Kneeling Before Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker
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Kneeling Before Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker

Kneeling before Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

“They promised to be gentler than last time, pet.”

Arctic shivered, the pegasus pony’s head lowered, though he did not dare drag his hooves. Keeping his head down around his mistress was a sign of respect and one that he was eager to please her with, though it did mean that he could, at least, get away with being a little stubborn from time to time. Regardless of the fact that she was his mistress, Fluttershy was not infallible, and, at the end of the day, she was just a pony too. The time they spent together showed him that day in and day out, though it was not something that could always be seen, considering the nature of their relationship and the play they enjoyed together.

That didn’t matter though as the walls of Canterlot loomed to his back, delving into the city in the dawn hours, Celestia’s sun lifting slowly as she brought light back to the land. Luna was there too, upon the balcony of her chambers, lowering the moon so softly and slowly that one could have been forgiven for missing its slow descent, though she was always there, in the shadows, watching and waiting. It was not a secret sort of watching either but a comforting one, knowing that she was always there, and Arctic had been comforted and guided by her in his dreams on more than one occasion, leading his hooves down the right path as the stallion’s hooves clip-clopped on the smoothly rounded cobbles of the old quarter.

Canterlot was traditional and imposing with the purple and yellow spires striking the sky with an imposing air but he was there for a purpose and it was that purpose that had him shivering in his pale-coated hide, tail lowered, though it ached to stiffen and perk up after the treatment that Mistress Shy had given him earlier that day. She’d done something that hadn’t been painful but had been a bit uncomfortable to go through, slipping a needle into the dock of his tail and injecting something. She’d stroked his mane and smiled afterwards, kindness in her eyes, though it had affected him near enough instantly, forcing him to perk and pick up his tail to show off the bud of his tail hole. It was a part of his anatomy that, even after all that he had done with Fluttershy and under the hooves of so many others mares, he tried to hide at all costs, yet even that right was stripped from him, exposing his starkest vulnerability.

“It’ll wear off, pet,” she said, as if knowing what he was thinking. “Come now.”

There was no denying Mistress Shy and he fixed his eyes on the swing of her long, flowing, pink tail as he picked up the pace behind her, walking up the drawbridge into the castle and the grounds. The guards saluted them as they passed and he shivered: they had been expected. There was no one that could simply walk into Canterlot Castle if they had not been expected, of course, but knowing that made it all the more real all over again to be walking through those grand gates, the towers looming as if to bear down over him like giant hooves and legs.

Yet he could not hide his arousal too, his body responding just as it had been trained to, his sheath plumping out to, very slowly, reveal a throbbing length of stallion-shaft – not that the poor pony-pet got to use it all that much for its intended purpose. He could have climaxed time after time again if he had ever been allowed to with a heft pair of balls to match that length, yet the mares that dominated him, much less Mistress Shy, had other things in mind for him that broke him down and had him whimpering, twisting and squirming under their hooves while they took other, more mare-ish pleasures from him. Thus, his cock was woefully untended to, much less the churning swell of cum in his nuts, unless Mistress Shy was draining him or milking him, taking his seed without actually allowing him the pleasure of orgasm. It was deliciously cruel and spine-tingling both at the same time.

“Here we are.”

They paced inside the castle and he willed his hooves to stop in their tracks even as he followed obediently on Fluttershy’s heels. There was nowhere he could go to escape what fate was awaiting him in the throne room or, more to the point, in the dungeons beneath the castle where darker temptations than even Princess Luna herself lay in wait.

It was not, after all, the first time that Arctic had visited the castle for the service of the princesses as more than a guest.

“Ah, welcome, Fluttershy. And your pet.”

Arctic swallowed. They hadn’t even used his name. It was embarrassing just how it made his cock throb and he swore he caught one of the guards snickering as they stood watch at the throne room door, always attentive and always waiting for the perceived notion of a threat.

Before him, at the foot of the steps leading up to the thrones, stood Celestia and Luna, their expressions gentler than he had seen in a long time from either of them, although a lot had happened in Equestria since his last session with them. His legs trembled and he fell to the floor, prostrating himself before them with his forelegs flung out far before his body, while his mistress respectfully bowed her head before the princesses, offering them the due respect they deserved as leaders of Equestria and ambassadors of beyond. She did not need to make herself lower still, for she was still one of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony and it seemed that they were on friendlier terms than ever before with all the visits that Twilight Sparkle had taken Fluttershy on to Canterlot in recent months.

“Fluttershy, how good to see you.”

Luna, with her long, flowing nebula of a mane like a perfect night sky, approached and hugged her warmly with a hoof around her shoulders, the mares sharing warmth in a brief moment of intimacy. Arctic did not dare rise as Celestia came to welcome Fluttershy in a similar manner, the voices of the mares washing over him as his cock was squashed between his stomach and the red rug of the throne room, humiliatingly leaking pre-cum onto the fine cloth and fibres.

He wondered if he’d be made to wash it later, for his transgression. Maybe they’d make him clean it with his tongue. His cock twitched all the harder, Arctic breath catching behind a lump in his throat.

“And now for you...Arctic.”

Princess Celestia towered over him but he dared not look up from the pillars of her white legs, her hooves clasped in their usual royal attire, the twist of metal framing and protecting her hooves and fetlocks as royalty was right to wear. She was beautiful just as she was but the stallion had never found the words with which to tell her that, probably as he was usually gagged with a bit or a ball or had his muzzle shoved up into someone’s marehood, pleasing them.

“We require your pet’s services again, Fluttershy,” Luna explained, though Arctic felt as if it was for his ears and not his mistresses. “You see... Our charges rather enjoyed his services before and have requested him again. It is in our best interested, as I’m quite sure you know, to keep them happy.”

“Of course, Princess Luna. I cannot imagine how I’d be if I didn’t...well...”

It was not quite like Fluttershy to be so openly randy but Arctic peeked up just in time to see her roll her shoulders and shuffle her wings, sharing a cheeky grin with Luna.

“Just Luna, of course, Fluttershy. We’re all friends here.”

Arctic wasn’t sure if he was included in that statement but it felt good to at least thing that he could be a friend to the princesses, that he could be in their circle. Not because he wanted the status of anything concerned with royalty but simply because it was comforting to be there. It made him feel safe and warm and protected, like curling up against his mistress’ side or at her hooves on a cold winter night, the fire crackling and leaping. It was a better way of being when one had a loving herd about them and that was one of the benefits to being a pony-pet in that he could rest assured that he would always be looked after and well taken care of without fail.

Mistress Shy would never fail him.

Yet his duty rolled on without his vocal consent, though he would always consent, would always do what they wanted him to. It was what made his heart sing and blood pump even through the pain of being whipped or things that weren’t really his “thing” but that he did anyway because it pleased his mistress. He was there to serve and Arctic’s nose pressed submissively to the carpet as he breathed slowly and deeply and evenly, slowing the frantic pace of his heart. His mane was softly styled against his neck and he was a ready as he’d ever be for all that they had in store for him, balls aching and churning even as his cock refused to soften and retreat into his sheath. He was just that well-trained.

“Let’s get you going...”

The passage opened up to the dungeons beneath the throne room and Canterlot Castle itself, stretching out far deeper than Arctic could imagine, and Fluttershy waved him off with a smile on her face, Luna at her side while Celestia clicked at him to follow her. It was degrading to be treated as if he was nothing more than an animal to follow commands but the prickling heat that seared through Arctic told a tale of greater arousal, of lust that could only be tamed by being treated in such a manner. And the princesses knew that too.

“Quickly.”

He didn’t know whether the princess was hurrying him because she wanted to exert a little control over him or if there was any real reason to hurry, but all he knew was that he tripped over his hooves going down the stairs into the darkness. Celestia’s horn illuminated the way in a golden glow, her mane and tail faintly luminescent too in their pastel flicker, hooves and legs in his way as he fell. There was nothing with which he could catch himself as the stairs steeped and he skittered down, head over hooves, wings flapping helplessly, his cock woefully bobbing and swinging. The most he could do was twist to at least prevent his cock from jabbing into the stone stairs or the wall or even Celestia himself as he grunted and tangled with his own legs, his heart hammering away in his chest as his body fought to right itself to no avail.

“You...”

And then an aura of golden magic wrapped itself around him, stopping his fall, the mare above him standing with her legs braced and spread, although, to her credit, she had taken great care not to step on him. Her tail flagged, showing off the pink of her marehood, perhaps deliberately, and Arctic could not help but let out a moan, cock spurting a drool of pre-cum, as he took in the softness of her udders, hanging above him. He was too far gone, broken beyond repair in the best of ways, imagining already just how she would taste, all that he could do for her, whatever she wanted to do to him.

Frowning, Celestia pushed him away, releasing him from her magic while he balanced on a step, cock throbbing. The silence stretched out. Arctic held his breath. Would he be punished? But for what? Punished for falling or punished for getting turned-on when he shouldn’t have been? Either one was perfectly viable in the eyes of a dominant mistress just like Celestia was at the right times.

“You’ve made a mess,” she said, cocking an eyebrow, her tone silken-sweet and promising more. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Arctic gulped, working his jaw, but he couldn’t even get out any kind of apology as the princess walked on, not even bothering to take a moment to wipe the seed from her leg. He could have done it for her, of course, but he would not have dared touch her without permission – even though he’d just been the one to crash into her tumbling down the stairs!

Oh, it was all going wrong, so very wrong, and he hung his head shamefully, dragging his hooves, as they finally rounded the corner to the chamber with bars across it. Magic crackled across the bars, crystals lining the stone walls of the prison cell itself, ensuring that the demons within could not unduly free themselves, for there was not a soul in Equestria who would have said that they should not have been contained, for Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker were two ponies, queens in their own right, who would have destroyed the entire land if they’d had their way about it.

Arctic licked his lips, doing his best not to quail, regardless of how much his legs shook. He’d had to spend time with the dark Nightmare Moon and the blazing Daybreaker before but, truly, he’d had worse done to him since and he’d come through all of that. There had been a pleasure to be had in their rough treatment of him too, even if he had never actually admitted that out loud to Fluttershy. He was sure she knew though – she always knew, regardless of what he tried to hide from her. There was no point in hiding when everyone who mattered saw straight through him, the stallion taking a deep breath and meeting the darker forms of Celestia and Luna head-on, though he was still grateful for the bars separating them.

He was sure they wouldn’t be in place for too much longer.

“Well, well, well...” Celestia chuckled and waved a hoof as if she was trying to be friendly. “Don’t you two look comfortable!”

It was, in fact, strange to see them so relaxed, for the only way that Arctic had seen them before was in the throes of lust, taking out their pent-up frustrations on him. They didn’t even seem in need of his services at that time, spread out on comfortable, plush cushions in lieu of actual furniture, although there was a stacked bookcase in the corner and, oddly so, a cuckoo clock on the wall. They preferred other forms to regular ponies (he hypothesised that they wanted to set themselves apart even then) and were in their two-legged anthro bodies, though their cutting markings were still the same.

Nightmare Moon’s mane danced tenaciously, the sparkles drawn into delightful definition by the magical lighting they were allowed to control, her armour set aside so that she was in nothing more than her black coat, hindquarters marked with her darker cutie mark. She licked her lips, though only cast Arctic a passing glance, recognition dawning in her eyes without the gleam of true interest as she swapped which leg was crossed over the other, a magazine that Arctic did not recognise in her hooves (something about mares). Her tail flicked and she would not have been out of place popping gum if she had had any, though there was no food to be seen in their rather comfortable abode. If not for the bars, one may have been forgiven for not realising that they were prisoners there, even if it was for good reason.

Daybreaker was more innocent and youthful too without her armour, the blazing white of her coat seeming to burn with the white-hot intensity of the sun. Her eyes flared up with flickers of flames and no pony who looked into their deeply burning pools could have broken free without her consent, mane and tail lashing the air in a fiery blaze as if they had some personal affront with what they ate up. She lay on her front, breasts squashed lightly beneath her and pushing up her torso, though it did not seem to be such a comfortable position with such large breasts on her form. To Arctic’s understanding, they were like the udders of a four-legged, normal mare, and the milk that flowed from them certainly tasted the same and plumped up his stomach just the same, he thought with a delicious little shudder that spoke of earlier times spent together.

Of course, neither of the evil queens (he had had to call them that before and they had laughed at how he cowered before them) were clothed at all, for ponies did not normally wear clothes so why should they in their anthro forms? It was silly but they took pleasure in their nudity, nipples perking in the comfortable cool of the dungeon, which could have been a chamber or a wing of the palace if Arctic had, perhaps, not known where he was.

He swallowed, hard. Things had changed since he was last there. But for what cause?

Casting Princess Celestia a curious look without actually putting words to it, he flicked his tail, but that only served to draw attention down lower to his cock, Daybreaker’s eyes flicking obviously to it as she licked her lips. The pink of her tongue flickered out and back in as if it had never been and one had to be quick to catch it, showing off the gleam of her fangs behind even though she was not actively trying to show them off at that moment. Arctic shivered, though strove to stand steady, cock throbbing and pulsing, drooling pre-cum without anything to stop him up. Mistress Shy had had a plug in his cock for a good week already, though he’d thought it was all in the normal course of things and hardly unusual. Only then did he realise with a tightening of his gut that she had had him storing up all of his cum within his balls, denying him even the release of milking, for a bigger purpose still.

Celestia smiled at him, a kindness softening her eyes.

“What is it, little one?”

That was gentler. That was something that made him feel as if he could speak up even as he stood there shivering, not knowing what to do. It was strange with no one actively engaged in ordering him around, the ponies there seeming to want to see what he would do – which was difficult when he was so used to training and instruction.

“I... Er...” He fumbled with his words, head lowered respectfully. “Things have changed since I was...last here...”

“They needed something softer to sit on,” Celestia said with a shrug of their wings. “They are prisoners, after all. They can’t exactly wander out into the market to get these things themselves. It wouldn’t be right of us to keep them in squalor, even if their powers must be contained.”

Arctic shivered.

“But... But what...”

He wanted to ask what they wanted him to do with them but it was already clear and felt superfluous to actually go ahead and ask the question. Sighing, his wings fluttered down, eyeing up the nightmares out of the corner of his eye, though they did not seem as interested in him as they had last time, sprawled out on their plush furnishings. Daybreaker twitched one ear but was more engaged in sipping her coffee, the cup pressed between her hands, which still boasted chunky, hoof-like fingertips in an odd fashion. Arctic shook his head. To see her like that, on two legs instead of four, was unnatural, but it was apparently just the way that they preferred to be. He supposed that no one was going to say anything against that when it was so innocent. There was a lot worse that they could have done than walk on just two legs.

“Come on now, sweet one,” Nightmare Moon spoke up, her croon as dark and as sultry as her soul, yet she would never be able to entirely strip her vocal cords of that air of danger. “We won’t hurt one like you... Not much.”

Daybreaker chuckled and rolled her eyes, the flames of her blazing mane dancing and flickering wildly as if they too took joy in Arctic’s squeak of discomfort. The implied threat was there and they didn’t need to say any more than that, even if they took pleasure in his squirms of fear too, quailing against Celestia who, of course, wasn’t going to do anything to help him out there. She knew that he was the best of the best when it came to serving dominant ponies, dominant mares, and he would drop to his knees as soon as he was transformed, falling to their hooves at their service as he always did. Princess Luna had walked through enough of his dreams to know how much he loved it too.

The prison door swung open and Arctic took a deep breath as Celestia’s magic wrapped around him, encasing him completely in a golden glow through which he couldn’t even tell that he was in a dungeon at all. No, all he saw was golden light arcing off in all directions, a spark or two flitting across his vision, his body rising, shifting, bones re-aligning so that he could stand comfortably on two hooves, just like the dark queens. The evil of Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker snarled through the magical barrier and he caught his breath, balls throbbing, growing even larger, sagging down under their own weight as he was best prepared to please them, for the princesses were larger than he was, even as a fairly big stallion. His shaft did not soften as his body changed, fore hooves changing to hands and fingers, delicate in their slender application, but grew harder and throbbed all the more eagerly, spilling pre-cum onto the rough, stone floor as if the tap was only just then being turned on.

“There... He is ready for you...”

Arctic exhaled a breath that he had been holding deliberately, wondering just how long the change would take, though it had been no time at all. Transformation magic was a breeze for ponies like Celestia and Luna, and their other halves, and he was set down on his larger, sturdier hind hooves, his body designed for a different orientation in an anthro form. His mane and tail and head were still much the same though, which was a relief too, flicking his tail as much as he could with the agent in his dock that kept it hiked and flagged, forever exposing his back end for anyone that cared to take their liberties and pleasure with him.

Stepping back, Celestia nodded with a smile.

“You know what to do. Go make your mistress proud, little pet.”

Arctic gulped but it was an order nonetheless, regardless of the tone in which it had been given. Celestia meant what she said and his hooves jerked into motion, body obeying while his mind played catch-up, whirling around and around in a scurry of thoughts. What would they do to him? What did they want with him that time? Oh, that thought was not even a question worth answering and he would have scoffed at himself if not for the trepidation building in his chest, his lungs tight while muscle had swollen into more detailed definition on his strange, two-legged body. Still, he could not quite get the hang of walking with his balls dragging him back and down in such a form, but he had to manage well enough for the time being, trusting that the dark queens would have something in mind for him that would render the difficulty in walking a moot point.

Passing into the cell, Celestia closed the door after him and nodded.

“Take your pleasure with him, Daybreaker, Nightmare Moon. He is here to do with as you will...with the usual limitations.”

“Oh, Celestia, you do not trust us one little bit, do you?”

Daybreaker cackled, standing and shaking out her magnificent wings, spreading them wide in all their glory, though the feathers looked somehow more jagged and resilient than Celestia’s. Not that Arctic was in the habit of making comparisons between the two but it was difficult not to notice what was like and what was different on two bodies that were both the same and yet different at the same time. He gulped, shaking in place, though he firmed his resolve. He would please his mistress if he did not show fear, if he did her bidding submissively and willingly. She was probably having tea with Luna right then, watching him through a magical portal. He shivered. She was always watching him.

Celestia’s hoof-steps echoed faintly as she made good her exit, though Arctic’s stomach twisted with giddy glee, some part of his psyche telling him that it was not the last that he would see of her that day, or maybe even that night, depending on how long things went on for. Either way, he would soon see as Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon faced him side by side, evil smirks pulling at their lips, watching and waiting, the viper seductress’ preparing to strike.

He braced himself.

Their hands lashed out for his arms like whips, dragging him to them, his head crushed between a pair of tits that were several times larger than his head already and he was sure able to be further ballooned out with magic, as was one of their favourite things to do. He didn’t have a chance to react and, frankly, it wouldn’t have made any difference if he had, the towering figures of the dominant ponies overpowering him so very easily. Why, Arctic would have dropped to his knees right then and there for them, for the hopes of appeasing them before they decided to take out their wraths on him, if he had been allowed to.

“Oh, he’s still so delightful, don’t you agree?” Daybreaker laughed, her chest rising and falling against his muzzle as she squeezed him in closer. “Do you think he’s broken now? That we had such a hand and a lash in his breaking? His mistress should thank us for doing so.”

And then he was free, or as free as he could be, trapped in the dungeon with them. Gasping, he stumbled back as they approached at a languid, long-legged walk, taking their time, their movements slow and calculating. They knew that there was nowhere he could go but there was still fear in his heart to be tamed and little Arctic could do besides try to still the frantic pound of his heart back to something more normal, despite the situation he was in. Curiously, his cock still throbbed, spilling forth great, big dollops of pre-cum that alternately splattered to the floor, soaking into some of the plush cushions, and trickled down his cock, gleaming in the dim, tasteful light of the cell.

He could not forget where they were though as his back pressed to the wall, well and truly backed into a corner. There was nowhere to run, despite how his legs shook, and Arctic took as deep a breath as he dared, strengthening his resolve, tail hiked despite everything.

They closed in.

“I’m here...to serve...you...”

His voice shook but the meaning behind his words still rang through, despite the stutter in his voice. Daybreaker’s flames shot higher, a smirk on her fanged muzzle, yet it was not her teeth that connected with his flesh but her breast as she pressed her tit insistently to his lips, cramming in and dwarfing him with the heaving bulk of her primed and ready body. Every inch of her screamed dominance intertwined with her innate sexuality, the power that oozed from her, that no one could have denied even if they’d wanted to.

He had to obey, had to do what they wanted, his lips parting willingly, taking her nipple into his mouth as if in a daze. Although her grip on him was firm, fingers biting into his arms, there were no whips and no magical lash either, his cock lusciously trapped between her legs as she straddled him. Arctic moaned into her breasts, shaking lightly in place, tail trying to clamp down even as his cock throbbed and pulsed, pushing out dollop after dollop of thick pre-cum. Everything hit all the right spots for him, something so very foreign to him as a submissive pony-pet that it made his head spin.

What was going on? Sure, he was being dominated but he’d expected something...something rougher. Maybe they thought he was under their control now that they had thoroughly beaten and broken him down into their slave the first time around? Arctic shuddered, her thighs squeezing around his cock as she squatted a little, bringing herself better down to his height as the length of his cock teased up against her marehood, the plush, swollen folds drooling as if she was in season. It was not his place to question something like that.

And, so, all he could do was suck and suck, drawing her nipple into his mouth, filling his mouth like a gag, his lips strained wide as she wickedly hooked a finger into the corner of his mouth to make him work his jaw all the harder. Moaning, his eyes fell half-lidded, trying to concentrate on the evil mare before him to the exclusion of all else, nothing else existing for him but the act of servitude, suckling on her tit as her skin glowed with magic and, finally, a thin yet rapidly thickening stream of milk filled his muzzle.

Oh...

“Call us your mistresses tonight, slave,” Daybreaker hissed through her teeth as she forced her nipple deeper into his muzzle, not a drop of her suckling-sweet milk going to waste. “Your mistress won’t mind. We’re only borrowing you, after all.”

Maybe that was true but he would have to obey their command for the time being, even though Arctic could not refute that there would only ever be one, true mistress in his life. Maybe they wanted to play at owning him, at taking back a little of the power and control they had had over the lives of ponies before, but that was not for him to judge as he groaned and suckled down as much of that thickly creamy milk as he possibly could, swapping one nipple for the other as his head was roughly shoved over.

It had the desired effect on his body too, milk gurgling and churning in the pit of his belly, swelling and plumping him out more and more. His stomach groaned, trying to contain it, but it was all too easy for him to bear through it after the massive inflation so many of them had put his body through already. It pooled in his belly and bloated it out, his hide squeaking as it fought to strain and stretch around the enormity of it, for their tits would never run dry of milk when they had the magic there to ensure that they lactated forever.

“So eager... He’s been better trained since.”

That was Nightmare Moon and she had other things in mind as she smirked, running her hands down the length of his cock that poked out between Daybreaker’s thighs. Arctic jerked against Daybreaker, barely able to breathe let alone move, leaving the dark mare to stroke and tease his cock, treating it as something like a sex toy that she could take as much pleasure with as she liked. And yet there was still something strange about how she was more gentle with him than she had been before, no longer slapping and hauling him about, tossing him from one side of the dungeon to the other, practically, with their magic as if they had no care for his comfort or wellbeing at all.

Questions swirled around his head but he could not afford the concentration to inspect them more closely, suckling and groaning as his cock was stroked and manipulated, Nightmare Moon pressing it up to Daybreaker’s marehood as if it slicken that hard length of stallion-meat further with the other mare’s juices. Daybreaker was productive, to say the least of it, though Arctic had no doubt that she could change her body to what she liked in that regard too, physical limitations meaning nothing to those that had as much power at their hooves as she did. Overwhelmed by sensation, Arctic moaned out loud, rolling his head back, Daybreaker’s teeth suddenly at his throat as he licked her milk from his lips, catching the rolling droplets before they could leap free and be wasted.

“So tender...” She hissed, lashing her tongue across the exposed expanse of his neck. “So sweet... I still remember how your blood tasted, little slave.”

Arctic shuddered but it was not as if there was anything he could do there as she arched her back and ground down onto his cock, a hand closing around his throat. It was not tight enough to cut off his ability to breathe but it was more than enough to let Arctic well and truly know his place, panting heavily, his chest juddering with breath as if he could not get enough air into his lungs. His ears splayed submissively as he tried to rock his hips but he was too well pinned in place, at their whims, to really do anything but submit to them.

Nightmare Moon laughed out loud, a coarse cackle that lanced deep into his soul, as she jerked him off, though she always knew when to stop before allowing him that release. He was sensitive, so very sensitive, yet it was the control and the power of it all that she longed for, teasing him to the edge over and over again as Daybreaker toyed with him until his pre-cum streamed from him as if he was being milked into orgasm, thick and gluttonous even as it poured forth. It drooled viscously out and there was surely more than enough semen in a single glob to impregnate any mare, though it was not breeding play that they had him there for that day.

Maybe one day in the future though...

Arctic shuffled his hooves, his throat released, though his knees connected with the floor before he had a chance to react, finding one of the only bare patches that were not covered with softer furnishings. His stomach sloshed with the volume of milk, rounded out before his body, and he grunted deep in the back of his throat but Daybreak was on him in an instant, not giving him a chance to react as she shoved her marehood into his face, her folds winking and twitching furiously in open, heady testament to her need.

“Get to work,” she growled, fingers twisted into his mane, dragging him in. “Slaves don’t dally...”

Nightmare Moon’s laugh burst forth in the background but Arctic didn’t have the time to listen to that, panting as he tried to please her, tongue slipping out immediately to trace the outline of Daybreaker’s folds. It had the desired effect in but a moment, her folds plumping out against his tongue, and he slurped deeply up into her, easily parting her softness with the tip of her tongue. It was all as he wanted it to be, guilty in the moment that he was taking pleasure while giving it too, his cock hard and throbbing, yet there was another mare there too who wanted her pleasure.

Nightmare Moon groaned and pawed at his cock, on her knees to get down to his level, Daybreaker dominating the scene for the time being. Her time would come but they had been told that they had to be “somewhat more docile” – that was how Luna had put it – with Arctic that time around and she could only take what she could without getting too much on the rougher side. Yet his cock was thick and long enough to give her plenty to play with, stroking his length with both hands over and over again, using her more delicate fingers to sweep around the head of his cock and the more sensitive glands, the tip flat and soft, desperate to cum.

Arctic groaned but he was the strangest active yet passive player in what was going on, wanting to do more and yet finding himself helplessly unable to. All he could do was try to hold back, try to work out what they wanted, the fear of being punished twisting a cold sort of heat through him, icy-hot and snarling with bitter tendrils. He still remembered the bite of pain as they had humiliated and abused him before, their spit sliding down his cheeks, soaked in their piss, reeking of them, battered and broken as he begged for relief. Of course, he had not had the strength to beg anything of them, that had all been internal, yet the memory remained as stark and as clear as ever.

Yet his body was prey to their whims and he slurped into Daybreaker with ever-increasing urgency as he pleased her, Nightmare Moon working at his cock. He wanted to please but he didn’t know whether she wanted him to hold off or blow his load, the decision swiftly arching towards being taken from him. Arctic squirmed, trying to focus on the succulent tartness of Daybreaker’s cunny, though that only made it all the worse for him. If there was something that would get him harder than ever, it was the sweetness of burying his tongue and nose in a mare’s cunny, sinking in deeper and deeper, all to get their pleasure to that peak and point at which they could no longer hold back.

Daybreaker screamed, the flames of her rippling mane and tail shooting off, blazing with the intensity of the sun, her orgasm pouring forth in a powerful rise of lust. Her juices coated his muzzle as she squirted, a note of messy sex hardly something that was going to put him off, lapping up all the more fervently into her, lips closing around her clit. It was with that devout suckling that he dragged out her orgasm, Daybreak’s roar bellowing forth, rebounding off the walls, deafening him. It was a good thing though that Arctic did not need to hear as his ears rang, the heady aroma of her swamping his muzzle, her juices splattering him, soaking his coat, leaving her mark on him.

And yet there was a storm brewing too, his balls aching and churning as Nightmare Moon sought to cement her dominance over him as she forced him to the very point of orgasm, holding him there. He could have tipped over at any time but she held him there as rivulets of milk streamed down Daybreaker’s chest, her milky nipples still craving attention while her marehood got the best manner of attention that it deserved. Yet he could not remain there forever as Nightmare Moon leaned in suddenly, hungrily, snarling and showing off the white gleam of her teeth.

With her howl, he climaxed, spilling his load over the floor, her body, her breasts, bathing her in it as the nightmare snarled and revelled, snapping her fangs as if she was on the edge of becoming a creature and queen of the night all over again. His seed poured over her tits as she rubbed it in, hissing through her teeth, though her eyes danced with unbridled glee, her tail every flicking back and forth as if it was composed of hair and not a nebula, more like a normal pony in that moment than he had ever seen her before.

Arctic’s mind, however, was swamped with bliss, the twist of guilt in his stomach easily drowned as he wondered whether or not he was actually allowed to cum. Nothing seemed off-limits with the two of them as long as they got their pleasure first and foremost and Nightmare Moon wasted no time at all in sweeping her hands back down the rapidly slickening length of his cock, forcing him straight on into a second orgasm. She was going to have her fill of him regardless of what he thought of the matter and he could only squeal and stomp, trapped between her and Daybreaker though knowing that he was there to please and only to please. It didn’t help him any to focus on the dominating thighs and thick hips of Daybreaker, closing around his head, her marehood winking as she squirted, though he thought that they’d both lost track of how many orgasms she’d had from him at that point.

“Unnff...” Daybreaker moaned, head rolling back, doing her best to heft her tits together with both hands. “Forgot what a tongue this slave has on him...”

Nightmare Moon’s eyes twinkled darkly, shoulder blades pushed back as cum dripped down her breasts.

“And now that he’s had his first...second...climax, he’ll last longer for use.”

Her eyes bored into Arctic, burning into him even though he was not in a position where he could lock his gaze with her. He still felt her eyes, the shuddering, quailing force of them practically driving him down into the ground, legs spread obediently and yet shaking in place. Was there anything in the world more terrifying than the eyes, that made him feel more like he was about to see the end of his days – even with the mare’s arousal painting his muzzle so sweetly and messily at the same time?

Yet Nightmare Moon knew just what to do with him as he was shoved to the floor, their hands firm and his body as willing as it was ever going to be. The jutting spire of his cock refused to soften and Nightmare Moon swung her leg over him, crouching until the tip brushed her folds.

“Ohhh...” She moaned, read rolling from one shoulder to the other, ears flicking back and forth as if in a faint, brief moment of true vulnerability. “Cum... Repeatedly.”

Arctic shuddered. She was going to force him there but he was too sensitive to take the pleasure from orgasm that he could – not that he had a choice in it, of course. With her back to her sister, Daybreaker plopped down heavily on his muzzle, shoving his nose right back where it belonged, forcing him to eat her out even as Nightmare Moon, very slowly, engulfed his cock in her hot, tight folds.

She was bigger than him but he wasn’t held in such high regard as a pleasure-pet for no reason, his cock more than large enough to satisfy both of them, even if he would never have to grind into them like he did with smaller mares. They were designed for larger cocks, their bodies, in those forms, designed for pleasure, Nightmare Moon sinking onto his cock with a grunt of delight. It took no time at all, her hand on her clit, to climax, squealing and snarling, the flurry of sounds not quite seeming right coming from lips like that, almost as if she was torn between being sweet or deadly. It was an infuriatingly terrifying combination and yet Arctic could wallow in his fear of her all he liked: his body was hers to do with as she willed until the princesses came to retrieve him. And who knew when that would be?

But he had a mare’s cunny to slurp into, digging his tongue as deep as he dared, the strain on his jaw more than even when he was forced to wear huge gags. That was, at least, more of a distraction from the terror and the danger of the situation he was in, though he could not even buck his hips as Nightmare Moon pinned him with her weight alone. Of course, that did not stop her from lashing out tendrils of snake-like magic, hissing as they whipped through the air, coloured the same shade as her mane and tail, which were typical of the dark magic that she had control over. His hands were swiftly bound to the ground over his head while his fetlocks and hooves were treated the same, spread-eagled and more helpless than he ever had been before. If they’d wanted to crush him beneath their hooves, prove their dominance over him, right then and there, they could have done so and he would have been powerless to stop it, whimpering into Daybreaker’s marehood as the need to orgasm churned and twisted within him, an unstoppable force.

Was his body even his own anymore? Oh, that hadn’t been so for a long time...

“Slaves are better on the floor...”

What that meant he didn’t have to know, straining and yanking at his bonds to no avail, merely a bodily reaction that he could not control as he howled and bucked through climax. His heaving balls bounced off the floor and his thighs, weighted between his spread legs, yet they were nowhere near drained as yet. That wouldn’t be too far off, however, if Nightmare Moon had her way about it, slamming her hips down over and over again, riding him as if her life depended on it. Maybe her sanity did but even Arctic would have been in awe of her if he had been able to see the heave and rise of her tits, bouncing with the sway of her body, every fibre of her being caught up in the devout adoration of taking pleasure.

Her climax was fuelled by his, a thick load of stallion-seed slopping into her, though the thrusting of her hips forced some of it back out again even as some poured into her womb. It was forced through the narrow neck of her innermost barrier by the force of the stallion-slave’s orgasm and her thrusts, forcing her belly to inflate with a pleasant, plump swell. Nightmare Moon’s hands fell to it with a throaty groan, rubbing her stomach, though the tiny rise of it in comparison to the rest of it only made her want him all the more.

Slamming down so nearly all of his cock was forced up inside her, she bucked and ground in short, shallow thrusts, ensuring that the majority of his cock stayed inside her at all times. Thrusting was all well and good but there was a sensuality to the constant pressure of a throbbing cock too, her muscles squeezing and rippling around him, demanding rather than coaxing another orgasm from him. All poor Arctic could do was whine and cry out into the sweetness of Daybreaker’s marehood, his forelock slicked down to his face with the sheer volume of her juices, the white-coated mare bucking and grinding on his muzzle fervently.

Arctic tried to keep up with her, he really did, but it was impossible to get his tongue in all the right places as she used his muzzle as a sex toy, barely allowing him enough time to breathe as his lungs ached desperately. The breaths that he did manage to snatch too were laden with her heady scent, making his head swim, narrowing his world down even further within that dungeon to one of such lust and pleasure that he doubted that he’d ever be able to come out of it again. Was there anything else left for him when he was there, in that moment, to please them and them alone?

A slave had to serve.

A slave had to please.

Always.

He didn’t know how long he was down there for, the cold, hard floor warming to the pulsing heat of his body, muscles aching, the mares driving him on. It didn’t matter. Orgasm after orgasm coursed through him but he swiftly lost the pleasure of it – as if it mattered anyway! His cock throbbed and spilt forth everything he had to offer, Nightmare Moon sitting on his balls every time she pushed down to the deepest extent, ensuring that not an inch of his cock, even pushing back his sheath, went to waste. That wasn’t what she wanted, taking everything he had and more, a growl on her lips as her tongue lashed out across them.

How many times had he climaxed? Arctic’s head swum. He didn’t know, could not tell, whimpering and grunting and groaning and lapping more and more eagerly at Daybreaker’s cunny, his nose almost swallowed up by her folds. Her sex twitched around him, eager for more, and he delved in, heading her moans, even when the mare adjusted the angle of her hips for him to get a taste of her tail hole too. Arctic shuddered, ears slipping back, but he did it all the same, for what else was he supposed to do? He wasn’t in any kind of position to complain down there as he moaned and rimmed her, her tail flagged high over his chest but, at the very least, not burning him.

“Deeper, slave...”

Daybreaker’s crackling tone, like leaping flames devouring a forest, snapped through him and he could only obey, grunting and whimpering plaintively as he wriggled his tongue into her tight ring. It was musky but clean and he could be thankful for that as he debased himself all for her pleasure, the lust of the evil queen something that not even he felt that he could be adequate against. Maybe that was why he was not free to move as he willed, his bondage resolutely holding him fast, a useless slave that was only good when he was not permitted the agency of will...

He drifted, losing himself in her musk, thick juices slopping out over his head, forcing him to close his eyes. She was huge, even in comparison to him, and her pussy pressed down between his eyes while she forced him to tease her tail hole, moans rising, though there was a proud note to them too. Daybreaker made no qualms about how much she loved using him, marehood winking furiously, building up to yet another orgasm as she drenched him in her lust.

He’d reek of them for weeks, he was sure, even if he bathed in Fluttershy’s “special” solution, a potion that Zecora whipped up for her to cleanse him with from time to time. He was sure that that would be deliberate.

His balls ached, slowly but surely drained, one orgasm after the other. He was dimly aware of the throbbing pain of overstimulation but it blended into the background of everything else even then, his chest shuddering, striving to bear through it all the best he could. Even if his nuts were emptied, he was sure that his cock would remain hard and wanton, their needs coming above all else. Why, if he did soften, their magic would be more than enough to ensure that he was a rock-hard pole for them to ride, his body but a tool for them to use as they willed.

And then everything eased, his balls a little smaller than usual, not holding their usual plump load of ready cum to be spent. Anything they forced from him, from that point on, would be but a weak version of an orgasm, perhaps a little dribble of the fluid that carried his semen forth, though his body was, even then, furiously working to replenish the loads that were lost. He didn’t have the aid of magic to ensure his balls refilled themselves, however, wings trapped under his back as they tried, instinctively, to flap weakly, even though that would not have been enough either to get him out of a sticky situation. Nightmare Moon raised her hips from him with a grunt and a groan, snapping her fingers to release his bondage, though it was all Arctic could do right there and then to, somehow, scramble onto his knees at her bidding.

“Better, slave,” Daybreaker growled, nostrils flaring, lust resonating through her stare, relentless in its intensity. “But not good enough... Yet.”

Bowing his head, he trembled in place, trying to show his submission in the best way he could, quivering. His muscles ached but there was no time as yet for him to rest with them standing over him, their hooves impossibly huge as they breasts swayed, nipples protruding in a milky gleam as if they too were demanding his attention. But what was a pony-slave to do besides wait to be ordered for the manner of attention that they desired?

He didn’t have to wait long.

Nightmare Moon snapped her fingers.

“Here.”

Her tone was not one to be argued with and he scrambled to obey, staying on his knees as he placed himself before her. Trembling, he spread his legs and pointed his knees out, bracing for her to stay in position, his hands placed with his palms on his thighs where they narrowed in towards his knees in the ultimate gesture of submission. In such a position, there was nothing he could do to fight back if Nightmare Moon did choose to strike him and there was nothing that he wanted to do either, his entire mind zeroing in on servitude alone, what his body was designed for and his mind trained for in the best of ways.

The dominating figure of the mare stepped over him, pressing her marehood to his lips, though it was not oral pleasure that she desired from him at that moment as she growled at him to open wide, tail flagging in the prelude to a different kind of release. The mare twisted her fingers roughly into his mane for a bite of pain yet Arctic was ready for it, gasping with his mouth open, taking a hot stream of urine into his mouth as the mare released her bladder.

It was as hot and as acrid as ever, so strongly smelling that he almost screwed up his muzzle before remembering where he was and what he was doing. Fluttershy had had him tucked away in latex bodysuits and hoods so often lately that he barely knew what face he was making when out of them lately, only catching him in the nick of time. He had to remember where he was, what he was doing, who he was with, fear closing around his heart. They could crush him without a second thought, the dominant mares squeezing him between their thighs, beating him into a pulp. And he was right to fear them, considering the destruction that they each, respectively, had and could have wreaked across Equestria, though he didn’t want to even think about what Daybreaker could do if she was let loose!

Yet, of course, her piss only had one place that it could go, pouring into his stomach along with the milk, swelling out his belly more and more, the bloat impossible to hide. His belly gurgled at the mix of fluids but it was as prepared as it could be for the lust to come, his need rising, cock throbbing. He would never have denied just how much he loved being plump and swollen but it was something that he had to be forced into, or accidentally tipped into, his guts churning as they were forced to take more and more urine, gulping it all down as eagerly as any stallion-slave should have. They were his mistresses and his belly bloating out and spilling down to the floor was just the cherry on top of the delicious sundae that was his debasement beneath them.

No... Yes. Yes, he had to please them, had to do everything they wanted, slipping down into sweetly cloying submission, the bondage of it tightening around him, though it was a comforting feeling. As long as he did what they wanted, he was safe and would remain safe, yet that was something that he always had to keep in mind. And that was just why he schooled his expressions so, lips parting more and more widely, though he had to move and wriggle back and forth slightly to make sure that no drops of urine splattered outside his muzzle, acting the part of a pony-slave just for them.

Maybe that’s all he was. Maybe that’s all he would ever be. It was not so bad, to be honest. Even with bitter piss streaming down his throat as he gulped and gulped, straining to swallow with his mouth held open, a strange sensation and yet one that Fluttershy had extensively trained him in. It was possible and it had Nightmare Moon rumbling her pleasure above him, his eyes trying to dart to her wide hips, how her tail swished between her legs, the twisting sparks of her tail hypnotic – if only he could keep his eyes on them and not her, her marehood and being used as her piss-pot dominating all else.

As he tried to seal his lips around her thick, fleshy marehood, he failed to capture every drop of piss in his mouth, tongue flitting about too anxiously, striving to please even then. Even the taste was not too bad then but he still groaned as a droplet of piss streamed down over his chin, sinking into his fur and marking it in a smear of yellow, his cock throbbing wantonly all the while. His stomach gurgled, ballooning out, more and more piss filling his guts, the stench of it wrapping around him, pulsing for precedence.

Ohhh...

That mark would last until he was cleaned up at the end of the session, staining his pale coat in testament to their use of him. He wondered if the guards would think less of him for it later, if they even knew what was going on down in the dungeons, but they would never have any say in what happened to him and he was sure, strangely enough, that the princesses would not hear a bad word against him. No, he was useful to them, even if it was in a stranger way than he supposed was true for most ponies, and he pressed up all the more willingly, submissively, to Nightmare Moon’s marehood, her winking, twitching folds sending the tapering-off stream of piss splattering across his tongue, dribbling more tracks down his chin.

“Ahhh...” She twitched, tail lashing the air like a flogger. “That’s better... So much better.”

She pushed Arctic away, the pony teetering onto his back with his centre of balance thrown off, though he landed more gently than usual on one of the large cushions. It was still a very unusual session for him but there could be no question as to their dominance and his submission as Nightmare Moon easily flowed over him, moving so seamlessly that it was as if she became the embodiment of the night itself in that moment. Daybreaker followed swiftly, though she would have to share him that time, pressing her marehood to his lips at a different angle to before as she released her bladder too with a long, drawn-out sigh that spoke of a different kind of relief to their usual sexual lust.

“Ohhh...”

Flinging her head back, she groaned, tail swishing, crackling, flames leaping. She was more a pony that he could have recognised too but her command over him was absolute as her milky nipples dribbled, breasts wobbling, the slightest movement of her hips sending a resounding jiggle through the rest of her flesh. Her marehood puckered and twitched lightly against his lips as she spent her bladder into his mouth, gentle force-feeding him but, really, there could be the question as to whether or not it was truly forcing called into play, considering how willing he was. It was humiliating, yes, debasing, of course – yet he did not fight back.

He’d given up on fighting back a long time ago.

“Look how he’s changed...”

He didn’t know or care who said that, pinned there, hands running up his thighs, groping and squeezing, even lightly (for them) slapping his drained nuts. They were still a pleasing size, of course, but decidedly softer, more like normal nuts rather than the state that his were most usually to be found in. Daybreaker’s piss streamed down his throat and she deliberately lifted her hips to splatter a stream over his muzzle and neck, marking his chest, though it was still better than what they had done to him before. The darkness of their forced BDSM had rendered him broken for weeks, replaying all that they had done to him, so much so that his mind had black spots in it where he was not even sure what had happened.

They were different though, different in a strange way, considering it was them that said that he had changed too. Done with using him as a pony urinal, Daybreaker smirked and they toyed with him, easily hefting his body up with their magic and turning him in mid-air.

“How shall we do this?”

“His cock is delightful.”

“He doesn’t have more seed to spend.”

“Perfect.”

They could do with him as they wanted as they finally settled on binding him to the wall next to the bookcase. With his arms above his head, his shoulders ached, manacles and chains fixing them to the wall while his legs were kept wider than was comfortable with like devices. He could not even rock his lips with another band of metal scooping around his stomach, fastened there like an action figure from a popular pony comic in its box, his body on show and display with a huge, throbbing cock.

Yet the mares had so much left to take from him as they took turns riding his cock. That he was the one with the dick and not them did not bother them in the slightest as Daybreaker backed up onto his dick, clearly in control as she fucked him, her thick backside grinding onto him. His stomach rocked and swayed where he had been overfilled with their milk and piss but it was not about to stop him from pleasing them, from being the very best sex toy that he possibly could be. A stunning alicorn like her could not fail to make her pleasure known and heard, moans rising to fill the dungeon, and Nightmare Moon impatiently waited her turn while the sun demon (hardly a princess) screamed out her climax on a cock that fit her marehood just right.

Her folds were left gaping slightly while Nightmare Moon took her place, slamming down instantly on his cock and riding him as if there was nothing left for her in the world. Her desperation left a sheen of gleaming sweat on her dark coat, his cock slick with her juices, though he was already too exhausted to even consider thrusting, as wonderful as the embrace of her passage was. Maybe she was skilled as she had had so many more years than him to hone her craft of lust but her muscles twitching and pulling around his cock were more than enough to milk him all on their own, pushing down all the way on his cock so that his sheath was shoved back, drawing him to a peak of orgasm despite his tiredness.

His body must have had some time to recover or there was some kind of magical intervention there for she managed to coax an orgasm from him, though he could not tell how powerful it was. In the fact of so much overstimulation, everything blurred as he submissively allowed it all to happen to him – well, that was what Arctic thought. It was hard to say that he allowed anything at all in his bondage with his tail still trying to flick up proudly in climax, the duo proving that being forced through too many and milked dry to be just as strenuous as having his cum backed over into his balls time after time again.

Yet the mare of the night wanted more, groaning as she drew off him and holding Daybreaker back even as she eagerly moved in to take her place.

“That will not do...” Nightmare Moon licked her lips, showing off a flash of fangs. “Make him productive again.”

He could have gotten there on his own, of course, but they were far too impatient for that as they wrapped their magic around him. Rather than filling his balls for him, they forced his body to go into over-drive, rapidly reproducing more and more semen as his nuts bloated out. Fuller than they were naturally, his breath caught as his cock jerked and drooled a fresh stream of pre-cum, better able to let it out with so much in his balls waiting to be spilt. Yet they didn’t force him past limits that they did not, perhaps, know were possible to break, simply getting him back to the stage where he would be able to give them a creamy filling again.

Nightmare Moon chuckled and ran her hand up his cock, shaking her head mockingly at how he squirmed and flinched.

“Little slave... Can’t even hold back your need for two queens?”

“Look how hard he is...” Daybreaker added, brushing her fingers over the sensitive head of his shaft to a chorus of stallion moans. “That’s not us. That’s all this slut’s fault.”

Whether it was his fault or not was something that Arctic would have certainly have contested if he’d had the words or breath with which to do so, but there was nothing more that he could do as they pressed their backsides back to him, one on either side of his cock. Battling and squashing in against one another for precedence over his shaft, the two of them faced off until Nightmare Moon triumphed again, sinking back onto his length as the promise of more swelled within her.

He climaxed too quickly but that was just what they wanted as his seed filled her, belly plumping out a little more – though that was only the first climax. The second and third that followed her even more as Arctic neighed and whinnied shrilly, trying to hold fast but breaking under the course of too much stimulation. He needed it but needed a rest too, though it was not his decision to make as he stood there, helplessly bound, uselessly so. Yet they found some use for him as Daybreaker snarled and forced Nightmare Moon to give over her space, needing her pleasures filled too.

One cunny was much like another as his breeding spire was used, the tip flared and swollen. It did not even have a chance to soften and return to normal between orgasms as they tried to drain him even while infusing him with their magic, luxuriating in the swelling throb of his cock. With its twitch and grind, out of his control, it could have been trying to push up even deeper inside them and the mares were well-placed to take full advantage of that, Daybreaker moaning out loud as she bucked and ground on his cock, legs braced to better take him as deep as she wanted to. The medial ring pushed easily into her and she screamed out her blazing climax, juices soaking his cock, though the additional lubrication would not make her marehood any less lustful and tight for him. If their bodies had not been primed already, they were easily lustful enough to take him over and over again, ignorant as to the natural limits of pony-kind.

They were better than that, stronger than that, releasing Arctic from a manner of his bondage as he was forced onto all fours. Nightmare Moon’s cunny beckoned as she forced him on with her magic, magical cuffs trembling around his limbs, holding him in position without actually being attached to anything. Even one around his tail hiked it up higher still out of the way as she crushed his muzzle down to her breasts, forcing a nipple into his mouth with more milk still pouring forth. His cock sank into her under her bidding, even Arctic unable to stop himself from whining as he filled her, a little more in control...but not really. He was kidding himself there even as he drank down her milk, the slick tightness drawing him in and deeper, pulsing around him. At least with her round buttocks and hips, she was at a good enough height for him to thrust without having to change the angle of his hips too much, lower back aching and glutes tensing. For he had to keep on, all for her pleasure.

He could only thrust and drink with his belly straining, pleasing her while Daybreaker groped his arse and teased his balls, toying with his body as if it was something that she could toss away at a moment’s notice, caring nothing more for him. He doubted that he was even in their minds once he left their abode but he was still none of their concern as he submitted and drank down the milk from whatever breast Nightmare Moon pushed into his muzzle, lips closing softly around it. There was no need for teeth where care could be employed, though he had to concentrate on rocking his hips to please her, harder and faster, the mare demanding more.

Hit guts rumbled as if he was about to explode and he knew he was not all that big but it didn’t matter too much too him right then and there, as long as he was there to serve them above all else. Arctic groaned, the tightness in his gut growing, tail flicking, trying to contain the massive bloat. But her milk was sweet and he moaned around her nipple as he drank it all down, contributing as much to his own inflation as the evil queens were too. It may not have been a day for inflating him to his hyper extent but it was a fullness and a strain that made his head swim, cock throbbing for orgasm all over again.

She had to have his climax and her belly rounded out softly as he poured it into her, milk dribbling out of the corners of his lips as it filled his stomach, though the bulge there was nowhere near like the inflation that was easily forced on him. It was so light, in fact, in comparison, that he was able to take more milk down his throat willingly, finding himself struck by a strange sort of urge to please, letting his belly inflate, bloating out, taking that milk down and down and down even as he emptied his nuts into her.

“Such an eager, slave...” Daybreaker cooed, though there was nothing sweet about her tone, how her finger pushed callously into his tail-star to denote her dominance and prod his old scar, a squeal on his lips. “You want to be here, don’t you? This is why your mistress sends you to us... You have use here.”

Her teasing was surpassed by the pressure of her tits, forcing his head up even as he thrust, her breasts in his face. He responded instinctively, taking her nipples into his mouth, though they were too fat too both fit, not even when Daybreaker squashed both of her breasts together and laughed at the milk streaming down his muzzle. Arctic was talented but not that talented as the pain of sexual exhaustion thrummed through hi, though he would not stop until they said he could, muscles aching, tensing, striving to release held contractions that they didn’t truly need anymore.

Nightmare Moon may have been slightly put out by the other evil alicorn settling over her muzzle but she had to deal with it with no more than a hiss and a snap of warning, getting her fill from Arctic. His belly hung down, pleasantly swollen and rounding out with her milk, and Daybreaker squeezed her tits together to pump even more from them, forcing milk into his mouth that he was not ready for as he hacked and spluttered. Yet most of it still managed to slide down his throat as he squealed and gargled in orgasm, spending yet another load into Nightmare Moon’s waiting pussy, forcing it up into her womb while thrusting with all the raw vigour and passion that she loftily commanded of him.

They took him in all kinds of positions, using the magical cuffs to position him like a sex toy, even in mid-air so that Daybreaker could use her wings to pump and pound down onto his cock, horn glowing as she kept both of them aloft. She didn’t take as much of his cum as Nightmare Moon but she got her pleasures from him in other ways, forcing him to eat her out while he drank Nightmare Moon’s milk, his belly bloated out like a beach ball and yet growing larger, very slowly. There were too many things for them all to swap between, the alicorns taking the meaning of the spice of life to heart as he was posed and turned, his balls toyed with and drained and drained, spent until they ached and his cock throbbed for something that could neither be called pain or pleasure.

It was a strange sensation to have his nuts so empty in such a manner and his cock still hard, the lust of submission coursing through him. In a way, it was worse than being beaten: at least he could expect that pain. But the pleasure of being brought off again and again, having his cum demanded, left him tingling and numb in equal amounts, panting heavily, sweat darkening his beautifully pure coat. There was nothing serene about his appearance, however, as he bore through it all just for them, the best pony-slave that they could have ever wished for doing his work as he had been taught and trained to do.

Fluttershy’s tag, however, hung around his neck, reminding him of where he truly belonged. He was hers but he was hers to hire out as she pleased, taking her time and leisure away from him. Yet it was to her hooves that he would return every time he came home, flinging himself down at them for her use and abuse, however she pleased.

The alicorns were special, dominant goddesses... But they would never be as dominant and striking as his wonderful Mistress Shy, how she could command him with a single look, him knowing exactly what she wanted without her even saying anything.

The thought of her gave him a bit more strength against all the odds and he thrust on, on his back with his hooves under him, for once, thrusting up into Nightmare Moon while Daybreaker rode his muzzle, drowning him in her slick juices. There was nothing else in his little world right there and then but them and he panted heavily, lapping and teasing, slurping around her clit to the ultimate fever of passion. It was as erotic as it was exhausting and, despite his tiredness, Arctic still knew one thing and it made his heart pound in equal amounts of trepidation and, traitorous, arousal.

They would use him all day long and beyond.

Only when the evil alicorns were completely and utterly sated – by their terms, not his – was he permitted to leave and, even then, Arctic did not know whether or not he was allowed to. It was only when Nightmare Moon forcibly picked him up with her magic and shoved him through the magical barrier at the prison door (her magic fizzled out as soon as it touched the barrier) that he knew that his presence there was no longer required. Still, he was hardly presentable and it did not seem right to wander around the castle in such a messy state, reeking of sex and urine too, though he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Fortunately, the inflation of his belly had softened back to a more manageable state again, allowing him at least to totter along.

Up the stairs he went and out into the throne room, taking a deep breath of fresh, clean air, scented with lavender. Yet he barely had a chance to turn before a cry took him to order, a blazing jab of a magical sword crackling with the magic that made it up, the edges shimmering and leaping and yet irreversibly sharp, a hair’s breadth from his nose.

“Halt! Who goes there?”

Princess Luna wielded the sword from where she had been setting up for Night Court (on the third Monday of every month), her lips twisted into a snarl from which she was ready to spit a spell at any moment. Her magical sword was larger than even she was and Arctic’s breath froze in his chest, not even daring to blink.

“Arctic!” Luna started, a hoof to her chest, lowering the magical sword. “You should not appear so suddenly: I could have struck.”

Blushing heavily, he hung his head, though her response time was impressive. If he had been an enemy, Luna would have had him on the ground before he’d even had the chance to lock eyes on her.

“What – have they finished with you already, slave?”

Luna blinked at him, head a little tilted, though her concern for him was misplaced considering that he was still quite stably standing on all four hooves. The only marks on him were from the hands of Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker but there were not even any lines or welts from whips even under closer inspection. She raised her eyebrows.

“So, they did heed our warning to be gentler this time... They’re improving.”

Arctic didn’t know what that meant, keeping his mouth shut, but a smirk tugged at the corner of Luna’s lips that promised a kind of trouble that he would find himself to be quite on board with.

“Come here, slave...”

She addressed him formally, her grin something that not even she could hide as she quickly made a few magical adjustments to her throne. It would be a bit of a bodged job, allowing for anthro legs too, but it would have to do as she ushered him into the new space under her throne, a burst of magic allowing her to take on a two-legged form more quickly than Celestia had transformed him earlier. Something told him that Luna was better-practised at that spell than she was willing to let on, although the ponies set to see her that night would surely be surprised to see her in such a shape as she smoothed down a white, formal gown over her breasts, letting it hang nicely around her hips.

“There... Now, no one shall see.”

She talked to herself rather than Arctic but that did not matter to the pony that was only there to please, crammed into the space that she had created, although there was space beneath the raised dais where the thrones were set for his legs to stretch out. It was not the most comfortable position, closed in on all sides, but it brought a strange tingle of excitement to him.

That was new... Very new.

Yet all became clear as Luna seated herself over his head, a hole opening up to allow her bare marehood to slip through, showing off her need and the winking, pulsing desperation of her marehood. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, afraid to be so loud in so public a place, her clit popping out on show every time her cunny winked, already drooling a stream of milky fluids that his tongue ached to scoop up and push into the back of his mouth. There was only one thing a mare in such a position wanted and a pony-slave like him was more than eager to supply it, regardless of how much he ached.

He was tucked onto his knees, her magic forcing him into position, not even needing the extra space as she bundled him up, cock hard and swollen. His hands were locked behind his back in a twist of rope, wings bound in a sleeve, the princess ensuring that her entertainment was just how she wanted him to be, primed and ready for her lustful little nuance of attention. Knees did not have to come apart for the pleasure he was going to deliver unto her and were bound too with rope, as were his fetlocks, the close confines of the throne ensuring that there was no way for him to topple over. A posture collar, which was placed over his regular one, kept his head up, nose pointed towards her flushed, drooling sex, his tongue already protruding in shameful readiness for all that the princess could want for him.

“You know what to do, slave...”

An order could be gently issued and yet still strongly taken as he immediately obeyed, pressing his lips to her marehood and lapping softly, teasing her folds, stoking the fire of her need. He didn’t need to rush in all in a tizzy to bring her to a point of need, the mare above him wriggling as she seated herself more comfortably over the hole she’d made in her throne, the dress laying just so no one would know what the long, shimmering folds were hiding. Without moving from her position, Luna set up the chairs for those that would stay to hear out her court, though she was sure that the issues of the city and Equestria would be as boring as they usually were. It was good when they were boring – good for Equestria but not for her – as it meant that all was well and all was at peace. Yet there could be pettier things brought to the table too in quieter times, disputes between neighbours and the more serious (to them) back and forth between night-life establishments (whether sensually racy, to put it mildly, or simply in the dance scene) that were treading on each other’s hooves. That was where Arctic came in, keeping things interesting for her while Night Court dragged on and on into the early hours of the morning and ponies were, at long last, forced to return home for a little rest before dawn broke.

The mare above him sighed, trying to keep a straight face as he lapped at her marehood, running his tongue tenderly around the outer edges of her folds and flicking it back over her clit. She had not told him how she wanted him to do it and, so, he could only do what he had been best trained to do in the art of giving pleasure, building her up slowly and sweetly. Other ponies filed in and he, dimly, was aware of her giving some explanation for her attire and two-legged form, though there were not all that many ponies that were going to question the Princess of the Night’s fashion choices when it came to changing her body. It was well-known too, publicly, that she was outwardly the quirkier of the two sisters also. Those ponies didn’t know Celestia in private...

She gasped and shuffled papers, speaking out loud to say how much easier it was to have her horn free for other activities (Arctic snickered a little at that), allowing Night Court to commence. He was hardly interested in what was going on there, however, as more and more of her juices flowed into his mouth, the pegasus drinking them all down eagerly. It was just as well that his hands were not needed – she could have transformed him back to a regular pony but oh well – as they twisted and tugged at his bondage, the tight confines that were just a shade too restrictive exciting him in a way that he had never truly put words to. To be beneath an alicorn was an honour only surpassed by pleasing his mistress and to please both at the same time, well...that was a treat indeed for such a submissive pony-pet as Arctic.

It was obviously more and more difficult for the mare above him to maintain her composure, shifting her tail and trying to avoid looking like she was lifting her tail for the congregation there. She was on public show and had to maintain appearances but her juices poured thick and fast down his chin as Arctic fervently locked his lips around her clit and suckled deeply. Her resounding shudder and stomp could not be held back as orgasm hit her, her voice taking on a shrill, high pitch for a few notes, sex rippling and pulsing, pushing out more and more of her juices to slop down over his muzzle.

Happily, though aching with a sore point on his nose, Arctic licked his lips, more of her arousal slipping down his neck, soaking into his coat. There was nothing he could do about that and he settled into the readiness of such submission, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as her thighs pressed down thickly against the throne, Luna resisting the urge with all her might to spread her legs. The scent of sex flooded the room and the flicker of her magic, as subtle and as discreet as she could make it, hid it as much as possible from those gathered there, though Princess Luna was not as sly as she thought she was. She still had much to learn about the world of Equestria after the time she’d missed, though she was fortunate that most ponies would still turn a blind eye to things going on that didn’t quite make as much sense as she may have liked them to.

Yet that did not stop her from wriggling and squirming, grinding down very quietly against his muzzle through the throne. Orgasms were all well and good but there was a dirtier pleasure in her backdoor entrance too and a little push of her magic had Arctic right where she wanted him to be, luxuriously swirling his tongue around and around her tail hole, giving her all the pleasure that she wanted there from the sensitive nerve-endings and more. Her pucker drew him in and he blushed heavily. As embarrassing as it was to be used in such a manner, rimming had become more and more normal to him and her little quivers and twitches, the involuntary movements, pushed him on.

Strangely, he was in a position of minute control under her, as Luna could hardly do more than poke and prod him lightly with her magic to get him to do what she wanted. If she used a stronger force of magic, the glowing of her horn would be seen by Night Court and that was certainly something that she could not have as Arctic whimpered silently and ran his tongue over her marehood and back up to her tail hole. The velvety dock of her tail, where the nebula fused lightly into her body, begged his attention and he even played his tongue over that, making her jump on her throne and fumble for an excuse while he dived back into her cunny.

She squirmed in place and barely was able to continue as he drove her into a squirting orgasm, juices sliding slickly down his face and muzzle, eyes closed against the deluge of her lust. He could not help himself from letting out a throaty nicker, bobbing his muzzle, yet he could not move all that much for fear of bumping his head into the box of the throne that he was cocooned in. And then he would really be in trouble if anyone knew he was under there...

Of course, Night Court dragged on and on and one of the things that Luna found most difficult about sitting through it was that she could not leave. Normally, she would just magic away the urine from her bladder whenever the needs of her body called but there was no reason to do that with a willing slave-pony under her, however much he enjoyed the use and abuse.

Grunting softly, she pretended to shuffle through her paperwork, reading through the next item on the agenda, the next pony that had scheduled an audience with her, though it was harder than she thought to keep her tail down and not flagged. Her body quivered as she released hr need and Arctic darted in as quickly as he was able to cover her marehood with his lips, ensuring that no urine escaped his mouth to cause a reek. That would not do, could not be done, and his hot breath washed over her folds with a tingling delight as he drank it all down, though even the princess could feel how his muzzle wrinkled at the debasement of it.

It was just the place for him down there, however, and it was better than being marked with urine, the reek of it clawing at his nostrils, the sensation of being coated through to the skin with piss something that he could only appreciate under very specific circumstances. But drinking it was a relaxing of what he was there to do that he could just about get on board with, sealing away his moans as his throat worked a little too noisily, taking down every drop that she had to offer him. Forgetting that she had him there and other needs besides the many orgasms he was there to serve her with, Luna had not used her magic to whip away her urine earlier in the night and the stream went on and on, Arctic’s throat working obediently even as his nostrils puckered at the smell of it. It would not rise to a stench, however, as long as he was careful to gulp it all down, that time managing to not let a drop escape, although there were still lingering stains around his muzzle from Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon. That much could not be helped.

Her marehood called, yet Arctic made little differentiation between her cunny and her tail-star, treating both with the same reverence of alicorn royalty that he had come to hold so near and dear to his heart. He slurped and swapped between the two, slipping into sweet submission, that space that felt as if it was a dream, even if it was his reality. That was where he wanted to be, used in the best of ways, pleasing a mare that could easily dominate him through force if she pleased – and yet he didn’t need to be forced down to the ground. He would willingly serve and force himself through every wickedly humiliating thing after all his training, finding comfort in it even though there were some things too that were beyond what a stallion should have been able to take.

It was where he belonged and he smiled secretively to himself, cock throbbing and throbbing and not to be relieved, as he pleased her, losing track of her orgasms and not even caring for how many he had already given the princess. As long as she was happy with him, taking more, there was nothing that he had any hand in, his fingers curling and tensing into fists, relaxing alternately. His restriction left a dull ache down his spine but sub-space stripped even that sensation from him, drifting and floating, his wings shifting within their binder while her marehood overtook every last one of his senses.

Nothing else existed for him but Luna, some of the plushness of her rear end sinking through the hole (had she made that bigger too?) for his tongue to sweep over adoringly. Arctic murmured against the skin and short hair of her backside, kissing under her tail, the thickness of her drawing him in, marehood beckoning, and yet there was so much to please that a pony like him could be forgiven for not knowing where to start. Her winking marehood pushed out more and more of her juices to drool down his chin, over his muzzle, covering his eyes, but he was in a world of his own, pleasing her, drinking down all that she offered him and taking it gladly too.

Fluttershy, Luna assured him in a break between attendees, would be by to collect him in the morning as she was spending the night in a private wing of the palace. Until then, he was all hers. Arctic was almost disappointed that he would not get to please Celestia too (unless he was very fortunate to have the sun princess sit on his muzzle too when going through her royal duties of the day) but there would be other times, he was sure, when he would be brought back to Canterlot Castle all over again to please every last one of the alicorns that resided there.

With a gentler edge to proceedings than he was used to, Arctic let out a happy sigh, nuzzling into Princess Luna’s pussy with the adoration of a true servant of the crown.

Things were not so bad when he got to do what he was best at.

And that was just what he was there for.

Author's Note

Arctic is taken back to the castle to please Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker as their fetishes come to the forefront of it all...

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