Reversed Paradise

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Journal Log 19

Things were quiet between Stern and I the next day, other than a few greetings. We just minded our own business. Treron and Res tried to break the ice, but we were just not in the mood. Maybe I was just that we wanted to concentrate on the mission on hoof, though I knew it had to do with what I did the night before. I hate that Stern hasn't said anything about it. If he knows, then just tell me, but this quite, it makes me feel judged.

Worse, I can't get the experience out of my head! What is wrong with me? I know I did it for the right reasons, but it still felt wrong. I hate myself for it. I also hate that it felt good, that I am actually getting off thinking about it.

When all this is over, I know Starn and I will need a long talk, but I don’t know how I will do it, or even if I can.

Anyway, we’re going to check out the place Piper pointed us too, and scout it out first.

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Journal Log 20

So the club was… interesting to say the least. We didn’t go in, as we needed to schedule in advance, but we did get a pamphlet. The place was some sort of fetish club, and they didn’t want random ponies just wandering in and getting overwhelmed by what was inside. There were a lot of photos of ponies in latex, some using riding crops, and others with colors. After paying for a ticket in for the next night, Stern made a joke about bringing me in there on a leash, but I shot that idea down.

Res suggested we at least dress the part, and Treron helped us buy an outfit for Stern and I. Turns out despite how sexually active Treron was, she was not into most fetishes, and had to call another pony for help. The native that showed up seemed to be a lot less friendly than Treron, though we never felt unwelcomed. It was just that he was a lot more commanding then our tour guide.

In the end we got a simple set of studded latex clothing that we were told would let others know we were new to this thing, and together. I was worried about unwanted touching, but our new helper just laughed and told me that “Despite how it looks, all the insults and punishments, it first requires the subs approval before the dom can do anything.”

I didn’t quite understand, but I did get the point that we should be safe as long as we don’t agree to take part in whatever weird shit going on in there.

After receiving a jamming device from Horizons, we were off.

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“Alright, you’re in,” the bouncer told Feather and Stern.

Feather stumbled a little. Between the latex socks and the heels, she was finding it a bit hard to trot properly since it made her hips sway more than normal to even take a proper step. It didn’t help that the one piece like spandex swimsuit grinded into her crotch ever so lightly, but enough that she couldn't ignore it. What added to this humiliation was the collar around Feather’s neck. The jamming device was disguised as a tag. The collar included a leash for Stern.

“Seriously, why always the heels? Also, this outfit, what's this planet's obsession with weird clothes when the locales barely wear any?” Feather complained again.

“I thought Res told you about that, with how you two talk all the time,” Stern grumbled while clearly enjoying his restrictive new clothes as much as Feather, of which Feather found to be proper payback.

It was mainly the cod peace around his junk that seemed to bother Stern. It was slightly too small for him, This was in addition to the colors and small vest made of belts. It was the best Horizons could get on short notice. He looked ready to burst out of them.

“Ya, it also has something to do with early space travel and mirage ponies. They had to always have on space suits. Because of that, they seem to have a bit of a complex about nudity over the generations.” Feather explained as they trotted fully into the club.

The two were hit by a wave of sound. It was quiet outside, so they were not ready for how loud things were inside. The wonders of futuristic soundproofing. The music was mainly electronic mixed with a heavy beat drum pounding that was hard for the two of them to just get used to, but that was by far the easiest thing they had to deal with.

In front of them was an open two floor warehouse filled with creatures of all shapes dressed in a multi-colored array of latex, pleather, and other combinations of costumes. Many were dancing in the center, but others were off to the side while performing acts that looked a bit like torcher, though the ones being hurt seemed to enjoy themselves.

Some were bent over while getting paddled. Another was being used as a seat for a pony drinking wine. Feather saw a few spots that looked more like attractions. Creatures were sitting on a long couch as in a line with the end being either some sort of suspension device, or some full-body cocoon of latex.

Further back they found the bar. It passed that way down to the basement. Unfortunately it was blocked off by what looked like a dragon, but it stood more quadrupedally like most creatures here and had a ball gag in its mouth. Above him, and over the door down to the basement, was a large sign that read “The Dungeon.” Sitting on the dragon was a mirage pony mare in what looked like a latex military jacket and one-piece swimsuit like corset, thigh-high latex socks, and even higher heels than Feather’s own. Odder was the oversized military cap that had a heart and skill as its emblem. A pink armband was also worn which had the same emblem. She held a riding crop in her hoof. She periodically slapped the dragon as she looked upon the two with annoyance.

“Praffe of vu to come schtraight to zee dungeon ven vu don’t haffe zee look of ein broper masder und slaffe. Are vu looking to get hurt, maype vu tvo schould sdart vith paby sdebs,” the mare suggested to the two of them.

Both Feather and Stern looked at each other, cocked an eyebrow, then looked at the mare. “What?” they said in unison.

The mare then slapped the dragon again who clearly blushed at that moment. “I’m saying you noods probably should turn back and try the intermediate bondage up here before jumping in the deep end. I rather not have to coddle another crying pony,” the mare clarified, dropping the accent.

Stern stepped forward. “Can… can we just take a look?”

The mare rolled her eyes and lightly slapped Stern on the nose with the riding crop. “Fuck no, you sad voristick freek. The cretuers down there want pivesy, and we have standards. Now. if you want a turn in the dungeon, maybe we can come to a deal.”

This time Feather stepped up. “Alright. What do you want?”

A smile formed on the mare’s face. She leaned back, making sure she exhibited her hips. “Ah, kood of vu to ask. I am Mistress Hydraulic Percussion Beat, put vu tvo can call me Mistress Beat.” Miss Beat offered her lower hoof out and used her riding crop to point to it.

Feather and Stern shared a glance again, then sighed. “Hello, Mistress Beat,” we said as they both kissed her hoof then they shared their own names.

Miss Beat licked her lips and pointed her riding crop at the bar. “Alright. First, let's get zome drinks, zen I can pe zee chudge of if you’re ready to ko in zee Dungeon.”

The four of them trotted to the bar where Feather was lifted up by the dragon and placed onto the bar table. Miss Beat then hopped up to join her. She stretched her legs out and pulled Feather’s head in between her legs.

Miss Beat yelled out in a near screeching tone “Alright all vu zad limp dicks, ve kot zome new meat zat vants to pe throvn on zee grill, zo for zoze vo vant to choin us in zee Dungeon, Dicks out, und I vill zee how zad vu are combared to mein bet.”

Several stallions and other male creatures gathered around. Some were nervous, others looked quite confident. Stern was just confused.

They all began showing their dicks as they sat back. Feather felt very uncomfortable all the sudden.

“Vu to,” Miss Beat said as she pointed at Stern with her riding crop.

When he released his flaccid member, it was still mostly in his sheath. Feather could see Beat raise an eyebrow and lick her lips.

“Alright, time to get zem all kood in hard little Miss Feazer,” Beat said and slapped Feather on the rear with the riding crop, getting a little gasp out of the small pony. After that, Miss Beat pulled Feather in for a kiss.

Caught off guard, Feather found herself once again being swept away by another ponies' pace Their tongues stroked each other, hungry for more.

Another slap hit Feather’s rear, much harder than before which caused her to let out a moan this time. Letting go, Feather and Beat shared a line of drool between them.

“Oh mein, aren't vu ein cute little bet. I zink I might keep vu all to myzelf,” she said to Feather before looking over at the stallions.

All but one was erect, with another masturbating to Miss Beats disappointment. Feather saw that most of them were about as big as she was as a male, with the exception of Stern and the dragon. Though not as big as Stern, the Dragon had two pink cocks, both with girth. There was another creature that had some size to him, but also with a bestial knot on the base. She didn’t understand why, but Feather could feel heat going to both her head and to her groin.

“Amasing. Your schtallins kot poth length und girth. How does it effen fit in vu?” Beat asked.

“I… I just… do,” Feather answered, feeling embarrassed.

That got a laugh out of Miss Beat, who then waved the other stallions off. “Ko now, vu're all vay too small for me to effen zink apout,” She said before pulling Feather up, having both their legs hanging over the table, butts out. “Vat do vu zink? Mein bet, schould ve giffe zem zee peginners treatment?”

The dragon pony-like creature gave a claw up gesture in approval before picking Feather up and putting her on the ground. She got a full view of it’s two meaty members and had to look away.

Landing next to Feather, Beat chuckled. “Imbreziffe, isn't he? How apout I let vu ko around pefore ve sdart zee real fun? Mein bet has peen zuch ein kood poy lately. Vat do vu zay?”

Feather wasn't sure what to say, but a frustrated Stern did speak up. “Sure! I’m down.”

She didn’t know why, but the fact that Stern said it was okay made it easier to just go with it, not that she knew exactly what it was.

Grabbing Feathers' leash and putting one on Stern, Miss Beat led them to the basement. Here the music was far less intense. Instead of that, it was replaced with the loud cracks of whips and the sound of moaning pleasure. They passed by one room where they saw a pony suspended by just hooks and another pony dripped hot wax on them. Another room had a pony on what looked like a torture device. They looked battered and bruised.

“Are they okay?” Stern let out a slight gasp.

“Of course they are,” Miss Beat said, dropping the accent again. “The dungeon is for performing things that need more controlled environments, and with experienced masters. They can bend you like a pretzel, but they will not break you.” She then gave out a long sigh. “Have a friend that tried some of this shit at home and pulled a muscle, so please do follow instructions.”

The four of them came to a stop at one door where Beat slapped the Dragon with the Riding crop. As a result,he hurried in.

“Right. Before we begin,” Miss Beat began to say, “since you signed the entry forms, whatever happens is considered to have your consent unless you establish a rule before hoof, such as safe words and the like. If you feel unwell, or hurt, we do have several first aid kits. Just look for the cross. Any more questions before continuing?”

Stern raised a hoof. “Is this your actual job?”

Beat laughed. “If only I got paid enough to do this professionally, but no. I’m actually an accountant. Ruby over there is my senior coworker. The S&M stuff is such a huge stress relief and helps pay for our vacation. Is that all?”

Feather looked over at Stern and nodded.

“Actually, I need to use the bathroom. Is there one down here?” Feather asked.

A sigh came from Beat as she unlatched the leach off Feather. “Down the hall and to the left, but be quick, or you will miss your turn. Also, don’t disturb the other creatures.”

The three entered the room. Stern looked a bit nervous as the door slowly closed.

On her own, Feather recalled the instructions left to her by Piper and what she was told by Horizons of what the generator looked like. As she trotted through, the place gave off the feeling of an underground individual storage, being colder and harder than the floor above.

Feather found the room to which Piper and Hushed had used long ago. Luckily for her, the door was unlocked. Peeking inside, the room was rather plain. A simple bed and sheets were in the middle of the room. There was little of anything else. On the bed was what looked like a blindfolded Nguruvilu female in a latex bodysuit. Around her were several other creatures of different shapes, but likely all male.

“Hay! Eough! It’s my turn,” a large woolly creature demanded. He pushed a scaly creature off. The dick of the scaly creature sliding out of the Nguruvilu mouth, revealing that she had a metal ring like gag that gave the males easier access to shove their dick in her mouth.

She then rolled over onto her back before taking the dick. It was large enough that Feather could see it stretch out her throat. Feather could also see that she had two pairs of crotch tits just poking out a little, all for leaking what looked like milk. Each of her nipples were pierced and chained together. She also had a bar cuffed to her back legs that kept them spread appert. It also gave the males easy access to her pussy and ass, of which one was already shoving his dick in.

Feather found herself watching the unintended show for a minute, at first wondering if that was Hush in there. Feather wondered if she would catch this villain right here once the males were done with her. As she watched, she found herself stroking her pussy, having become even more aroused.

Gritting her teeth and biting her lip, Feather regained control of herself. She poked her head in to get a better look of the room itself. On the back wall, she saw it. Several pipes that connected to what looked like the generator that she had been shown. when pulling off the jammer device, a little red light started quickly blinking dimly. From what she was told, it was a sign of higher levels of the planet's natural radiation and a tampered generator. All Feather needed to do now was attach the jammer under the control panel, which she proceeded to do so.

Slipping in, the creatures in the room were too busy fucking to hear her, with their flesh slapping and the females loud moaning providing good cover for her hoofsteps. The room was also dimly lit enough that as long as Feather stayed along the walls. She would be hard to see.

It was all surprisingly easy to do. She even placed the jammer device in a nice hidden spot. Most surprisingly was finding a purse next to the council. While Feather was there, she decided to soop.

Inside was several sex toys, but more important was an ID. It named the Nguruvilu female as “Quieted Stream” as well as a small hoof book. Flipping through it, there were several names and locations listed, but early in the book was the name “Piper Whirlpool”, confirming that the female here had to be Hushed. Her new name was far from creative.

Flipping through the book further, one location was listed just as much as this place, so Feather quickly committed it to memory. After that, she put everything back then snuck back to the door.

Unfortunately there was one of the males sitting on the wall next to the door, drinking a bottle of water. His flaccid dick was out. He looked a lot like a yak, but with curved horns. The two made eye contact. Feather held her breath, but he smiled and waved.

Whispering, the yak-like creature waved Feather over. “You work here right? Can you help fluff me up? I’m going to fall behind in the contest, but that loose bitch has lost its charm for me.” He ended his statement by pointing at his dick.

She thought about it for a moment, and came to the conclusion that the less attention she could draw to herself, the better, and by pretending to work here would provide some cover.

“Alright. Just sit there,” Feather commanded in a whisperer.

Taking the thick dick in her hooves, it was close to Stern’s size, being only a little smaller. She stroked it, but it remained limp no matter how fast and hard she squeezed. She switched to her tongue and mouth. Still nothing. His musk was almost as intoxicating as Piper, and Feather was only finding herself even more aroused.

Now feeling frustrated, she motions for the large hairy creature to lay back. His dick flopped on his belly. She pulls off her one-piece latex suit. Getting on his chest, her wet pussy touching his dick, Feather began sliding on it, now more to get off herself than to help the creature.

After a short moment of this, the wooly creature had become hard. A large smile was on his face. Feather stopped moving her hips, panting loudly.

“Good to go,” she informed him with a whisper. She was still fully aroused, but also holding control over herself. He nodded. Feather got off him and put her one-piece back on, but it now leaked her vaginal fluids.

The male got up with a hard dick and rusehd back to the female, joining in what was likely a fucking contest.

Returning to the room Stern was in, Feather felt a bit ashamed due to touching some creature who was not Stern. Peeking in, her eyes widened as a blindfolded Stern was tied to a bed, his large cock standing tall, with some sort of ring at its base.

Beat sat on the bed, teasing Stern’s cock with the riding crop. Her eyes wandered to the door, making contact with Feather, where Beat then licked her lips.

“Vu haffe peen really pad und it’s time for your bunischment. Rupy, do it,” Beat commanded as she pointed to the dragon Ruby who then put a ball gag into Stern's muzzle and fastened it tightly.

Feather watched as Ruby began giving Stern a blow job. His large and long tongue wrapping around Sterns’s large cock, causing it to twitch. Feather’s heart to beat hard, her face to flush with anger, and… and shame as she did just sat there, watching.

The dragon's tongue stroked Stern’s dick up and down, causing him to moan through his gag, but he never ejaculated. After what was longer than it should be, Ruby let Stern go, his twitching dick now slick with saliva.

“Next for mein treat. Zo zee vu nauty bonies, zee vat vu are mizing out” Miss Beat said as she looked at Feather.

With her exposed pussy, Beat began grinding along the dick, each thrust of her hips she got closer to the tip of Stern’s dick.

As Feather watched, unable to force herself to step in, she began to masturbate.

Beat thrusted one more time and then stood up on her two back hooves, balancing on the large dick. A wicked smile formed on her face before she lowered herself, the dick entering her pussy. Still standing, she rocked her hips as though dancing, causing Stern to give a muffled moan. “Vant to cum? Vant to fill me vith your hot zeed? Nein vu may not undil I zay vu can, vu are mein new bet, und ein kood bet opays,” she teased mockingly.

Lowing herself to the base, Feather could see the dent of Stern’s cock on Beats stomach. Now drooling, Beat arched her back and began to pump herself up and down, all the while maintaining eye contact with Feather who had not stopped masturbating.

With a slam down and a loud moan from Beat, she wiped the drool from her chin. “Almost done. Put far from enough bunischment. Arh ! Rupy, pe ein kood poy und fill us up.”

Feather watched as the dragon climbed onto the bead with his two erect cocks behind both Stern and Beat. He poured lubricant on both then gagged the pony. The dragon pressed both his cocks onto Beat and Stern’s assholes.

Feather’s eyes widened as Ruby then thrust, penetrating the two ponies. As a result, Feather orgasmed at the sight. Finally given the release, Feather’s arousal finally dropped. She found the strength to take a step in. The three before her was still pined in a full fuck session. The slapping of flesh filling Feather’s ears.

“Oh kood of vu to choin,” Beat requested with a smirk as she looked down on Feather. “Zis bunischment is now offer.”

With a slap of her riding crop, Beat struck Stern which caused him to let out a long moan. Beat’s belly swelled ever so slightly. Right after Ruby gave out a loud grunt and stopped thrusting. This caused Beat to bite onto her riding crop as she began to drool again.

The mare sat there, penetrated by Stern, and slowly leaking his seed from her pussy.

Seeing it, the heat in Feather’s face overcame her. The sight of another mare taking her stallion was too much. In a spark of a brief moment, a burst of air shot out from Feather at Beat. She was knocked up and off Stern and flying into Ruby, thus knocking the dragon onto her back.

Feather stood there, slowly coming to a realization of what she just did… then she galloeped away.

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Journal Log 21

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! What did I do? Why did I do it, and how am I supposed to talk to Stern? Why was he with her without me? Am I not his mare? His?!

He is mine. I know that! All mine, but with her… what other mares has he been with? What other sluts did he fuck?

Wait… what did I just write… Ugg! Something is wrong with me. This is not like me at all. I’ve been on this planet for too long. Far too long. I need to finish this and capture Hushed as soon as possible.

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