A Clocktower Encounter

Deep underground, hidden by illusion and shields of the Clocktower Society is our “Hero.” A stallion dedicated to being kind and loving but still leading with a firm hoof. We find him looking in the mirror at his white mask, decorated with a filigree of golden constellations, that is well contrasted against the lower part of his face. The upper part of his mask blends perfectly with his slicked back cloud white mane, which is often mistaken as a white hood.

Turning away from the mirror he gently shifts the peach plumage away from the eye-slits and up towards his mane. The plumage, marked with all five pony color stripes, is accompanied by a teal plume that stays in place better. Gentle Storm, our “hero,” checked to make sure his locker key was safely attached to the mask’s band. Though he was relatively new he had gained a bit of a reputation among the slaves in the upper level slave pens. After only about two dozen encounters he was surprised to have earned any kind of reputation at all. The subs he had played with, all of whom were clearly more experienced than him, had talked about how attentive he was.

Gentle had no idea that he was praised for skills until a fellow white masked dom came to see him. Though he was surprised, Gentle gladly offered tips about how he worked. He firmly believed that a dom ought to ensure that their sub enjoyed the session. By taking the time and care to lather the sub in affection, and learn their sensitive spots, one could well truly please a sub while also pleasing themselves.

The blue stallion shook his head to clear his thoughts, he was here to have fun tonight. Like most weekends, when he was done with the stressful work of coordinating weather for the famers in Fillydelphia, he would unwind with a pony underneath him. Once outside of the Dom’s Locker Room and down the first part of the Grand Staircase, the beauty of The Society came into view. The First Flame sitting high above the endless maze of devotion and debauchery.

Looking down from the staircase his goal was quite clearly visible, the archway to the slave pens. After a short trot Gentle was standing at the precipice of the slave pens; and after savoring the moment he walked past the entrance and into the outer corridors. The outer corridors were a bit dimmer than the rest of the pens, with all the lights faced in towards the cages it afforded a concealed viewing spot for doms. The dim lighting also allowed Doms, and any subs they may have picked up, to slip through the area as unobtrusively as possible. Our “hero” used this darker area to slip through the slave pens, passing many desperate mares pressed against their cages, towards his usual area. Having wandered the slave pens extensively Gentle knew where to look for the kinds of ponies he wanted to have fun with.

Gentle Storm trotted into one of the quieter areas of the slave pens. Where ponies were less vocal and calmer. Once in the rows he was looking for Gentle activated the Eagle Vision feature on his mask. The ponies in the cells began to glow as the spells in the mask began to work. His eyes began to sweep the isles of cages and the preferences of the ponies in each quickly listed themselves. Sweeping along the cages Gentle noted many ponies with some similar tastes to his own, and some that were simply incompatible. Reaching the end of the first aisle he found himself almost taking a step back, as in the last cage on the left side was a mare who glowed with a golden aura.

Dismissing the list of preferences and shutting off the eagle vision he held is distance for a moment to observe the mare. She was a fiery orange pegasus with a lush golden mane and tail. She was not idle like most of the ponies among the isle of cages. She was looking around almost as if she was studying her surroundings, her eyes kept flicking towards the lock of the cage before jumping to the keys hanging on the nearby wall.

This stuck Gentle as odd. If she truly wanted out of the cage she could ring her bell and any number of ponies could help her. No, there was something more to it. As he contemplated the actions of the mare in the cage she flicked her gaze across where he was watching and her eyes widened.

Her words came stuttering as she stepped back a pace, “Y-you’re h-him. The ones the others whisper about.”

Her reaction caught Gentle Storm off guard. She knew of him and somehow feared him, at least he thought so until she stepped forward and spoke again “They say you’re one of the kindest stallions here. Can you please help me? I got caught snooping too deep and they tossed me into here as punishment.”

Stepping forward the blue stallion studied her, from her wondrous mane to her comet cutie mark. “I guess they thought you’d get snagged by a cruel master, huh?”

“Yes Sir.” She replied, “They said that it would serve me right to be left to the mercy of the horny stallions that visit the pens.”

“Lady Luck must be smiling down upon you. To be tossed in here on the night I would be walking these halls, you should count your blessings.” Gentle said as he reached the cage’s door, allowing him to get a whiff of her arousal. “They surely intended for you to be snatched up by a cruel dom or simply used and left in your cage. Now you have a chance to escape that fate.”

“What must I do?” She asked, taking up the neutral stance, her eyes however stayed focused on the dom in front of her.

Gentle Storm chuckled and smiled at her before reaching in and stroking her mane, “Most doms wouldn’t like your tone, but I don’t mind it. I simply like to enjoy the pony I pick, and I have chosen you.”

Gentle pulled his hoof back from her and moved over to the wall, the keys hung next to a rack of leashes free to be used by any dom who needed one. Snagging a leash and the key, the blue stallion spun back towards the cages and went to claim his mare. After retrieving the mare from her cage he lead her back through the slave pens, ducking through the darker halls and weaving his way to the reserved room he had waiting.

Following the blue stallion that was guiding her, the fiery mare entered the reserved room. It was set up in a standard configuration, with the bed against the far wall and the showering area off to the right. To the left the toy cabinet was completely untouched, though still easily accessible.

As her dom closed the door he pulled the reserved sticker off the door, one which bore his cutie mark—a raindrop falling from a cloud as the sun peeked out from behind it—and turned on the occupied light. Turning his attention back to her he guided her up and onto the bed before disconnecting her leash from her gold banded-white collar. He joined her once the leash was hung properly from the wall next to the door.

“Now that we’re out of the pens, I would like to get to know you a bit better before we begin.” He said, stroking her mane again, watching as it put her more at ease with him.

The mare sighed as her dom gently scratched her ears, before she introduced herself. Given her colouration and cutie mark it wasn’t much of a surprise for Gentle to learn that her name was Comet Tail. She worked as an astronomer’s assistant at the large observatory that sat to the west of Manehattan.

“So you’re one of those astronomer types huh?” Gentle mused as he gently rubbed her back making sure to press on some of the erogenous zones as he went. He even gently preened her wings which certainly got a reaction out of her.

Struggling against her gasps and moans from the sensual massage she was getting, Comet found her voice, “Y-yeah. I always loved the stars so studying them and their—oh stars.”

Comet lost her voice as Gentle managed to nudge just the right spots to make her orgasm without even touching her marehood. Gentle, true to his name, smoothed her feathers after her orgasm subsided and let her catch her breath.

“That was amazing,” Comet rassped as her voice returned to her, “you really do have magic hooves.”

This got a hearty laugh out of Gentle Storm. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. I am a member of the Erotic Massage Guild, so it shouldn’t be surprising that I know how to work a pony with my hooves.”

“I would love to see what else you can do with those hooves,” Comet Tail said as she rolled onto her back.

Faster than a flash of lighting Comet found herself at the mercy of Gentle Storm as he unleashed a tickle storm on her belly. His hooves danced in a flurry of strokes and pokes until the mare below him rang her bell three times. His hooves slowed down to gentle stroking to let her catch the breath that she had lost under his assault

“You really are quite the ticklish thing, aren’t you?” Gentle asked, his stroking reached her mane again.

She nodded, still unable to speak. She leaned into his soft stroking as she enjoyed the attention he gave her. He gently kissed her on the forehead as she gave a relaxed sigh. “If that’s how you get to know ponies then I want to see how you treat them once you start.”

“Then let’s begin,” Gentle replied and began rubbing her marehood with his right forehoof. His gentle ministrations elicited soft coos of pleasure that matched his work. Shifting as he worked her outer folds he began his plan of attack.

Gentle withdrew his hoof from her neithers only to replace it with his muzzle. His tongue traced the outside of her folds, licking up her arousal and the remnants of her orgasm. He didn’t stop at that though as his tongue teased her, allowing him to taste her without diving all the way in. His actions aroused a symphony of moans from the fiery mare, as she twitched and shook under his ministrations.

The stallion’s gentle pace tumbled into a storm that danced between deep and shallow licks eliciting cries of pleasure from the blazing beauty. Her inner walls tried to clamp down on his tongue each time it slipped in, but could never quite catch it. The storm of licks rolled up to her winking clit where it flicked and engulfed it with gusto. The golden maned mare’s pleasure rose like a wave and it wasn’t long before it was bearing down on the shores of bliss. Comet let out a wail of pleasure as her orgasm broke like a tsunami on an island, and much like a tsunami a flood of marecum splashed out of her.

Pulling back Gentle Storm enjoyed the taste of marecum, though he was only able to get a portion of the flood that had quickly coated his entire muzzle and part of his neck. Looking down at her as her breathing slowed he couldn’t help but to smile. Getting to taste her was a wonderful treat, but it was only just the start. Still—always—a courteous stallion, he set to work cleaning up the mess he had made. The orange pony hummed as the attentive licks cleaned around her marehood.

Once clean Gentle pulled back and started up the next phase of his plan. He boldly moved so that he was standing over the orange mare, looking down into her eyes. With their eyes longingly locked Gentle Storm leaned down and kissed her. Their tongues dueled until the dominant claimed his rightful place and explored the submissives’ mouth. Without breaking the kiss the blue stallion roosted on top of the fiery mare. They kept up the kissing as their hooves began to gently stroke each other. Soon one of Comet’s hooves found Gentle’s semi-erect stallionhood and began stroking it. This got Gentle’s attention as he moaned into the kiss and instinctively humped her hoof as it moved across his length.

Breaking the kiss he slid down her body until he was in position to take her. After a quick kiss on her neck he began to push his stallionhood into her warm folds. Comet whimpered as her marehood stretched to hold his rod. Her walls squeezed his shaft as he continued deep into her love tunnel. All too soon he was all the way inside her, and they were panting in uinsion.

His first thrusts were soft, sliding his cock in and out of her slick marehood with gentle but practiced ease. Thrust after thrust caused moan after more to float up from Comet’s muzzle. As he worked his shaft in and out of her marehood he steadily—albeit slowly—increased his pace. Before long he was rutting her properly, driving her once more over the edge and into bliss’ sweet embrace.

Thrusting through the wake of her orgasm Gentle felt his own climax rising and switched up the pace. Her moans slowed as his pace fell but they picked back up when his thrusts became stronger. The blue stallion decided to show the mare below him just how strong an earth pony can be. Loud slapping sounds could be heard amongst the moans as their bodies connected at the apex of each thrust.

Try as he might, Gentle Storm could not stave off his climax forever. Feeling it rising past his control he picked up the pace as best he could before all motion stopped as the two both cried out. With his cock buried as deeply as possible Gentle Storm came. Pulse upon pulse of cum flooded into Comet filling her up until she couldn’t take anymore and it began leaking out of her.

Gentle’s orgasm subsided but he was far from done. Pulling out of the mare beneath him, he stood so that he could roll her over. Gentle gripped the mare’s mane in his mouth as he started pushing his stallion hood into her tailhole. The fiery mare moaned as the earth pony above her pressed into her. Gentle’s thrusts started slow just like before, but quickly he built up a fast pace.

Sliding in and out of her ass with ease the blue stallion really took it to the next level by thrusting harder rather than faster. Each slap of flesh was accompanied by a moan or groan from the slave beneath him. Gentle’s thrusts quickly drove Comet over the edge again, making her cry out as her juices splattered out of her again. Thrusting deep he could feel his orgasm approaching again. Pulling out, Gentle Storm moved around to face Comet and started rapidly stroking himself off. The first shots of his spunk went over the mare’s head and landed across her back. Adjusting his aim the next two streaks of cum lanced across her face. The first shot splashed along the top of her muzzle and squarely between her eyes. The next landed across her forehead and into her mane. A third hit blast of jizz shot into her open mouth, hitting the back of her throat making her cough and pull her head back. With her head out of the way the last two bursts of cum splattered across her chest, leaving her quite the mess.

Gentle settled down onto the bed again admiring the mess he made, “Was it everything you were expecting?”

Comet smiled back at Gentle, “It was. The other subs weren’t kidding when they said you were good.”

Gentle smiled at that, “I’m glad I didn’t disappoint,” he said before rolling off the bed and getting some wipes and a mane brush from the cleaning station in the room. He gently wiped down Comet, helping her reach the areas she couldn’t lick clean herself.. He also set about cleaning her folds, using his tongue he worked to coax their mixed juices out of her. His tongue moved up to her clit he licked and teased it until he drove her over the edge and into another orgasm. Her contracting walls helped push even more of their combined cum out of her as he licked as deeply as possible. Once she was as empty as he could get her, he gently wiped her marehood clean. Once he was sure she was as clean as he could get her he used his mask to summon an aftercare robe for her. She gratefully let him assist her with putting it on, and then snuggled up to his chest.

“That was a wonderful session,” Comet said before giving a gentle yawn and then smiling up at Gentle Storm

“I’m glad you thought so.” He replied as he began to brush her mane. “You have a really nice mane.”

Comet gave a relaxed hum and closed her eyes, “And you have magic hooves. You never did tell me your name.”

“It’s Gentle Storm.” The blue stallion said as he finished with her mane and moved to massaging her shoulders.

“It’s nice to meet you Gentle Storm” Comet replied, her sentence broken up by a groan as Gentle managed to work out a tense spot in her back.

“Likewise Comet.” He replied, smiling down at the putty of a mare that he gently massaged.

They stayed like that for a bit, the pair of them unwinding and talking. Trading stories of encounters across the society. However, all good things must come to an end and the period that Gentle had reserved the room for was nearly up. As reluctant as they both were to leave they exchanged contact information, and agreed to keep in touch. Gentle watched her retreating colors as the parted ways and knew that this was the beginning of something wonderful.