returned her gaze to Aspen. “His people do not use the word ‘slave’ in the same vein as we in Equestria do… we-”

Aspen sneered, his long, elegant snout, peeling it back to reveal his teeth. “You both use the term, yet you dare to claim that HIS use of the word is different to YOUR use of the word!? I see no difference.” He spat disgustedly. “You own the body and life of another creature; you use them for…” He cast a baleful eye over to Master, who sheepishly held Lemon Hearts against his chest, his cock still firmly stuffed into her dripping pussy. “Wanton and empty breeding rituals.” He turned to face Dainn, whose hand was placed firmly on the back of the head of his slave as she kissed and sucked at his cock. “Or perhaps just to sate your own rampant lusts? An obsession for control? These rituals are yet more disturbing in that light.”

Dainn stared haughtily back at him. “Not at all… there is no ritual, Females exist to please males. That is a fact that the Caribou came to terms with a millennia ago. What we call ‘slaves’ you would call ‘natural’. Surely your cows are weaker? Smaller in stature? More suited in their skills to maintaining the household? And they produce broods of calves do they not? That’s mostly what they’re good for, and they’re inferior at everything else a Stag is capable of.”

Aspen recoiled at this cold and cynical description. He glanced to his side, seeming to only just remember the beautiful doe who stood next to him. She had shuffled away from the bombastic caribou during his entrance and clutched a hand to Aspen’s arm. He took her hand in a reassuring grip and placed himself more firmly in front of her, scowling at Dainn. Aspen’s darker and wirier bodyguard taking up position behind her, staring intently at Master and Celestia.

“You have described the general appearance of many of our does, and you have assumed their role in our society with the callousness of one who has never met a woman… but a servant.” Aspen said with venom. “Your assumption that they then are worth nothing but to be used as toys of sex and servitude is yet more disgusting. You relegated them to a role based off of their perceived ‘inferiority’, when our own does fill as wide a range of roles as our stags. If not, simply differing ones.”

Dainn huffed “You don’t yet understand then the importance of protecting your females from thinking above their station.” He said this with a look of smug surety in his beliefs. He then reached over and seized his collared charge roughly by the back of her neck, jerking her up to her cloved hooves and causing his cock to pop wetly out of her mouth. She staggered a little when her hooves touched the floor, but righted herself after a moment.

When she stood, it became plainly obvious how much lesser she seemed next to the male of her species, even with him seated, she was only just as tall as his shoulders. They hardly looked anything alike, save perhaps for the face, and even then, only in its general structure, with a rounded dark snout protruding from a furred and two-toned head. She was petite… no, petite was too light a word. Miniscule, in comparison to the wide, chiseled, and muscular stag that held her collar. Her upper arms were no thicker than even Dainn’s wrist, her body was graced with modestly proportioned breasts and thighs, but no obvious muscle stood out on her frame. Her hunched, submissive, and slender shoulders framed a downturned, rounded, and petite muzzle lighter in fur color than Dainn’s and gave the impression that she was even smaller than she was.

Dainn shoved her forward to display his slave, his hand still gripping her collar. “THIS is proof enough that women are inferior. They cook, clean, and please us because they can do NOTHING else. They are not strong warriors or hunters, they cannot complete more than simple tasks without clumsy fumbling, and they have no magic about them. They serve because that is their function, to bring pleasure and ease to a male. Is this not true bitch?” He addressed the slave.

Slowly, rhythmically, the slave nodded. She then ceased her motion promptly after a few bobs of her head.

Aspen’s eyes remained fixed on the female Caribou, then slid contemplatively over to Dainn.

“Your generalization based on your own species oppression of your females is indicative of your blindness to the outside world… my people may live in isolation, but even we seek first to understand outsiders… rather than assume that our way is the only and correct way…”

He drew himself up, staring with distain at the Caribou as he snarled and lowered his slave back down to the floor with a rough jerk of her collar.

“I do not consider myself better than my mate because she is not the same as I. I see her only serving a different niche…” He gripped the hand of the doe next to him and stood to her side in solidarity.

“My Queen, Poplar, is as much a leader as I, while I manage the matters of our forest: it’s creatures and health, she manages our city: it’s people and culture.”

He glowered at Dainn. “If I had a daughter, I would treat her no different than my son, with love and RESPECT. My people do not see weakness in the jackalope where we see strength in the Hydra, we see only everycreature performing its role.”

Dainn snorted dismissively. “Then you are blind to the evidence of your eyes, or ignorant. Perhaps this is in relation with the similarity in body you have to your cows…” Dainn mumbled thoughtfully, casting a judgmental eye up and down the forest King’s tall but slender form.

Master spoke up, interrupting Aspen’s biting retort. “That is where we are different Aspen! We do not treat women as an underclass. We do not relegate them to servitude based on their gender, or because anyone is ‘weak’. Far from it!”

Aspen’s face changed from a disgusted scowl to an exasperated one. “Yet there remain ‘slaves’ and ‘masters’… or do you claim that because you also have female ‘mistresses’ that you are somehow justified in equality? Or do you mean that the selection of which is what matters when the end is the same?”

Master adjusted Lemon Hearts in his lap, and she giggled a bit as his cock slid out just the slightest bit before slipping firmly back in. She moaned quietly in delight but bit her lip so as not to interrupt in that moment.

Master looked Aspen directly in the eyes, an expression of deadly seriousness on his face. “It matters a great deal, at least to me. For our method of ‘selection’ is choice… not the choice of the mistresses and masters, but of the slaves… the choice to willingly serve.”

Aspen stared at him. His eyes not wavering, his face stony.

“HA!? So then what I say is true!” Dainn crowed in triumph. “Even he admits that it is proper and natural! That females would even freely submit to servitude given the chance!”

Master chuckled, and wagged his finger admonishingly. “Not so fast Dainn, I said slaves, not females. There are many males that chose servitude as well.”

Dainn’s outraged silence was cut off by an unexpected bark of laughter from Aspen. He clapped his hand to his brow and groaned in a distinctly unkinglike manner. “This is insane… you are BOTH insane… why do I listen to this drivel? Why must the nation closest to my forest have descended into madness and debauchery?”

Celestia’s face wore a scowl now. “Aspen, we sent you and all the other delegates a cultural ambassador to prepare and inform you of our ways before you departed for this meeting. We understood that our culture had made a pivotal shift in only a few short years, and that we are… unique… in how we express ourselves.”

She smiled coyly at Master, who nodded and winked at her.

Celestia continued. “They would have explained the cultural evolution of how slavery came to be accepted…. We understood how shocking and unusual our social structure could be, but the other delegates seemed receptive and even enthusiastic…”

Aspen resisted rolled his eyes with a herculean effort. “Yes, the yellow one with the breasts nearly as large as yours and a libido so high as to exhaust an owl-bear alpha in rut on the way to my city and casually walk away from the encounter! I was at the very least appreciative that she chose to wear some SEMBLENCE of clothing! My son…”

He stopped, took a deep breath, and he really did roll his eyes then.

“She babbled at length about the evolution of your culture of ‘free love’ after the defeat of your most egregious enemies. She told us of how with the power of said love your crops grew like those graced by our pure water from the Heart of the Forest, how your bodies and powers to control the weather, the earth, and the magics of the world were increased in strength tenfold, and how your days grew long and frivolous…”

He seemed overcome all of a sudden… pinching the bridge of his slender muzzle. He sighed.

“You, and by extension your people, they are like prey without predators now I suppose… your magic enhances your people and your land to such a degree that the natural cycles of predation and the consumption of resources do not affect you… And you magically repress the wombs of your females until such time as they CHOOSE to produce children? This is perhaps as equally disturbing to me as your ‘slavery’.” He paused, looking down at the table to avoid eye contact with anyone.

“Please don’t worry Mr. King Aspen, we just want to have fun and be happy! With the magic of love, we’ve created a peaceful and safe land for everypony… That’s what everyone wants right? To be happy, safe, and fulfilled? Because me and everypony I know feels ALL of those things!”

Aspen looked over, the voice that had spoken had come from the bright yellow mare perched on Master’s lap… and cock… he sighed again. Her bright magenta eyes were filled with joy and sincerity, her hands resting on Master’s chest, and Master’s hands looped casually around her waist.

“I do not desire to impede on anyone’s happiness young mare…” He took a steadying breath. “I have… issue with your ideas about relations and breeding… they upset the natural order.”

Lemon Hearts looked as though she was going to say something, but she was cut off by a booming laugh.

“Then you acknowledge that their way is an abomination! You could help the Caribou, kin to you deer, and right the natural order of things! That is what you people are all about are they not?”

Aspen rounded on Dainn exasperatedly “I never said I endorsed your people’s way either!” He snapped, a sudden fierceness and anger entering his voice.

Dainn simply pursed his lips and raised a sardonic eyebrow. “As you wish then, you were given a chance to join us on our crusade, but I can see now that this Equestria’s corrupting influence weakens the resolve and blunts the wits to all around it as well.”

There was a silence that purveyed the room, and the royalty assembled just stared around at one another for an awkward minute while Aspen huffed angrily, his temper on the edge of boiling over.

Aspen’s bodyguard finally broke the silence. “King Aspen… perhaps we should head home now… we have long overstayed the timeframe we gave to young Prince Bramble; he will likely be worried.”

Aspen took a final look around the chamber, and his anger seemed to fade somewhat at the mention of his son. He nodded. “Indeed, you are right Blackthorn. I do not wish to worry him… come, let us leave then…

Celestia’s face fell a little. “We bid you farewell then Aspen… I hope that we can regain your trust in time…” She glared at Dainn. “And I hope that we can realize that we are on the same side… we do not wish to disrupt nature… that would be… others.”

Dainn shrugged dramatically, knocking his elbow forcefully into his slave as it passed. She whimpered, but he seemed to not notice. “If you plant fuckers would recognize that we are kin and help me overthrow these cunt-worshippers, then you would see that WE are establishing the correct balance of nature!” He called jeeringly.

King Aspen placed a guiding hand on his queen, and began to lead her away from King Dainn, over to the main door. His bodyguard, the darker-coated, wiry deer male called Blackthorn, followed.

As the deer king passed close to the chairs at the head of the table, he paused and stared the rulers of Equestria down with his emerald-green eyes. “I can only hope that what you say is true.” He looked back at Dainn, now holding his hand firmly on the head of his slave… a gagging, choking sound could be heard, even across the long table. “Our does are precious to us… we are a small tribe… despite my disagreements with your way of life… for our sake… I have no choice but to wish you victory.”

Master and Celestia nodded.

“I intend to do it by sundown…” Master said in a hushed voice and smirked to him.

The deer king didn’t say anything to that but followed his bodyguard and his wife.

Lemon Hearts, still perched on Master’s lap, looked away as Aspen swept past their chair. “Master. Do I need to go too? You still want your stuff?”

As Aspen finally departed out the doors, Master patted Lemon Hearts’s cutie mark, making her squishy and eponymously lemony behind jiggle a bit. “Yes, I do, come on Sweethearts, up.”

“Aww…” She said, her lips pursing poutily, but her lavender eyes brightened with a thought. “Can I give you a victory fuck after, Master?”

Master kissed her neck, causing her to giggle and squirm with the ticklish sensation of his neatly sculpted beard and moustache brushing just under her ear. “Well… you are cute…” He ruffled her mane. “Alright Sweethearts, it’s a deal… you can be part of my evening Enjoyment at 9:00pm sharp, ok?”

She nodded enthusiastically, stifling a squeal of delight.

“You run along to Mistress Rarity now…”

“Thank you master! I love you!” She nuzzled into his chest, embracing him in a quick hug.

“I love you too Sweethearts.”

With that, Master seized both of Lemon Hearts’s thighs. Each of his hands could halfway encircle the petite mare’s legs, his hands, wonderfully soft and smooth, covered her whole cutie mark as he shifted a little in his seat for leverage. Despite his firm grip it felt more to Lemon like a gentle squeeze, a loving embrace of his fingers. Then he started lifting her. Directly up.

There was a gentle sluuuuurp sound, and Lemon’s eyes crossed for a brief moment as the neurons in her brain rearranged themselves to take in the trip on which she was about to embark. With each inch she rose, more and more of Master’s cock slid out of her. With each inch, it induced a paralyzing shock of pleasure crackling and sizzling through her spine and brain like a white-hot fuse. It blurred everything outside her body as her nervous system struggled to keep up with the overload of pleasure trying to force itself through her synapses. A sluggish report from the nerves in her nether region made Lemon Hearts realize belatedly that her marehood had developed a mind of its own, it sucked and clung petulantly on to the shaft that had been buried in her for the past half-hour… Currently she was stuck at six or so inches of cock, and she was worried that Master might have to wait until her body could obey her mind.

She forced her numb and drooling tongue to function. “M-Mashter… I’m shorry… it’s stuc- AAHH~!“

Despite her instinctive grip, Master powered straight through her marepussy’s antics, his own grip dug into her thighs, making Lemon moan unintentionally, and she rose the final five inches… Her mind blanked temporarily as her cunt was pried off of the most desirable cock wielder in Equestria with a wet POP! She shuddered, an orgasm causing her whole body to spasm and her legs to twitch violently. She thought she was going to fall back and hit her head the table, but Master gripped her tighter, and he tilted her forward into his chest. As her head flopped onto it, Lemon noted that it was bare compared to a pony’s furred chest, and warm… and his scent, his aura which filled her mouth, and nostrils, and her very soul, was like a combination of a recent rainfall, a sweet lavender scent, and his own earthy, overpowering musk…

She breathed it in, her muzzle just below his collarbone, and let out a long, satisfied moan as everything became static, and her muscles tensed all together.

When Lemon hearts stopped cumming, she finally registered Master’s supple fingertips between her thighs, gently encouraging her until the very end. Aftershocks coursed through her twitching body as she continued to try to obey her Master. First one hand, then the other gripped into Master’s arms, then used her perch to push her torso up. Eventually she managed to push herself back onto her unsteady legs.

“I love you my slave…” Master kissed her forehead, steadying her with his hands around her waist.

“T-t-thank youuu… Mashtew! L-l-lowve you…” she managed to stammer and slur out. She tried to steady herself, her pussy dribbling slightly. She tried to wipe it down with her magic as she started to trot off, only to find that her legs weren’t working so well… she made it two tottering steps before tripping on her own hooves.

Master leapt from his seat to catch her, but King Thorax, who suddenly appeared from the ceiling, flew down from the vaulting and caught her deftly in his slender arms.

“Mmm… sorry Master… my brain went a little fuzzy there.” Mumbled Lemon from her new resting spot in the Changeling King’s arms. Another changeling landed gracefully from the ceiling, this one beefier and with a black chitin body contrasting his king’s green.

Master’s face broke out in relief. “Oh Sweethearts, I’m so sorry, I don’t know my own strength sometimes…” He glanced down at his dribbling shaft, still erect, nearly as thick as the petite mare’s wrist, peering out from around the long white silk loincloth that usually concealed it.

He continued unabashedly. “That was a timely save Thorax… thank you. Though I am curious as to why you hid up there?”

King Thorax straightened, Lemon Hearts dangling limply in his arms. “I, uh… kinda didn’t want to interrupt King Aspen, and we just decided to be flies on the wall to listen…”

“YOU decided to cower out Thorax…” His bodyguard huffed.

“You know I’ve never been good with confrontations Pharynx.”

Pharynx snorted. “Aspen values plants over people, I’m not surprised he wouldn’t care about the love that Master has brought to this land.”

“Now, now, be fair, he has his own people he’s worried about. I would be glad to discuss Aspen’s stance later, but right now I have somethings to discuss with King Dainn…” Master placated.

His eyes flicked to the Caribou, then back to Thorax.

“Can you hold onto her Thorax? I think that little Lemon Hearts is having a tough time right now. I just need a minute before I can properly chat with you.” He stroked Lemon Hearts’ cheek playfully.

“Of course Master. I’ll be glad to help” He shifted Lemon Hearts into a more secure position.

Master sat back down, satisfied that Thorax had it in hand. He smoothed down his loincloth to the side and used a handkerchief that Celestia handed him to gingerly clean off his member. Though he quickly popped it up to his mouth to suck the pussy juice coating off the top quarter of it first, then cleaned his hands.

He was about to address Thorax when there was an audible gagging sound from the opposite end of the table.

“I don’t know what’s worse, you deigning to give your slave the slightest bit of concern for her state after you used her, or stooping so low as to clean your own cock when your bitch-queen is right there.”

Master straightened, then craned his neck and looked around the chamber in an exaggerated manner. His gaze traced up and down the columns of the meeting hall, over the various beautiful stained-glass windows, and even under the table.

After another moment of searching he returned his gaze to Dainn. “Hmm… you know, I took a look around. In addition to disagreeing with every word that seems to come out of your mouth, I couldn’t find a single creature who asked your opinion. Funny that.”

Dainn fumed, though he immediately became distracted as this seemed to be the moment when he climaxed into his own slave, judging by her choking sounds growing wetter and more slobbery.

Celestia kept her eyes locked on the poor Caribou woman… waiting for the second when it looked like Dainn thought to ignore entirely his slave’s need for oxygen for his pleasure. Celestia would have wrenched her away and vaporized Dainn earlier, but she now knew that Master had a plan to avert total war, and ruining the current ‘diplomatic’ relationship with Dainn now would be unhelpful to say the least. She had precious else to do, as the misogynist tyrant would dismiss all of her contributions. But she could do this, to ensure the safety of even one of Dainn’s oppressed slaves. Master looked on too, worried, also concerned for her safety, but unable to demand anything of Dainn at that time. Master turned away reluctantly to resume his conversation with Thorax.

“Thank you for your assistance Thorax… I take it you wanted to speak to me or Mistress-Goddess Celestia? How may we help you?”

Thorax nodded, his iridescent and glassy plum-colored eyes somehow conveying his determination and confidence before he even spoke. “I wanted to voice the conviction of myself and my bodyguard that the Changelings are already allies and friends to the Empire. And we would be honored to join you in war should it come to that.”

Master glanced behind Thorax to see Pharynx standing at attention behind him, his broad chitinous chest puffed out, his jaw set, and his chin held high in determination. Master leaned back in his chair to address Thorax.

“The loyalty of yourself, your bodyguard, and your hive are noted and appreciated Thorax… I would ask you to mobilize your hive to be ready to render cleanup and capture assistance… something I would rank the changeling army excellent at.”

Thorax nodded again. “Thank you, my lord, we will do our best!”

“All I can ask of you. I beg you leave us now.”

Thorax nodded again, and only just seemed to remember the vibrant yellow slave leaning against his slender and smooth armored chest…

“Uhhh… Master… what shall I do with…?”

“Ah, could you just give her to the guards outside, they will take her to the slave quarters, and Miss Saddles will handle her.”

Thorax nodded, and bundled Lemon Hearts into his arms, the pony herself having fallen fast asleep. Pharynx followed him a few paces behind, his menacing lavender eyes sweeping the hall repeatedly, and his hand gripping his chitin sword the whole way out the door.

“I presume you mean punishment?” Came a gruff and entirely unpleasant voice from a across the hall.

Master looked back up at him and scowled. “Excuse me?”

“Punishment: the cunt meat failed to carry out your orders, and this… Sass- whatever will carry out her punishment?” He seemed to be trying to make casual conversation.

Master stared exasperatedly at him. “You know… you’re almost right… if it was the exact OPPOSITE of that.”

He stood, his cock now properly stowed behind his loincloth, visible only as an innocuous fold in the garment that never seemed to smooth flat. He put his hands behind his back.

“Sassy Saddles is my slave-mistress… she manages my other slaves.” He explained matter-of-factly. “She is not only a beautiful and competent slave in her own right but has proven to care for the wellbeing of everypony in her purview. Her attention to detail makes her an impeccable manager in whatever task I set her. By the by, the inestimable Miss Saddles also happens to manage a fantastic and critically vaunted kitchen in the slave quarters. She will probably be getting the poor girl a meal, since I didn’t don’t think she had eaten since this morning and perform the aftercare that I cannot at this moment. ”

He noted the confused and disgusted look on Dainn’s face.

“Oh, I beg your pardon, foreign language being what it is…”

"Jeg forstår dit primitiv, hestetunget sprog helt fint, det er dig som berøver mit!" Dainn spat in his own tongue.

Master smirked and replied "Men stadig, selvom du bære dig ad fint, seer det ikke ud til at vi snakker det helt samme sprog…"

Dainn’s Jaw dropped open, his grip slackening on the hair of the slave in his lap for just a moment.

Master smirked. “Anyway, aftercare is when I usually eat out…”

“I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS YOU HAIRLESS CUCK OF A BITCH! NOW CAN WE GET TO DISCUSSING YOUR SURRENDER, OR DO YOU DESIRE MY ARMY TO STRIKE NOW?” He panted and huffed, seeming to be closing in on his wit’s end.

Master raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm, well, grain of salt and all that. But yes, to business. Just another moment while I finalize my affairs, and we can address one another without interruption.”

All other creatures had left now, and the hall had fallen silent but for their voices. Dainn scowled across the table.

“Very well, but be quick, I tire of the forestalling of your destruction!” Dainn slumped in his seat to wait. His slave seemed to be cleaning up after his orgasm, lapping at his slackening 8-inch cock.

Master nodded curtly and turned to Celestia.

“Would you be able to spare your pleasure slave my dear? I do think the man is serious about the whole war thing, and I want to look my best!”

Celestia smiled warmly and nodded. “Of course My Lord! Just a moment.”

Celestia stared down into her cleavage, using her magic to part her mighty mammaries and dress enough that she could see down to her equally soft and curvaceous thighs. “Raven, can you have Mistress Rarity and Captain Fizzlepop prepare Master and Luna’s attire and weapons for war? Lemon Hearts has become indisposed…”

From DEEP within the pillowy thighs of the princess, an off-white horn popped up, followed by a mess of dark brown hair. A pony’s head followed soon after. Once she had popped her muzzle out from between her Goddess’s thighs, she spoke in an even and measured tone despite the thick, slippery liquid dribbling from her muzzle.

“Yesh goddessh...” Raven Inkwell, personal assistant slave to Princess Celestia, licked her sopping wet lips and swallowed several petite gulps of Celestia’s cum before speaking again. “Would you like me to bring Master’s unform to him?”

Celestia turned to Master inquisitively.

“Yes Raven, I would have it brought to the cloud arena... but I beg you inform Mistress Rarity to have one of her boy-toys to deliver it. Much as I’d love to see her, I don’t trust our guest around ladies such as herself. She can help with Luna’s dressing instead.”

Raven nodded, causing her damp and disheveled hair to sway, and extracted herself gingerly from her Mistress’s thighs. Celestia parted them, but this gesture offered only slightly less resistance as Raven backed out, still having to push aside cushiony thighs nearly twice as thick as her whole body. Once she was out, she squeezed some of the marecum out of her bangs, licked her fingers meticulously clean, then tugged the hair band off of her wrist to put up a stately hair bun.

After she had made herself as presentable as possible, cum still spattered and dribbling down her perky C-cup breasts, she trotted smartly off and shut the door behind her, Master took a deep breath to steady himself.

He threw his arms wide, throwing aside his royal blue half-cape and stood upright. Master was around 6’ 3”, with a fit and toned, but not terribly muscular build. He wore a long white loincloth that swept just below his knees, fastened about his waist by a gold studded leather belt with a simple square gold buckle. In addition, on his left shoulder sat a rounded, gold, segmented spaulder shoulder pad that held his cape, looking not unlike the shell of a large, golden beetle clinging to his shoulder with a few leather straps. On his feet and arms he wore a few leather straps that ended in soft-soled sandals on his feet and smooth leather bracers on his forearms. Finally, atop his head was a Golden crown not unlike Celestia’s, though squatter, with a shining palm-sized sapphire as its centerpiece and accented by studded turquoise stone decorations.

His face had stormy grey eyes framed on either side by shoulder length wavy dirty blonde hair, with a sharp and shapely goatee accentuating a mouth whose lips fluctuated between tender smiles and mischievous grins on a regular basis. Though now, it was flattened in an uncharacteristic passionless grimace.

He placed his hands on the table. “So, let’s cut the chase… what are your demands? I’ve played a wargame or two, and fought in my first real wars not too long ago with Tirek and Chrysalis. He desired Equestria’s magic, she desired the love we cultured. You already made yourself very clear you abhorre our way of life… How about it?”

Dainn stood as well. His slave slid out of the way of his muscular thighs and onto her knees next to him, coughing a little and trying not to spill the cum in her mouth. Dainn’s cock flopped down in front of his rough, furred trousers, and he thrust out his massive, armored chest proudly. “We seek nothing less than the DESTRUCTION of this… Equestria!” He spat on the table to illustrate his disgust with the name. “For too long, the males of Equestria have been subservient to the bitches that deserve only to be sucking their cocks-“

“Do get to the point Dainn, we don’t have all day.” Celestia sneered sardonically, folding her arms atop her exercise ball-sized breasts and scowling down the hall at him.

Dainn grimaced and continued petulantly, thrusting his finger toward Master. “You have taken the correct first step in writing these WRONGS, one called ‘Master’.” He gestured his hand forward, as if pointing out a demonstration of a point in his favor. “Subjugating the mares of this land to worship your cock. But you have still much to rectify. For there are still many atrocities committed by your people… for example, from what I heard just now: your ‘Rarity’, a female, owning…”

“And so you think you can do better? Is that it?” Master cut in abruptly.

Dainn straightened and grinned maliciously. “By miles, hundreds of miles… if I were to have this land, I would have the powerbase to show the WORLD the proper and correct way of doing things. Your males are strong, and would make fine warriors, and if we could subjugate the so-called ‘Goddesses’ of Equestria, we would surely show the inferiority of females to those who do not realize it yet!”

There was a silence… Dainn grinned over the length of the table, his eyes and pose confident.

Master stared back at him… glanced down and to Dainn’s side at the pathetic broken woman kneeling next to him, then back up to his face. “Very well… you may HAVE Equestria”

Celestia’s eyes went wide, but after seeming to stare down the back of Master’s head for a moment, she relaxed. She trusted he had this in hand… and she had sensed his mind... ‘but she had trusted him first!’ She thought reassuringly to herself.

King Dainn prattled on as if he didn’t hear him at first “Of course, if you do not surrender, I will…” Master’s words caught up with his brain and he stopped, dumbfounded. “Wah- yo- You are giving up?”

Master waved a casually dismissive hand. “Oh no, not quite. You may have Equestria as I said. My soldiers will lay down their arms when I command them, and my citizens will submit to their new masters if they see their leaders doing the same…”

“GET TO THE POINT!”

“If you can best my three challenges… I will grant this boon. Would you say that is fair my love?” He turned back to Celestia.

“Her opinion doesn’t count! I will accept and succeed in your challenges only after I hear of them!”

Celestia gave a reassuring nod, and smirked at Master. “My Lord, were you THAT bored with the Convocation? I could have spiced things up myself if you had asked.”

Master trotted to her side and leaned over her enormous breasts to plant a kiss on her forehead, no mean feat, as she still was a formidable height, even sitting down. “No not at all, I do want to continue the talks, even though they are a bit tedious. I was simply trying to give him a fair chance!” He spoke quietly to her.

They both chuckled a little at that.

“Damn you and your sentimental idiocy, what are the challenges!?” Dainn slammed his hands on the table now, leaning forward eagerly.

Master turned away from Celestia, annoyed. “Well, fine, if you can’t be patient about it…”

Master matched Dainn’s pose. “Alright. Your three tasks follow thus:”

He dramatically thrust his hand forward, one finger raised. “First, your finest warrior, or the one most adept in sex, must outlast my lowliest slave in sexual prowess, using the rules we developed and utilize in our Equestria Games.”

Dainn scoffed and gestured to his bodyguard. “My lieutenant, Ivangir, will do this… Though if you desired a Caribou demonstrating the proper method of putting cocksleeves in their rightful place, you need only have surrender-“

“Second.” Master talked pointedly over him and crooked up another finger. “Your finest squad of warriors shall face off against my own most adept champion. She will of course be barehanded as to make it an even fight…”

Dainn burst out laughing, doubling over so much that his mighty, proud antlers clacked briefly against the smooth granite table. “ONE of my warriors could put down a dozen bleating, inferior-“

“AND FINALLY” Master had to shout over him. After the silence had stood for a few seconds, he spoke again. “You yourself, and as many soldiers as you desire, may face off against one of the Leaders of this land… also of your choice.”

He paused, and brought himself to parade rest again, his hands behind his back. “If we should falter in any one of these challenges, Equestria is yours. Fail in all three, and I shall submit myself, my harem, and my wives as your personal slaves.”

Dainn’s eyes went wide, trying to control the unabashed smugness and glee that had crossed his face.

“And should, perish the thought, you have any possibility of WINNING?”

Master nodded. “Should we prove our worth in all three, we would have your armies retreat from this continent. We would supply your journey, but you may no longer land on Equestrian soil, from Califoalnia to Manehatten, from the Crystal Empire to Appaloosa.”

He shot Dainn a penetrating glare, his face twisted in distain and determination.

“There are other races you may consider conquering... but you would run very quickly into the reality that Equestria offers protection and allies to all that seek them, and any nation within our purview would not hesitate to call on us for our aid. Then you would see us in true form, battling with all our might against oppression and evil.”

A long pause followed. Dainn, for once, didn’t have a response.

Master sat back down and closed his eyes. “The contest would begin once you have brought your delegation of champions to the Equestria Games stadium in the south side of the city. By then I will have prepared the stadium, and my own champions. You know, you will have to use the Train... unless you have airships?”

Dainn scowled “You underestimate me, ape. Our armies would not simply scale the mountain face, yes we brought airships! Mighty vessels of war, enough to- “

Master rolled his eyes and spoke forcefully over him. “Alright, that settled, I will have my guards escort you out, you can summon who you wish, and you may dock your ONE airship at the port on the north side of the city. Any more than that and I will not hesitate to destroy them.”

Dainn bowed mockingly. “Of course your majesty…”

He unhooked the leather leash on his belt and tugged on it forcefully “Come, meat, get up!” He growled. The slave stood and followed meekly behind him; her head lowered so as not to make eye contact with anyone.

As Dainn strutted past the table and came level with the two rulers, he stopped, sneered at Master, then reached out a hand.

Celestia jerked in her seat as a rough, calloused hand seized a handful of her breast flesh. She had been entranced at the plight of the caribou woman, watching her gait closely in case she stumbled and taking in her body and mind critically. Now she stared right into the icy blue eyes of the caribou king.

She looked pointedly down at the hand groping her boob, then back up at its owner. “And what is it you think you’re doing Dainn?” She asked calmly.

He kneaded the mass of boob in his hand, marveling at how much more there was left un-groped. “Sampling my prize… you would make an excellent breeding sow.” He released his grip and chuckled as he made his way to the doors. “I shall take great pleasure in seeing you submit yourself willingly to my harem.” With that, he marched cheerfully towards the double doors.

Master glared daggers at his back, but just leaned in to speak with his wife and co-ruler. “Shall we tell Luna about that little stunt?” He said conversationally.

Celestia looked behind her to see the poor wretch that followed after Dainn hurry through the closing doors after her master. She grimaced. “No.”

She turned back to face Master, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. “If we informed her, she would kill that bastard where he stands… I want him to suffer.” She grinned maliciously.

Master nodded, a hard look in his eyes, but the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his anger. “Suffer he shall…”

Author's Note

Love me a good sexually charged political thriller. Next chapter within the week. I'm taking this slow and steady to make sure I am telling the story I want in a well-written manner.

Hope you enjoy!