Night Light brought his newly acquired chattel with him as he made his way towards the CSID office building. A building he didn’t even know existed, in fact it was doubtful many outside of the palace walls did; there were but rumors of the department’s existence, after all. But located within the rather large campus that made up the forbidden city of the Crystal Palace were several inconspicuous office buildings; one of which was “O.28”: an unassuming building with clear crystal windows in smooth, granite-like crystal frames, just like all the others. But inside this building was the source of the aforementioned rumors, where the stories were born. And if anything about the rumors were true? Nightmares were born inside of those walls.

Night Light opened the rather modern-looking, glass pane door to the interior of the lobby. Far from a dark lair or any of the such, it was fairly homely. A well-kept potted plant sat in the corner between two blue couches, with dark-stained rosewood armrests that stood out against the clean light-blue of the painted walls. Books and magazines were strewn about a similar themed coffee table in front of the couches, looking more like a doctor’s office than a government building. Relaxing smooth jazz played quietly from a speaker behind the front desk, itself again themed with dark rosewood. Night Light couldn’t help but feel his eyes widen as he looked around at the comfortable scenery not seen elsewhere on the palace campus.

Night Light walked up to the front desk, locking eyes with the stallion currently working as the secretary there. The meeting was transient, as the young stallion in the suit and tie seemed to be too focused on something he was typing on a typewriter to make prolonged eye contact. “Hello,” Night Light said, placing one of his hands on the desk gently. “I’m here to meet with the Department Head. He should be expecting me.”

“The Department Head isn’t occupied right now. You can just go ahead and go in. Leave your slave here.” the Secretary would say, pushing the paper on his typewriter back to the right with a mechanical ring.

"Leave him here? Isn't it a bad idea to leave slaves unattended?" Night asked, furrowing his brow slightly.

"I'm here aren't I?" The stallion responded, glaring at him for a second over the top of his typewriter.

"Yes, but-"

"Besides, he's got a name tag. You already know about Imperial Ruling Number 74, or you should if the recruiters were doing their job right. No one is allowed to touch an owned slave without their master's explicit consent. Emperor Sombra himself was very particular about that." The stallion said, getting back to his mechanical clattering. "Honestly, the fact everyone doesn’t know after Blueblood’s execution is kind of shocking. A high-profile noble being executed for trying to have sex with one of Sombra’s slaves isn’t something you’d expect most to forget."

Night Light cringed as he thought back to Blueblood’s beheading. One of the most publicized executions in the history of Equestria, considering he was the last known member of the old ruling dynasty to be “eliminated” one way or the other. Thousands gathered to watch the petty noble have his head removed from his shoulders. A fate that would come to anyone who dared to so much as touch his new property, apparently, albeit it would be less theatrical.

Night Light slowly placed the reins of the collar onto the table in front of him, as he looked towards the colt the leash attached to. His eyes refused to so much as glance in Night Light’s direction, however, as his brow remained furrowed in defiance of his current circumstances. Night Light had to give him credit; the kid had guts. Were he any other stallion, it would have likely cost him his life. Or at least a rather harsh punishment.

The leash found safekeeping in the hand of a nearby guard who was kind enough to step over and pick it up off the table. “Once you enter the offices, follow the wall to the furthest end of the right. You’ll find an elevator. Take it to the very top, where you’ll be in a foyer. The Department Head already knows you’re coming, so you don’t need to knock.” the desk jockey would gesture towards the door to the right of the front counter, without so much as breaking his vision which remained firmly on the typewriter.

The heavy dark wood door into the offices took some force to move, and swung open jarringly when he finally got it to, as it would almost smash into the wall to his right, only being prevented from doing so by the door stop. Row upon row of cubicles now had heads popping overtop of them and out from their sides, each of which stared at Night Light for a long moment before returning to work.

Sufficiently embarrassed by his own entrance, Night Light would do his best to avoid making any more noise or making further eye contact as he speedwalked his way to the aforementioned elevator, before pressing the button to call the automatic lift to the bottom floor.

While he was forced to wait for the elevator, he finally came to realize quite how cold it was in this office. It could nearly compete with the eternal winter that roared outside of the limits of the city. A baffling affair, considering the warm conditions inside the city were only possible with the magical power of the Crystal Heart. What sort of psychopath uses air conditioning to undo that?

Finally, the elevator doors slid open and let Night Light in. Reaching to press the button for the 7th floor, Night Light crossed his arms as he waited to reach his destination, his heart racing. He had no clue what to expect from this August Thorn pony; a complete unknown factor. Could he undo everything that Night Light had worked so hard for? What possibly could be amiss with this pony to get Sombra to find his own minister so troublesome?

Finally stepping out of the elevator and into the foyer on the 7th floor, Night Light was hit with a tidal wave of winter chill, as he struggled to tell if he had just stepped into a freezer or not. It seemed the frigid temperatures just got worse the further up you got, and that the Department Head’s office was the height of it, a literal frozen lair for whatever creature he was about to meet; this “August Thorn” he had heard so little about.

Stepping past the couple of house plants that had to be cryogenically frozen by now and the colorless gray wallpaper to yet another large dark wood door. Learning from the lessons of the ground floor, he opened the door forcefully but not too forcefully. As if mocking him, the door opened like any normal entranceway, as he had to start to pull it back a bit to prevent another loud door slam. The door successfully defeated, Night Light growled under his breath as he stepped into the dark office, with only the barest sliver of light making its way past a set of dark blue curtains that had been drawn tight.

A shivering, white-coated stallion with nothing on but his collar remained kneeling by the window, as if desperately trying to use what little warmth came in from the light to remain warm. Night Light shook his head, having to ignore the stallion, as he could only assume that the chair which sat a solid 8 feet away from the window was for him. He sat himself down in the soft reading chair, padded in real purple silk, and waited.

He didn’t have to wait long, as soon after, a voice called from the darkness. “Open the blinds, slave,” the voice ordered, which the trembling slave behind Night Light would comply with, despite his trembling legs threatening to give out on him.

It took a moment for Night Light’s eyes to adjust to the morning rays that beamed from the now fully uncurtained window directly behind him, as the light finally revealed the office. A rather spacious one, going back behind the darkwood desk in front of him at least 12 feet, as the walls either side of him were roughly half that away from him. The walls were covered all around with a luxurious dark blue wallpaper, with further darkwood trimming where the wallpaper met the ceiling and floor. Banners of the new order which ruled over Equestria were hung proudly in several places in this rectangular office space, as you could seldom look anywhere without seeing one somewhere in your vision. Finely maintained light gray carpeting covered the floor, which muffled Night Light’s chair as he scooted it slightly further away from the desk, which he failed to realize was quite so close to him. Night Light’s eyes finally narrowed to the sight in front of him, as he felt his jaw fall open at what confronted him before his very eyes.

A mare.Not an effeminate stallion, but a mare, with shoulder-length silken indigo locks; a soft, rounded muzzle which just barely betrayed a fang which revealed itself from under her top lip; clean, well-groomed fur just between sky blue and white; and strikingly bright cyan eyes were split by her black, serpent-like sclera. Her elbows rested firmly on the desk as she leaned in, her shoulders squared away as her somewhat neutral expression turned into a slight grin as she watched Night Light close his mouth. This certainly was unexpected, but far from anything that upset his plans too greatly. He couldn’t help but notice, as well, a framed full-body portrait of the mare in front of him that was hung at the same level as the civic banners on the wall behind her. She was in the same black uniform he wore, save greater flourishes of silver and a skirt with stockings and knee-high black leather boots replacing his own simpler dress pants and boots. This is in addition to the green accents being replaced with indigo to match her mane, and a notable addition of a slight shoulder-cape, once again in indigo matching her mane and accents and a silver chain that attached the cape to her uniform.

“My apologies. My eyes are rather sensitive to the light, so I generally prefer to work in the dark,” the batpony mare commented, her head tilting ever so slightly to the left as she watched Night Light grasp at his footing.

“I- Uhm, it’s… no problem. You’re… Miss Thorn?” Night Light gawked. The mere sight of a mare of all creatures this high in Sombra’s government. It left him almost speechless.

“That’s right. August Thorn. And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Night Light,” her voice chimed. She moved her chair back to allow herself access to a small filing cabinet contained inside of her desk. Pulling a manila paper folder out of it and flipping through it to look upon the various documents contained within.“I never thought we’d have such a celebrity like yourself here at the CSID. Father of the Element of Magic, father of the former Captain of the Royal Guard? Father of not one but two of His Majesty’s favorite sluts? The exploits of your children precedes you, Night Light.”

Her compliments had a sickly faux-saccharine tone to them, but her eyes didn’t betray any hint of her intentions. “Can I call you Night?”

“Yes, I suppose that’s fine, Miss Thorn. If you don’t mind me asking, how do you know so much about me already? I only chose to join the CSID today.” Night Light tried his best to keep his eye from twitching. She had him pegged. She knew that much about him, what else could she know? That he was still married? That he had come with a mission? Worst of all however, was how she had referred to his sons…

“Oh, I don’t mind questions. That’s all we really do here at the CSID, ask questions. Which is exactly how I knew who was going to be signing up to join one of the departments today. I do research on every recruiting prospect. Even if it’s just small things, like names, where they’re from, who they’re friends with. It’s important, both for screening for possible mal-actors trying to join the government, and for making new partners in the other departments. Even if you joined a different department, we’d be having a discussion once you got high enough to be notable,” she commented as she inspected her nails on her left hand. “I’m glad you had the fortitude of mind to join my department by the way. Sunburst and Big Mac are always so smug whenever they get a new pet in their departments, so to have a stallion of such… reputation… let’s just say they’ll be green with envy and leave it at that.”

“I see.” Night Light commented. He wasn’t particularly fond of having his personal life prodded by the CSID, but thinking on it, considering the fact that he was sitting there in front of her, she hadn’t found any evidence that jeopardized his success.

“Well, if that’s all the questions you have for the moment? I’m sure you’re eager to see where you’ll be posted.” August stated.

“I can’t think of anything else I need to know right now besides what you’re likely to tell me anyways.”

“Well that’s just wonderful, isn’t it? Well then, come come. Let’s get you into the paper room.” She rose from her desk, side-stepping it and sliding her fine silken chair back into its slot under the desk. Night Light followed suit, before she paused, causing Night Light to also halt as she spoke to the white-coated slave over her shoulder. “I’ll be back soon, Diamond. You’ve been a good boy, so you get a warm break.”

“T-thank you, M-mistress,” the slave’s hoarse throat croaked out past his chattering teeth. Night Light realized from his tone that it wasn’t just the cold making him shiver. “I l-love you.”

The mare would merely smirk at this adoration, before she continued her way to the elevator, which remained there at the top floor throughout their short meeting. Night Light followed close behind her into the elevator as the mare proceeded to press the button for the 4th floor. Night Light crossed his arms to do his best to avoid touching her, and kept his gaze fixed towards the door. As if sensing his tension, she looked up at him with a toothy smirk.

“So then. How’s the wife? Taking your move well?” she asked, making mundane smalltalk sound sinister by her sweet tone.

Night Light instantly froze, his mind blanking. Slight panic filled his brain after she had so thoroughly dropped a bomb square on his head. He needed to think of something, anything, to say. And fast. “I don’t like to talk about her. I prefer stallions anyways. She was always a beard.”

“Oh really? Wow. And you’re still married? It’s remarkably easy to get divorced now, you know. Practically as easy as just saying it.” August said, turning to stare at him with a smirk. “At least if you’re a stallion that is. His Majesty likes his stallions available..”

Night Light would pause for a moment before forcing a surprised look. “Really? That easy?” he asked, having to act as though this was brand new information. Either she knew the truth and was testing him on his ability to lie, or she was just naturally very sarcastic sounding. He deeply hoped for the latter. He would despise having to work under a mare holding that over his head the whole time.

Night Light finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors slid open, and August took a step out of the elevator. “Here we are. Floor number 4, the raw data space. This is where you’re going to be working for the foreseeable future.” She gestured around the room. Night Light’s eyes scanned across the room. He primarily saw about a dozen ponies working away in cubbies, sifting through reports and data sheets, transcribing them onto slips of yellow paper as neat, nicely bulleted notes. Every so often, a crystal at the far end of the room glowed, burning another report onto a piece of paper placed on the desk underneath it like a printer.

His eyes scanned over a wall that had two cork boards on it, which made him raise an eyebrow. One of them was covered in dozens of ponies, some crossed over with large red Xs, some circled, and some with pushpins stabbed into them. There were many of them, but five stood above the rest. His daughter's friends, who seemed to have avoided capture even now. As elaborate webs of yarn connected various leads pinned to the board to each of the respective mares, revealing massive investigations dedicated to each.

The other corkboard was somewhat less impressive, merely covered in the same picture of a griffon over and over again, with the word employee of the month sat on the top. His eyebrow raised even higher. He vaguely recognized that griffon from earlier that day…

Night Light couldn’t help but whistle in amazement at the space in front of him; he couldn’t but assume the rest of the floor was like this. Little pods of bureaucratic work, turning field reports and equipment requests into statistics, as workers ran from one workspace out of the room out the doors into the other rooms on the same floor.

“Your primary task will be taking in reports from field agents. Those little peepers of yours don’t have the clearance to see anything too far up the chain of command,” his new boss said, leading the way further onto the office floor, before she reached an empty desk space. Gesturing towards it, she turned around to smile at Night Light.

“This will be your workspace. Nothing much to see, but you have the freedom to make it home. A picture or something, you know. It’s fun to see what people like to remind themselves of.” She giggled slightly at the concept, before she continued to lead him back to the elevator. “Next stop, floor negative one. That’s where the bunks are. We prefer to have our workers sleep on-site, especially the new ones. Increases production, you know. Don’t worry, you and your little friend will have plenty of privacy.”

Night Light was slightly surprised at that news and slightly miffed at the fact that he paid to rent an apartment here in the capital when he was going to get a room anyways, but he decided showing it would be more trouble than it’d be worth. Once again into the elevator, once again descending; this time even further, beyond level 1, making it to the first of the basement floors.

The doors slid open again, and the jarring sensation of slightly less freezing air struck Night Light across the face. It wasn’t warm by any means, but he didn’t feel like he was going to get frostbite, so as far as his chilled bones were concerned it was a summer campfire. The elevator seemed to open into a sort of common area; a long and broad hallway that branched off into other thinner hallways, which themselves were rowed with doors upon doors, each numbered with a letter followed by three digits. Along the walls were also many paintings and banners, many of which had the flag of Sombra’s regime, meanwhile many had the CSID logo: A snake-like eye, with red iris and lime-green sclera, black diamonds arranged like eyelashes surrounding it, and a dagger wrapped by a purple thorny vine behind the eye.
Miss Thorn seemed to notice him looking at the emblem on the banner.

“You’re one of the few alive to see that symbol, you know.” she added in a chipper tone.
“Nearly no civilians get to see it and live to tell the tale. You should keep it that way.”

Night Light had to stop himself from continuing walking as she did a right-face turn, now facing towards the hallway to her right, gesturing to a golden sign engraved with the room designation: F-451.

“Your room,” the department head stated, placing a key in his hand which had a small plaque attached to it, repeating the room number. “You have a few hours to get cozy. Your shift starts at eighteen-hundred hours. Your little friend should already be inside. Have fun, newbie.”

And with that, she was off. Night Light looked back as he watched her walk back towards the elevator, and listened to the clacking of the heels of her boots against the floor as she left.

Once satisfied she had well and truly left, he made his way into the room that it seemed he’d be calling home for the near future. Stepping inside, Night Light saw a rather spacious room for being essentially just a bedroom with a bookshelf, desk, recliner and of course the bed and night-stand. It had an adjoined bathroom, which was a lovely touch. They were even so kind to have a door on it.

Just like the Department Head said, there in the recliner sat his new ‘property’, rubbing his brown cheek that had turned black and blue since the last time they met. Night Light started to approach him, before he paused. He realized it was more likely than not that there was something in this room to watch him. Some kind of camera, some kind of bug. The smaller stallion sat and watched Night Light as he opened the door to the room, checking back and forth for Thorn’s smug face. When he was sure she was nowhere to be seen, he closed the door back and locked it with a near-silent thunk.

Now that outside was done and dusted, he got to tearing apart his new room, searching for the aforementioned bug, all the while his petite property stared at him like he had five heads. In the bookshelf, under the desk, every inch of the recliner, just about anything that looked like it might possibly be able to house some sort of recording equipment. The brown slave stared at him as he went to and fro through the room, opening every drawer, moving every book on the bookcase, checking in the lamp shades, in the closet, the lights, behind the doors, under the bed, between the covers, even in his clothes and under the recliner.

Finding none, he breathed a slight sigh of relief as he turned back to his captive audience of the brown stallion, reaching to touch the bit-gag and muzzle that kept the colt silent.

"Here you-"

With a jostle of his shoulders and a defiant snort, the colt refused Night Light's advance.

"Hey, look-" Night Light said with a hushed yet urgent tone. "I'm just trying to get the stupid thing off of you."

A look of confusion quickly replaced the anger, before melting into begrudging acceptance.
With a click, Night Light got the gag and muzzle off of the colt, who began to scowl again immediately.

“You realize I’m not suddenly going to like you just cause you’re nice, right? You’re still a slaving bastard, and I’m going to kick your ass the first chance I get.” The colt stated, eyes narrowed and teeth barred.

Night Light couldn’t help but smirk and sigh at his overwhelming naivety. Were Night Light anyone else, the colt would likely have 8 inches inside of him already, simply for speaking out of turn.

“You realize if I was like the others I would’ve already broken your muzzle, right?” Night Light mocked the young stallion’s defiant tone.

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re the nice slaver here to save me.”

“I’m the guy here to kill the slaver.”

That last deadpan statement took much of the fire out of the fierce kid, as his wide eyes stared up at Night Light in disbelief.

“You? What? You're some kind of freedom fighter…?" Suddenly, he perked up. "Did the others survive? Did they send you to save me?"

Night Light shook his head. "I don't know who 'they' are, and nobody sent me. I'm here on my own. I'm here to… get a 'checkmate' so to speak. Sombra has something I want."

The brief light of hope that flickered in the colt's eyes vanished just as quick as it came. "Oh. Oh I see. You're a self-appointed 'assassin' trying to sneak in and pop one while Sombra's not looking, huh?... So while people are dying outside you take your sweet time? You're a fucking coward. A pussy. Why don't you try fighting a real war?"

"Your war ended with you in chains to be given away for free, and I'm still fighting."

It seemed that finally got the boy to shut his trap, honestly better than the gag did. With the snark sufficiently snuffed, Night Light turned his attention to the aforementioned redness on the colt’s face.

“They do this to you?” Night Light asked, getting closer to examine the injury.

“...I tried to slip my collar,” the colt said hesitantly.

Night Light shook his head, "Best to just keep your head down for now. I'll protect you from as much as I can." Night Light said.

The colt nodded. "You're not going to fuck me, right?"

"Not if I can avoid it, but it might be unavoidable sometimes. Trust me, I hate it as much as you do, but if we want to stay alive and with our minds intact we're going to need to do things neither of us want…"

The colt nods in a solemn acceptance.

Night sighed slightly. “If I can bring myself to do a stallion that is… never mind one I technically own…So then. What's your name? Where are you from?"

"My name is Button Mash. I'm originally from Ponyville," the colt said with a sigh. Night Light blinked twice. That’s where his daughter and his friends were from. Could he have known them?

"I'm Night Light. Obviously, if you speak in public you'll have to call me master, but in private just Night Light is fine."

"...What about just Light? Or Night? Or Ni-Li?" Button asked with a slight smirk.

"Don't push your luck, or I’ll have to put the gag back on," Night Light joked back.

Just then, a knock at the door caused them both to jump. In a flash of panic, Night Light quickly snapped the collar back on Button's neck, unbuckled his belt and dropped his fly. A quick ruffle of his and Button’s manes and Night Light had stood up and opened the door.

Standing there was a fairly muscled stallion in a similar uniform to his own, save a soft cap, a CSID armband and a sword glimmering at his hip.

“The Director wants you in her office for your first assignment. She told me to tell you to bring your pet with you, too. You’ve got a minute to finish… whatever you’re doing in there,” the guard said, shrugging his shoulders. “Or go now. I don’t care. I’ve done my job.”

Night Light raised an eyebrow. “I thought my first shift didn’t start until eighteen-hundred hours? Did the Director move the time up?”

The guard shook his head. “This one’s less a shift more an… orientation.” And then he stepped aside and started moving away with a slight nod.

“Alright. We’ll get headed up now.” Night Light said, closing the door while the guard walked away.

“We’re going to have to go up to the Director’s office. Both of us.” Night Light sighed out as he straightened his clothing back to make himself look more presentable. “It’s colder than hell up there. I’ll try to be in and out as quickly as possible, but there’s a chance you’ll just have to stand it.”

Button groaned as he stood back up. “I guess you have to put all this slave shit back on me?”

Night Light shook his head “Not besides what I’ve already done. I shouldn’t need to put the muzzle back on, assuming you don’t do anything stupid.”

Button huffed slightly as he allowed Night Light access to his neck, as he put the leash back on with a click.

“There you go. Now let’s get going. I don’t trust that mare to be patient or forgiving.”

Button raised an eyebrow at the term mare.

So with Night Light taking the literal lead while Button had to awkwardly walk around a busy office naked as the day he was born, they made their way to the elevator and then up to that same office that Night Light was in not two hours ago.

Stepping out of the elevator, Night Light couldn’t help but notice the fact that the air was significantly warmer than it was the last time he was here. In fact, it was somewhat tolerable. Sure, likely pretty nippy for poor nude Button, but far better than the nearly deadly temperatures beforehand. Nonetheless, with how uncomfortable it likely was for the stallion already, he thought it prudent to keep himself from yanking the leash around Button’s neck or making any other such harsh movements.

Night Light continued on his way towards the Department Head’s office, his brown bitchboy in tow, before knocking on the darkwood door.

“Come in!” August’s feminine voice called. Night Light complied, slipping in with Button in tow. Once inside, they saw her sitting there at her desk, leaning over onto the table, doing paperwork. The white stallion was nowhere to be seen. As soon as Night Light was fully in the room, she sat up and placed her hands together, on top of one another.

“Welcome back, Night! I take it the room was to your liking?”

“Yes. It’s more than adequate. Walls are a little thin, but I guess it’s not like anyone is going to mind.”

“Ah, yes. Of course. How could I forget? How are you enjoying that pet of yours? To my understanding it’s your first on record.”

“He’s hard to manage but I’m getting the best I can out of him.” Night Light says, looking to Button with a harsh look, which Button responded to with a shift of his gaze and an attempt to cover himself, both out of shame and also the fact it was still very cold.

August nodded, a fanged smirk coming to her face. “I see. I take it you’ve ‘enjoyed him to his fullest’ then?”

Night Light shook his head. “Unfortunately, ma’am, you called me here before I could get a chance and I dropped everything to get here as soon as possible.”

“Ah. That’s a shame, I had no intention of interrupting such an important moment. Why don’t you go ahead? The business can wait a minute. You two should get properly introduced.” She said with her now-typical cheshire grin.

Button’s eyes instantly shot open as he turned to Night Light. He opened his mouth to say something, but Night Light silenced him as his horn glowed, wrapping his lower face in golden magic and slamming his mouth shut.

“A-are you sure ma’am? I… I wouldn’t want to…” He trailed off. He attempted regaining his composure. “The sight of two stallions messing up your office would be-”

“Oh trust me, I and Diamond dearest have ‘messed up’ this room in just about every way you can imagine. I have a very good cleaning crew.” She interrupted, raising her hand to visibly cut him off. “Besides, it would be against the spirit of the Empire to interrupt what it was founded on; a big stallion railing a twink as hard as he can. If it’s a sight I must bear, I will bear it with dignity… and enthusiasm.”

Night Light’s breath caught in his throat as he slowly and hesitantly turned to look at Button. The smaller stallion stared back at him with fear in his eyes. Still, Night Light knew he couldn’t hesitate, otherwise August would grow suspicious. He knew this would happen eventually regardless.

Night Light quickly closed the gap with Button, yanking on his leash and dragging him over to him. Button tried to pull back, but Night quickly wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. “Of course ma’am. Thank you, I had been meaning to tame this little bitch since I first laid eyes on him.”

She pulled a bottle of what Night Light could only assume is lubricant out from her desk. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt him too much… unless you want to. Just thought I’d give you the option.”

Night Light raised a hand, shaking his head. “I studied some of our lord’s magic, ma’am. I’ll handle this myself.”

Button cringed slightly as he heard the tingle of magic directly on his pucker. He felt a magic of some sort massage itself into his hole, loosening the tight muscles. He tensed up on reflex, his boybox tightening and loosening on its own as Night Light’s magic played with him, leaving him nice and loose. Button felt an even stranger sensation; his virgin derriere began to get… what he could only imagine is what it’s like when a mare gets wet. A thin film of moist lubricant naturally leaving his rear nice and enticing. A whimper of fear and discomfort escaped his throat as he prepared for the worst.

“It’ll hurt less like this…” Night Light whispered.

“Ah, I wouldn’t have guessed you already knew those sorts of spells. You must have trained for quite some time.” August chuckled. “Of course, you are aware of the side effects of that spell, yes?”

Night Light nodded, the slight tinge of regret filling his mind. While this particular spell’s effects weren’t quite as bad as the others he now had in his arsenal, it would be a permanent change to the life of the stallion he held in his grasp. He’d explain this to him later; but for now until the day the stallion died, he’d get this way when sufficiently… stimulated..

And so with the safety of his partner ensured, Night Light had to get to work proving to the sadistic mare that had them both hostage that he was willing to go the distance… perhaps even convincing her he really was gay. Either way, he’d have to do a lot of apologizing to Button…

Night Light grabbed Button by the throat, forcing him into the fine wall behind him. This caused him to yelp in fear and alarm, though that yelp was silenced by a kiss. Night Light had rehearsed his first time with a stallion again and again, so the opener was pretty well-established.
Button’s unwilling lips met Night Light’s, as Night Light placed his large hand on Button’s petite rear, beginning to fondle it.

It was at this point that Night Light finally began to feel a rise in his pants; perhaps he was more gay than he admitted or maybe his body just knew what had to be done. Either way, he had work to do. So with one hand firmly molesting the brown bottom of his captive, the other got to work pulling out the dark cerulean cock that remained suspended behind those dress pants.

Button, finally recovering from the shock of being pushed directly into a wall, began to squirm slightly under Night Light’s grasp, though with his shoulder boring into Button’s, his wriggling was ultimately futile. He wasn’t going anywhere. So he had to just sit there while Night Light began rubbing up on his thigh, essentially a threat of what was about to come.

It was at this point that Night Light decided fucking Button in an upright position was too uncomfortable for everyone involved right now. Face down would be more humiliating, sure, but require far less strain. So with a calculated yet forceful shove, Night Light removed the earthpony from the wall, shoving him towards the silken chair, before forcing Button's head directly into the cushion with his magic.

"Tail up, slut." He said, ripping the tail which reflexively covered his unmentionables upwards; forcing his lewd anus on display.

"W-wait! N-no wait I'm not rea-" the colt screamed through the muffling cushion, before his pleas were cut off by the sensation of Night Light's broad-headed dick deflowering his boybox. Despite the measures to avoid pain, this still elicited a yelp from Button, who began to do his best to hold back tears starting to well up in his eyes.

In the corner of his eye, though, Night Light spotted the Director's hand begin to snake down her body as she gently bit her lip. Her hand ended up between her legs, behind her desk, as she began to stroke herself behind her panties as she watched Night Light violate his pet.

And violate he did; as he grabbed the brown twink by the hips and forced them back towards himself, forcing his cock deeper into him, and forcing a muffled groan out of Button’s chest. Button’s own brown member twitched as the sensation of Night Light rubbing against his p-spot for the first time reverberated through it. Night Light made it about halfway with his first thrust, before going deeper by an inch with every slow, methodical beat. He at least wanted to make Button’s first time more akin to making love than a brutal beating, even if it was cold comfort. Button, meanwhile, was left to just do his best to hug the seat and take it, as he felt the most powerless he ever had. Night Light was far from a soldier, but he was far from weak, also. That power, although restrained, was felt in every thrust.

A pathetic whine escaped from the smaller stallion as Night Light finally bottomed out inside of him, as the wetness coming from Button’s hole increased the sound from Night Light’s sack making contact with his own. Button couldn’t help but tighten up at this point; it might’ve been uncomfortable for both; but because of the spell, it felt more like a massage to the invading member.

After that jolt, Night Light felt Button relax again as he held himself there for a long moment. Pulling back out to half-hilt, Night Light slipped his full length back inside of him, eliciting another twitch and even a yelp as he kicked his legs slightly. Back out, then in again, Night Light began to speed up from his gentleness to more of a proper fucking, as Button slowly spread his legs more and more as reflex to accommodate Night Light’s above average girth.

His eyes half-lidded, Button looked back at Night Light. Their eyes met, as a look of defeat and perhaps even betrayal flickered in them, before tears welled back up into his eyes. Closing his eyes back tight, Night Light instead stared at Button’s back as he kept doing what he had to do. Speeding up his thrusting, he himself began to exert himself more, beginning to grunt with each thrust as he put more of his legs and hips into each motion.

It seemed to last forever like that, as Night Light kept going faster and harder, and Button’s voice raised with every thrust to the point that it was hard to tell it wasn't a mare he was fucking. Not to mention the distinct wetness that was heard from every meaty plap of Night Light's nuts hitting Button's.

All the while, the mare watched, deriving a special pleasure out of raping Button by proxy, as her face became warm and flushed, and her breathing became irregular. "He makes such cute noises when you're hammering away at his little asshole…" she said, allowing the first vulgarity that Night Light had heard slip out of her lips.

But he paid her little mind. With an active imagination, fantasizing the best he could that Button was a mare, Night Light was getting close to giving 'her' his load, as his thrusts became faster and more desperate. He had been staying celibate as a way to help him finish incase of something like this. So needless to say, it was about to get messy…

Raising his snout to the ceiling and gritting his teeth, he gave a few final thrusts, going as deep into his new, first, and hopefully last conquest as he could. That is, before a squeal and tremor from Button signaled the forced orgasm of the bottoming stallion. His abused hole twitched and clenched while his brown cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping out ropes of his own alabaster seed onto the seat. This greater flexing succeeded in milking the load out of Night Light, as, balls deep, he grunted as his nuts clenched and he began to fill his pet twink's gut with his pent-up cum, prolonging the muffled, high-pitch squeal from Button… before he went limp, coming down from his own orgasm and sobbing at what had just been done to him. This allowed Night Light time to catch his own breath, and pull his cock out of Button without much fanfare beyond a wet squelch and the ooze of his goo out of the violated hole.

Remembering where he was finally, Night Light snapped back to reality as he put his penis back into his pants, zipping them and turning to face the director, who seemed to also be catching her breath…

"So… how was it, Night?" She asked, a smug smile on her face as she ignored the pathetic sobbing, going about business as typical.

Night Light stumbled into the darkness of his new bedroom, worn ragged by the eight hours of endless paperwork. It had been a long day, and Night Light was ready to lie on anything soft and pass out. He had mostly forgotten the horrors of earlier that day, being forced to commit unspeakable acts on an innocent young stallion… but as he entered that room, the full weight of that reality came crashing back down on him as he was awoken from his half-asleep stupor by a quiet sobbing from the inside of that nearly pitch-black room.

A deep breath bringing life back into his sleep-deprived mind filled his lungs as he puffed up his chest. He needed to face what he’d done… no matter how unwilling a participant he was. Doing his best to navigate towards the nightstand next to the bed despite the darkness in the room, he flicked on the lamp; enough to let him see, but not enough to disturb the sobbing stallion he was planning on trying to comfort. And, just as might be expected; there he was. Curled up in the fetal position, facing the wall, trembling under the covers. Night Light knew he had to be tactful, or else he’d just make himself more of an enemy than he already was.

So, slipping his boots off, and sitting on the bed with his hooves dangling off the side, he looked over to Button.

“I’m sorry. You know neither of us wanted what happened back there. If– if there was any other way…” Night Light said, doing his best to give the stallion what little cold comfort he had to offer. How long had he left Button here to cry, violated and alone?

“Y-you weren’t the one that got his virginity taken by some blue dickhead.” Button stammered out between his tears. “You raped me… I was… W-we had a deal!”

Night Light sighed and nodded. “We did… and I did my best to keep it without getting both of us killed. And you know it doesn’t make you dirty or worthless or any other thing you might have swimming in your head. And it doesn’t make you any harder to love, either.”

Button sat there, remaining silent as he stared at the wall away from Night Light. He still trembled like a leaf on a tree, but his sobbing seemed to have subsided, replaced merely by audible hyperventilating.

“You ever had anyone you liked, Button? You know, like liked?” Night Light asked. He knew it was prodding, but even outrage might get his mind off of the topic at hand.

Button, in response, silently nodded. “S-sweetie Belle. I knew her since I was a foal, and she was in the… you know. With me.”

“The freedom fighters? Don’t worry, Button. I’m not spying on you. You know enough to get me buried, that’s much more than I know to hurt anyone you care about.”

“What about you?... I hope you don’t mind, but… I noticed you have a ring mark on your hand.”

Night Light smirked at the colt’s perceptiveness, as he grabbed his own hand, twisting the empty spot where a ring remained for years. “Yeah. I had to leave her behind to do this job. You don’t get very far with a wife. I just hope she can forgive me for what I’ve already had to do.” A chill ran up his spine. This was just his first day. “And what I’m going to have to do in the future.”

Button’s breathing seemingly subsided, as he turned over to look at Night Light, “You really think you’re going to be able to beat Sombra all on your own? What makes you any different from anyone else who’s tried?”

“Because he can’t afford to kill me, not yet. He owns my sons… and they, or at least one of them, won’t be a good pet if they know he killed their father.”

“Sons? You… you mean Shining Armor and Spike? T-that means you’re…” Button said, sitting up with wide eyes.

“Twilight Sparkle’s father. Yes.” Button said, his gaze growing distant. “I’m sure your friends in the resistance talk about her a lot, right?”

“She’s kind of the obsession, especially for Ms. Rarity. She still thinks she’s alive. I don’t know about that… Er, wait-'' Button interrupted himself, realizing he was talking to her father. “I mean, she might be. You never know.”

Night Light nodded. “I try to keep my hope up, especially thanks to those statues I saw in the market. Either way, I’m a stallion with little left to lose and the world to gain. If anybody can do it, I think it’ll be me.”

“...I think you might be right.” Button said, returning back to laying down in the bed, laying under the covers. He was freshly washed in the shower in the on-suite bathroom; a perk of the position, getting to shower in private.

Night Light already felt himself starting to pass out sitting up, so he laid himself down atop the covers. Despite how tired he was, he was still mindful of Button’s state; he knew any sort of contact might make him spiral again. Plus he might just be a little bit too lazy to get under the covers… or remove his uniform. But who was keeping track? Button certainly seemed to appreciate it, as the two of them settled in for the night and drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

Me and my co-author are sorry for the long wait, we hope we didn't kill all interest in this story :(

We hope the next few chapters will be out much faster :D

Until next time, the lads are signing off.

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