The Only Painless Path

Chapters

The Great Caribou Marekill
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Spirit Crusher
Mare Wars… The Punishment Due
Tunes of Tribulation
Countdown To Submission
Lord of Her World

The Great Caribou Marekill

Luna had never been a morning pony. Or the equivalent for one whose day officially began at dusk. The point was that Luna hated to wake up. Unfortunately for her, the duties of the crown often required her to rise well before an hour that she’d find acceptable and today was one such day. Her sister’s protegé had devised some celebration that, of course, she’d be required to attend as a princess of Equestria. Despite her reluctance to wake, she had to admit that she was at least some bit excited, and nopony could deny that she truly loved her ponies. With that in mind, the Princess of the Night decided it was time to get dressed.

Luna would be arriving late to the celebrations. It was just a fact of her particular lifestyle that she wouldn’t be at the opening ceremony, and it was expected. That, however, didn’t mean she wouldn’t make an entrance worthy of a princess of Equestria. Her mind raced as she recounted her plans to herself, an entrance to dazzle her subjects, to remind all that no matter what festivities took place in the day, she ruled the night.

Finishing her morning routine, and adorned in a most fabulous black and cyan dress, the nocturnal diarch stepped into the hallway of her wing of the palace expecting the usual cacophony of sounds only to find complete silence. While it was true that the festival would demand some absences she didn’t expect complete desertion. She began to wander through the palace searching for any pony, but the desolate halls provided no signs of life. It was only upon reaching the official end to the wing of the palace she used as living quarters did she hear a noise signaling activity. The loud crash coming from what sounded like the main hall was completely unexpected, the Princess of the Night, assuming that the festivities had gotten out of control, proceeded to race towards the noise only to stop once her logical thoughts caught up to her. She began to notice that the lack of noise besides the single loud crash persisted even outside of her wing of the palace. She began to grow concerned; this was not normal and she felt something was deeply wrong. Spending a thousand years in exile had not dulled her senses a bit. Immediately she began to utilize the skills she acquired from the wars of yesteryears. Traversing more carefully now, Luna continued to the throne room, noting every small detail in her surroundings as she got closer. Eventually she did hear noises, but not ones she wanted to.

Sounds of battle rang through the halls, followed by a scream of pain that undoubtedly belonged to the most powerful alicorn in the land. The pure anguish in Celestia’s voice spurred her younger sister to bolt towards her, but her instincts forced her to slow down right outside the western entrance to the throne room. Luna peaked in and immediately wished that the scene before her was a dream, but above all ponies she knew what a dream felt like, and it wasn’t this. Before the throne she had ruled from for a millennium, Celestia was bent over, her head in some wicked contraption that Luna immediately knew the purpose of. Surrounding the alicorn were creatures that Luna had never even heard of. They were built similarly to ponies but stood at least a head taller than most stallions she knew; even the shortest of them had a good dozen centimeters on her. When eyeing their height she didn’t take into account the massive antlers that protruded from their heads and only added to their imposing form. The creature she assumed was the leader by the crown on his head stepped towards her sister with a smirk on his snout. “I told you, cunt, your proper place is on your knees or on my cock, the natural order demands it, why would you be allowed to defeat me with your pitiful display of so-called power?”
Luna began to creep along the shadows of the throne room to get as close as she could before attacking when Celestia replied. “Death to your name, Dainn! Equestria will never bow before a despot like you! Even if you kill me here, my sister will defeat you, my student will defeat you, or my niece will defeat you! Your tyranny will be over before it begins!”

The monster known as Dainn slapped her across the face before countering. “Kill you? Sun Slut why would I kill you? You’re not a casualty in this war, you’re the grand prize.”

The king pulled a lever on the machine holding Celestia down and within a moment a loud crack signaled the most horrific sight Luna had known. That horn that adorned her sister’s head for so many centuries lay at the feet of Dainn, its former owner wearing a look of pure terrified shock that Luna herself had never seen. Somewhere in the back of her mind her thoughts pushed her to act, to spring to her sister’s rescue, but she couldn’t move, she couldn’t force herself to do anything but stare at the awful sight.

“And as for your contingency plans, your sister will be as worthless of an opponent as you, your student even more so, and your niece… well, you’ll see.”

As he finished talking Luna saw something that caused her deep shame. Twilight Sparkle, the youngest of all of them, had mustered the courage to step out of who knows where on the other side of the throne room. The young princess looked as though she had come from a battle, knowing the situation she probably had. The remnants of her once elegant dress clung to her lithe form, dirt and scars littered her body, and her mane resembled that of a mare who had just risen from the dead. But the most notable thing about the purple pony princess was the look of pure hate she wore, her rage-filled eyes illuminated by her horn glowing with awesome power.

“Get away from her.” The short phrase echoed through the silence caused by the finishing of Dainn’s gloating. Not a single one of the creatures said a word, but all turned towards her, many of them smirking.

Seconds later it was Celestia herself who broke the auditory tension. “T-Twilight, you need to run, you can’t b-beat them!”

Twilight’s expression faltered for a bit as her eyes drifted to her old mentor “Princess, I can’t leave you!”

Their short conversation was cut short by Dainn and his troops charging Twilight Sparkle, her eyes finally betraying all the fear held in her mind.

“TWILIGHT RUN!”

With tears in her eyes the young alicorn heeded the words of her teacher, and with a bright flash, she was gone.

The fear in her sister’s voice caused Luna to falter; sure her own power had always been superior to her elder sister’s, at least in regards to combat, but the utter hopelessness she heard caused her to second-guess the situation.

Luna was about to turn to leave, trying in vain to convince herself that it was a tactical retreat and not a cowardly one, when she ran right into a large caribou seemingly waiting for her to notice him. She collapsed onto her butt and attempted to scramble away but was stopped by the brute grabbing her waist with a grip of iron, lifting her up and slamming her back down. The air rushed out of her lungs as she unsuccessfully struggled to regain her footing. The commotion caused the rest of the room’s occupants to turn towards her, including the king himself. His eyes burned into her own like two beams of arcane flame, boring into her very soul, almost physically pinning her down onto the ground. The intensity of those eyes combined with her immense fear held her in place as the king slowly approached her; all other noise was drowned out by his steps. Finally the horror of her situation dawned on her and the night princess’s horn lit up with the intention of following Twilight Sparkle to anywhere but there. The surge of energy to her horn however was cut off by a forceful smack to the back of Luna’s head. Those steps of the king being the last thing she registered as her world became black.

Author's Note

So this is the first thing I've ever actually written. Taking the content into account I obviously don't expect a thunderous applause but if any criticism can be sent my way it would help a lot. Thanks!

For Whom The Bell Tolls

The moonlight shining through the curtains was the only comforting thing the room had to offer for the alicorn confined to it. The cage Luna sat in afforded her barely enough room to stretch in if she lay diagonally and was far too short for her to stand. Because of these restrictions she spent most of her time curled up in a fetal position as she now was - sometimes touching the stub of her horn or the sheaths on her wings just to remember what it was like to have both. Tears fell from her eyes as she silently wept - she would never do it in front of the caribou, especially not her “master” but these moments of isolation, the aforementioned master had been away for what she thought was a week, allowed her to release just an ounce of the pain - but it was never enough.

It had been almost a year since the fall of Canterlot, since she was first captured. She would have probably lost count of the days if not for the occasional spy that breached the castle walls and got word to her of an immune rescue, “Any day now” the uncorrupted stallion would say. Luna was beginning to lose hope. The idea of Twilight Sparkle actually having escaped to lead some guerilla resistance was becoming less and less believable but she carried on. The worst part of her new existence was the horrid days she’d be dragged out for some festival the caribou barbarians had conjured up. The rape she would endure at these events was nothing compared to seeing her sister fucked on Dainn’s cock, screaming for mercy as she was raped with none. The brand on her cutie mark, chains constraining her sun, was heartbreaking and Luna wondered if she would have to endure the same fate.

All these thoughts swirled in her head as they constantly did when she heard noises outside the door. Instantly she ceased her crying; it was time for the mask to come back on. The monster known as Ivangir burst through the door in what appeared to be a fit of rage just as Luna sat up in her cage. She wondered what had happened to make the caribou brute so irate but she didn’t really care and it wasn’t her problem. Seeing Him inconvenienced in any way was the greatest joy she could receive in this joyless time. The clanging of metal filled the room as he tore his armor from his body and finally removed his garments. At that moment whatever had enraged the caribou lord very much became her problem for his hateful gaze landed right on her. She had tried to sit perfectly still to not attract his attention but she always knew it was futile, all resistance she was about to show was futile. Even worse, she knew that her resistance actually worsened her fate; Ivangir never even looked at a mare that he couldn’t enjoy breaking. Even so, as he stormed towards her cage yelling insults at her for no reason other than existing, she knew she would once again attempt to resist.

“Come out here cunt!” boomed his voice as he undid the cage’s lock and ripped it off. Luna of course did the exact opposite and scooted herself as far back as she could go to absolutely no avail as he simply reached in, grabbed her ankle and began to drag her out. She grabbed the bars and tried to kick him but his strength completely outmatched hers. “You stupid, uptight whore! I’ll kill you if you keep this up!”

That, Luna knew, was a bluff. Ivangir was brutal even amongst his kin but Luna knew her value to the caribou, even if Ivangir tried his king would punish him severely for it. Armed with this knowledge the defiant mare gripped the bars of her cage as long as she could before being finally pried away from them and thrown out into the open. She was about to attempt to scramble away when his powerful hand gripped her neck and lifted her into the air causing her to yell in agony. “I don’t understand you stubborn females.” he muttered as his other hand went to his cock. “This is your place, the world now knows it, you know it, so why do you struggle?” His words were punctuated by him aligning his rapidly stiffening cock with her ass, warning Luna of the imminent pain. “You cannot escape and no one is coming for you, especially not after today heh.” Luna had no time to contemplate his words for as soon as he finished speaking she was impaled on his titanic cock-forcing her to scream. Her back was pressed firm against her rapist, causing the sheathes that covered her wings to scrape the sensitive flesh. He held her thighs firm as he bounced her up and down, pistoning in and out of her anus like an upside down jackhammer. He reached so far into her that she was convinced that if he let go she would remain upright without his hands for support. As he was fucking her he leaned his snout close to her ear and whispered to her with mocking faux sympathy coating his voice “You know that if you surrendered this would be a lot better for you.” His right hand grabbed her left breast and started fondling it, kneading the nipple between his fingers “you know you would enjoy this much more if you would only submit.” His hand moved to the folds of her entrance and began thrusting into her in sync with his cock’s assault on her ass. Luna did not even consider his offer, death was a preferable option to the alicorn mare.

Her response echoes her mind’s choice in between her grunts of pain and confused pleasure “Go… to… Tartarus!” She yelled at the being she despised so much.

He laughed at her, his hated, smug laugh, “And you know how much I love that you refuse to see reason!” His thrusts became more violent and bestial, each jerking of his hips threatening to split her in two. He moved with her still impaled on him to pin her against the nearest wall, squishing her face and breasts against it as he used her like an object to get him off. Her struggling all but ceased now, she had nothing to leverage herself off of as she dangled in between the wall and his chest. She yelled obscenities at him to no avail, he kept on violating her hole, a hole that before her first encounter with him had remained untouched only to be claimed by the caribou that now rammed into her. Harder and faster he thrust, his cock causing a slight bulge in her stomach as she was forced to endure the torment. He used her harder than he ever had, taking immense joy in her pain, a pain that seemed to go on for eternity while she wondered when he would finish. He yanked her hair back, pulled her towards him as his constant trusts pushed her away. Then, at the height of this agony, he began to speak again. “You’re beginning to realize it aren’t you? Beginning to realize that there is no escape, no freedom to hope for. Do you want to know what happened today slut? He did not wait for a response she was unable to give seeing as her mouth was currently occupied betraying her mind like the rest of her body, giving in the the dirty pleasure that was being mixed into the pain of being split in half by his dick. “We captured the last alicorn! We tracked her down to deep in that damned forest and we took her and her companions. She’s probably being taught her place just as you are but I doubt she’ll be anywhere close to as fun as you. She didn’t have the will, and as that son of a bitch dragged her away I saw fear, cold fear, in her eyes.” Luna couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take the simultaneous assault on her body, mind, and heart. Her walls collapsed for just a moment, but that was all it took; Luna began to cry. Her sobs were quiet but Ivangir noticed immediately and taunted her, “you’re finally weeping whore? I’m disappointed, I thought you would continue to defy your place!” At this he began thrusting faster than before. His thrusts became erratic, bottoming out inside her gut, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her entire being. Finally he pushed her into the wall with what seemed like all his might and as she screamed to Tartarus he emptied his seed deep inside her. She fell to the ground as soon as he let go of her. Feeling Ivangir’s cum leaking out of her ass she silently swore to herself as she had done so many times that no matter the torture, no matter the violation they inflicted on her, she would never yield to pain.

The last thing Luna saw before blacking out was the door busted open and 4 caribou in full battle armed storming in with weapons drawn.

Spirit Crusher

Luna hadn’t seen Ivangir in at least four days. She was of course happy about this, but the break in routine worried her. She had spent the days since he lost consciousness at the end of his cock in what she assumed was a macabre stable for mares where her peers were kept to await their transfer to a permanent owner. What her purpose there was, Luna did not know. She already had a “master” so being there made no sense to her. Despite the uncertainty, being there had afforded Luna the opportunity to speak with other mares; many of whom were captives from the recent defeat of Twilight Sparkle’s resistance. These mares were utterly devoid of hope; their loss in the Everfree had broken their spirits. Seeing yet another former princess reduced to a sex slave didnt do much to improve their condition but Luna could do nothing about that, she did not choose to be there.

Fortunately some of the mares were more resilient to the caribou’s mental attacks. They told Luna of the outside world before their enslavement and from their patches of stories she sewed together a quilt of truth. She learned of the utter domination of Equestrian society by the caribou, of the obviously magical influence they extruded onto the stallions and the beginnings of their conquests of the bordering lands. The news would horrify her; apparently their excursions had been almost complete successes besides one recent failure so famous that even the mares knew of it, yet not once would she let it weaken her resolve to resist. The fact that her stay there had induced the longest period of time she’d gone without a rape since her capture didn’t dampen her spirits either.

However, on that fourth day she once more heard the worst sound she ever had: the voice of her hated violator, Ivangir. The cursed caribou burst into the hall of the stable with an air of hateful purpose about him. Scanning the large, open room with his piercing gaze left every mare there frozen in fear; the rumors of his cruelty had spread to all corners of society. Finally he spotted Luna and in an instant he began marching towards her. His former slave felt fear threaten to take control before she quickly steeled herself against her emotions. If she was to return to his torment, she would do it with as much dignity as her position could afford. Miraculously, she didn’t need any of that bravado as a caribou guard stepped in front of her rapist before he reached the halfway mark. Ivangir towered even over the other caribou yet the guard stood firm at least long enough for his captain to arrive on the scene.

“Lord Ivangir! I have orders to prevent you from accessing the Moon Slut, please cease your actions and exit the premises!”
Ivangir turned towards the captain and again attempted to intimidate him with his superior stature yet once more the guard held fast.

“You are nothing to me, whelp, and you cannot keep me from my female!”

“Usually I would agree with you my lord, but my orders are directly from his highness.”

“You think I don’t know that? The king isn’t here now though is he? So step out of the way and let me take my cunt!”

“We both know she is no longer yours.”
At this sentence their conversation quickly cut out of Luna’s mind. All she could think of was the fact that it seemed she’d be free of the hell Ivangir had made for her. It mattered not where she would go from here, Ivangir was the worst of the worst and she had survived, she silently thanked the caribou monarch for freeing her from his grasp.

She then immediately mentally kicked herself for even thinking that, and continued to enjoy her new reality.
“... but like I have already said, the orders came directly from-“

“The king isn’t here now, Dainn is-“

“Right here, Ivangir”
At once all heads in the room turned towards the powerful, authoritative voice of the caribou king himself. Dainn walked towards Ivangir with the confidence only a being of his station could hold. Every step carried with it grace and power and although the guards had not lost their composure against Ivangir’s height and build, Dainn looked up to the towering caribou as if he was dirt under his feet.
“And, since apparently my decrees only matter where I am present, that would mean that you are required to leave.”
His voice was calm yet the threatening tone coating his words was intentionally obvious, despite this Ivangir attempted to continue.

“You cannot take a female from me! Never in our history, especially not to a lord member of the council, and especially not to give her to some lowborn whelp who-“

“Completely succeeded where you failed? Saved armies you had led to certain doom? Not only almost single-handedly toppled the Zebrican Empire but also captured the last of the alicorns? Tell me what else has he done, Ivangir?”

For the first time since she had known him, Luna saw Ivangir falter and it warmed her entire being.
“He does not deserve to steal my female.”

“He deserves a reward and that was his choice.”

“But why mine damnit!”

“Because you deserve to be punished, you thick-headed oaf!”

“I did nothing but serve you and our nation!”

“You led hundreds of good caribou to their deaths, you humiliated our race at the hands of nothing more than striped ponies, you almost cost us the war and you did it all because you disobeyed direct orders!”

“Good commanders disobey orders sometimes.”

“You’re obviously not a good commander.”
With that Ivangir and Dainn stared deep into each other’s eyes. The tension between them grew and grew and Luna expected the taller caribou to continue, yet finally he relented, and stormed out of the hall in shame. Unfortunately for Luna her suffering was nowhere near over. The king turned to her and began walking towards her cage. In an instant she was thrown onto the ground and as if Ivangir had never left, the king grabbed her hair and hoisted her into the air, legs dangling off the ground, to bring her head level with him.

“Do not think that his departure is synonymous with your freedom, mare. I doubt your new master will be much more gentle based on his battlefield reputation.”
In hindsight Luna realized that what she did next was the most idiotic thing she could have done but in the moment all she could think about was the symbol of her race’s oppression holding her in the air to taunt her.

So Luna spit at the king's face.

He stared at her, those dark eyes penetrating her very being turning mere moments into an eternity. Despite her action neither of the guards moved, both too shocked to react within that stretch of frozen time. Then in an instant it collapsed as Dainn slammed her into the ground with enough force to knock the wind from her lungs. Scrambling for air and escape, Luna had no time to react to the sharp kick he delivered to her ribs further hindering her ability to breathe. He kicked her again and again and despite the pain she could not scream til she drew a breath - a task which was proving almost impossible for her at the moment. Dainn then knelt down and took her throat in one powerful hand, pinning her to the ground and halting all flow of oxygen to her lungs. Despite her constantly echoing the sentiment that death was a preferable alternative to this life, being held down like she now was awoke a primal fear in her mind. She fought like an animal, desperately trying to remove the king’s hand from her neck yet for all the scratching and clawing his limb did not budge an inch as he spoke in a furious yet controlled tone.
“Insolent cur, your sheer ignorance is outstanding. How you managed to conclude that what you just did would end positively for you I shall never know, but now you receive the punishment due to a wretched whore such as yourself.” Finally letting her go Dainn rose to his feet leaving Luna coughing and sputtering while desperately trying to breathe in any amount of air. “I’m going to Durnir’s workshop, prepare this cunt and then bring her to me immediately” he ordered the guards. They quickly saluted their monarch as he stomped out and then converged upon their prey.

Neither spoke a word as the junior guard draped Luna over his shoulder and trailed his superior into a back room. Luna was unable to resist now being too weak to move her limbs more than a few inches at most. She was powerless to stop the guards as they laid her on a table and stuffed her anus and marehood with plugs that immediately awoke a previously nonexistent heat within the alicorn. The guard captain then inserted a gag into her mouth in the shape of a large cock, reaching down her throat and gagging her while the other attached a leash to her collar. She was unceremoniously shoved off the table as the younger guard tried to force her to crawl behind him yet even if she had wanted to she felt far too weak to move. As a result of her inability to move she spent a majority of the trek to wherever they were taking her being dragged across the ground. Unluckily for her they had to pass over the dirt paths of the palace grounds, brutally exposing her to being dragged over gravel that scraped through her fur and into her skin.

As they approached the sizable “workshop” an ear-piercing scream of pain rang out. The sound of a mare enduring some unimaginable torment stabbed into Luna’s ears instilling within her a sense of fear that she could no longer control. Entering the building greeted the trio with the sight of a large, yet older looking caribou standing over a sobbing earth pony mare locked in some kind of metal holding device. Luna’s eyes then wandered onto the blemish on the mare’s yellow coat: antlers burned into her thigh completely obscuring her cutie mark freshly added by the brand in the caribou’s hand. Even with the penis gag shoved down her throat Luna screamed, her stifled sounds catching the attention of the brand-wielding stag. He turned his face to her and immediately his eyes lit up with excitement.

“Ah, this is the bitch then your highness?”
As if on cue Dainn stepped out from a back room to join the visual torment Luna was receiving.

“There she is Durnir. You two, lock her into one of the slots!”

The command was acted on immediately but Luna found new strength within her and struggled with every part of her body to prevent it from being followed. Kicking and screaming she was once more dragged across the rough floor and hoisted into the metal frame. The strength of the two guards eventually rendered her struggling obsolete. She was locked face down and ass up with the rings piercing her nipples attached to the bottom of the contraption, stretching her breasts and completely exposing her flanks to the devastating touch of the iron. The older caribou, Durnir, walked behind her holding the wretched piece of metal while Dainn knelt in front of her head. The king slowly removed the gag from her mouth before speaking. “Do you want to say anything to your king, cunt? Perhaps an apology for your misbehavior?”

Luna just glared at him, refusing to reward him with an answer.

Dainn just smirked and rose to his feet, turning to a nearby shelf to grab a multi-thonged whip. The sizzle of the branding iron being heated on hot coals added to the feeling of dread caused by the caribou king walking around Luna with said whip.
“You are such an amusing creature. I can see why Ivangir wanted to keep you so badly. He ended his sentence with a sharp crack of the whip against Luna’s back causing her to flinch but left her surprised with its lack of force. He then removed all doubts of his strength with a far more painful strike to the same spot which forced a gasp from Luna’s mouth.

Luna began squirming from the uncomfortable feeling in her nethers as Dainn struck her again on her back, then on her flanks, then again and again all over her body. She finally could no longer take it silently and began to yelp with each strike. More and more lashes were landed on her body, each one filled with more pure fury than the last. Luna’s eyes began to fill with tears just as they seemed to stop and the king’s voice now thundered in her ears.
“Has your mind finally succumbed to its natural state?” Luna’s lack of a response prompted him to continue, “Very well, I don’t much care whether or not you accept your fate, it is your fate nonetheless.” With that he gestured to the old blacksmith who brought the iron up from its resting place over the flame with him to where the alicorn was restrained.

Luna was unable to see the bull as the touch of burning metal met her right flank. The iron was pressed into her flesh as if Durnir meant to ram it through her body. She screamed. She screamed a soul-piercing scream for the first time since she had been captured. All the pain inflicted on her was nothing compared to the overwhelming agony in her flank. Her eyes filled with involuntary tears, all feeling in her body became numb besides that burning torment; it completely took over her mind. After what seemed to her an eternity the iron was removed, leaving her to go limp in her bonds. For a while all that was heard was Luna’s forced, labored breathing, the rest of the world was drowned out of her mind. Then the second iron was applied. Screaming even louder than before, Luna tried with all her might to get away from the now familiar torture but like all her attempts it was without success. When the second brand was removed she just laid there motionless.

Dainn’s voice cut through the silence “Excellent work as always, Durnir but I have one last request.”

“Anything your Highness.”

“I’d like one more brand, just to remind this cunt of why it’s unwise to disrespect her betters. I’m thinking right above her tail?”
Hearing his request set Luna’s mind ablaze. Instantly her thoughts raced, the terrible pain fresh in her mind such an influencing force that eventually her lips and tongue - fatigued from screaming - tried to speak.

“plse…”

No more than a whisper was uttered yet as soon as it was Dainn reacted, “What was that, mare?”

Luna hated herself for every next word that left her mouth, “Mm srry.”

Dainn smiled, this was completely unexpected, yet he reveled in his captive finally showing signs of cracking, yet he could not reward her for this; she had insulted him gravely and she needed to know that her actions brought with them painful consequences.

“Very good. Durnir, get the brand ready.”
Luna began sobbing. She couldn’t take another moment of that horrendous pain. She pleaded to deaf ears; the caribou monarch cared not for her pain. The sizzling of the brand on hot coals ended with its removal from the heat. The grizzled old blacksmith walked over to her, each step a gong heralding her doom. Then the door opened, halting all proceedings.

The voice of a caribou rang out, younger than Dainn and Ivangir but still mature and full of power, “My liege, I apologize, I was told that my new female was here.”
Dainn turned to him, “Alseric! Glad to see you’ve arrived! She is, Durnir was punishing her for a grievous mistake but she is all yours by right.” Luna heard what seemed to be her new master step towards her before continuing.

“Your Highness, I mean no disrespect but I requested that she remain unmarked, it was my foremost request if I recall correctly.”
“It was, but some actions require severe reaction, Durnir?”

The old bull took the final step towards the immobile alicorn when Aleric once again objected, “My King, she is my property. It is not proper that you mark her like this. I mean no disrespect but I feel as though I’ve earned at least this much.”

Luna silently prayed for her apparent rescuer to win this duel of words.

“You’ve earned one of the finest cunts in the kingdom, and should be content with that. But you are correct, Durnir, leave the iron, he may take his prize.”

In a matter of moments Luna felt the bonds on her body begin to loosen. The tears that had been silently falling from her eyes now increased in volume, but they became tears of utter relief. Her muscles were so weak when the bonds were completely removed that she collapsed onto the ground and didn’t protest at all when the younger caribou lifted her into his arms, carrying her like a new bride. A short “Thank you, Your Highness” was uttered before she was carried out of the workshop and towards the palace. The heightened emotion and pain caused the broken and battered Luna to cling to her savior with all the strength she could muster.

Mare Wars… The Punishment Due

Dismay at their destination was rampant in Luna’s mind. While she appreciated the gentle force her carrier used to transport her there, she was appalled that the room of the palace he entered was immediately across from the one occupied by Ivangir. Her thoughts were quickly drawn back to the more important matter of the caribou who was setting her down on what she assumed was his bed. Even without the usual throwing of her body as if she was a doll, the contact with the mattress reignited the agony on Luna’s flanks causing her to wince - but she forced herself to not make noise. The caribou noticed despite her attempt to not show pain. “I’m sorry, that was foolish of me, here.” He then once more lifted her naked body and set her down on her stomach.

Luna was incredibly confused; the night mare didn’t expect what appeared to be concern for her pain from a caribou. Not wanting to somehow set him off, she remained silent. Turning his back to her, the caribou spoke again in an almost friendly tone, “My name is Alseric by the way” he rummaged through some drawers as he spoke.

Assuming that his words were an invitation to reply, Luna did just that with a simple “I am Luna”.

Alseric turned around and walked towards her holding a small glass jar as he spoke “I always liked pony names; they sound so much more gentle. The names of a race that is attempting to establish a society, not an empire.” Luna didn’t know how to respond to that so she remained silent as he opened the jar and began to apply its contents - a white cream - to her flanks. Instantly the pain began to dissipate and she unwillingly let out a long sigh of relief. She turned to Alseric and only then did she catch a real glimpse of the branding on her cutie mark: chains, identical to the ones her sister bore. Not seeming to notice the horror in Luna’s eyes, Alseric continued “Barbarism. This used to be standard practice for brandings, leaving females like this is just unnecessary barbarism.” Luna silently agreed with his judgment. “Now,” Alseric stated, placing a hand higher on her flank close to where Luna did not want his hands to go, “if you want me to remove these plugs I’m going to have to ask you to relax your muscles. I’m not surprised that you’re tense but it feels like cast iron back here.” The young warrior punctuated his sentence with a light laugh that Luna found slightly inappropriate but she attempted to comply, loosening the unintentionally tense muscles in her backside. One by one her benevolent captor removed the causes of her discomfort; their effects leaving her squirming and mewling on the bed.

Despite no longer suffering their touch, Luna was still somehow subject to the effects of the plugs. Alseric, as if he sensed her unvoiced question, answered the prompt, “the effects of the runes will last for a few hours, or until they’re cured naturally.”

The obvious implication was not something Luna preferred. He didn’t push it so she remained silent. She attempted to rise on shaky legs but as soon as what she was doing became apparent Alseric put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down. “You’re not permitted to stand, Luna, I’d advise against outright disobedience.” he warned as he walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Luna stared at him dumbfounded, “why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” he called back.

“You are the first of your kind to treat me with a modem of dignity, yet you still seek to enforce the rule of save law?”

Alseric stepped out of the bathroom to stand in front of the bed, his form looming over her. Dainn was an entire head taller than Celestia was, and Alseric seemed to have a height advantage over the king, though he was nowhere near the giant, Ivangir. Still his eyes bore none of the raw hatred Luna’s former master had gazed upon her with day after day, and the somber authority in his dark brown orbs projected a feeling of comfort. It was with this feeling washing over her did Luna hear his next words, “I am a caribou. We are enlightened to the fact that females: cows, mares, hens, et cetera are below us males. It is the natural order of the world for males to be above you. Because I am a caribou I am also loyal to my king, despite anything I disagree with him on; Dainn is the savior of our people and he has led us in the formation of this new empire. From the north we have come to dominate not only Equestria, but the Imperium Griffonun, Minos and most recently, Zeebabwe - all because of Dainn. If I were to renounce my loyalty to him, what then would I be?” Alseric now moved to sit next to Luna on the bed and attempted to place a hand on her shoulder from which she recoiled. Ignoring her reaction, he continued his speech. “Despite all of this, I am free to do with my property whatever I desire as long as it does not go against the laws of our people. You are my property, you are my pet, but what other pet do I have that I would wish to see harm done to? I do not whip my war hounds, I do not strike my falcon and just as I do none of that to them, I do not wish to cause pain to you.” He placed his hand under Luna’s chin and gently moved her head to face him. “I wish to be fair to you, to be a kind master, but do not forget that I am still your master. I like that name: Luna, but I shall rename you. You are no longer Luna, Princess of Equestria; you are now Luna, property and pet of Alseric.”

Luna stared at him, awestruck, “You are a worse monster than any of them.” she said softly as if she were speaking to herself.

Alseric cocked his head in amused confusion. “How do you figure? Would you rather remain under Ivangir?”

“At least he is honest with his intentions!” She yelled back at him. “You seek to lure me in, lower my guard with your pleasantries, yet you will still think of me as an animal, you will still rape m-“

“No.”

“I have no intention of raping you.”

His admission caught Luna off guard. She curled her knees up to her chest and scooted away from the caribou; she didn’t like the uncertainty of his words. At least with Ivangir she knew his intentions. “But… why else would I be here?”

Alseric smirked but his amused face betrayed none of the condescending pretentiousness often displayed by his peers. “You are here to pleasure me, but I derive no pleasure from your pain. I will not take you until you ask me to.”

Again, Luna stared at him in bewilderment. “You’re insane…” she remarked.

Alseric laughed a long, hearty laugh, “you’re not the first to tell me that and I doubt you’ll be the last, little mare.” He stood up before continuing. “That being said, I need to go out for some amenities; I trust that I don’t need to chain you to anything while I’m gone?”

Luna lowered her head before replying softly, “I have nowhere to go.”

Alseric shrugged, “I guess that’s true. In any case, there’s guards constantly patrolling but I trust you won’t try anything. I’ll be back in a few hours.” With that he stepped out the door, the sound of the lock turning reverberating throughout the now silent room.

Left alone, Luna had no clue what to do. The best she could come up with was to just sit where she was and wait. She was no stranger to isolation - the loneliness she endured locked in cages as a caribou slave was nothing compared to the agonizing isolation she had endured for a milenia as the Nightmare. So the caribou’s pet remained curled up on the bed contemplating her current situation. She didn’t know what to think of her new master. Treating her with kindness had caused more problems for Luna than any previous treatment. Her inherent lack of trust called forward the possibility that it was all a front, that he would come back and use her like an object. The residual effects of the runed plugs caused some part of her brain to want that option but she quickly stomped it out. No matter what he said she was Princess Luna of Equestria; she would not yield.

The sun outside the bedroom had long set by the time Alseric returned carrying with him a small metal safe that rattled with contents and a large doggy bed with large, bold letters reading “Luna” embroidered onto it. He flung the bed with perfect accuracy to land next to his own and set the safe down on a desk. He then stretched, popping multiple joints, and began to remove his armor and clothes. “Whelp,” he sighed “I’m tired half to death and it’s getting late. What do you think about calling it a night?” He punctuated his final statement by gesturing to the doggy bed.

Luna glared at him, “I am not sleeping in a pet bed.”

“But you’re a pet.”

“I am a mare, and beyond that I am a princess of Equestria! I will n-“

“You are a pet, Luna, you are my pet, and you can either accept my gift or sleep on the floor.”

Luna promptly accepted the latter option, swiftly crawling off the bed and curling up on the floor. Alseric looked at her as if questioning her very existence, shook his head, and finished removing the final parts of his outfit. Luna glared at him as he undressed and though not a word was shared between them she was certain he could feel the contempt radiating from her eyes. Witnessing him removing his undergarments brought horror to the mare’s mind, his flaccid cock sprung free to Luna’s alarm, causing her to wonder if every caribou carried a mare-breaker with them under their pants. “You sleep naked?” She questioned.

Alseric turned off the light and began climbing into bed. “You’re naked.” He responded succinctly.

“I am being forced to be naked - by you!”

He shrugged and laid down on his mattress, pulling the blanket over himself. “Then I don’t see what the issue is.”

Luna thought about it for a second and decided that there wasn’t an issue worth arguing about so she let the topic drop. Though she could no longer see him from her spot on the floor, his voice still carried over. “Luna, it is mid-January; if you stay there you’re going to freeze.”

Not one to succumb to simple temperatures, Luna stayed firm, “I’ve suffered worse.” she retorted.

“Suit yourself.” he sighed back. Luna heard a bit of rustling of blankets, and only a few minutes later - snoring.

A couple of hours later the shivering alicorn reached over to the blanket covering the pet bed and, finding the blanket was sewn to the bed, climbed in and let out a content sigh as the fabric’s warmth surrounded her naked body.

Tunes of Tribulation

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long, life has been annoying but I’ll hopefully be back to a semi-regular schedule. Because of the odd timing, this chapter kinda started to meander a bit and I think I just turned it into an exposition dump towards the end. I’ll polish up my writing in subsequent chapters. Cheers!

Tunes of Tribulation

Luna had never been a morning pony; the only being who knew that better than herself was Celestia. Luna knew that her sister knew this, which only made the fact that the alabaster alicorn was currently attempting to shake her away all the more annoying.

“Luna! We’re going to be late!” Celestia nagged at her little sister as she opened the curtains on the bedroom windows allowing rays of sunlight to stream in. Luna groaned and rolled over to block out the light from her eyes forcing Celestia to continue to shake her. Finally the younger alicorn relented and dragged herself out of her bed and over to her wardrobe where she dragged out a glittering black dress. “I can’t believe you were content with being late to your first international summit.” complained the solar diarch.

Still groggy, Luna was quickly getting tired of her sister’s nagging. “You know politics are not my forte. You have Twilight to advise you and Cadence as an extra international voice.”

Celestia walked to Luna and hugged her from behind as she was organizing her ethereal mane. “You know I don’t want you there for political help sister; I could outmaneuver any attendee of that assembly. I want you there because I love you and I love spending time with you.”

Luna smiled. “I love you too, sister.”

“I know you do. Besides, that Saddle-Arabian prince will be there, Saladin was it? Celestia teased.

Luna knew she was blushing but kept her composure through all the practice she had acquired as a princess. “I have no idea what you mean, Tia.”

“Oh yes you do! I saw how you looked at him.”

“Is it wrong for a mare to consider the physique of a stallion?”

Celestia laughed, “Admit it, Lulu, you found him to your liking.”

“He was certainly attractive.” she mused

“And you want to worship his cock.”

Luna’s pleasant train of thought was abruptly halted by the sudden comment. She turned around asking a confused “what?” but when she turned her surroundings suddenly changed. She was now standing in an open field that stretched as far as her eyes could see and was suddenly naked as the day she was born. Under her hooves grew pitchblack grass that smelt of sulfur and not a star shone in the endless void of dark night sky above her. She called out to her sister, “Tia?” but couldn’t see her anywhere.

The voice of Luna’s sister returned from the direction she had just been looking in to where Luna immediately turned to see Celestia bent over on her hands and knees as a male form - the form of a faceless caribou stag whose head was obscured by black smoke - thrusted his cock into her. When she spoke her voice was cracking and popping, as if it was being played off an old worn record and she moaned and squeaked in orgasmic pleasure through every word, “Luna… you want him to take you. You want him to just use you, to, rutt you from behind like an animal because that’s all you are to them, to our masters. We are pets, only meant to exist for them to exert their will onto us. SUBMIT!”

The last command was shouted with the voices of a thousand beings and instantly the two figures before Luna transformed into a thick black smoke that expanded into a gargantuan wall of twisting darkness. Luna stared at the seemingly endless black as faces began to shift in and out yelling unintelligible curses. Finally the words became understandable as the wall began to move towards her, swallowing the very ground Luna stood on. “RUN!” It shouted and she complied. She ran harder than she ever had, as the wall of liquid black gained on her, faces escaping the mass to yell at her.

“YOU CAN RUN ALL DAY!”

“AND RUN ALL NIGHT!”

“YOU CAN’T KEEP YOUR TRUE FEELINGS DEEP INSIDE!”

“WHEN WE CATCH YOU WE’LL COLLAR YOU TO US FOREVER!”

Eventually one voice rose above the others, one hated voice, deep, masculine and commanding. Luna looked back for a second to see the gigantic head of Dainn form from the mist to yell to her soul. “MASTER OF YOU MARES, I’M CRUSHING YOUR DREAMS! I’M PULLING YOUR LEASH AND MAKING YOU SCREAM!” COLLARED BY ME YOU’LL NEVER BE FREE! YOU KNOW MY NAME AND KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!” The other voices returned to accompany Dainn’s booms.

“MASTER! MASTER! MASTER! MASTER!”

“OBEY YOUR MASTER!”

The wall gained speed, catching up to Luna and encompassing her as she ran. Faster and faster she forced her legs to carry her but she couldn’t outrun the living horror that now spoke in all its voices at once. “Nobody loves you, no one will save you, they’re all now against you, you’re alone.” Luna could push herself no longer. Collapsing onto the ground she began to wail as the voices berated her with everything she didn’t want to hear.

The voice of her sister returned, but now it was mocking and hateful, “You are weak; you are nothing compared to the might of your MASTERS!”

Luna felt a collar form around her neck and she was yanked back towards the unseeable void. Summoning every vestige of strength left in her body, Luna pulled herself forward along the ground as the voices continued their barrage.

“Give up!”

“Submit!”

Accept that your freedom will DIE!”

“DIE!”

“BY OUR HANDS!”

“WE CREEP ACROSS THE LAND!”

“ENDING YOUR LIFE’S PLANS!”

Luna was about to give in to their words. She felt her will to go on drain away, but then she felt something call to her, she heard nothing but felt the essence of her name pulling her forward accompanied by a feeling of comforting warmth. She crawled forward towards that warmth, it began calling her name now, a masculine voice that she couldn’t place but felt she knew. “Luna! Luna!” it cried out frantically. Then the darkness grabbed her and dragged her screaming into its shadowy mass.

Luna jolted awake kicking and screaming, the horrors she had experienced sending her mind into a frenzy. She felt two strong arms nestle her body into a warm chest and though she tried to kick and punch out of it they held her close till she began calming herself. She lay there silently sobbing as a large hand caressed her face. “Good girl, you’re ok, you’re ok…”

Upon hearing that final voice from her dream Luna’s senses returned to her like a lightning striking a tree. She pushed away from the body of Alseric and turned to him in a rage. “DON'T touch me!” she shouted.

For his part, the caribou was genuinely confused as he tried to stammer out a reply, “I’m sorry… you looked like you were having a terrible dream, you were screaming and-“

“Shut up!” Luna yelled again, backing away against a wall as she continued to leak tears from her eyes. “Don’t try to comfort me, don’t try to be kind to me! I hate you! This is your fault, all of your kind! You did this to me!” Luna gripped the stub of her broken horn with one hand, “You have no idea what it's like every night to be tormented by something you used to control; you’ve stolen from me what made me who I am and now you attempt to feign kindness? I hate you!”

Luna couldn’t discern the look Alseric wore in reaction. If she didn’t know better the nature of caribou she would have assumed it was sympathetic, but she was convinced that this hated race of conquerors was incapable of such a pure feeling. He just sat next to the pet bed she had spent half of the night in and for a few minutes they just stared at each other as Luna failed to hold back tears. Alseric was the one to finally break the silence, “This happens every night?” he asked.

“Thanks to your kind, every night. Some worse than others, this was one of the worst.” she answered.

“I’m sorry.” was all he said

“No you’re not” she replied, “if you were sorry you’d take this damned collar off me and let me leave.”

“And then what? You’d just be captured again, probably given to some council member. The only silver lining being that Dainn is so tired of Ivangir that he’s the only one excluded from that possibility but I guarantee you it wouldn’t be as pleasant as this.”

“This is anything pleasant. You seem to pride yourself on some kind of disillusioned kindness but to you I’m still a slave and nothing more; you force me to sleep like an animal, I’ve been fed the most disgusting things I wouldn’t give to my worst enemies and I haven’t been permitted to even cover myself.”

“If you had spoken like that to any other caribou what would he have done? We have ways of doing things that are that way because they work, I’ve told you I don’t want to hurt you and even that is stepping on the line of what Dainn will allow me if he knew, yet I still do. I am offering you a chance of living without the constant threat of a whip hanging over your head; why can’t you cooperate with that at least?”

Luna didn’t budge, “I am a princess of Equestria, I’d rather die standing than live kneeling.”

Alseric stood up and began to don his ceremonial armor, a set similar to ones Luna had seen caribou nobles wear. “I know, Luna, that’s why you’re here.”

“What does that mean?”

Alseric, now fully dressed headed towards the door, “I’ll tell you another time. I’m going to be late for a meeting with the council, Dainn will be even less pleased that I’m not bringing you with me.”

Luna called out to him, confused, “Why aren’t you?”

“You woke up screaming a few minutes ago and you haven’t stopped crying. I don’t think it would be a good idea, do you?”

Luna immediately began wiping the tears from her eyes to stop them from flowing. But didn’t respond, just stared at him wondering what went on in his head.

“Yeah I didn’t think so. I don’t know when I’ll be back, don’t try anything stupid.”

Alseric stepped out into the hallway and headed towards the throne room. His head swam with thoughts of his present situation. Blaming Luna for your attitude would be idiotic, he knew that, but he wished she could see reason. He doubted she would, she would most likely rage against caribou domination for as long as she lived, after all, that’s why he chose her, he thought to himself. His thoughts carried him faster than his legs and he reached Dainn’s throne room in no time. Acknowledging his newfound rank, the guards opened the door to allow him inside.

Even with the massive interior of the throne room, Dainn’s presence dominated its space. He sat on his throne surrounded by the rest of the council, projecting an aura of power to all who entered. As Alseric approached the throne the council members all looked upon him with varying levels of appreciation, admiration and general amiability, all except for Ivangir, who’s eyes almost shouted incredible hatred at the younger stag.

Alseric knelt before his king and went through the proper formalities, “Your highness, thank you for the chance to speak with you. What is it that you require of me?”

Dainn answered him. “Alseric, you’ve proven yourself to be one of my greatest generals; it would be almost impossible to repay you.”

“My king, I’ve only done what any true caribou in my position would do for his nation.” Alseric’s pride swelled at being complimented so heavily by his monarch.

“No you haven’t, you’ve gone beyond what so many would dream of. I’ve decided to award you a triumph.”

Alseric’s heart skipped a beat. A triumph… the greatest of honors for a warrior… he couldn’t believe it. Apparently neither could the council members, Ivangir in particular looked as though we were about to burst a blood vessel. Before anything else could be said he spoke. “My lord, if I may speak.” Dainn’s face immediately betrayed a hint of annoyance but as Ivangir was behind him and couldn’t see the emotion displayed on his face, he remained hopeful. Dainn relented and raised his hand to permit Ivangir to speak. “My lord I couldn’t help but notice that despite your explicit request, our young champion has not appeared before us with his prize.”

Dainn looked at Alseric with slightly irate boredom. Rolling his eyes at the obviously desperate accusation, the king of the caribou reluctantly questioned his champion. “Alseric, where is the whore you were given as a prize?”

Alseric was slightly worried, but it was apparent that Dainn didn’t really care about his answer and only inquired to keep up appearances after Ivangir’s questioning. “My King it was my intention to bring her with me, but due to events that transpired during the night she is incredibly distressed. I concluded that it would be detrimental to bring her before Your Excellency in such a state.”

Dainn smiled slightly and shook his head as he sighed. “Completely understandable, black collars tend to react terribly to the fulfillment of their purpose.”

Ivangir’s voice rang out again.

“My Lord, if I may-“

“You may not” was the annoyed reply of the king.

“But Your Highness he never revealed to us the reason for her supposed distress, it is onl-“

“Shut up, Ivangir.” Dainn’s bluntness shocked Ivangir, Alseric and the rest of the council, but when he turned to face the caribou warrior he was so tired of, the rage on his face explained everything. “Ivangir you are tedious. You have enjoyed a position of power on this council due to your status at birth, and for so many years I have considered you a trusted compatriot, yet after one, terrible, disastrous failure you suddenly become the most insecure stag I’ve ever met! Your failure has been punished, and if it were not for you incessantly reminding me of it through your complaints, it would be forgotten. Alseric succeeded miraculously where you failed completely, and his reward is due to him; why do you insist on attempting to conjure up some illogical casus belli with something as mundane as his treatment of a cunt?” Dainn’s tirade left the room silent; not a single caribou dared speak. Indigent rage barely contained, Ivangir rose from his seat and stormed out the throne room. Dainn watched him completely leave before turning once more to Alseric. “I apologize, Ivangir is a proud, jealous stag, but you deserve all you will be given. I’m scheduling the triumph for 3 days from now, till then do what you will, you are responsible for much of the wealth that now flows into the city.”

Alseric looked at his king in shock for seconds before snapping out of his frozen state and responding. “Th-thank you my King, I don’t know how I could ever repay you for such an honor.”

Dainn slapped him on the shoulder and turned him towards the door. “You don’t need to repay me, just continue doing what is best for the Empire.”

Alseric walked out of that room with the pride of a thousand stags flowing through his head.

Luna hated to be alone.
To be fair she also hated being around the caribou, but at least then she had pressing matters to think on. Now that she was alone however, she was cursed with the opportunity to reflect on her situation, and she despised it. Luna’s major flaw was that she was so easily influenced by her emotions, but when they were pushed to the back of her mind she was actually an impressive logical thinker. And now that she was thinking, the most logical truth disgusted her.

Despite the low bar to compare him to, Alseric was the best thing to happen to Luna’s life since the fall of Equestria and he was completely right; if he wasn’t there she’d just be given to another caribou who would have made use of her body a dozen times by now. The strongest part of her subconscious told her that it didn't matter, the weakest part told her to submit to him and embrace that truth, but the logical part concluded that both were wrong and right. Alseric was a boon, but she was still a princess, and princesses had dignity if nothing else. The fact that she was currently without a horn or feathers on her wings, naked, collared and metaphorically chained to a “master’s” bed didn’t help that conclusion.

Luna continued to contemplate every answer to this dilemma for what seemed like hours until the door slammed open to reveal Alseric wearing the dumb grin of a foal to whom Heartswarming came early. His eyes locked onto her and with a joyful shout of “LUNA!” he charged her, picked the startled mare up in a strong bear hug, twirled her around and unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed.

Between Alseric’s whooping and yelling, Luna managed to voice a questioning “What happened to you?”

Turning to her with that stupid grin still plastered onto his face, Alseric revealed his good news. “Luna my dear, His Excellency Dainn, Kaiser der Welt, King of the Caribou, Emperor of Equestria, Imperator of Griffonia, Lord of Dragons, Shahanshah of Purrsia, Sultan of Saddle-Arabia, Great Khaan of Yakyakistan, Vasiliás of Minos, Negus of Zebrica, Grand Merchant of the Reptile Tribes-“

“OK!” Luna interrupted, “I get it.”

“Great! He replied, “I was getting tired of that. Anyway, he has seen fit to my efforts with a triumph!”

Luna’s pupils turned to pinpricks. That word - “triumph” - sent fear throughout her body. She knew it well. An ancient Griffonian tradition, the Triumph was a grand ceremony held for one who expanded the territorial boundaries of the nation. The captured ruler of the enemy nation would be paraded through the streets of the capitol and then executed at the end of the event.

The caribou changed in important detail when they adopted the practice. Memories of being chained on her knees next to her sister as caribou nobles and generals used her as a communal cum dumpster in front of thousands of her oppressors and former subjects shot through Luna’s mind. She gazed up at Alseric’s face as he continued to ramble about his excitement before catching a glimpse of her pained face.

“Are you ok? he asked.

Luna’s mouth moved for a few seconds before sound came out “A triumph… for what?”

“For my conquest of Zebrica and the ending of the rebellion in the Everfree, why?” He responded, now more confused than ever.

“You’re going to rape Twilight Sparkle.” Said Luna calmly, fully aware of the traditions of the triumph.

“What? Oh no, I… yeah no. Dainn has your friend strictly off-limits to everyone, I don’t know why. The subject of the triumph is the former queen of the Zebras.”

Luna’s expression didn’t change. “You’re not making that sound any better.”

“Look, I know that doesn’t sound great on paper, but at least ponies thought they were happy under female rule, the zebra queen was a tyrant-“

“Like Dainn?”

“No, not like Dainn. Dainn is bringing prosperity to the lands under his rule, the zebra queen treated her subjects with pure malevolence, she deserves punishment.”

Luna stared at him in disbelief. “Nopony, or zebra, deserves to be raped.”

Alseric sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. “Luna, this has to happen, it’s the way things must be.” He tried to wrap an arm around the alicorn but she shoved it away and scooted further from him. “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened, but I’m trying to make it as pleasant as possible for you.” He tried to convince her.

Luna whispered a quiet “Why?” under her breath.

“Why what?”

She turned back to him, less aggressive were her eyes that now showed a sorrowful plea “Why do you not do what you all do? Why do you try to show kindness to me? Why do you not do with my body what I know you want to?”

The caribou warrior stared at the wall seemingly lost in thought. “It’s a long story”

“It’s not as though I can go anywhere.” She retorted.

Alseric chuckled “True, true I guess we do have time.”
He looked at her for a long moment before turning back to the wall. “My people were at war with the Imperium Griffonia for as long as anyone can remember. They considered us to be barbarians, tried to subjugate us. We showed them that barbarism has its benefits in every battle we fought. We would raid their towns and cities, either by land or from the decks of our longships, plundering their riches, weapons and most importantly: their females.
Griffon hens were a status symbol. Every stag with a hint of status had to have one, and no matter how superior the griffon weapons and tactics were, we would use every tool in our mind’s arsenal to capture them.
In my youth I would explore the forests of the caribou lands pretending to be a warrior like my father, though I had no idea of the ways to wage war or its horrors, or anything else about it really. All I knew about war was that the stags went to do it, and they gained glory from it. It was on one of these adventures that I finally learned of a consequence of war.
When I was a child I was waving my best stick around in the air pretending to be a great warrior when I caught a fleeting glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look, but it was gone and when calling out returned no results I assumed it was some animal.
I continued my imaginary adventure until I got hungry and brought my lunch out. That’s when she finally made herself known: a young griffon hen, older than I was but not by many years and she seemed to be barely into adulthood. The fact that she was naked didn’t bother me as much as it seemed to affect her, no female I had ever seen had ever been clothed. Her eyes showed pure fear as she approached me but her emaciated appearance betrayed exactly the reason she was here. I’ll never forget the pain and terror in her voice as she asked a child from a race that had enslaved her for food. Thankfully for her, I had no clue about the implications of caribou society. My father had always taught me that we were to protect and care for our females just as they served us because they were incapable of caring for themselves so I offered her some bread. As we ate together her fear slowly abated and she told me of her life.
She gave me her name: Gracilia, and told me about her family in a border town. She told me how she was captured in a raid and managed to escape but only after she was transferred to our lands. She told me many things but the one that stuck with me was the last thing she said. After realizing that I had no idea of the reasons for female submission, she told me she feared being recaptured, what would happen to her, and she feared that any attempt to get back to her home would bring her closer to caribou warriors and that terrible fate.”

Luna interrupted his monologue. “So what did you do to her?”

“To her? Nothing. I told her that no one ever came to this area of the woods, that if she was hungry I could bring her food, and we established a sort of relationship. Every day I’d make the trek to the small shelter we built together with food for both of us and we’d talk for hours about our lives and our people.
This went on for years, and after hearing of the barbarity of my race against griffon females, I began to despise the notion of it. I was a young adult, rebellion was in my blood, she was probably excited to be close with a stag who didn’t see her as just a cock warmer.”

Alseric leaned back till he lay on the bed with only his legs hanging off the edge. Luna did the same and scooted closer to him as he sighed out his next sentences.

“This would have probably all been fine had I not made the mistake of making my opinions known to my father. The idea of a young stag going against male supremacy immediately raised his suspicions and it wasn’t long before he used his experience in combat to follow me to Gracilia’s little hut without me knowing.
We were discussing what we ideally wanted to do with our lives when the flimsy door was kicked down and my father charged in followed by three of his friends. Gracilia panicked as my father grabbed her, I tried to stop them but I couldn’t fight off three hardened warriors. Before long she was collared and the two of us were being dragged through the woods back to the village. Gricilia seemed shocked, poor girl didn’t speak or even move on the entire journey, I didn’t ever stop struggling. At one point my father remarked that in any other situation he’d be proud of the resistance I was putting up.
When we got to the village the two of us were temporarily separated. My father took me on a walk so that everyone could see as he yelled at me for hours, calling me an idiot for treating a female as an equal, but eventually he relented that I was a stag, and a stag needed to be shown his true place in the world. He endeavored to accomplish this by breaking my view of females, and to do that he brought me back to our house and to my room.
There was Gracilia, still naked and now collared and tied to my bed. My father pushed me inside, shut the door, and barred it from the other side. My first instinct was to free my friend. I frantically tried to untie the masterfully constructed knots, ranting to her about desperate delusions of the two of us escaping to live amongst her people. Gracilia was more calm and collected, presumably from having waited there for hours. She told me that I was being foolish, that she was relieved I was the one that had been sent in with her, that even if I did free her she’d just be rerecaptured and given to another caribou, that this had to happen eventually and she was glad it was me. She told me she wanted it.
So I gave it to her.
I didn’t fuck her, I didn’t rape her, we made love. For what felt to us like forever we enjoyed each other and then after that as I removed the rope from her arms we talked about the situation we found ourselves in.
I came out of my room with her on a leash, and as far as my father knew, that was the end of that. Honestly my father was no one, just a faceless warrior in caribou society. The fact that I was allowed to keep such a stunning beauty of a griffon female was astonishing but I didn’t care about the status of it - I just cared about her. In public, in front of my father I was her master and she was my cock-hungry slut, but in private we were more like husband and wife. We spent hours together just talking about everything we could, and of course enjoying the pleasure we could give and take. I loved her.”

Alseric stared up at the ceiling, lost in the echoes of a distant time that came willowing across the sands.

“What happened to her?” Luna asked

It took Alseric to snap out of his thoughts. “Huh? Oh. Honestly, I don’t know. She just… changed. It started small, we’d be talking about how we could change the status quo to something better and Gracilia would start saying that she didn’t want to, that being owned by me was the best thing to ever happen to her. I don’t know what it was, it could have been seeing every other member of her sex being used and raped, maybe it was even how well I treated her, but eventually she started to care only about the next rut. She stopped referring to me as anything but master, she stopped being the griffon I cared about so much.
By the time Dainn rose to power none of her was left. I couldn’t bear to do anything more with that sex-crazed husk. I left her with a friend and that was that, she gets what she wants and the new her doesn’t care about who she gets it from. For a while I kept the delusions of saving females alive in my head but those are the fantasies of a child. If anything my life has shown me that females do need male guidance, male superiority, but it doesn’t have to be cruel. Anyway, I’m no longer deluded; the child has grown, the dream is gone, and after living this life I’ve just become comfortably numb to everything.”

The two of them lay there for a while, the story Alseric had given weighed on Luna’s mind. She decided to rouse him from his sorrowful contemplation with what she thought was the point of his story. “So you’re doing this because you want that feeling again?” she asked.

He took a moment then turned to her. The naked form of the lunar alicorn was much closer than he thought she would be comfortable with. He took this as a sign that she was hopefully warming up to him. “I’m doing this because with my whole heart I believe that the caribou way is the correct way, but you’ll never see that because of who you are. If you won’t bend to our pressure, then I’ll at least offer you a chance to shield yourself from most of the pain. I hate to see females who won’t accept their place and are punished for it, so at least accept this alternate fate so that you don’t suffer for what you are.”

Luna wasn’t convinced. “You’re still just asking me to accept a life of slavery.” She replied

“Only if you see it as one.”

“What I see it as doesn’t change what it is.”

Alseric knew she wouldn’t relent so he ended the dialogue, “Whatever, just consider what I said. It’s getting late and I’m tired.

Luna glanced at the pet bed she’d lain in the night before. “Do I at least get something proper to sleep in?”

Alseric gestured towards the object of Luna’s ire, “You already have a bed.” he succinctly stated.

She stared at him indignantly as he flicked the lights off. “You are the most contradictory being I have ever come across.”

A short “Goodnight my pet.” was all that came from the caribou as he lay down to sleep.

Countdown To Submission

Despite her incessant complaints, Luna had very little to truly complain about over the next couple of days. It was the longest period she had gone without being raped since the fall of Equestria and the worst that happened was occasionally being leashed and forced to crawl behind Alseric as he went about his business. She hated these excursions but she still played the part of the subservient slave, in her mind all she was doing was escaping unnecessary punishment. The thought often crossed her mind that that was exactly what submitting to the caribou was: giving up her free will to escape the pain of the lash. She did her best to ignore these thoughts. Above all she came to desire nothing more than maintaining the situation she was in. Alseric was almost *kind* to her and she cherished the feeling of safety from his kin that her caribou master provided. Although she accepted the arrangement in her mind, Luna still bucked against even Alseric’s commands from time to time. Sleeping in the dog bed that was provided to her was a major point of contention, yet when push came to shove she would always yield to him.

Some part of Luna’s mind even enjoyed yielding to the caribou warrior though she tried to vehemently deny that fact. The major shifting point was at a military meeting that her Alseric had brought her to, as was customary for high-ranking officers and their slaves. Kneeling beside him, Luna watched and listened as they discussed events, rebellions and successes in lands that she had only heard of. Every once in a while one of the officers would lift up their mare to use their holes as they spoke, or would simply shove their faces onto their crotches until the poor mare would start sucking. Alseric did none of this. What he did do was slip a hand onto Luna’s head and begin to slowly stroke her mane, rub her neck, and scratch behind her ears. The alicorn’s initial reaction was one of utter indignation; the caribou was treating her like a dog! Yet as he continued she found that she couldn’t resist his touch, she leaned into it, relishing the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers running over her fur. The gradual shift in her attitude towards the caribou she promised she’d never obey worried her, but she couldn’t find a reason as to why it should, he did nothing bad to her really.

Waking up on that third day was just as unpleasant as ever for Luna, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Alseric who commented on her distressed face as soon as she awoke. “Was last night a bad one?” He asked, referencing the constant nightmares he’d learned she suffered from.

“Mediocre, though that doesn’t say much. Thank you for your concern.”

“I'm sorry you’re going through that, if there’s anything I can do to help…” he offered as he once more donned his signature ceremonial armor.

“If there was a way I knew of to help me, I would have already done it.”

“Figured.” Alseric finished his outfit before pulling Luna’s leash off his nightstand and walking towards her to click it on. “C’mon girl, today’s the big day.”

Reluctantly but with little resistance, the collared mare crawled behind her master as they made their way to the palace’s courtyard where a host of caribou nobles waited for them.

For once the gazes of the dozens of stags weren’t on her. Instead they focused on Alseric, their praises washing over him, congratulating him on the entire day about to be dedicated to his honor.

All except Ivangir

The most savage member of his race never broke his gaze away from Luna. Every time she glanced in his direction his eyes pierced holes into her soul, threatening to pull her back to his grasp. The terrified mare instinctively shifted closer to Alseric as the caribou nobles surrounded the pair to give their congratulations personally.

It was at this time that Luna’s worst fear came to pass. As she was not part of the triumph, the dark alicorn was taken by a pair of caribou guards to await her master’s arrival at the city’s center. The only assurance of her comfort that Luna received was one simple command from Alseric to her handlers that she not be touched - she prayed to whomever would listen that they heeded their superior’s words.

The carriage ride through what was once the seat of alicorn power left Luna feeling disgusted. All around the road they traveled on were ponies and caribou celebrating the event, drinking, dancing, and of course helping themselves to any female they could find. Seeing the city that had once felt so grand, so homely, turned into a metropolitan brothel broke Luna’s heart yet she steeled her nerves, denying her escorts the chance to see her true emotions come to light.

Upon reaching the city’s center, Luna was greeted by the newly elected colossal statue of a nude Dainn holding the battle standard of his new empire: a chained moon and sun. Much to Luna’s disgust, kneeling at Dainn’s feet were larger-than-life statues of herself and her sister worshiping the caribou tyrant’s cock with their hands and mouths. It was under this statue that the high-ranking caribou had gathered on a raised platform, the real Dainn seated in the middle of the group, Celestia, chained and naked like Luna, was made to kneel next to him.

Once they stepped out of the carriage, Luna’s handlers exchanged some words with their king before chaining her to the makeshift throne he sat on, opposite of her sister. Despite the divide, the two of them ducked behind the throne to steal the first precious words they’d spoken in far too long.

“Tia!” Luna whispered with incomparable joy, “oh Celestia I’ve missed you so much!”

The two alicorns embraced each other tightly, savoring the tender moment. “Dear Luna… I’m just glad you haven’t given in to them.”

Luna laughed a bit despite herself, “don’t worry Tia, I can endure any amount of pai-UGHK”

A caribou council member grabbed Luna’s collar, pulling her back by the neck. “Damned whores,” he swore, “I’ll teach you what you get for speaking without permission.” His free hand immediately went to his belt buckle, almost opening his trousers up before suddenly stopping.

Luna followed her would-be rapist’s gaze to Dainn holding up a hand to halt his subject. “You are not to touch her.” He commanded calmly yet sternly. “She has been declared off limits.”

“Oh fuck off!” Shouted the last voice Luna wanted to hear. Stumbling out of the crowd, an almost empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, Ivangir continued his protest. “That damned low-born piece of shit is treating her like a calf! Fuck the cunt, that’s all she’s good for!

“Ivangir,” came Dainn’s reply, “hold your tongue.”

“No!” Ivangir’s drunken state clouded his judgment as he began a tirade directed at his king. “Look at her! She’s calm, unblemished! I bet he hasn’t taken a whip to her once! I bet her isn’t even fucking her!”

“That is none of your bus-“

“Oh yes it is… she BELONGS to ME! You can’t take my mare and give her to some nameless commoner! His father was nobody, his grandfather was nobody, what right does he have to take MY prize!? And then he does nothing with her, nothing!” He turned to Luna now. “Am I correct, cunt? Has he even touched you?” She didn’t respond, mostly from fear

“Are you finished?” Asked his king.

“Fuck you. You’re a damned thief.”

“And you are a fool, a fool who is responsible for the deaths of good caribou, a fool who would have been dead had it not been for the commoner that you are so jealous of. He gets his choice of a prize because he earned it, what have you earned?”

The two caribou stared at each other, the tension in the air contrasting with the joyful attitudes of the festival’s attendees like black on white. Finally it was Ivangir who broke, the larger caribou whirling around and storming out of the crowd, somehow finding another bottle of alcohol on the way out.

Everyone in attendance was shocked, even Luna couldn’t hide the surprise on her face as she stared with open-mouthed awe at the scene that had just transpired. Dainn sighed a deep, sorrowful sigh and retook his seat. “Anyway,” he chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood, “while the moon slut is off limits, this bitch here can and will be punished!” In an instant he lifted Celestia off the ground with one arm, his seated position doing nothing to inhibit his strength. With his free hand the caribou king undid his belt and released his rapidly hardening shaft. To the horror of Luna watching helplessly from the sidelines, Dainn impaled her sister on his cock, bottoming out in her cunt on the first thrust and forcing a scream of pain from the solar sibling’s mouth. Still lodged inside of Celestia, Dainn twisted her around so that she faced him, placed a powerful hand on each side of her waist, and began lifting and smashing her down on his cock like she was a living fleshlight. “You should know by now…” he grunted as he thrusted, “not to act out, especially not fraternizing with another cunt!”

Luna couldn’t stand watching her sister suffer. With a rage that consumed her mind she lunged at the caribou king - only to get effortlessly swatted to the ground by his hand. Without stopping his relentless thrusting, Dainn glared at her. “You’re lucky I respect your master enough to honor his request, whore, but if you try that again just know that my patience is limited. Or have you forgotten what happened the last time you attempted something so stupid?”

Memories of the terrible pain of the branding iron surged through Luna’s head. Lacking another option, she was forced to listen to her sister’s involuntary moans, cries for help and pleas for mercy as she was raped before a gathering crowd. The younger sister refused to face the brutal scene, a single tear breaking through her stoic face as some members of the crowd chanted for her to replace Celestia on Dainn’s cock.

Finally the wretched king finished inside of his living fleshlight and dumped her on the ground without an attempt at being gentle. The crowd cheered at the sight of the former princess leaking the king’s cum from her abused hole. Attempting to comfort the limp body of her sister, Luna crawled over to her before being quickly stopped by the king's voice. Without even turning to face her, he launched into a miniature monologue. “Whore! You wouldn’t even face your sister as I used her, why try now? What gives you the right to console her? I could ignore your master’s request, I am king here, but I have a much better idea: turn away from your sister. If you so much as look for her I’ll toss her to the crowd and I won’t collect her for hours.”

His threat worked. Immediately the lunar sister turned away, staring into the crowd with tears in her eyes.

And that was when the parade came into view.

A convoy of chariots drove into view each one carrying zebra males who had embraced the caribou regime or caribou warriors who had fought in the conquest of zebrica. Each chariot was pulled by a team of naked zebra mares, their muscles straining as they hauled the chariots forward trying to escape the bite of the whips on their backs. At the head of the pack was Alseric, balls deep in the former queen of the zebras who was trapped in a stockade. He waved to the cheering crowds as he rode, encouraging them to join him with any female they could find.

Finally Alseric’s chariot stopped in front of the platform Luna was on, the rest of the convoy following suit. Dainn stood and held a hand up, silencing the crowd completely. The only noises that were heard were the sounds of Alseric pounding his zebra and the moans that flew from her mouth. The caribou warlord increased his ferocity, fucking the striped mare with all his might. He grabbed her tail and pulled on it, slapped her flank till his handprint was branded into her ass, and pulled on her hips to deliver some of the most powerful thrusts that Luna had ever seen. The zebra, for her part, acted exactly how anyone who noticed the red collar she wore would assume. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Cries for Alseric to pound her harder and faster were cut up by moans and screams of pleasure that only grew in volume as she came again and again.

The spectacle held the gaze of everyone in the crowd, none more so than Luna. Despite everything that had transpired her eyes were glued to the zebra and the caribou rutting her. As she stared something started to happen that Luna despised. As she watched her master slam into the zebra pussy, fucking her through chains of orgasms, Luna felt the last thing she wanted to.
Luna felt jealous.

The party that followed back at the palace was just as full of hedonistic debauchery as the rest of caribou culture. Every stag and stallion in attendance engaged in some sort of sexual act with a mare. All except for Dainn, who sat on his throne overlooking the festivities like a researcher studying animals, and Ivangir who sat in a corner downing yet another bottle. The only silver lining was that after a half hour Alseric came to collect her.

“Dainn told me you tried to attack him.” He informed her.

“He was raping my sister.”

The caribou slapped his forehead in frustration. “So you tried to provoke him to do the same to you? What would that have accomplished?”

Luna’s resolve remained firm. “I had to do something.”

“So you did something that accomplished nothing?” Luna you can say anything and act however you want when we’re alone but we have to play the part out here. I thought you understood that. Dainn expects me to punish you and damn if I’m not considering it just for endangering your own place in this system!”

Luna went quiet for a minute before making a request. “I want to go back to the room.”

“Dainn can’t see me leave my own party this early.”

“I hate it here.”

Alseric sighed before signaling for a guard to approach them. “Take this cunt to my room.” He ordered. “She’s off limits. If you touch her I’ll find out!” The guard saluted and turned to escort the mare back to where she slept.

To the guard’s credit, Luna remained unmolested all the way back to the room. She waited alone for hours laying on the bed, engaging in her almost routine contemplation session, the alicorn slave reflected on the day’s events. Her hate for Dainn had reached its peak; she deplored the tyrant with every fiber of her being. The way he had used her sister in front of her, the promise that he would have done the same to her if it were not for Alseric’s wishes… Alseric… if it wasn’t for Alseric her recent days would have been a continuation of the hell that she’d been trapped in since the fall. He had done his best to ensure that she retained a shred of equine dignity, and her treatment today had proven it.

Luna hated to admit it, but thinking about him so much set something stirring in her nethers. Maybe it was his dominating yet gentle attitude, maybe it was that she had gotten used to the constant sex and its prolonged absence had left her wanting, or maybe Dainn’s promise of turning the previously prudish pony into a sex-addicted slut had begun to come true. Luna didn’t care. Her desire for the caribou who held her as his property went beyond lust; she wanted him as another being. The conversations they’d shared for the past few days had been intriguing, his treatment of her would have been charming if not for the aspect of slavery and, most importantly, he made her feel like a mare. No male in all her long life had made her feel feminine and safe as he held her. This was most likely because she had never been so vulnerable, yet it didn’t matter to her. All that Luna was thinking was how much she hated how much she loved the caribou.

It was as these thoughts circulated through her mind that the door flew open with a bang. Expecting to see Alseric returning to his quarters, Luna turned towards the noise only to be greeted with the last caribou she wanted to see instead. Ivangir stared at her with murder in his eyes. The overwhelming scent of alcohol reached across the room and the implied lack of impulse control terrified Luna. He charged the mare, screaming obscene threats as he grabbed at her. Luna scrambled over the bed to try and put something between them but she was a second too slow. The barbarian caught her ankle in his iron grip and yanked her back towards him. Luna kicked and clawed at her assailant with no success as he began to taunt her.

“You stupid… cunt…” he managed to groan out. “You belong to me! Not that upstart rat…” easily pinning her down with one hand, Ivangir used his other to quickly remove his clothes. “I’m gonna remind you of your true master…” Luna was panicking. No matter how hard she tried, none of her protestations or struggles managed to gain her any headway. He flipped her over onto her back, choking her with a powerful grip on her throat as the cock that had tormented her so many times flopped out onto her. “I’ve been waiting for this for days…” he muttered as he lined his marebreaker up with Luna’s unwilling hole.

It was at that moment that the brute was tackled to the ground. Luna scrambled up to see Alseric on top of Ivangir, trying as hard as he could to pin the arms of the larger caribou. “LUNA RUN!” He half pleaded, half commanded but she could not obey his order. She was stunned from the ordeal and left to back up further and further till she slid off the bed and up against the bedroom’s wall. She looked on as Ivangir’s superior strength started to give him the advantage.

Realizing that he couldn’t win in a contest of brute strength, Alseric jumped off of Ivangir they both rose to their hooves. The latter took the first, powerful swing as he shouted at his opponent. “You traitorous piece of shit! I’m gonna fucking kill you, and then take that bitch back to where she belongs!” His strikes missed due to Alseric’s and his own inebriated brain, the alcohol acting as a saving grace for the younger caribou as he dodged and struck back at his attacker. Alseric didn’t attempt to respond, his entire focus was on not getting hit as Ivangir’s assault failed to slow down. Eventually his luck ran out, and one terrible swing connected with his skull sending him sprawling to the ground.

Ivangir capitalized on his success instantly, lunging on top of the dazed caribou and pinning his arms under his powerful legs. Alseric managed to get one arm out but it was quickly subdued by Ivangir’s grip as his free hand went to his belt and drew a wicked-looking jagged dagger of obsidian metal. “Never… cross… a caribou lord…” he grunted out as they struggled before plunging the dagger down. At the last second it was caught by Alseric freeing his other arm and grabbing Ivangir’s wrist, the blade hanging only inches from his throat as the would-be murderer pushed it down slowly.

Luna couldn’t take her eyes off of the brawl as Ivangir, failing to make much progress, raised his dagger hand up again to bring it down faster and harder. As she realized what was about to happen Luna made up her mind. With a cry of “Master!” She ran at the two caribou and jumped onto Ivangir, furiously pounding on his head with all the strength she could muster. Her assault did almost nothing to the caribou and he launched her away with a flick of his arm but the distraction allowed Alseric to grab the dagger and twist Ivangir’s wrist to wrench it from his grasp. Managing to push him off, Alseric turned Ivangir around to get the dagger at his throat before throwing him out of the room’s open door and into the hallway.

From her landing place in the corner of the room Luna could hear the sounds of struggles, the shouts of pony and caribou guards, and the unmistakable buzz and crackle of shock batons being used on flesh. It went on for minutes as Ivangir’s roars echoed throughout the palace, drawing more and more spectators. She crawled over to the door to watch the chaos. The drunken monster was fighting off a dozen guards, Alseric, and another caribou council member whose name was unknown to the mare, and despite the difference in numbers, Ivangir was winning. He had confiscated two shock batons from fallen guards and used them to pummel any who dared approach him.

The ruckus attracted the attention of a particular caribou who intended to stop Ivangir’s rampage immediately. Dainn strode into fray and shouted at the frenzied titan. “Ivangir! You’re drunk! Drop your weapons and submit to the guards! That is an order!”

Ivangir turned to his king and shouted a reply of “YOU!” before charging the despot. This decision proved to be his undoing as within moments of the two reaching striking distance Dainn summoned some hidden strength to grab the taller caribou by the neck and slam him into the ground with a thud that cracked the floor. He rose to his feet as guards rushed the now unconscious Ivangir and walked away shaking his head.

After the commotion ended, Alseric rushed back to the room where he was almost tackled by Luna in a hug that he reciprocated. Neither of them spoke for a while after he closed the door to the noise of the outside world until finally, he broke the silence with an observation that caused Luna to freeze.

“You called me master.”

Lord of Her World

Luna stared up into Alseric’s face. He looked almost as shocked as she felt. She backed away from the caribou, lowering herself onto the bed and turning away from him. “It was an emotional moment. That is all.”

Luna felt the bed rock as Alseric joined her on it. A strong hand cupped her chin and turned her head towards his own. “Why do you fight this still?” Asked the caribou with genuine concern in his voice. “I’ve told you before. The caribou way is the correct way. I’m offering you a chance to forgo the torment that you’ve been forced to endure. Why would you refuse that?”

The fallen princess locked her teal eyes with the dark pupils of the caribou. She got lost in those endless voids as she took in his words. Luna knew why she resisted. She knew that her pride was blocking her from giving in. She knew that no matter how it was phrased, this was slavery. It was rape and forced debauchery. She couldn’t allow that to happen… but a growing part of her wanted to. “I… I don’t want to live a life of slavery.” She explained softly.

“I’ve never known a mare who submitted to be unsatisfied with her life under our rule.” Alseric explained. “The zebra queen, the one in the triumph today, she was like you. Defiant, proud, resistant. But after she she gave in, she begged for my cock. You should have heard the things she said as we rode through the city.”

Luna discerned for a moment before speaking. “…I was jealous of her.” She admitted.

Alseric raised an eyebrow. “You were what?”

Luna took a deep breath as she decided that she didn’t care anymore. She was going to let it all out, there was no point in hiding anything anymore. “I felt jealous of the zebra mare. I was jealous of the pleasure that she was so obviously receiving, but more than that, I was jealous that… that she was getting it from you…” Silence followed her words as Luna breathed in slowly. She noticed that Alseric wore a subtle grin on his face as he looked at her, not speaking a word. “You want me to submit.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“I don’t see any reason why you don’t want to. You just admitted to wanting it.”

“I just, I can’t allow myself… I don’t want Dainn to just be able to do things to me. I don’t want to become one of these broken mares only interested in sex, seeing Dainn as the greatest thing to exist… I can’t imagine what he would do to me if I began to… to ask.”

Alseric put a powerful arm around Luna’s shoulder and pulled her into his chest. His other hand stroked the mare’s back gently as he spoke. “You don’t ever do that, you’re stronger than that. I’ll keep you safe from Dainn, don’t submit to him. Submit to me.”

Luna stewed in his words. She couldn’t deny it anymore; she loved how he held her, loved how he spoke to her. Since she has been captured he was the only one who had shown her kindness, he was the only one who didn’t do those things to her. Beyond that, he had defended her from his kin. Before all of this she would have hated herself for thinking it, but she was a mare, and having a strong male to hold her like this and care for her… to dominate her. “I want to. I want to submit.” She whispered.

Alseric slowly stood up and walked to his desk with the safe on it, shedding his clothes until all he wore was a pair of trousers. Luna locked her eyes on his muscled, bare back - and what all that power could do to her. Alseric finally turned around after fiddling with the safe, holding in his hands a red collar and a pair of red wing sheaths. He stepped over to Luna as she closed her eyes, his hands moving to take off her black collar and sheaths. The alicorn felt cool air on her wings for the first time in far too long. She only opened her eyes when the comfortable softness of the red collar and leash locked around her neck. “We’ll leave the sheaths off for this, but now it’s time for you to prove what you want.” He stepped back and removed the last clothes he wore, exposing his cock to Luna before sitting back down on the bed, motioning for her to get between his legs. “I think you know what to do.”

Luna hadn’t smiled for a long time, but as she watched him, as he spoke to her, she was overcome with happiness and grinned with glee as she got off the bed and onto her knees. “Of course, Master.” She said as she grabbed the base of the obsidian pillar and inhaled the overwhelmingly masculine scent. Both hands gripped the rapidly hardening length and she rubbed it on her face, covering herself in that scent as she took timid, quick licks along it. Some small part of her mind fought desperately to stop this, to remind her of the dignity of royalty, but Luna shut that part up. A wild, primal part of her mind overtook it, rushing up from some buried part of her subconscious as she became more and more overwhelmed by the sensations. It completely took over, driving her forward faster as she began to kiss Alseric’s cock and started to fit his impressive girth into her snout. This was her choice, the voice told her. She hadn’t been forced into this. She was a mare, it was only natural that she submitted to a powerful, dominant male.

“Good girl…” Alseric said as he placed a hand on the back of Luna’s head, guiding her down as she fit inch after inch of his rod down her throat. The alicorn slave really didn’t know why she had resisted for so long; the taste of her master’s cock was divine! She kept her eyes locked on his as the tip of her snout pressed against his crotch and his cock came to rest in her throat. Slowly, the mare pulled back until only the tip of Alseric’s dick was in her mouth, and then she quickly pushed herself back down on his length. Back and forth she bobbed her head, fucking her face on her master’s cock, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she savored every second of this.

The hand on Luna’s head became stiff as Alseric grabbed her. “You’re going too slowly, cunt.” he muttered. The word hit Luna’s ears but coming from Alseric it only encouraged her. That didn’t matter much however, as a second hand joined the first and soon the caribou was shoving Luna’s face onto his cock and using her mouth like a fleshlight. The increased pace was too much for the mare to handle when combined with his caribou size and Luna found herself choking as she was forced to suck. After a good few minutes a rope of cum shot down her throat, followed by another. “Good bitch…” Alseric groaned as he began to pull out, cum splattering into Luna’s mouth and finally onto her face.

“You… you taste so good, master.” Luna said, licking her lips to get as much of that white gift as she could.

Alseric’s cock flopped onto Luna’s face, smearing her fur with cum and saliva as she looked up at him. “You’ve truly accepted your role, cunt.” Alseric said as he rubbed the back of her head. “You’ve made a mess of my shaft, I expect you to clean up after yourself.”

Luna obeyed her master’s command with gusto, running her tongue along his shaft, licking it clean. Before long it was back to its fully erect size, and as Luna gazed at it she knew exactly what she wanted. “Alseric…” she said softly, the pride of her earlier voice now gone. “I want you to do it. I need it… please.”

Alseric smiled, standing up slowly. “Very well. Get on the bed, face down and that sexy ass of yours up in the air.”

Luna did exactly that, scrambling onto the bed and positioning her two chained moons up in the perfect stance to get filled. Alseric also didn’t waste a moment, getting behind his mare and lining up his massive caribou cock with her needy pony pussy. His hand rubbed her flank, fingers running over the chains that were branded there as he pet her. “Are you ready to learn your true place, slut?” He asked her, his cock pressing against her slit.

“Yes!” She replied enthusiastically. “Please master! Fill your mare up with that cock!”

Instantly, Alseric drove his dick into Luna’s pussy, forcing an instant orgasm from her as he hilted within her depths on the first thrust. Shuddering pleasure shot through Luna’s body as she was fucked through her orgasm, the cock that she’d denied wanting running through her like a train. “YES!” She cried in pleasure. “YES! FUCK MEEEEE!!! MAKE ME YOURS! CLAIM
ME!” She’d been used many times since her capture, but this was different. Actually wanting it made the whole experience so much better. In and out she felt his cock thrust, stretching her so perfectly that she was soon brought to her second orgasm, a powerful monster that sent her moaning like a whore. Her clouded mind barely made out the voice of Alseric saying something to her as he thrusted and she tried to get some kind of response out but all that left her mouth was garbled gibberish as she was pounded. The bed creaked from the power of Alseric’s thrusts, the power of her master, the stag that was fucking her into a moaning mess of a mare.

Suddenly, Luna felt a pressure on her neck as she realized that Alseric was pulling her leash back. She started choking, trying desperately to back up and relieve the pain on her throat but she couldn’t do much with that wonderful cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. He pulled her back farther until she was kneeling almost upright on the bed, her back pressed against his chiseled chest as she was still being fucked, her perfect tits flailing wildly as Alseric’s hand gripped her throat, pulling her back so that his mouth rested next to her ear. She could feel his breath against her face as he whispered to her, not stopping his assault on her nethers at all. “Such a good little bitch… a perfect hole for my cock. Keep that mouth running, I wanna hear how much you want this, how thankful you are for it.” With that said he let go of her neck, dropping her onto the bed but then pulling her leash back to get on on all fours as he continued to rut her.

Luna’s vision was getting blurry as she came a third time, but she did her best to comply with Alseric’s wishes. “I… I love y-your cock!” P-Please… don’t e-ever stop… I n-need you and… your dick! Thank y-you… for showing m-me… my place…”

Alseric laughed as he spanked her ass before continuing. In a display of his ultimate physical dominance, he grabbed Luna’s hips and twisted her around with his cock still buried inside of her, causing her to scream in pleasure. He climbed over her, covering her entire body in a mating press as he drilled her pussy like a machine aand stared into her eyes “YyYu-YEEeSSSS!” Luna moaned whorishly. “KNOCK ME UP! BREEE ME!!! PUMP YOUR CARIBOU CALVES INTO MY PATHETIC PONY PUSSY!” She started licking his face in-between moans and locked her legs around his back to keep her inside. It was for show more than anything else, even without the collar and the fact that she was his slave, it was clear who was in charge, who was dominating who. However, Alseric had no complaints with his fucktoy’s request. He started pounding her harder and faster than ever, loving the noises that spilled out of Luna’s mouth as she was brought more pleasure than she thought possible. Finally, he felt himself reaching his limit, and his thrusts became long, strong and slow as he finished. Luna looked up at the walls and ceiling, thinking about how she used to rule from this palace. In this palace where she was a princess, she smiled knowing she was being turned into a broodmare, feeling so naturally right as warm cum flooded her womb and heralded her last orgasm.

After a minute or so, Alseric slowly pulled out and stood back to admire his work. Luna lay limp on the bed. Her legs quivered gently as caribou baby batter overflowed from her pussy. Shuddering breaths escaped her mouth as her glazed eyes tried to comprehend anything around her, that final orgasm having temporarily fried her mind. A low groan came out of her mouth as Alseric sighed contently.

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Some time later, Alseric lay in his bed, spooning his newly red-collared alicorn slave. One, powerful hand slowly groped and grasped her breasts while his other arm served as a pillow for the tired mare. He kissed the back of her head gently. “I know that you loved that part.” He said smugly.

“Mmmm no, I loved it, I’m just pointing out that it seemed so unlike you.” She replied softly.

“I told you,” he began to clarify, “it is natural for a male to be so dominating,” he squeezed the tit he was currently fondling, “just as it is natural for a female to enjoy it. And you cannot tell me you did not enjoy it.”

Luna giggled a bit in response, “I loved it, master.”

“So are you glad you finally submitted?”

Luna thought for a moment before delivering her final answer. “Alseric, I’m glad it was you.”

Author's Note

Hey guys! Sorry for the wait on this. Life has completely gotten in the way of everything so my whole plan for this story has kinda gone out the window. This is probably gonna be the last thing I upload for a while but I do hope you all enjoy!