The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

When Nora came to, she didn't know where she was. She was still underground, but not in the central hub she had known - this place was loftier still. The stone looked chiseled; shaped, in places. The cave floor was flat and even, and grand stalagtites drooped from the ceiling. Gone was the abundance of passageways - there appeared to be only one way out. When she remembered the situation that landed her here, that didn't sit well.

The second thing she took note of was that she seemed to be sat down in a chair, albeit one made of stone. It was hardly the most comfortable thing, but after her exhausting and rather shameful display back there, she needed the rest. Had she been placed here?

"She's awake!" squealed a little tan hound with yellow eyes and raised ears. He looked familiar. Which one was he? Fido? No... Spot. That was it.

She looked down to see Spot and the big gray one - that was Fido, she now remembered - looking up at her. They stood on a stone platform slightly lower than her current position. Her fight or flight insticts took hold as she raised her arms, bracing for an attack that never came. Instead, they just watched her.

She was half naked, the scraps of her tattered clothes clinging, fastened under sweat and doggy slobber. Her top was mostly gone, much of the reamining fabric fastened around her shoulders and upper arms, above her exposed breasts, while her pants barely held on in scraps around her lower legs, affixed to her by nothing but her own bodily glue. She was missing one shoe and sock, on the same foot. The creeps must have brought her here, but there was no sign of their leader.

She was dazed by something being thrust into her face. Expecting the drooling face of a diamond dog, she leaned away, before her blurry eyes adjusted, deciphering the object. It was a cup of water. Well, more of a stone bowl, really.

"Drink!" said Spot.

She took it gingerly in both hands, eyeing it up. She was not about to trust a drink from these goons.

"Drink, please!" echoed his partner. His voice seemed weirdly earnest. "Chief said to take good care of you. So drink!"

They tended to end their sentences on an upward inflection, their goblin-like vocal tones seeming like they would belong more to a rat creature than a dog. Not that she had given it any thought, prior to this, but Nora would have expected a gruffer, lower barking from hounds like these. It definitely added to their unsettling aura.

She swirled the water around in the bowl, considering it. It looked normal. And she was dying of thirst. She hadn't had a drink since she stopped off to put her new outfit away earlier, right before she had made for the gem cave with Rarity and Spike. But still...

"Morons!" came a distant cry. Nora looked up at the chamber's one entrance, and the two mutts quickly followed her gaze. There stood Rover, the green-eyed devil, pointing down at the three of them with disdain. Spot and Fido began to quake under his leer. "I told you to make sure our new queen was fed and had plenty to drink, why is there still water here? Why is there still food?!"

He stamped from one paw to the next, doing a crazy little angry dance.

"S-Sorry, boss!" said Fido, teeth chattering.

"S-She only just woke up, really!" added Spot.

"The fuck did you just call me?" Nora asked, her situation so bizarre, she had no patience for decorum.

At this question Rover smiled, jumping down several rocky ledges in quick order before scampering up to her, walking with his hands as much as hit feet. He positioned himself between the other two, poking his head forward, but still keeping some distance. He kept his posture low, and the others matched him in a half bow.

"You carry my pups. You will save our pack, usher in new generation of diamond dogs! Save us from dying out! You are our matriarch, our queen."

He put one arm on each side of the chair, pushing his snout closer to her midriff. "Even now my seed quickens within you. My litter. My precious pups. You are their carrier, and our savior. You will be treated like royalty."

Without warning, he pressed himself against her skin, pampering her belly with kisses. His fur tickled her stomach, causing her to laugh against her will.

"S-Stop it! Hehe."

Rover didn't stop. He speckled her gut with loving kisses, smooching what he assumed was to be the source of his offspring. Upon seeing their leader act so deferentially, the other two looked at each other, shrugged once, and then moved in themselves. Fido positioned himself to the right of her chair, by her head. He started giving long, tender licks along the side of her face. Spot, meanwhile, squatted under heel, licking her bare foot.

"Hahaha, I mean it, ha!"

This was not the treatment she had expected.

Nora had sensitive feet, and the feeling of a dog monster's tongue against her sole and toes caushed her to flinch and flail her leg, though she couldn't get up because Rover was over her, effectively pinning her down. She moved her foot constantly, kicking wildly, but each time the eager tonuge would find it in short order, sending another bout of spasms and giggles her way.

As she belted out from the sensation, the attention on both her foot and belly sending her reeling, her own mouth hung open as she laughed. As Fido carelessly licked her face, she was not spared from ingesting a sizeable amount of his slobber. Their tonuges even brushed passed each other a number of times as he licked her from chin to forehead along her left side.

Rover, meanwhile, changed his tact, going from gentle, delciate smooches to full on longing licks, just like the others. He coated Nora's abdomen in spit, marking her. Eventually he settled his attention on her navel, forking out his tongue and tormenting her with it, burying it in her belly button and swirling it around.

As Nora screamed and squealed like a giggling schoolgirl, she melted under the care of the crew, sinking further back into her chair. Already sapped of energy, this was draining her further, and she hadn't the will to fight it. At least it was better than them all wanting a turn at rutting her, right?

Eventually the dogs calmed down, though Rover lingered close to her side still, looking at her lovingly. This was a mad turn of events. She had been his fuckmeat not hours ago. Now she was his... queen?

"Drink, drink," he tried, picking up where the others had left off. He prized the bowl off of the ground where she had set it down, before the licking fest. She took it again, staring at it. Sensing now that he wouldn't deliberately harm her, she drank it. It was unexpectedly refreshing - it must have been natural spring water.

"Now, eat," he said, clapping his hands together. Fido and Spot, in a flash of logic-defying lightning, appeared out of nowhere with stone serving trays, topped with various subterranean delicacies - glowing mushrooms, cave moss, and raw fish. Yuck.

"I, uh, already ate," she said, pushing the trays away with her hands as they drew in.

"Eat, eat! My pups will need the strength, you eat for half a dozen now."

"No, I uh, really am fine," she insisted, and he backed off.

After a silence hung in the air briefly, it was dispelled by another clap from Rover. "Fools! Where are your manners?!" he said, turning to address his underlings. "Our queen needs to be made comfortable. Fido, shoulders! Spot, fan!"

"Wha-" was all she could get out, before they darted into position with impossible agility yet again. Fido found his place behind her, bringing his mighty claws down on her upper arms. This was a familiar feeling, and one that sent alarm bells ringing, until he started slowly rubbing them, massaging her sore muscle tissue.

Spot, meanwhile, appeared with a comically large leaf, wafting a gentle breeze her way from a short distance.

This was certainly a thing that was happening. What a day.

Perhaps it was a bad thing to think, given the circumstances that brought her here, but Nora felt she could get used to this. Sure, they were crude in their attempts to comfort her, but the effort was there, and after the rough romp she'd suffered earlier, even a modest pampering was a pleasant reprieve. She sighed.

"I bring you gems, my dear. An expression of my affection."

Rover bowed at her below the stone throne, holding his palms out flat above his head, a small pile of sparkling jewels balanced on top. Ironic that he would give her these, since that's what she came here for in the first place.

"Very good," she said, getting into the role. "Your queen approves."

His eyes lit up, deadly tail wagging behind him as his jaw hung agape. Despite his rough appearance, it was a cute display.

Nora relished in the peace for a bit, though her internal peace was not yet secure, even with the immediate sense of danger now quashed. She had no intention on becoming a forever-bride to this mangey mongrel, even if he intended to dote on her. And even if he could fuck her into unconsciousness. After all, for all his fretting over her, he was still a dog, and even if he treated her well, he'd still be treating her like a dog, too. A classy dog, but a dog nonetheless. And outside of certain moments in the bedroom, that did not fly with her. Having to subsist on cave grub and drink from a doggy bowl for the resit of her life certainly lacked any tangible appeal. She'd have to find some way to distract them, then slip away.

She closed her eyes, pondering her situation, before being awoken from her near sulmbering state.

"For you," came a familiar gremlin-esque voice. She opened one eye, before being met with two items, one held in each of Rover's paws. The first, a red jacket, not unlike his own. The second, a matching diamond studded collar.

"Oh, uh..." she said, taking them. She slipped the jacket round her, Fido pausing his massage so she could move. It was completely open at the front, just like theirs - it wouldn't cover her chest even slightly. It hung around her life a life jacket that was several sizes too small. Although she was already practically naked before, wearing this, she felt even more exposed. It just highlighted her assets.

Before she could finish assessing her look in the jacket, a collar was clasped around her neck, snapping into place. Rover placed it on her, not waiting for her to do the job herself. It clung to her, slightly too tight to be comfortable. Nora tried to find the right descriptive words. She felt like an exhibitionist punk chick.

This added to her desire to leave. Sure, it was a fashion statement, but one she doubted Rarity would approve of. And speaking of Rarity, she needed to get back to her. Back to all the ponies.

For now, though, she considered, she would have to play a part to build their trust.

"Excellent," she said in a faux haughty voice. "Now, bring me more to drink!"

She figured making demands may signal that she was the one in charge here, now. Though she had no doubt that if push came to shove, Rover and the others wouldn't hold back from asserting their authority over her... by any means necessary. She felt a quiver down below just thinking about it.

They did as she asked, forking over another bowl of the clear liquid, which she sipped idly. How could they think she was one of them? Man, they were stupid. The idea of proving them wrong now, though, seemed outright dangerous. Rover thought he had sired his pack's future. They had waited on her like a queen. If she spilled the beans after all this, they would be pissed, and who knows what they'd do to her.

She was between a rock and a diamond dog's cock, so to speak. She needed saving. A mircale. Anything.

"Yikes, look oooout!" creid a voice from the chamber's entrance. An unfamiliar dog walked in, kitted out in armor. Nora hadn't realized there were more. They had said 'pack', though. This one was male - apparently like all the rest. "Rhinestone Pack marching through the upper levels! They're getting ready to attack!"

Rhinestone Pack? Nora may have recalled Rover ranting about them before, but she had bigger, fleshier things on her mind at the time. Sounded like a rival group of dogs. This could be bad. Or, it could be just what she needed - some confusion which would allow her to give them the slip. These two groups could slug it out, and she'd be half way back to Ponyville.

"Protect the queen!" yelled Rover. "If she falls, so does the pack!"

The trio of hounds stopped what they were doing and readied themselves for battle, marching on the natural doorway.

"Wait," she said. "I'm coming."

"Unthinkable! You're too precious to risk!"

"I can negotiate," she said. "You've got leverage, now. A new queen, right? They don't know your - I mean, our true strength. We can make them think we're more powerful than we are and talk them down."

The three of them glanced at one another.

"Queen is smart!"

"So smart!"

"We bring!"

They scampered up to her and grabbed her by the arms, pushing her along.

"Hey, I can walk myself, you know."

Nora could tell they were set on making things difficult for her. She'd just have to think on her feet.

She'd been ushered up to a more central cavern on a higher level. A few armor-clad dogs from Rover's pack accompanied them. If this was the fullest extent of their numbers, however, she could see why he was worried about the pack's future. They were spread thin, and the daunting force of the opposing side was something to behold. Nora stood across from them - legions of dogs - two dozen, easily. Many of them were also kitted out with primitive weapons and armor. It was a fierce display. They barred fangs, snarling and snaffling at Rover's smaller assembly, raring to tear into them but forcing themselves to hold back.

"You called for... negotiations?" said one of their representatives, stepping forward. He was unarmed, likely to indicate he was safe to talk to. Well, maybe safe for the other dogs, at least - Nora had seen the strength these things were capable of. If it came to it, she couldn't even fend off one on her own. His tone betrayed some confusion on the final word, as though he was using it for the first time in a very long time, and had to remind himself how.

"Yes," she began. "I-"

"Ahem," called Rover, clearing his throat. "Our queen will be negotiating on our behalf."

He chuckled to himself proudly. At this news, the Rhinestone Pack members began muttering and whispering to one another, an air of discontent sweeping over them. It seemed their bluff was having the intended affect, at least for now. If they had had run-ins with the Rhinestones before, Nora figured, they must have known the relative strength of their forces. This news was sure to shock them. She still wasn't sure how to spin this to her benefit, though.

The Rhinestone representative recoiled slightly, expression one of shock, before composing himself. Sure enough, his collar, like that of his pack, was studded with the eponymous jewel. "Pack leader on his way to speak for us," he explained succinctly, before scratching himself with his leg.

Nora felt an air of uneasiness flow through her. While she waited, she shifted her weight underfoot, sensing something off with her stance, before realizing the problem. One shoe was throwing her balance. She took off her remaining one and chucked it. The other was long gone, anyway.

She coughed into her hand. "What's taking so long?" she asked Rover, still hovering close to her side.

He looked fearful. "Rhinestone Pack leader is a big deal. Strong fighter. Stole many of our females!"

That didn't sound good.

As if on cue, a hulking figure ambled in. He was bigger than any other dog in the room, even Fido, who was the tallest of her own 'team'. His arms rippled with muscle, veins barely kept under wraps by skin and fur. Speaking of fur, his was dark, somewhere between navy and midnight, and his eyes glowed a radiant crystal blue. He meandered slowly to the center of the pit, standing opposite them.

"Why do you dogs talk instead of fight?" he demanded, speaking out in a low tone. Now this was how Nora would have imagined the diamond dogs would speak. The cave walls practically shook at his words.

Rover gulped and tapped her arm, indicating it was her time to speak.

"We come before you as one pack to another, and ask you to turn away your weapons."

The Rhinestone leader craned down to her level, seeing here eye to eye. He lingered for a good ten seconds, before laughing.

At this, his pack emulated his example, bellowing out in rauccous sneers and chortles. Given their demeanor a moment ago, Nora wasn't sure if they really felt that confident, or if they were just following the leader. Then again, she'd feel assured as hell with that monster on her side.

"And what," he began, mockingly, "Are you supposed to be?"

Nora found it was her turn to gulp.

"I... I..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Our new queen! We make strong pack, fight you!" chimed in Rover, working up some courage suddenly.

The Rhinestone leader leaned his head back and gave a low hum of consideration. As he shifted, his pecs flexed effortlessly. He was naked, minus the collar, showing off his form in all its glory.

"This a dog?" he said. "Shaved, chest to toes, only fur on head. No tail. Small, puny," he assessed. "If she's your pack's broodmother, your pack is finished."

Yes, daddy, she thought to herself. Tell me how worthless I am.

She had come here with a plan, and it was falling apart fast at the sight of Mr. Best-In-Show over here. Now HE was a pooch she wouldn't mind pounding her.

She brought a hand up to her face. What was getting into her? Surely she wasn't hung up on diamond dog dick after earlier, right? But the thought of being held down by this prize made her rut with Rover look like a dip in the kiddy pool. And she was ready to get wet.

If she could do that, and secure a way out of here, all the better. An idea came to her.

"We don't need to fight," she said. "I have an offer to make. But we need to speak alone, leader to leader."

At this, Rover and the others clung to her protectively. "No, he'll take you!"

"Relax," she said. "Our strong pack is waiting to burst in any moment if things go bad, right?"

Rover looked at her in awe, then at the Rhinestone alpha, then back to her. She had him. He couldn't contradict her there without giving the game away. "I'll be fine," she assured.

Reluctantly, they let her go, and she took a few cautious steps closer. The alpha called off his troops, singalling for them to fall back. At this, the dogs behind Nora followed suit, retreating to the rear of the cave.

And so, she was alone, relatively speaking, with the canid hunk.

"What do you think can possibly save you mongrels?" he asked. "You waste our time. My patience wears thin."

Seemed he was a bit more well-spoken than the others. That was a pleasant surprise - she had expected the leader to be the strongest, but not necessarily the brightest.

She motioned for him to come closer, miming listening with her ear. He did so, slowly.

"You fuck me," she whispered. "And you call off the attack."

He sneered, amused. "You overestimate your value, runt. A bitch like you would be lucky to be rutting fuel in our pack, you are not worthy to sire any of my pups."

"Then I won't stick around," she replied, trying to talk her way into freedom. "You fuck me, then I bounce. Rover and his gang are utterly defeated, no need to go in and crush them."

He laughed a deep, belly laugh at this.

"You'd have to offer yourself to my whole pack before that deal is worth my time."

"Done," she said.

At this, he actually seemed taken aback.

"What?"

"Done," she repeated, tone still low. "I'll be your pack's obidient and willing toy for the night. Just let me leave after, and leave these dogs be."

He tilted his head, considering her proposal. It was perfect, from Nora's standpoint - as much as she resented Rover and the others for keeping her against her will, this looked like it could get bloody, and she didn't want any of them to come to actual, serious harm. The Rhinestones put on a display of dominance over his pack, so they're happy, and she-

...She would have to fuck every single damn, stinky dog in the pack. Like she had just agreed. Okay, maybe not perfect.

"It is agreed," said the alpha, loudly, no longer keeping their conversation private. "You will accompany us back to our den."

Upon hearing this, Nora's original captors cried out in fury.

"What?!" exclaimed Rover, paws clasped around his head in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, my love," said Nora, lying through her teeth. "It was the only way. They will let me return to you on the morrow," she wailed in a breathy voice, hamming up the acting. "I do what I must for our pack. Just remember that do matter what they put me through, I was yours first, and always will be."

She threw a hand over her head and leaned back.

"But... but..."

The poor pooch looked to be on the verge of an existential crisis, but upon scanning the cave and reminding himself just how outnumbered and helpless his team truly was, relented.

"Fine..." he let out with a whine.

"I was not done."

The Rhinestone leader's words rang out in the underground halls, shaking them. Everyone - Rover's gang, the other Rhinestone grunts, and Nora herself, turned to face him, shaken by his commanding tone.

"I have one more condition."

Was this guy serious?

"I am not wasting my time with some lost pup. You show me that you're worth my pack's time. You will attend to me here, and now."

"No!" yelled Rover, adopting a fighting stance. He made a few steps towards the Rhinestone leader before Spot and Fido held him back at each arm.

"Don't do it, boss!" whispered Fido. "He'll mop the floor with us."

"Yeah," agreed Spot. "She's still your queen, right? Besides, she was used when we found her, haha!"

Rover shot him a glare, the comment not helping. Nonetheless, his arms went slack like noodles, aggression leaving his body, the mutt's better judgement clearly kicking in again.

When the show was over, Nora looked back at the Rhinestone Pack leader. He motioned for her to approach, enticing her in with the wave of one finger. "Come here, little one."

She approached with caution, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She was naked in a veritable arena, dozens of pairs of eyes upon her, and facing down the biggest brute she had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Her feet acted slowly, but her gaze never left the alpha's face. He stared her down, unflinching, with cold, piercing eyes. She wondered how many times he had done this - how many times he had waged war on other diamond dogs, snatching away their women. Rutting them wild in front of their old mates, before taking them back to his lair, never to be seen again. She supposed in a way she was lucky to be going free at the end of all this.

When Nora got within touching range, she stopped, giving him one last look. His chiseled chest was his defining feature, almost seeming to burst beyond his fur like natural body armor. His upper torso had a series of long scars marking it; scratch marks. Likely from past battles, hard fought. Her eyes ran down his body, to his lower half. Big, beefy legs - digitigrade, like all the diamond dogs, though with much more mass. While the others seemed to have shorter, stubbier legs, leading with their oversized arms, this guy seemed more balanced in his form. He kind of looked more like a werewolf, something more traditional looking than these mis-matched hybrids. his tail was a long, heavy club, rdiges forming around its tip, no doubt able to break up small boulders when flailed with speed. And then, there was his groin; a furry sheath greeted her above two hanging balls, each as big as a balled up fist. They rocked slightly when he tapped his left paw impatiently, waiting for her to begin.

"May I know the name of the warchief I am to service?" she asked.

"No," he said, bluntly. "You may not."

Well, that was that, then. She'd fucked dudes - well, ponies - without exchaning names before, occasionally. Never in front of an audience, though. Above ground, her sex life was her secret passion, her hidden double life that only a priviliged few would ever know. Down here, it defined her. She was breeding stock, a bartering chip worth as much as her holes. She was a prize to be won by the strongest pack, then passed around - to the victor, go the spoils. Ponies were pretty chill - little in the way of overt prejudice or sexism, though obviously such qualities did still exist. If anything, their society was more mare-dominated, with the gals making up the majority of the numbers. Diamond dogs, it seemed, were very much patriarchical. She was about to submit to this pack leader in front of all these hounds, and nobody seemed to find it unordinary. It was part of their society, treating her like property. Even the others, lavishing her with treasures and fine treatment, did so on the basis that she was theirs - in a way, she was little more than a womb to them.

She had considered, despite his choice words for her earlier, that he'd be more excited for this - to fuck something as exotic as her. After all, no one looked quite like her, even in this hidden world of talking dogs. She knew from her whoring herself out to the equid kind that that increased her value, markedly. Her 'client', though, wasn't hard at all - his red bone wasn't poking out of its sheath even slightly. Was he so unimpressed by her, or did her just get so much action that this was nothing to him? She opted to assume the latter, trying to cling to some modicum of self-esteem even in such vexatious circumstances.

"Are you... ready?" she asked shyly, giving a quick glance down at his groin.

"A leader does not do such things himself," he corrected sharply. "If you are worth my time, you will get things going yourself."

What a slob! Nora found it inconcievable. She had always felt like she had sexual power, of a sort. That is to say, no matter how much she may be drooling over a horse cock, or screaming the house down getting dicked down by a strapping stallion, her partners had always been into her, too. Very much so, usually - they were paying her for sex, after all. And if she had ever said 'no more, that's enough' - if she had deigned to blue ball a colt who was interested, they'd be scrabbling over their own hooves to get her to change her mind, to convince her they were worth a chance. Maybe they'd brag about how big they were, or how long they could last. Maybe they'd offer to pay her double, or even triple. She liked to tease colts, and she did see some of this desparation slip out when adopting a more dominant role. The point was, as much of a slut as she could be, if she really wanted to, she could call the shots. Her clients always had as much, if not more, interest in her than she had in them. That was what struck her about this interaction, this hound's cool arrogance, his genuine lack of care over whether she gave her body to him or not: he was immune to such dynamics. She had never met a male on this world or the last who had been so laissez faire that he would agree to fuck her brains out, but wasn't even worked up enough at the prospect of doing to be sporting even a semi. Nora was so low on this dog's priority list, that she was about to completely grovel at his paws, drive him wild with pleasure, let him claim her as his own, and he was acting like the whole thing was a chore.

She had never been more turned on at quiet neglect, at being ignored. Considered nothing. Now the only question in her mind was whether she could have him singing a different tune. He was being a Bad Dog... could she turn him into a Good Boy?

She knelt at his crotch, readying herself. Leaning forward, she brough her mouth closer to his junk, taking a cautious sniff of the air that lingered around it; it reeked. Pure musk wafted up her nose, sending her reeling back even before beginning. She coughed on nothing, the dry, salty taste of his scent overpowering her.

The Rhinestone leader looked down, unamused. "I certainly hope you can do better than this," he threatened. "Last chance, or I give the attack order."

"Y-Yes sir," she said.

C'mon, Nora, you can do this, she told herself. She had already survived one horndog... barely. And that wasn't exaclty by choice. She gulped at the implications; maybe she really was out of her element here. But still, she had to try.

She poked out her tongue, brining it tentatively to the pooch's sheath. With an open mouth, the smell seemed even worse, but she fought past it valiantly, braving the stench. As she made contact, she penetrated his sheath with her tongue, feeling it out. She came up against the tip of his penis, sequestered away. Opting to try and arouse him quickly, she ran her tongue along the edge of the inside of his sheath, giving him a deep clean in places she wondered if anyone had ever reached.

As her tongue toyed with him, his face shifted, softening an almost imperceptible amout, a barely audible noise escaping him, something between a sigh and a grunt. For now, she would consider that a success, though his cock was still taking its sweet time in making itself known to the outside world.

Feeling pressed for time, not wanting to truly test the boundaries of the chief's patience, she brought her lips closer, wrapping them around the sheath, encircling it fully. She sucked, stimulating the whole region, while her tonuge still worked away. In an instant, she felt movement, something pushing against her tongue as it danced over the canine's most intimate regions. Keeping the trend going, she pushed further still, increasing her speed and intensity. Soon the alpha's dick was poking out of its home and into her mouth, just slightly, forcing her tongue to beat a retreat.

She bobbed her head, now, having some shaft to work with. She shot a look up at the Rhinestone Pack leader, pleading for approval with her eyes. He gave a solitary, resolute nod, indicating that her performance was at least acceptable. She then shot a glance over at her former hosts, Fido, Spot and Rover. They looked on none too pleased, eyes betraying shame and fear at seeing their sole female - one they had regarded so highly - being used like this. Rover in particular looked morose, biting his claws on one paw as he watched on.

Nora couldn't pity them. They had taken her against her will, ravaged her, ruined her clothes, dotted her body with scratches. Being queen of the diamond dogs sounded like it would be fun, for about a day. But she was her own woman - and right now, being a queen seemed much less fun than being a simple, subservient little slut. The hulking hound she blew had given her something she hadn't faced often in her field - a real challenge. She needed to please him if she wanted his help, but more than that, she wanted to please him, to earn some glimpse of approval.

His length grew and grew in her mouth, pushing her face back. This was welcome, as it spared her lungs somewhat from the strong musk that threatened to melt her mind. In short order, the pack leader appeared to be at full size, his knot swelling up near his base. At last he moved of his own volition, though it was not what she expected; after teasing out his cock fully, he put one hand around her neck, pulling her off of him.

What's he doing? Did I do something wrong?

"You have performed adequately, for a lost pup," he began. "But the privilege of tasting my seed is earned, not freely given. Beg for it."

Nora swallowed hard, eyeing the thing, swaying slightly in front of her eyes. She shifted around to its side, facing Rover's pack. It was so big. Almost pony sized, and veiny, just as Rover's had been, but longer. She needed it.

He held it in one paw, bringing it over her face. The thing rubbed against her, marking her with his scent. It covered one eye, tip resting on her forehead. She held up her wrists submissively, bringing her hands down, miming the traditional puppy begging pose as she balanced his rod on her nose.

"Please..." she said.

He grabbed her neck again, this time dragging her back to face his meat, before plunging her face-first into it, Nora barely having the time to react and open her mouth. It thrust into her cheek, her mouth caressing it from the inside, even at the misaligned angle resulting from the alpha's haphazard lunge. He then let go of her, letting her resume work herself, still seeming content with expending as little thought or energy on her as possible.

Nora slobbered over his cock as though she were a dog herself. If she had a tail, it would be wagging swiftly. Drool poured from the corners of her mouth, finding no home in her throat, all available space being filled by the monster she gobbled with glee. Feeling one of these in her mouth was a different senesation to being penetrated with one - it was very different from blowing a pony. There was a more visceral taste, for one. She couldn't take his knot - that was far too girthy, so she tended his shaft instead. she felt no shame at the defeat, having grown long accustomed to not being able to take her fuck buddies all the way to the base when she used her mouth.

When Rover had ravaged her, that had been all about breeding. He wanted her to be his pack's savior, a mother to his litter. This, however, had no such perceived utility, Nora's mouth gracing the pack leader's shaft with wet, loving licks as she retreated up along his shaft. This was pure, simple pleasure. He didn't see her as a mate, or a mother - apprently she wasn't even worthy, in his eyes. She was what she had always been: a prostitute.

She moved her hands up to his groin, cupping his humongous balls. She rubbed them, massaging them, trying to tease out his cum, pleading with his reproducitve organs. Their weight made her tremble at first, thoroughly unprepared for the sensation. She wondered how many pups he had sired. Most of the troops in his pack's army were probably sons of his. A gene pool that narrow seemed bad for long-term sustainability. Perhaps that was why diamond dogs went to war, to rape and pillage. Their hierarchy demanded nothing less. It was a good thing they lived deep in the caves, away from Ponyville, though Nora wasn't sure if they'd see any such value in ponies. She was likely only here because she had two legs and front-facing eyes - to a society that had never heard of a human, in a land mostly populated by equines, a diamond dog was probably all they could even coceive of her as being, even if she did stand out.

Nora sucked and sucked, urging him to cum, using every technique at her disposal. The minutes went by, feeling like hours as he held out, not giving up his seed. This guy had clearly built up a tolerance. Eventually, however, her efforts were rewarded. She felt a familiar throbbing and braced for the worst, knowing that the moment of ejaculation would be the toughest part of this affair to deal with. She glanced up at the chief, and he met her gaze, eyes betraying some hint of emotion, for once, though what exaclty it said she did not know. Probably something like 'get ready'.

Nothing could have readied her, however, for what was about to happen. Without warning, he grabbed her head, holding her hair, and pushing down, shoving his cock firmly into her. She had no choice. He did not stop at his knot, forcing her over it against all odds, Nora's lips stretching to barely cover the thing. As his tip plunged over her tongue and down her throat, she felt tight, choking under both the legnth of the cock being plunged into her, and at the tightness of her diamond collar. The two forces fought one another, the dick probing her airways causing her neck to bulge out slightly, pressing against the fabric of the accessory that remained rigid, trying to hold back the expansion in her throat. Eventually, big dog cock won out, and her collar snapped off under his size. He had literally throat fucked it off of her.

Semen poured down her throat, finding no resistence along the way, getting a direct passage passed her uvula as the alpha's meaty member had done the work for his little swimmers, offering them safe harbor in her stomach. White goo shot out of the gaps between Nora's mouth and the Rhinestone leader's cock, but most of it made its home inside of her. As his balls writhed in her grasp, she brought one hand to her belly, feeling full.

When he relented, letting go of her head, she flung backwards, throwing herself off his penis and coughing madly. Drops of semen were hacked up onto the cave floor as she heaved, though she somehow held it together, avoiding throwing up.

"No! My queen!" she heard Rover cry.

Far too late for that, buddy.

"Good enough," was the only accolade she received from the Rhinestone chief. "You may uphold your end of the bargain and accompany us back."

He turned to address his troops. "Fall back. We leave these mutts be."

Diamond dogs everywhere lowered their weapons behind Nora, the armored squad turning on their heels and beginning to march out, back to wherever it was they emerged from.

He then turned back to face Rover and his boys, who were still reeling at what they had witnessed. "Your queen is to be my plaything tonight. Your honor is shattered, and your pack will not recover. We will not destroy you today or any other day, we no longer need to. You are free to go. She will be returned to you tomorrow."

Then, the brute stamped on the broken collar languishing at the bottom of the cavern, twisting his paw as he did so, hammering home the point he was making. The diamonds affixed to the fabric were dislodged and rolled away over the bumpy floor, while the collar itself frayed, splitting further under the pressure exerted by the Rhinestone leader. He had won - the very symbol of her supposed alliegance was destroyed, right in front of their eyes.

"If she does not consider you unwrothy."

Rover just stared blankly, his pack's guards still attentive under his lack of order to retreat. He looked at the remnants of the collar, then at Nora, then at the Rhinestone leader.

Fido rugged at this shoulder. "Let's just go, boss! We got off lucky - it not our hides on the line!"

"Yeah," added Spot, patting him on the shoulder. "Easy come, easy go. Let's book it!"

Seeming resigned, he turned, ordering his boys out. Metal clanked as diamond dogs marched in opposite directions at each end of the cave, the conflict now averted. Nora just hoped this mutt would make good on his word to her... she still had a lot of her promise to fulfil, and the night was young. This wasn't going to be easy.

She was left unable to ponder her circumstances much longer, however, being plucked up off the ground by the alpha, who wrapped a thick arm around her middle and hoisted her with ease. She was then flung over his shoulder, her face hanging over the chief's back, while her ass was pointed, raised in the air in the other direction.

As he set off walking, trailing his troops, she kicked her legs, annoyed at the unorthodox method of transportation.

"Hey!" she said, beckoning his attention, but it was no use.

Well... she thought, hope the pack isn't much bigger than what I've seen.

The reality of what she had bargained was catching up to her. Her eagerness to be free of Rover coupled with her, for lack of a better word, excitement at the initial sight of the hunk diamond dog heading the Rhinestone Pack had clouded her judgement. She had given away a lot. Too much. Perhaps more than she was even fit to deliver. But now, she had no choice. Her freedom depended on it.

Man, she pondered, maybe I should have hung out with Lyra today.

Nora was taken to the Rhinestone Pack's den. 'Lair' was also a fitting word for it. Around her, beds of straw dotted the cave, occupied by males young and old - those not of a fit age for fighting - as well as the pack's females. Nora had yet to see a female diamond dog - they were starting to seem like a myth, but here they were. She couldn't get a good look for two reasons, the first being that they were curled up, lazing away the evening or feeding their young, and the second being that she was still being given a fireman's carry by the pack leader, slung over his shoulder like luggage.

He hoisted her up over several rocky outcrops, climbing to the peak of the cavern, a raised plateau with a stone throne, not at all unlike that which she had awoken in earlier. Presumably, this was his seat. When they reached the height of their ascent, he removed her from his shoulder, placing her down on the floor - not with care, but not letting her fall and damage herself, either. When he took his position here, his trailing troops filtering in and lining the walls at the sides of the den, everyone in the room looked up in anticipation. He stood over her, muscles natrually curling and releasing as he idly moved his arms, stretching out slightly before addressing his pack.

"Den mates!" he began, and all noise in the room barring his own booming voice was snuffed out in an instant. "Today's scouting mission was a roaring success! Firstly, we finally tracked the pitiful pack on the lower east levels to their den, and amassed to attack!"

He was met by raucous barks, yaps and howls, signalling tremendous approval at his words. The cavern carried the sound well, Nora covering her ears at the intensity of the noise.

"And furthermore, we have eliminated their pride and crushed their spirits, for we have before us their matriarch!"

Again, the cave rang out with sound, this time with jibes and jeers directed at her, a high-status 'enemy'.

The pack leader wasn't done.

"Long have I looked after this den and its dogs. Long have I provided. Well, today is no different. A pack may judge its quality by its chief, and I say, when the chief eats, the pack eats too."

More applause of a diamond dog variety poured out.

"And when the chief takes a bounty, he shares what's left with his clan. I will deflower this mongrel, right here and now. And when I'm done, you are all welcome to have your turn with her. Make the most of it, she won't be staying put."

This statement, more than any other in his speech, won the people - well, dogs - over. They erupted in cheers, several tongues lopping out hungrily, eyes leering at her, lusting after her. She would have to satisfy a lot of beasts today.

He waited patiently for things to calm down, before glancing at her. She wordlessly took position, getting down on all fours, facing the crowd. Looks like they were doing this doggy style.

She noticed, before turning, that he was hard. No help needed there this time, eh? Either he was more in the mood than before, or he never lost his erection on the march back - Nora couldn't see from her vantage aloft his right arm.

As she spread out her hands, trying to gain a solid perch so as to brace herself for what was sure to be a battering, the alpha diamong dog placed his paws over them, locking her in place. He hooked his legs around hers as he loomed over her, bringing himself into a squat, snaking them around her thighs and then over her calves to keep to still. He wasted no time, and she felt the tip of his dick poking at her sex.

It was not her first time 'performing' in front of a crowd that day, but at least before she was mostly able to tune out their presence when she so desired - besides a few glances over at Rover's gang, she had hardly acknowledged another soul in the room when throating this monster cock before, vision filled only with a furry groin and abs. Now, though, she looked out over an audience of creatures, many of which were chomping at the bit for a peice of her.

Before Nora could so much as take a breath and steady herself, the pack leader's member slid into her, the woman arching her back on instinct, letting out a grunt.

He rammed her with force, not sparing a thought for the poor girl. He slid in and out of her in quick succession, for now leaving his fat knot outside. As though his size and power were not enough to contend with, the onlookers made Nora incredibly self-conscious. Here she was, in a den of overgrown mutts, getting throttled for all to see. There were few times she was ashamed of herself for having sex - putting her torn feelings over keeping the secret of her prostitute gig from her friends aside - but this was one of them. At least before when this had happened, the diamond dogs had taken her by surprise. She was cornered, ambushed by a bunch of savages. This, however, was a position she had negotiated herself into. Sure, she'd back out now if it were as simple as that, but she had agreed to this. And despite the height of her apprehension pooling in her stomach, manifesting in cramps and a sinking feeling, part of her may just have wanted it, too. That wasn't exaclty normal.

Then again, she mused as the towering diamong dog pumped her, freely fucking talking horses isn't exaclty so regular, either. She had taken time to adjust to that, so this wasn't so different, right?

The chief's knot battered her, smacking the outside of her pussy with each thrust, arguably doing more damage on the ourside than it would if he'd just put it in. Wails abound as the pack cheered him on; some of them even began masturbating. She saw red cocks being stroked by wanting paws, jerking at the sight of her. At least one female was getting off to the sight of her, too, rubbing her canine pussy without shame. The dogs yelled and howled and drooled over their chins, some jumping up and down in a primitve display of encouragement. Yeah, no. Her relations with ponies would be taboo back home, no doubt. Even she had had to come to terms with it, and that was after she was left pent up for weeks and weeks with no outlet, horny as can be. But this? This was not the same. Ponies had a society. This was a free for all.

Her face got flush and hot, her mind racing to make sense of any of this, to expalin it away in terms that would leave her feeling alright with herself, but there was little hope. Her pussy gushed fluids, coating the canine cock that assailed her, inviting it in. It was betraying her intent. She wanted this, no matter how ashamed she was to admit it.

Rhinestones shone under the faint light sources in the cave - lit torches and luminous jewels that lined the walls - dancing as collars bounced around below her, moving with their owners. The gems that gave this pack its name lit up her surroundings like glowticks at a concert. It was so... distracting.

She looked dead ahead, trying to blank them out.

Don't think about it, don't think about it...

"Me bet an emerald the bitch cums before he knots her!"

"She no look like any dog I seen, whered' the chief find her?"

"I haven't rutted in weeks, let me at that bitch first when chief done!"

The cries and the comments that abounded made it a trying task. She just had to be his good little bitch. A sponge for him to take his frustrations out on. Just breathe, stay calm, and ignore the stretching feeling in your pussy and the way it tingles so good. Let him use you. Let him use you.

Nora thought a mental battle with herself, willing herself into submission. She kept her head up, vision blurring as she was rocked in place, but remaining strong and resolute.

Without warning, the thick knot that had pounded her rear finally pushed itself in, making her nethers ache as it reshaped them, only to offer some reprieve as she slipped passed its thickest point.

"Yaaa~"

Instead of barking like a dog, she squealed like a pig, overcome with pleasure at the feeling. After her mouth opened, letting her lewdest noises escape, the pack leader brought his left hand round to her face from behind her, hooking the claw on his index finger into he mouth, tugging on it and keeping it open.

"Yesh, yeshhhh," she screamed, unable to articulate properly with the foreign object distrubing her. Her stoicism was fading fast - she was giving in to the pleasure now.

"I'm youw bitch, gib me a littah, gib me ten, I don't care, hahhh!"

Her words warped by the finger that invaded her mouth, she cried out in delight all the same, begging the bastard to mate with her. He complied, piledriving her with gusto, his other beefy paw resting on her arched back, claws digging into her skin in an oh-so-exciting way. Shivers ran up her spine and her ass seemed to vibrate, her quaking pussy unable to remain still.

"Do me, mastah. Yesh!"

The Rhinestone alpha shot into her, bullying her womb with his seed. Nora considered briefly whether it was possible for a human to go into heat. She sucked hard on his finger, suppressing her cires, as her head dropped to the ground, resting on the cave floor. The movement brought her tits downward too, smooshing them into the dirt.

I. Love. Diamond. Dogs.

Looks like ponies had some competition after all.

Not a single drop of cum was wasted, the dog's knot and Nora's own position ensuring it was funnelled directly into her. She gasped, desparately trying to catch up on breaths as she felt his cock twitch inside her. When he was done unloading, he held position, his knot still swollen. They held like that for a minute, before eventually, he pushed himself off her, a distinct 'pop' occurring as his knot exited her, leaving a vaccuum in its wake.

He plopped himself down on this throne behind her, breathing heavily. His face looked tired. Looks like she had finally given him a reason to exert himself. She scooted up to him, brigning her face over his cock, licking it clean. She then planted several kisses on his chest and neck, as the pack leader bathed in the unexpected aftercare.

He leaned into her ear and panted.

"Lucky."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"My name is Lucky."

If she was able to summon the eregy to, she'd have chuckled. Such a stereotypical dog name. Sure, that tracked with what she had seen of diamond dogs thus far, but still, it felt kind of silly to see such a heaving hunk be branded with such an innocent, cutesy name. Maybe that's why he kept it hush hush earlier.

"I'm Nora," she said, realizing that she had not introduced herself at any point in the day's sordid affairs: so far, she had ping-ponged between 'my queen' and 'that bitch' at regular intervals.

"Strange name," he remarked. "You did well... for a lost pup."

She'd take it. The big guy was not fond of compliments.

As she cuddled up to him, feeling his strong arms as she pecked his chest, his scent caught up with her again. She had been spared the brunt of his musk this time, facing away from him, but now she was in close, it was back with a vengance. She might just get addicted. Her face stuck to his chest, his fur becoming adhesive from his own sweat.

"But," he said, patting her ass, "Your work is not over. There's a good bitch."

She backed away, shuffling on her rear, as he stood up and addressed the horde, walking to the verge of the plateau which functioned as a stage or podium. He picked her up her the scruff of her open-chested jacket, the only vestiage of clothing she hung on to, dragging her along and lifting her slightly, presenting her to the panting crowd.

"As promised," he declared. "This bitch belongs to us all tonight."

With that simple fact established, he leveraged his hold on the thin cloth covering her back, throwing her from their raised position above the pack and into a waiting pit of tongues, teeth, noses, and cocks. Her fall was cushioned by fur - whose, she didn't know - as she landed atop the hungry mass, crowdsurfing. Instantly she was pawed at in every direction, mutts copping a feel of her breasts, rubbing her neck, gripping her hair, and fingering her between her thighs. Nora felt like a prized cut of meat at an all you can eat buffet, placed right at the head of the table. They wanted her, and they were all getting a piece.

"Nghh, ohhh," she cried, the paw that snaked its way between her legs penetrating her, while others swatted at her pussy from above, stray, glancing blows, some of which caught her clit. From below, diamond dogs scratched at her back, tearing her feeble jacket. Her legs were pulled apart, tugged at from opposing directions as each corner tried to claim her entirely for themselves. This only served to leave her vulnerable parts more exposed, however, granting ease of access to near enough any dog close enough.

She felt damp noses in close proximity, poking at her from all around, their quick-fire breath tickling her bare skin, drinking in her unfamiliar scent. They lingered all around and all over - at her feet, under her arms, beneath her raised ass - and they were often followed by the sensation of slick tongues sliding over her form. It was all foreplay - the canines probably said hello to one another with a sniff of the ass or a lick of the balls. They were feeling her out, exploring her body in their traditional way.

Eventually, when Nora worried they might legitimately tear her apart at the hips, she was seized at the crotch, and dragged down pelvis-first beneath the furry canopy of dogs. The rest of her soon followed, stray paws losing their hold on her at the change in angle, and she landed on her butt beneath a sea of horny hounds.

The one who had taken the initiative to drag her down was an old looking thing. Mangy, his coat lost the sheen and sparkle that the others had, instead looking matted and wiry. He looked like he'd be a sad sight at the pound, hunched over, his whiskers overgrown and his eyes droopy. Yet the one thing the dog hadn't lost was his get up and go, sporting a knotted erection that prodded Nora's cheek, solid as rock.

The mutt reeked. While the chief's musk had been pungent, its masculine virility overwhelming her back at negotiations, this dog just smelled nasty. Yet, she had a job to do. She swallowed all her hesitation and took the decrepit pooch's member into her mouth, lavishing it with the same attention and care she'd afford any client, despite her best wishes.

He sighed a happy sigh, likely not experiencing such a sensation for years. Nora's tongue worked his dick, coating it in saliva, and she popped it out of her mouth, planting a few kisses on it as it pulsed at the attention. Before she could finish the job, she was grabbed under her chin, head forcibly turned elsewhere, into the wanting pussy of a she-dog. This was something she had not seen before.

It jutted out from the bitch's form, impossible to miss, its lips thick and strong. Nora abandoned her focus on the cock she had treated seconds prior, bringing her face into the dog's folds. She sniffed at her a little, absorbing the intricacies of the female's scent, tasting its differences to those she had sampled thus far. Heat radiated from the mutt's groin, drawing her near.

Nora had half expected the old timer to try and drag her back over to him, but he had different plans, taking position behind her, bringing his lubed up cock over he rear holes. He plunged his polished meat into her pussy, rocking the woman forward nose-first into the dog coochie in front of her face.

Nora worried the pheromones of the dog in front of her would cause her to pass out. The female's scent was just as strong as the chief's had been, but at the opposite end of the spectrum, oozing femininity. She must have been in heat. As the nameless female brought a paw around behind her, she pushed Nora by her head, feeding her into her groin and forcing her to eat her out. She did so like a good girl, tongue-fucking the unusual organ while she nibbled on its tick outer lips softly, earning cries of delight from the bitch she serviced.

Nora's arms extended to her sides, reaching out blindly. While the mangy dog fucked her from behind and she continued eating the pussy in front of her face, her wanting hands found their homes, each meeting a dick from somewhere in the crowd. She stroked the cocks eagerly, not even seeing who they belonged to, totally absorbed in her task. It was a no holds barred fuck-fest, and she was the star. Her duties did not stop at the four diamond dogs she currently pleasured; even with all available tools at her disposal preoccupied, impatient dogs shot loads at, over and around her as they stroked themselves silly at the sight. Greedy tongues and inspecting noses still lapped at her and sniffed her intimate regions while she panted. She couldn't see any of it, but the sensations were apparent - nay, they were inescapable.

The old mutt behind her picked up the pace before cumming suddenly, clearly less of a breeding machine than the pack leader. Nora didn't mind - that was one down. His place was taken in no time at all, another cock finding its way to her rear, this time staking claim to her asshole. She did not stop slurping at the feminine folds in front of her all the while, work rewarded with a madly flailing spiked tail visible overhead.

When her hands milked their respective cocks dry, they grabbed out for more. If they couldn't find cocks, she grab at any flesh - balls, breasts - she even fingered one dog in the ass, all while not looking up. As the female before her gushed, oozing wetness, she came in Nora's face, spraying her. The musk was impossible to avoid. It permeated her, became part of her. She wasn't sure if the bitch's hormones were rubbing off on her by transitive property, but Nora felt their effects, becoming more volatile and jerky in her movements than ever.

When the female pulled away, having been satisifed, a ripped male took her place, likely one of the pack's warriors. Nora didn't wait for him to act, instead seizing the initiative and dragging her tongue over his torso. He tasted of little more than sweat, beads of which now clung to Nora's tonuge. She swallowed them eagerly, before going in for seconds.

Nora had no canine nose, no doggy tongue. She did not perceive the world through taste and smell as they did. But suddenly, it all just clicked for her. She got it. Even with her limited human senses, she had seen the light, drinking in the aromas around her, driving her body wild. She acted as though possessed by their group musk, a puppet of their sweaty, stinky bodies. It just wasn't fair. She stood no chance against such notions. To think, she used to perceive the world with her eyes and ears! Now, the sounds drowned out around her, morphing into one continuous hum. Now, her blurry vision was useless to her - she did not need to see the cocks she clutched and stroked to make them cum. Instead, she was living for the smell and taste of these creatures.

Nora grabbed the stud's hand, pulling him down closer to her level. When he met her there, she lifted up his right arm, raising it level with his head, before brining her face into his pit, basking in his warrior's scent. She licked at his underarm, cleaning him with her body, selfishly hogging his juices. He stroked himself as she did so, clearly surprised but turned on at the attention.

Meanwhile, as the dog behind her rode her ass, she felt claws digging in to her soft cheeks, the slight pain not deterring her, instead functioning as a motivator. She thrust her rear back to meet him as he humped her, the pooch propping up much of his weight against her backside. Her pussy was rubbing against the cavern floor, ground down under his strong arms, driving her mad with delight. Nora wasn't sure if all dogs really went to heaven, but she was certainly there herself.

"G, guuhh," she began, having to take a concerted effort to form words. "G-Get up, big boy, and turn round," she said, pulling back from the musky mutt before her. He complied, standing tall and spinning and the spot. She reclaimed her hands for this, spreading his cheeks, before diving into his asshole tongue-first, earning a mighty yelp from the amazed dog.

As she rimmed him, her two hands got to work on his member, hanging hard underneath him, stroking it one after another, cascading her palms over his rod rhythmically. How he didn't blow his load on the spot, she had no idea. After some time treating his meat with her gooey hands, she turned to a different tactict, jutting out her chest, clasping her breasts between her hands and bringing the swinging cock between them. Nora worked his dick expertly between her tits as she ate his ass, pleasuring the animalistic being, likely not even literate, in ways that would make him the envy of nobles and kings across Equestria.

Perhaps that was what was so hot about this, to her. Taking these savage mongrels, and treating them like royalty, offering her body to them in ways that any upstanding pony would blush at - it was a primal thrill. The pheremones of the diamond dogs devolved her thinking, sending her into a prehisotirc state of mind, where her only two immediate concerns were food and sex. And she had eaten a big lunch.

I smell like a diamond dog, she thought, bouncing hard on the dick that railed her ass.

I fuck like a diamond dog, she mused, burying her tongue deeper in the asshole of the stud who bent over in front of her, massaging his member with her soft tits.

I am a diamond dog!

Perahps Rover had been right all along, and she was just some exotic species, an offshoot from a foreign tribe. She just didn't know it; she needed to be shown her place. And it had taken the Rhinestone Pack to do that. And her place, she knew, was at the bottom of the pack's hierarchy, the group's own chewtoy.

Dogs didn't keep their tongues in their mouthes when the fucked. They didn't care where their semen spilled. They didn't gaze upon the face of the females they took. And they didn't say 'please'. And so, Nora fucked like a dog.

The brute behind her pumped her ass once more before firing off inside her, at the exact moment the schlong between her tits twitched with delight, before shooting a heavy load right down her front. They wasted no time in getting out of the way, shifting positions with other eager pack members. Another male took form behind her, grabbing her rear and burying his bone in her ass. Meanwhile, yet another approached her face with cock in hand, ready for her to suck his dick. Nora grinned. She still had much to do.

As she got to work, her breasts clapped, a heavy wet slush eminating from her chest with each thrust, the cum coating them dampening the sound.

"Anal again, eh?" she called back to the hound behind her between breaths as she came up for air from the girthy cock before her. "You boys... sure are eager."

She resumed giving head, before something interrupted her - a prickly sensation rang out in her upper back.

"Ow!"

She recoiled in alarm, looking behind her.

"Ooh," said the diamond dog she had been blowing. "You got Rex. He's a biter."

It was going to be a long night.

Nora lay there, naked, sweaty, sticky, fulfilled. Warm bodies surrounded her, rising and falling rhythmically. She reclined in the middle of the sleeping crowd, who huddled together for warmth in their cave. The chief was alseep on a raised bed of straw above them all, but she could not see him. He didn't really matter anymore. She ached all over, barely conscious. Most importantly, she was done.

The hormones, the pheromones, and the adrenaline had got her through it, but they exacted a heavy toll, which she was paying now. As she gazed up at the cavern's mossy ceiling, rocks jutting downward like teeth - a big, dog's mouth that cradled the pack - she sighed.

With all the willpower in the world, she rose, slowly. She was free. She stepped over the bodies around her with care - not for fear of waking them, which seemed impossible - but due to her exhausted demeanor. As she shimmied passed the furry crowd, she made her way to the chamber's main exit, looking at the climb she had ahead of her before she'd be free.

Her bare feet were black as soot from walking the rocky floors and dirty trails. They rang with pain. Nora pondered, assessing the risk.

May... just have to stay here... for the night.

It was decided. That is not to say it was her decision - rather, it was the decision. She had no alternative, unable to muster the strength and energy for an ascent out of this hole and then a walk back to Ponyville. At night. In the cold, naked.

And so, Nora slinked back to the mass of sleeping diamond dogs. The space she had left in her wake was soon occupied by sprawling limbs, but as she waded back into the center of the pack before sitting down, they gave way under the slight resistence of her body.

Strangely enough, she thought back to the first thing she had done that day - her conversation with Twilight. She was to be a friendship ambassador.

While Nora considered that her methods weren't exactly traditional, she had negotiated peace between two warring packs today, all by herself. Rover and his rowdy boys would be safe, thanks to her - not that they deserved any favors, but still... it felt good, knowing she had made a difference, even down here, in a place so horrid. Perhaps Twilight was right about her. Perhaps she just hadn't seen it.

She yawned, and with a brief stretch, she could stave off slumber no longer.