A quartet of ponies stop in a shady section of the valley where a pool of water is slowly fed by a trickling brook. The slowly regrowing foliage and trees make a good place for them to rest.
The lead pony, a white unicorn with a sky blue, leaning towards cyan mane, dressed in a flashy suit decorated with comets and stars, gestures for the others to take a break while he checks out the area around the pool.
“We have to be drawing close, right?” the smallest of the group, a young earth pony mare no more than fourteen, with a white coat and an elegant two-toned gold mane, asks as she sits down.
An incomprehensible reply comes from a pony decked out and fully enclosed in armor and a gas mask.
The young mare simply nods as if she understood the odd, gas-masked pony.
The last member of their group provides a more helpful answer. “Yeah, we’re close. Not really sure what it is that’s causing the disappearances, though, so stay alert.” A deer with a brown coat and two-tone cyan mane, he steps up next to her. “I’m glad you’re here, Elegant. It’s nice to have someone to talk to who I can understand.”
The gas-masked pony gives a huff at that, and stomps over to a tree to sit down in the shade.
“I understand, Whisper. I wish I could understand what Gas Mask says like Colorful Comet does, but…” Elegant trails off as Colorful rounds the pond towards them again.
“We’re almost there. Judging by the landmarks on the map, we’re at most a couple hours’ trot from the area.” Colorful says as he walks over to Gas Mask and gives her a hug. “Come on, let’s keep moving.”
Gas Mask chatters in her usual muffled tone to Colorful, who nuzzles her.
“I promise we’ll spend a week together at your place when we come back.” Colorful whispers something else to her that Elegant can’t catch as she and Whisper follow along behind them.
The quiet of the valley is almost eerie, as if something came in and scared off all of the wildlife. After an hour of trekking through the woods, the group stumbles upon a rather well-cleared path leading further into the woods in the direction of their destination.
Colorful leads the way down the path at a slower pace, his head on a swivel, while Gas Mask brings up the rear. The path slowly opens up to a clearing, at the end of which is a pink mist that slowly sways in an unnatural breeze. The four of them freeze up as they see the mist.
“Is that… pink cloud?” Colorful asks, slowly inching closer to it for a better look.
“I’m not sure, it’s definitely shamanistic,” Whisper says as he looks over the pink mist. “We shouldn’t interact with it; it could be dangerous. We should see if there is a way past it, or a source nearby.”
Colorful and Whisper slowly circle around the clearing, looking for the source or a way through the forest. As they make it halfway around the clearing, the pink mist surges forth like a tidal wave, swallowing them up in an instant. A moment later, it sweeps over Elegant and Gas Mask.
Immediately, three of the four become wobbly, struggling to stand up as tentacle-like structures of the mist press their way into every orifice they can find. Gas Mask, in her protective equipment, is the only one it can’t permeate.
She quickly tries to pull Elegant from the mist, only to collapse as something strikes the back of her head. As she falls crumpled to the ground, a zebra steps into her view. He’s dressed in a deep red button-up sleepwear shirt that shows off his well-toned flank.
“Bind them and bring them back to the village,” the zebra says as he leans down and looks Gas Mask in the face before ripping her mask off. “You look so much better with this off…”
The mare whimpers as tendrils of the pink mist force their way into her freshly exposed mouth and nose. Her deep red mane falls over her red muzzle as the pink mist runs its course and she passes out.
Some time later, the four of them begin to wake up again. The first to wake up is Colorful, who groans and tries to move, only to find himself unable to. His head and forehooves are locked in a wooden pillory, his hind hooves are forced apart by a spreader bar and a spider gag has been stuffed in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see two of his companions: Whisper and Gas Mask, only without her trademark mask.
It had been late in the morning when they’d come to the clearing. Not quite noon, but breakfast had been hours ago. Now, the heat of the day is beginning to taper off, meaning it’s probably late in the afternoon.
Unable to see anything other than what’s immediately in front of him, he takes stock of what surroundings he can. To his left, Whisper’s head hangs down limply. A few random houses were just kind of thrown together out of what could be found, and further right from that, a larger, secure-looking building with a lock on the outside. That can only mean that they’re making sure something stays inside.
A large building next to that has a sign that reads “WARDEN.” That explains the locked building. A prison, where ponies are kept in cells. Or perhaps worse than a prison… Slave quarters feel more accurate.
Beside that, a building with a large window shows a few ponies in collars rushing around a kitchen. Just outside the window is a shelf, like at a cafeteria, and a few tables, as well. It looks very “walls optional.”
Across a very wide road from the commissary, there’s an even larger building. Judging by the door, it’s likely either a garage or a hangar, but then again, perhaps not. Through the window, it almost looks comfortable in there, like a house. Why, then, would they need such a large door?
Beside that, an even larger, very official-looking building stands. “TOWN HAL,” it says, and there’s a small L-shaped object sitting by the door, as if it had fallen off and not yet been replaced.
Finally, he sees his wife, her deep red mane matted against her coat. Usually, after taking off the mask, she’d take a shower and let it dry, but right now, it’s stuck to her, as if it had just dried in that position.
As he continues to look around, he spots Elegant laying on the ground next to a zebra stallion, her hooves shackled and her muzzle gagged, just like his own. The zebra sits on a throne carved into the side of a massive stone plinth in the middle of the square, and slowly strokes her golden mane as he watches them wake up.
Behind his throne, a large statue rises from the plinth. The statue is of a very sexy mare surrounded by stallions with their cocks hard and pointed at her. The pink mist—which blankets all of the ground that Colorful can see—exudes from those cocks, and from her marehood.
As the others wake up, they begin to struggle like Colorful did, trying to pull themselves free from the pillories they're in, though their struggles prove to be as futile as his own.
When Colorful finally thinks to try his magic, he finds that his horn refuses to work. He attempts to speak, but his words are unintelligible thanks to the gag in his mouth. The other two in the pillories are likewise unable to speak or use their magic.
"As you've probably guessed by now," the zebra says as his hoof strokes its way down Elegant's back to grope her ass, "you don't have access to your magic, and unless you've practiced talking through a gag, your words aren't going to make sense."
The zebra leans back in his throne, looking over them with a smirk as they make senseless noise. As they babble, several ponies slowly gather around the statue, as well as a few other creatures, most notable of them being a serpentine dragon with white primary scales and light blue belly scales. He comes out of the large building with the hangar door.
"Silence!" The zebra shouts, and the three in the pillories fall quiet. "Much better."
The zebra rises from his throne and walks over to them. A ball of pink mist floats along behind him as if controlled by an unseen entity. He walks around them, pausing behind each of them to examine their bodies before walking back around.
"I am Heart's Desire, leader of Tribe Libidine." He reaches a hoof out and strokes Colorful's cheek. "You were no doubt sent to find out what's been causing ponies to go missing out here. They have been taken by my tribe as slaves. Congratulations are in order, as you have succeeded in finding out where they went."
He receives glares from the three of them as well as more babbling, which he puts an end to with a powerful strike across Gas Mask's face.
"Enough!” Heart turns and walks back to his throne, plopping down with his legs spread to show off his impressive cock. “The members of my tribe will do whatever they want to you." His hoof strokes Elegant's mane for a moment before continuing. "As for this one, she'll be used to teach the younger members of the tribe how sex works."
The three captives babble again, making just enough sense to make Heart and the gathered crowd laugh at their promise to slaughter them all if he does anything to her.
Heart holds up a hoof to silence the crowd, then turns to the captives. “Let me make this perfectly clear to you. You don’t have a say in the matter. From now on, you will serve my tribe as you are commanded. If we tell you to bend over, you do. If we tell you to open your mouth, you do. If we fill your stomach with cum, you say “Thank you,” and return to your work. To demonstrate this lack of control, we’re going to take turns fucking you into submission. Starting with my son. Osculum?”
The dragon steps forward. “Yes, dad?”
“Take your pick.”
The young dragon floats over to Whisper with his hard cock proudly protruding from his cloaca. Whisper is quiet as the dragon rubs his shaft against his nose before stuffing it down his throat. He can feel the dragon’s claws controlling his head through the use of his antlers.
Next, a bold earth pony stallion from the crowd steps up behind Gas Mask. With no further warning, he mounts her, unceremoniously shoving his cock into her, though it is unclear to the spectators as to which hole he’s using. Her babbling becomes a sudden shout of surprise, before morphing into semi-coherent protesting.
Colorful begins shouting at the stallion as well, thrashing against the pillory's hold uselessly. As he shouts, a bat pony mare walks around to the front of the red mare and presses her marehood against her captive’s muzzle. The spider gag in her mouth allows the bat pony's pussy to drool arousal into Gas Mask's mouth as she rocks her hips.
Colorful is so distracted with shouting at the ponies using his wife that he doesn't notice a zebra with swirly stripes stepping up to his own pillory until he mounts the wooden structure.
The zebra uses a hoof to force Colorful's head into the right position and shoves his cock down his throat. Colorful gags on the sudden intruder as the zebra fucks his face.
As Colorful chokes on the cock in his throat, someone steps up behind him and begins eating out his ass. A long tongue presses into his depths, probing him for a minute or so before withdrawing.
He doesn’t find much in the way of respite, however, as the tongue is quickly replaced by a cock as a griffon mounts him. Colorful quickly finds out what it feels like to have your ass pounded by a barbed griffon shaft.
A couple of moments later, a cold, hard plastic cock presses into Whisper's ass, before beginning to brutally pound him. He didn’t even see the mare approaching with his view barricaded by the pair of massive dragon thighs on either side of his face.
All the while, Heart sits on his throne watching the members of his tribe ravish their new toys. A pink mist tendril slowly strokes his massive cock as he pets Elegant's mane. After a minute or so, a big dollop of precum forms on his cock, which he collects with his hoof and rubs onto Elegant's nose.
"I want you to take a good whiff of this; you'll be smelling it a lot tomorrow when I use you as a tool to teach the younger members of my tribe," he says with a smirk.
Elegant recoils the best she can with her legs shackled before Heart pulls her close again.
"For now, enjoy the show." Heart gestures to her friends.
The stallion mounting Gas Mask in the pillories lets out a pleased moan as he unloads into her depths. She lets out a muffled cry as he smacks her ass before pulling out of her, a small flood of spunk flowing from her abused marehood. Almost immediately after, a unicorn stallion steps up behind her and mounts her, pressing his hard cock into her ass with no care for the pain it causes her.
The two sharing Colorful are very rough. The zebra repeatedly crams his cock down Colorful’s throat, holding it there for just long enough to make him choke before pulling back and thrusting in again. The griffon, meanwhile, is forcing his knot in and out of Colorful’s ass, making the stallion scream around the cock his mouth every time he has a chance to breathe. The pair of them keep up the pressure until they both bury themselves deep inside Colorful and unload their spunk into him at once. When they finally pull out of him, he’s hypoxic and gasping for air, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Whisper, however, is receiving the worst treatment of them all. The mare ramming his ass with the strap-on has a crop in her hoof, and is beating him over and over again. Welts from the strikes slowly weep small amounts of blood as the dragon makes him choke on the cock until he passes out, only to wake him up with a little bit of lightning arcing from his horns.
The mare is the first to hit her peak. The dildo in Whisper’s ass acts as a channel, dumping her juices deep inside of him as she slams home. As she steps away, a stallion is quick to take her place, thrusting deep and reaching around to grip Whisper’s balls in his hoof.
When the lightning dragon hits his peak moments later, he slams his cock down Whisper’s throat, holding himself there as he unloads an impressive amount of spunk into Whisper’s stomach.
“Hey!” shouts the stallion. “Don’t unclench like that! Squeeze my cock!”
By the time he’s done shouting, Whisper is completely unresponsive, and Osculum has to use his lightning magic to restart Whisper’s heart. The pulse of energy flows right through Whisper, making his sphincter tighten too quickly around the stallion, locking him in place as a static discharge jumps between their balls.
The stallion suddenly yelps, jolting backward. “Warn me next time you’re going to do that!”
“It was all so sudden,” replied Osculum. “I didn’t know he was going to black out like that!”
Heart clicks his tongue at the dragon and gives him a disapproving stare. “You should know better than to let it go that far, my boy. What if he’d died? No one else could have a turn with him, then!”
“I’m sorry, dad,” Osculum says as he hangs his head in shame. “I was too carried away with how good his throat felt.”
“I understand that, but you need to be more careful next time,” Heart says as he rises from his throne and makes his way over to his son. “I hate to have to do this, but for the rest of the day, you’ll be on patrol.”
“Yes, dad...” Osculum takes to the air, hovering next to Heart.
“I still love you; never doubt that, but rules are rules when it comes to this,” Heart says as he reaches up and pats his son on the side. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, and afterwards, you can have your pick of slaves to play with for the day.”
“Yes, sir!” Osculum salutes as he sets off to patrol as ordered.
Heart walks up to Whisper and uses a hoof to gently lift his head. The deer’s eyes are unfocused but still moving, clearly still reeling from his near-death experience. Heart draws a small vial from his sleepwear and pours the contents down Whisper’s throat as the shocked stallion limps back into the crowd.
“In a couple of minutes, you’ll feel as good as new. At least, until someone starts fucking your ass and mouth again.” He turns to the gathered crowd as he walks back to his throne. “Leave the deer alone for a few minutes while the potion does its work. When it’s done, you can use him again to your heart’s desire.”
The gathered crowd murmurs an acknowledgement as two more step up to Colorful. The first is a bat pony mare who slips under him and gives his sack a lick before moving onto his semi-hard cock, licking and sucking on it to bring it to full mast. The other is a zebra who steps up and mounts the pillory, rubbing his cock on Colorul's face. The zebra takes his time as his hard cock leaks precum onto Colorful, spreading it all over his cheeks and working the scent of zebra cock into his coat.
Next to him, the stallion railing Gas Mask's ass doubles down, slamming into her even harder. At her front, the bat pony mare pulls her dripping snatch from her mouth and rubs it hard against her muzzle.
Within a minute, she lets out a high-pitched “EEE!” as she climaxes, squirting her juices all over the red unicorn mare's face. The stallion doesn’t last much longer either, unloading a big load into her ass, which drips from her gaping hole when he pulls out. As they leave, more tribe members descend on Gas Mask to take their places.
Heart watches from his throne as the tribe continues to violate the new slaves. Next to him, Elegant looks at the ground, folding back her ears and trying to block out the sounds of her friends being raped. She shudders as Heart pets her mane in an almost gentle way.
An hour or two goes by, every second an eternity. Finally, the sounds of sex start to die down, and she feels the courage to look again. The last couple of ponies and zebras are fucking her friends, and even then, they look to be finishing up.
The red mare, Gas Mask, is now more white than red from all the spunk plastered to her coat and mane. Her eyes look distant, and she doesn’t even seem to notice as the zebra fucking her finishes inside, spilling a few prior loads as a new one is squeezed in. A big puddle of spunk sits under her, which the zebra adds to when he pulls out of her and more jizz dribbles down her legs.
Next to her, Colorful isn’t much better off. Streaks of spunk are splattered all over him and his mane. Judging by the look in his eyes, he still has a little fight left in him, at least enough to give Heart a disgusted look.
Whisper, though, had taken the worst of it. His entire coat is mostly white from spunk. Still, there’s a fire in his eyes that says he hasn’t given in just yet.
Heart leans over to open a box on the side of his throne, from which he pulls a leash and plain black collar that he fastens around Elegant’s neck. Once the collar is secure, he clicks the leash into a small metal ring on it. Certain that she can’t escape, he unlocks her shackles and tosses them into the box.
“Tomorrow, I will fuck every one of your holes in front of the class,” Heart says to Elegant as he stands from his throne. "After that, I will let them see what it's like to use one of the tribe's slaves. It's quite a different feeling from fucking someone willing, I can assure you.”
Elegant whimpers as he tugs on her leash, dragging her away from the rest of her friends.
Heart leads her into the largest building in the village, the one designated as Town Hall. The inside is very well-furnished and maintained. A pair of bat ponies with their wings tightly bound tend to the entrance hall, one standing on shaky legs with a duster between her teeth. The other is crouched down beneath her, licking sticky white goo from her thighs. A small trail of it leads back to a stallion in a chair not too far away, his cock still plastered in his own discharge.
“Chief,” he salutes. “We need to talk about–”
“I know,” answers Heart, raising his hoof. “Let me settle this one, and we’ll talk.”
The stallion nods, then turns to the bat bony on the floor. “Well? What are you lying there, for? Clean me up; I have a meeting scheduled!”
Heart leads Elegant up to a large bedroom and locks her inside of a cage near his bed. He pulls out her ring gag to replace it with a ball gag, then binds her hooves to the floor of the cage. “I’ll be back,” he says, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She takes a moment to look around. The bed is very large, with four posts, one on each corner, rising to the ceiling. There’s not a lot of furniture, other than a few racks. One has a bunch of sex toys, the other bondage gear. The rest of the walls are done up with tapestries, keeping the volume low, though some were pulled aside to show windows. If he were in the room, he could hear every shout, every sob, every crack of the lash, but outside the room, it would be quiet. It was very unnerving, and she has a lot of trouble relaxing.
Colorful rests uncomfortably in his pillory as the last of the ponies to fuck him walks away. After a pounding like that, he has little to no energy to attempt to escape from it. He couldn’t even muster the will to protest to the bastard chief of the tribe as he took Elegant away.
Looking to his right and seeing his lover looking utterly broken makes it even harder to take. He had promised her that he would stand by her side forever and always, and while that was technically still true, he had meant that he would protect her, keep her safe, and ensure that no harm came to her. Every thrust that had penetrated her was like the strike of another nail through his heart, every load he took, a bath of goo from a plasma rifle across his back. Seeing her abused like this killed him, and knowing that he could do nothing about it salted every wound.
And that was to say nothing of Whisper and Elegant. The deer had nearly died, and several of the creatures that had mounted him had taken to slapping him, either across the flank or the face, to make sure he was still breathing enough to cry out in pain.
And Elegant… Colorful didn’t even want to think of what was happening to Elegant. If she was taken away by the leader, there was no telling what he was doing to her. She was probably locked away somewhere cold and silenced, keeping the town from being able to hear her cries of agony while that ass-faced zebra leader rubbed himself to her torture. It sickened him just to imagine it.
After a few minutes of very brief respite, Heart’s Desire returns with a hoofful of tribe members. They remove the trio from their pillories and carry their limp bodies to the slave quarters, a building built of bricks and iron.
Inside is a very small holding cell for them. Surrounding the cell are a couple dozen bunk beds, most of which are occupied by other slaves who have clearly been here a lot longer. The cell is so small the three of them are pressed up against each other as they lay there on the cold stone floor.
The stench of the place is very obvious. The smell of sex, dried spunk and urine form a pungent mix in the air. Most of the slaves look to have been used earlier in the day, some have spent long enough without bathing that their fur was matted with the dried-on mess, and a lot of them look exhausted from other hard labors.
As they lie on the floor, Colorful has just enough energy to pull Gas Mask over to him and wrap one hoof around her. He doesn’t know if she can still feel him, as she doesn’t reciprocate, but he at least feels better, knowing that she’s close to him. Despite the uncomfortable conditions, the three of them quickly pass out from the trauma and exhaustion.
What feels like only a minute or two later, they're being dragged out of the cell and stuck into the pillories again with the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. Unlike yesterday, there's not a crowd waiting for them, just a couple of ponies and a zebra who have to start their day early.
As they're each mounted by a stallion, their faces are left unmolested, presumably so they can watch as a pair of zebra mares lead off a good-sized group of slaves from the same area they had been dragged from. None of them look particularly bad off, especially when they stop by the commissary building and each receive a breakfast. But even the beckoning call of food is still not enough to distract them from the stallions fucking them.
The stallion on top of Gas Mask lets out a powerful groan as he very quickly unloads inside of her. That earns him a poorly-executed snarl from Colorful, who tries to thrash a little and force the stallion on top of him to fall off. With the spreader bar still firmly between his–and the others’–legs, there's no chance of success; not for any of them.
The stallion on top of him isn't as much of a quick shot as the one on Gas Mask was, taking his time to fuck Colorful as deep as he can. Every thrust comes with the clapping of the stallion's hips against Colorful's ass, something that he both feels and hears. Next to him, the zebra is busy pounding away at Whisper's ass, which is being pounded just as hard as Colorful, if not harder. At the very least, his whimpering means he’s not being slapped anymore.
The lewd duet of squelching and ass clapping is interrupted by the stallion in Colorful's ass as he moans loudly and unloads inside of him. The sudden warmth makes Colorful shiver, and when the stallion pulls out, the emptiness feels weird, like a cold wind had made its way up inside of him. Whisper's zebra finishes up not long after with a loud whinny and a powerful orgasm that leaves Whisper's ass dripping with spunk.
The next two hours pass rather uneventfully. Not a single stallion or mare comes to use them, despite the growing activity. Most of the slaves that were in the bunkhouse are now out working already. Some run from place to place carrying things, others are heading out towards a field of crops barely visible through the pink cloud beyond the house the dragon had come out of. A good number end up going into the various houses and such to tidy up, and shortly thereafter can be heard moaning as the occupants fuck their brains out.
Eventually, the three of them spot Heart’s Desire leading Elegant from his house. Gas Mask is in no state to protest, but both Colorful and Whisper try to shout at Heart as he leads Elegant towards what has to be the school building. Heart doesn’t even look at them as he ushers her around the house to Whisper’s left, moving past it and into a small yard just barely visible behind it.
The three of them visibly wilt in their pillories, knowing that there’s nothing they can do for her now.
Elegant’s day had begun with the sound of a hoof tapping the cage she was put in. Standing there looking down at her is Heart’s Desire, a leash in hoof as he opens the cage. She tries to bolt for the door as soon as the cage is open, but Heart is faster and hooks her into the leash.
“For that, I should punish you. Normally, I would employ my lash for this. However, I think letting the students use you as they see fit will be punishment enough.” Heart pulls her closer to him with the leash. “Of course, I’m going to use you, too. If you try any stunts like this again, your punishment will be worse. Am I understood?”
Elegant nods, noting that her gag is still in her mouth.
“Good. Now, come with me.” With a yank, Heart begins leading back out of the house. They had been in a rush yesterday, and had really only seen the entrance, stairwell and bedroom, but as Heart takes her through, tending to some very light things, she’s given a better opportunity to grasp the layout.
The hallway outside of the bedroom has a balcony overlooking a large assembly room with a throne similar to the one outside at one end, and several chairs folded up and leaning against a wall. If this is the town hall, as indicated, then having an indoor room for meetings made sense.
Down the hall from the bedroom is a bathroom, with a fairly large tub. It’s big enough to fit four ponies, or perhaps just one and that dragon. She stops and waits, drawing her eyes away from Heart as he takes a piss. “Be thankful I’m not using your face for this,” he says. “If I wanted, I could, but I’d rather not postpone your classroom visit just to give you a bath.”
After leaving the bathroom, there’s another side of the building with a decently large deck kitchen, from which Heart grabs a cold drink and something quick to eat: a single mutfruit.
Down a flight of stairs is a large living room and lounge area with two plush couches and some well-restored furniture. On the large wall hangs a few paintings, the largest being a painting of the town, but with far fewer buildings. The statue in the center of town was at the center of the painting, as well, with Chief Heart standing in front of it, but without his shirt. The other shows Heart sitting atop the throne in the assembly hall, with Osculum lying behind him, smirking.
Speaking of Osculum, he’s here, lounging on one of the couches. The two bat ponies who had previously been tending to the house lie on either side of Osculum, tending to his big dragon cock. Elegant hadn’t taken a good look at it last night, as it was a bit dark and his tail was in the way, but it’s fairly long. A large knot sits at the base, turning into a conical shape along the shaft, under which are several curved spines. She can’t tell if it’s curved upward by design, or because one of the bat ponies is holding onto the spearhead-shaped tip with her tongue.
He nods to his father as they pass him and step out into the sunlit village. Her companions are off to the side in the same pillories they were in yesterday, all of them looking worse for wear. Elegant isn’t allowed to linger on them as Heart takes her over to the school and to her fate.
The inside of the school building is empty of foals for now, but a good number of desks sit inside the place, all facing the front of the classroom, where a large stage sits. The stage has a blackboard at the back that’s clearly seen better days. It also has a smaller pillory on a turntable, which Heart hooks her into.
Once the pillory has closed around her neck and forehoves, Heart grabs a spreader bar and puts it between her legs. Finally, a nylon cord is attached to her tail and then to the pillory to keep her tail slit exposed until he releases her.
“There we go; all set up for class,” Heart says as he takes a seat next to her, spinning the turntable so she can see the class as they enter. It’s stopped from moving by a brake at the base of a lever. “Don’t worry; you won’t have to wait too long.”
True to Heart’s word, the first students start arriving within a few minutes. A couple of colts her age, both clearly pony-zebra hybrids, are the first to arrive. They walk in and quickly take their seats at their desks. A few moments later, a trio of rambunctious fillies tumble into the room. One of them is a zebra, another a hybrid, and finally, a full-blooded unicorn. They quickly straighten each other out when they see Heart looking at them and then take their seats.
A stream of other foals around Elegant’s age come in after that. Some are hybrids while others are pure pony or pure zebra. Just one is a gryphon. By the time they’re all in, there’s a total of twenty foals. The youngest is a colt, who can’t be more than thirteen years old. The oldest is a filly, maybe fifteen if Elegant squinted. All of them are looking between her and Heart.
“Good morning, class,” Heart says as he stands and looks over the group.
“Good morning, Chief Heart!” the class responds.
“Today is the first day of your hooves-on Sex Ed classes. Now, I know Mrs. Grade went over the basics already, but we have a special guest.” Heart grabs Elegant’s mane and lifts her head to show the class. “So, would anyone like to go over the Tribe Rules for her?”
Almost immediately, several hooves shoot up into the air. Heart looks over the students and then calls on one near the back. “Spirit Breeze, please explain the rules to our guest.”
“Of course, Chief,” a pegasus-zebra hybrid says as he stands up. “The tribe rules are simple: One, all members may use any slave they want, so long as they aren’t already being used by someone else. Two, slaves exist for our pleasure and to work for the tribe, they are not to be physically harmed in a permanent way during either activity. Three, those who cannot follow the tribe rules or tribal laws will themselves become slaves.”
“Thank you, Spirit,” Heart says as he nods to the colt. “These rules are the core of the tribe, and are built upon by tribal law. Would someone like to give a brief explanation of tribal law? How about you, Moonsing?”
“Thank you, Chief,” a bat pony filly says as she puts her hoof down. “Tribal law covers the general laws and rules for the tribe; what is and isn’t allowed to be done to slaves, trespassers and visitors. It also covers rules set forth by the guardian spirit, Peaches.”
“Very good, Moonsing,” Heart smiles. “Now, let’s start the lesson, shall we? I know you’ve all seen sex happening around you as you’ve grown up, but not been allowed to join. Today, you’ll be given your first chance to do so.”
A cheer erupts from the class. The sudden uproar makes Elegant cringe and look down at the floor. A moment later, a hoof comes to rest on her back, making her flinch.
“Settle down, class. We’ll start that in a bit; I have a pony to break in.” Heart pats Elegant’s back. “As Moonsing said, there are tribal laws covering what can and can’t be done to trespassers. Can anyone tell me what law will be observed here today?”
Moonsing has her hoof up first, and Heart calls on her. “The Law of First Conquest: the Chief may have the first go with any newly captured slave. There’s also a lesser known law, Law of Deflowerment: if a newly captured slave is a virgin, their first time belongs solely to the Chief.”
“I am impressed, Moonsing. Not many remember that law, given how rarely it comes up.” Heart smiles down at the bat pony. “For your dedication to knowing your tribe, you may ask me for anything, within reason, and I will grant it to you.”
“I would like you to be my first, Chief Heart!” Moonsing says with a confident smile.
“That’s well within my power, and would be my pleasure,” Heart says and licks his lips. “Name a time and place, and I will be there.”
“Tonight, in front of the statue of Peaches,” Moonsing says with a toothy grin. “I’d say “don’t worry; I won’t bite,” but I probably will.”
“I look forward to it, but for now, I’m going to take her virginity,” Heart says as he rotates the pillory around and locks it in place so they can all see Elegant’s cunt, “and you’re all going to watch.”
Elegant squirms and struggles against the pillory and the spreader bar, screaming her objections into the gag, but it’s a string of useless endeavors.
Heart unbuttons his usual attire of sexy sleepwear in front of Elegant and slowly slips it off in a rather lewd manner. As he slips his last hoof from the outfit, he tosses it off to the side and licks his lips. His knotted cock twitches rather visibly for all of the class to see. He takes a moment to hold it in front of elegant’s face to give her a whiff of his scent, then walks around to place a hoof on her ass.
“One thing to remember about the slaves, class, is that sometimes, they aren’t going to be aroused.” Heart pulls on one side of Elegant’s folds to show them off. “This slave, for example, is completely dry. Now, it’s never a good idea to go in completely dry, as the friction can cause a lot of pain, both for you and for the slave, and they can return to work faster if they don’t have an unnecessary limp. Thankfully, there are options you can use to make them wet.”
Heart takes a deep breath, and after a moment, some of the pink mist that drifts throughout the village snakes its way towards him. It rises from the floor as a tendril and wraps around his cock, slowly stroking it and making it visibly wet as his shaft starts to glisten a little.
“If you have the gift, you can call on Peaches’s power to lube yourself up. If you don’t, you may want to try eating them out, or bring some lube ahead of time.” Heart gestures to a large bottle sitting on a table off to the side. Elegant had seen three of them in his house and by the pillories outside, and could only assume they were all full of lube. “Some of you might come up with the idea to try to use other things as lube. Some of these ideas might work. Others will definitely cause pain. That’s why it’s best to stick with properly made lube or the natural stuff, as it’s a guaranteed result.”
Heart moves so that he can properly mount Elegant, stepping up behind her and rearing up to put his hooves on the top of the pillory. In this position, it’s easy for the class to see as he grinds his knotted cock between her asscheeks for a moment.
“Something else to keep in mind, if you’re taking someone’s virginity, is that it will hurt for them. Their holes aren’t used to having such large objects inside them, and thus, it hurts. It can also cause bleeding the first time, which is usually not an issue, though can be scary if you’re not expecting it.”
Heart brings his cock back to prod at Elegant’s snatch. “Now, she will likely scream into her gag when I first enter her, and as you can probably already hear, she’s protesting it. Slaves do not have rights in our tribe. If I ungag her and she tells me to stop, I am not obligated to.”
The class sits on the edge of their seats in rapt attention. Most of them have a hoof on their dicks or cunts, rubbing themselves as they watch.
Heart gives them a smirk, and just before he rams into Elegant, he undoes the gag. She lets out a mighty scream that the entire village hears as Heart shoves his cock deep into her virgin marehood. He doesn’t stop until his cock hits the very depths of her passage and presses up against her cervix.
Many in the class are startled by the sudden scream from her, and the fact that it wasn’t muffled by the gag. Any sign of that shock quickly fades as Heart starts to pull back, giving them a good view of his shaft slipping out of her depths until just the head remains inside of her. A little bit of blood dribbles down from her pussy and drips to the floor.
“That is the initial bleeding that comes from a mare’s first time. Also, they make quite a powerful scream if they’re not ready for it.” Heart gives a rather wicked grin. “Now, class, pay attention to her belly. With the size difference between us, you’ll see that my penis makes her belly bulge. The same will be true when I blow my load inside of her.”
Heart thrusts back into Elegant’s depths. Even an untrained eye can see that her flesh is being pushed out by some internal pressure, though the bulge disappears the second he pulls back out again. At this point, he doesn’t pause before thrusting back in, instead driving forward with a bit more force. The impact of his dick against Elegant’s cervix makes her shout in pain, and whimper as he pulls back to do it again.
“Take it out!” she shrieks, tears running down her face. “Please!!”
“Were you not paying attention?” Heart asks. “I don’t have to do what you say; quite the opposite, in fact.”
The lewd squelching of his cock forcing its way back into Elegant with every thrust slowly becomes a rhythm that fills the classroom. The students all sit entranced as Heart fucks the young slave in front of them. Their hooves all move at different rates as they watch, with a few of them even trying to match the pace and depth with what they’re seeing. A couple even dare to assist their neighbors, if they’re sitting close enough not to cause a scene.
Heart doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck Elegant like she’s a full-grown mare. His cock batters at the entrance to her womb, but never tries to push into it. Every few thrusts come with a pleased groan from him and a pained cry from her. Her body fights it hopelessly, in a way that only adds to Heart’s pleasure as he ruts her.
As Heart ups his pace, a soft chorus of moans starts to come from his students. Several of the colts in the class make some impressive white streaks on the floor. One front row colt shoots an impressive blast of spunk that manages to hit Elegant’s ankle. Heart smirks at that, and makes a mental note to have him up on stage at some point.
As the class calms down from their orgasms, Heart builds towards his own, his thrusts coming in a quicker and less coordinated manner. The only warning the class has is the sudden and loud whimper from Elegant as Heart’s cock flares.
He lets out a powerful moan and slams as deep as he can into Elegant, stretching her cervix a little before he blows his load deep inside of her. His knot, and the six inches of his cock he couldn’t fit inside of Elegant, visibly pulse as he unloads his seed into her unmarked womb.
By the time his dick stops pumping spunk into Elegant, her shivering and whimpering cries are audible. Heart smiles cruelly as he pulls out. His cock is decorated with a little bit of spunk, a small smear of pink goop and some of her body's juices. Most of his seed is stuffed deep inside of her, and slowly starts to leak out as her whimpering turns to heaving gasps.
“Now that she’s been broken in, we can begin properly,” Heart says as he sits down on the edge of the platform. His still half-hard cock drips a bit of his spunk onto the floor. “I know you all pleasured yourselves while watching, and that’s a good first step into the realm of physical pleasure, but it’s not nearly as good as touching someone else.
“To that end, you have a couple of options. You can pair off with others in the class, or you can come up and touch me or the slave.” Heart gestures to his cock and then to Elegant’s cunt.
Predictably, about half the class stands and lines up in front of him and Elegant, while others slowly pair off. The few that can’t find pairs join the back of the lines to come up.
Spirit Breeze is the first in line to touch Heart. He pauses for a moment before gently extending a hoof and slowly touching Heart's cock. As he slowly strokes the semi-erect shaft, some of the remnants of Elegant's first time stick to his hoof, which he pulls back and licks clean.
After a few more moments, Heart shoos him so the next pony can have a turn. Spirit Breeze hops to the back of the line to touch Elegant, who squirms as a zebra filly gently strokes her leaking folds, spreading Heart's spunk around her crotch.
Slowly, the lines cycle through and everyone has a chance to touch one of the two on stage. The only pony not engaging is Moonsing, who sits at her desk with a dreamy expression as she watches Heart. Eventually, Heart calls for the class to return to their seats, and after a few groans of protest they slowly return to their desks.
"Now, I know most of you are probably eager to jump into rutting each other's brains out and losing your virginities. However, a pony's first time is often very memorable." Heart taps his hoof on Elegant’s flank. "This slave, here, will likely never forget that I fucked her in front of a class of foals her age. Just the same, Moonsing will likely never forget me taking her virginity, tonight. It is a pivotal moment in someone's life, and should be approached as such. At least, for those who aren't slaves."
Heart stands, and climbs back onto the stage to stand next to Elegant. "I want you all to think long and hard about who you want your first time to be with and what you want to do. Your choices will have a strong effect on the rest of your lives, or at least your sex lives. Seek out the pony you want, and provided they're not busy, ask them to take your virginity."
Spirit Breeze raises a hoof and Heart calls on him. "What if we want a stallion to be our first?"
"That is perfectly fine, of course. Being a colt, yourself, means you’re somewhat restricted in what your activities will be, and with the only natural lubricant you can use being saliva. Start with either oral sex or a hoofjob, and make sure you use plenty of lube. In the best case scenario, your night will end with either you fucking their asshole, or they'll be fucking yours." Heart smirks. "I know Mrs. Grade went over how that last one works, but would you all like a demonstration?"
The whole class practically thrums in affirmation with how eager they seem. Heart nods and smirks. "Very well, I will use the slave here to demonstrate it. Unless you'd like to volunteer, Spirit Breeze?"
Spirit shakes his head, "I want you to be my first, but Moonsing asked to have you before I could."
"Very well,” Heart sighs. “Seek me out tomorrow, and I will give you a first time you won't ever forget. I’ll even show you the best way to use your saliva to slick up a stallion. Now, for that demonstration…”
As Heart mounts the pillory again, Elegant begins to cry and whimper out a few weak “No’s.” Her cries become sobs as Heart slowly presses his cock into her cunt again, slicking himself with the remnants of the previous round.
“Now, I cannot stress this enough. It is imperative that you lube up properly, and this is especially so when having anal sex. I would be using the regular lube for this, but if you happen to have a sloppy slave cunt around, you can douse yourself in a previous load as a natural lubricant.”
He presses in as deep as he can, wrapping his hoof around her middle to squeeze out a bit of extra fluid to coat himself as thoroughly as possible.
Heart pulls out after a couple of thrusts and presses his cock head against Elegant’s puckered ponut. Elegant struggles feebly for a few moments before Heart starts pushing into her, at which point, she just kind of gives up.
Heart slowly pushes his dick into the depths of her ass. Inch after inch disappears inside of Elegant as she hangs there, limply, in the pillory. Heart only stops when his knot presses against her butt. "As you can see, class, her ass can take my penis all the way up to my knot. This is because there is significantly more room inside of her ass than her pussy.
"Now, when she's fully grown, she might be able to take my whole cock inside of her cunt. However, that's not always the case. Some mares are just smaller, and some stallions will be bigger."
Heart pulls back and thrusts forward. His knot stretches Elegant's ass just a little and earns a whimper from her.
Heart looks back at the class and one of the colts has their hoof raised. "Yes, Orion?"
"What about your knot, Chief Heart?” a navy hippogriff with a fiery orange mane asks. “Can she fit that, too?"
“No!” shouts Elegant. “Nonono!”
Heart nods. "She'll be able to take it in her ass, though it will be painful the first time. Mares can also take a knot in their cunts, provided they’re big enough to accommodate the full size of your cock. And fillies, remember that not every colt or stallion has a knot like mine."
He pulls back and thrusts forward again. This time, he pushes his knot a bit further in, stretching Elegant’s ass and making her cry out.
With no more questions coming from the class, Heart turns his attention to fucking Elegant's ass. He thrusts into her slowly, making sure to stretch her sphincter with his knot every few thrusts. Elegant's crying and whimpering continues quietly, no longer putting any real effort into fighting back as Heart fucks her. His thrusts remain steady, even as he picks up speed. The soft shlick of sex and the smell of ass slowly start to fill the room.
The class watches, enthralled, as Heart fucks Elegant's ass, his knot stretching her over and over to the point where he can slip almost half of it in to her with each thrust.
“Something to remember, class, is that the asshole can be very stretchy. Things you wouldn’t believe can fit in there.”
A few dozen more pushes, and Heart shoves his whole knot into her, at which point his thrusts become very short and quick. He gives a pleased groan as he quickly works towards his orgasm. It doesn't take long for his dick to flare and his balls to pump a fresh load of spunk into Elegant's ass.
His knot keeps them tied together as he pumps a good amount of seed into her. Elegant, in all of this, simply whimpers and cries a little, sniffling here and there as Heart simply rests on top of her, with most of his weight being held up by the pillory.
After a minute or so, Heart undoes the brake on the pillory's turntable and rotates it so the class has a side view, and he can see them better.
"If you have any questions, feel free to ask, as I'll be stuck here for a bit," Heart says as he leans on the pillory, putting his weight equally on it and Elegant.
“Can we have a go with her when you’re unknotted?” A fiery orange earth pony asks as he waves his hoof in the air.
“I would prefer you seek out someone to have a good first time with beforehoof,” Heart says as he taps a hoof on the pillory. “Slaves are here for three things: working, pleasure and breeding. However, once you’ve all had a chance to have your first time, I will let you all have a turn with her.”
The colt nods and another of the foals puts their hoof up.
“Yes, Wrought Iron?”
“What if we want to do… other things to them? Like tying them up and spanking?” Iron asks with a bit of a blush on his light gray face.
“That’s fine too, provided you don’t go overboard and seriously injure the slave,” Heart says with a smirk. “I enjoy doing that too. I’ll have to show you how to properly rack a slave, and then you can try out some of my bigger sex toys on them. Find out just how stretchy that asshole can be.”
The class is quiet for a bit, with most of the noise being soft chattering between some of the foals and Elegant’s soft whimpering. Eventually, one of them raises a hoof and Heart calls on them. "Yes, Thistle?"
"Mrs. Grade taught us about oral sex, and a whole bunch of ways it can be done, including face fucking,” said a brown-striped zebra pony filly “Can you demonstrate that?"
"I'd be happy to demonstrate that," Heart nods as he gives her a grin. "Just as soon as I can safely pull free."
Heart releases the brake and spins the turntable pillory around so that he's facing towards the class as he does his best to relax, letting out a soft sigh as he pulls a little on his stuck knot. Elegant lets out a little eep and whimper of pain with each tug, her eyes looking down at the ground as Heart rests on top of her.
He’s stuck in her for another few minutes until he can finally pull his cock from her ass. His cock, still semi-erect, swings under him as he walks around and mounts the front of the pillory. With his new position, the class has a good view as he boops Elegant on the nose with his dick.
The smell makes her pull her head back and cough. “Now, something to be very aware of before engaging in any kind of oral sex is that most ponies have teeth.”
A claw shoots into the air.
“Yes, and gryphons can have very sharp beaks.”
The claw goes back down.
“Slaves, new ones especially, may try to bite you. Sometimes, it’s entirely reflexive, and isn’t their fault. If they start to choke with very little training, it can pull their jaw closed. Normally, we use ring gags or spider gags to counteract this, as you may have seen out in the pillories as you came in. A lot of the slaves, however, live in fear of the punishment for biting. You can tell the repeat offenders because they have no teeth remaining.”
Heart smears a bit of his cum on Elegant’s face as he smacks her cheek with his flare. “Do you want to know what it’s like to have your teeth ripped out, new slave?”
Elegant shakes in horror. She’d had a tooth chip before, and it was the most painful thing she’d ever felt. Having one ripped out, she imagined, would be so much worse. With some hesitation and a terrified whine, she opens her mouth, almost hoping for some kind of gag so she doesn’t have to think about what would happen if she bit down.
No such gag comes, and she has to devote a fair amount of effort to holding her jaw open, as her first instinct is to bite down as Heart rams himself down her throat. Elegant instantly retches as she's forced to taste her ass on his cock.
"When you go directly from a partner's ass to their mouth, your cock will carry with it the taste of their ass," Heart says as he holds her on his cock. "Some will enjoy this. Others, not so much."
Elegant's struggles, including using her tongue to try and force Heart's nasty-tasting cock from her mouth, only serve to slowly make him hard again and spread the flavour of her colon across her tongue. The taste permeates every part of her mouth and fills her nose to the brim. She gags around his dick as he grinds it against her tongue, forcing her to taste her own ass.
As Heart's cock gives a throb, he pushes forward, his shaft going into the back of Elegant's mouth and down her throat, making her gag hard. He doesn't let up until his knot presses against her lips. He holds her there, slowly choking on his dick before pulling back to the point where she can breathe again.
"For the colts in the class, you do need to be careful when facefucking a slave. Your dick will cut off their air supply, and you will have to pull back to let them breathe," Heart says as he gestures to Elegant. "And for the fillies, or colts who wish to bottom, if you let someone facefuck you and you end up needing to breathe before they pull back on their own, tap their leg three times slowly to let them know."
Heart taps the pillory with his hoof three times slowly to demonstrate what he means. "Now, that tap warning is something you'll need to watch out for when you top. Being lost in ecstacy is no excuse for killing a perfectly usable slave."
Heart thrusts down Elegant's throat again, this time not holding himself there, but continuing to thrust, his knot hitting her lips with every pump. Sounds of her gagging and gasping fill the room. Every time Heart pulls back, she draws in a quick breath, which is always at least partially expelled with his next thrust. Her throat convulses around his shaft, which makes him twitch and send a spurt of precum down her throat.
Heart continues to fuck her face for a bit longer, before pulling out and jerking off as he hits his peak. His dick flares and, with a mighty pulse, plasters Elegant's face with spunk. A couple more spurts of cum streak her mane and land on her back, before he shoves the tip of his shaft back in her mouth, making her taste the last couple shots of jizz.
“And it goes without saying for any of you that wish to perform oral that you need to be aware of your own teeth. You don’t want to bite by accident.”
“What about on purpose?” asks Moonsing suggestively.
“Make sure you have your partner’s consent, first.” Panting softly, Heart dismounts the pillory and sits down in front of the class. "Now that I'm done with the demonstrations, does anyone have any last questions before class is dismissed?"
One of the fillies shyly raises a hoof, a rather small zony with brilliant blue stripes. When Heart calls on her, she quietly asks, "Chief Heart, is she going to be marked by you?"
Heart raises an eyebrow, surprised to be asked such a question by anyone in the class. "Perhaps… I haven't decided if she should be. Not many know about that, or have any interest in it, Paventa."
Paventa swallows, a bit of a blush coming to her face. "You marked my mother."
"Ah, and perhaps, you wish to be marked as well?" Heart asks, giving her a lustful look.
Paventa nods, blushing a little brighter.
"That will be something that we work out later. Two of your class have already sought my attention. Come find me in a couple of days, and we’ll set a time." Heart licks his lips, then pauses for a moment. "As for your question, I will say “perhaps, if I feel she has earned it.” For now, class is dismissed."
The class collects their things and slowly files out of the school, most off to find someone to fuck. He stops just one filly temporarily, whispering “I'll see you later tonight, Moonsing…”
Eventually, it's just the two of them in the room. Heart stands in front of Elegant as she rests in the pillory, looming over her with a somewhat menacing stare.
"I want to make something very clear," he says slowly as he strokes her cheek and makes her look up at him. "You belong to me. When I give you an order, you will obey, or you will be punished."
Elegant whimpers and looks away.
"Look at me," Heart commands in a threatening tone.
Elegant's eyes slowly move to look at him again.
"Good. I intend to keep you as a personal slave." He stares down into her eyes. "You will obey my every command, no matter what it is."
Elegant winces at that and starts to look away, only for Heart to slap her across the cheek.
"I didn’t give you permission to look away," he growls. "In time, you will come to obey me without question. Understood?"
Elegant whimpers and nods vigorously.
Heart walks over to where his nightshirt had been tossed and slips it back on. “You will address me as “Master” when you are allowed to speak,” he continues as he retrieves the leash and hooks it up to her collar before unlocking the pillory. “Come.”
“Yes, M-Master…”
He looks back. “That’s right, but I don’t recall giving you permission to speak…”
Elegant shrinks and whimpers, but stays quiet from then on.
Heart leads her out of the classroom and into the village square, where a few ponies are using the other three new slaves. Taking his seat, Heart commands Elegant to clean his balls with her tongue. Elegant hesitates for a moment, earning her a painful strike to the head.
This draws a growl from Colorful, who still has some fire in his eyes. Heart meets Colorful’s eyes for a moment, very smugly as Elegant starts to suck on his balls. That moment quickly passes as another tribe member comes up to use Colorful’s mouth.
As Heart relaxes in his seat, the pink mist swirls around him and he begins to talk to something that doesn’t appear to be there. “Yes, Peaches, what can I help you with?”
The pink mist seems to pulse with power as a voice only the gifted can hear filters into the air. “I am impressed with your newest slaves, and I would like you to release Gas Mask to my care. She’ll be a fun thing to play with.”
“Which one is that?”
“The mare that isn’t currently gargling your gonads.”
“Of course, Peaches. She’s all yours.” Heart looks at the stallion currently using Gas Mask. “Finish your fun and release her from the pillory. Peaches has asked for her, specifically.”
“Yes, Chief!” The stallion adjusts his grip and starts hammering Gas Mask harder. A couple of short minutes pass, and the stallion unloads inside of her, leaving her leaking spunk as he unlocks the pillory.
The second Gas Mask is free from the wooden contraption, she bolts. She only manages two wobbly steps, however, as several tendrils of pink mist wrap around her body and begin invading her holes. The broken mare is lifted off of the ground and violated by the tentacles for a good minute or so before they slowly filter into her body.
Colorful finds a renewed vigor as a surge of adrenaline rushes through him. It doesn’t help him to free himself, but the stallions inside of him are suddenly thrilled by his new tightness.
When Gas Mask’s body is set down on the ground and her eyes open, they glow pink. “Mmm… this mare makes a good host for me… Wouldn’t you agree, Heart?” Peaches says, using her host’s voice but giving it an ethereal reverb.
“Absolutely. Have fun~” Heart sing-songs.
Peaches struts over to Heart and climbs up on top of him, resting her hooves on his shoulders. She grinds her host’s cunt against his cock as Elegant continues to lick his balls, making her slurp up the sloppy oozings dripping from her snatch.
The dual assault on his crotch makes Heart moan and roll his hips a little. His balls rub against Elegant’s muzzle, giving it a good coating of musk and her saliva while his shaft grinds harder against Peaches’s host’s cunt.
After a few more moments of grinding, Peaches lifts her host’s hips up and lowers herself onto Heart’s cock, riding his shaft properly and slapping her butt against Elegant’s muzzle. Elegant pulls away a little, only to have Heart pull her back with the leash.
“I didn’t say you could stop, slave.”
Elegant returns to tending to his balls, her muzzle occasionally being slapped by the ass of Peaches’s host as she rides Heart’s cock. The squelching sounds of fucking and the leaking juices of Peaches’s host invade Elegant’s senses, mixing with Heart’s musk and putting her into a stupor of mindless slurping as she sucks on his balls.
Peaches’s riding quickly picks up in pace as the lust spirit’s host quickly reaches an orgasm under the effects of the possession. Heart simply smirks and lets her ride it out as she drenches their crotches and Elegant’s muzzle with marecum.
“You really like making a mess~” Heart teases before pulling Peaches into a kiss and thrusting hard into her depths.
“O-oh~ Always! Making a mess is part of the fun!” Peaches moans as Heart thrusts into her.
His balls slap Elegant’s muzzle as he thrusts up into the possessed pony. “Then I won’t disappoint~” he says as he hammers away at her depths, working himself towards his own climax and aiming to make Peaches cum again.
Heart’s balls smear around the marecum on Elegant’s face as he holds her close with the leash, forcing her to smell the scent of sex and feel his balls slap her muzzle. Due to all of the movement in this one location, Elegant finds it difficult to keep her tongue on the balls as commanded, and inevitably ends up licking her master’s asshole a few times.
Peaches continues to ride like this for several minutes before Heart lets out a powerful moan and unloads inside of the possessed body of Gas Mask. His balls contract as they pump spurt after spurt of spunk into the mare on his lap, which is enough to push her over the edge again, adding another helping of pussy juice and overflowing jizz to Elegant’s face.
When Peaches pulls off of Heart’s cock, she stays on his lap, letting his spunk slowly drip from her snatch and onto Elegant’s face, adding to the mess. “Now, that’s a good mess, right there…”
“That it is,” Heart says as he gently lifts Peaches’s host off of him before dragging Elegant over to Colorful. “Be a good slave and lick her clean.”
Colorful growls and glares up at Heart, refusing to do it.
“I’d play nice, if I were you. Your situation will become a lot worse if you don’t.” Heart gives him a very serious look and then uses his hoof to contort Elegant’s head by way of pulling her mane. "Or hers will."
Elegant shivers, a tear running down her cheek as she looks at Colorful, practically begging him with her expression not to make things any worse for her. She’s too afraid to talk, after being chastised for doing so on her way out of the schoolhouse.
Not seeing a choice, Colorful starts licking up the mess of marecum and spunk from Elegant's face. His tongue drags across her cheeks and lips over and over, collecting a little more of the sexual fluids each time until her face is mostly clean. It takes especially long, as the fluids covering his own face keep dripping onto hers, and he can’t close his mouth with his spider gag in place.
When Elegant is clean enough, Heart tugs on her leash, pulling her away from Colorful before leading her behind him, between him and the empty pillory where Gas Mask used to be. Any protests Colorful may have had are muffled by someone making use of his mouth immediately after.
Leaving the center of town, Heart brings Elegant to a small, but elegant building, tucked away beside a very large house. Inside is an old zebra stallion mixing various materials together. He nods to Heart as he works, mixing in black pigment to the odd assortment of ingredients as he chants quietly. The mixture glows softly, illuminating the zebra’s face with a slight pink glow for a moment, before the glow fades. He scoops out a hefty amount and places it into a container, which he covers with a lid.
He offers the bowl of paint and a runed paintbrush to Heart’s Desire. “It is done, Chief, and ready to be applied.”
“Thank you, Mchoraji,” Heart says as he takes the bowl and brush with a hoof, gently setting them on his back. “The others will only need the normal collars; not the paint.”
“Of course, Chief,” Mchoraji nods. “I will see to it that their collars are readied.”
“Thank you, old friend.”
Heart leads Elegant back to the center of town, smacking Colorful’s ass as he passes, where he sets the bowl and the brush down on the arm of his seat before hitching Elegant’s leash to his throne and refitting the shackles she had been wearing the previous day.
Taking his seat, he uncovers the bowl and dips the brush into the paint, before bringing it out and over to Elegant. The runes that were etched into the brush are now glowing pink. She struggles in her bonds and tries to step back, only to be stopped by her leash and shackles.
She keeps struggling right up to when the brush touches her face, at which point, she screams. The paint makes her nose feel like it’s on fire. Heart just smirks and continues to paint the stripe on her muzzle.
When he’s done with that stripe, he moves on to painting another one on her jaw, then under her eyes, then the backs of her ears and down her neck. Each one makes her scream in pain as Heart slowly paints stripes over her whole body.
When he’s done, the pattern of stripes on her body matches his own rather messy set. “Those stripes mark you as mine,” Heart explains as he returns the lid to the container. He leaves the brush on top of it. “They will be with you until the day you die. No amount of scrubbing will ever remove them.”
A few seconds pass as the runes on the brush begin to dull. The bristles begin to emit a faint crackling sound as the glob of paint begins to push itself off the tip of the brush.
Elegant doesn’t notice this as much as any other onlooker might, as she was overcome with a burning sensation. It wasn’t the same burning sensation that she’d felt as the brush went across her skin. This came from inside of her. Her loins are on fire.
She tries to reach back, instinctively wanting to relieve herself, but the shackles prevent her from doing so. She gasps and pants, looking up at Heart, and she feels herself being drawn to the rod between his legs.
She crawls forward, but being bound as she is, she just can’t reach it. She wants to ask him for it; wants to beg him to fuck her, but she remembers that she’s only to speak when spoken to, and breaking this rule may yet make it worse.
And just like that, as the dried lump of paint clatters to the ground, it stops. The brush, now clean and no longer illuminated, sits quietly atop the bowl as Elegant tries to catch her breath.
Heart stands up from his seat, looming over her as she reels from the experience.
“You belong to me. From this day forward, you will be my personal slave, and in time, my broodmare.” Heart brings his hoof up to cup her cheek and make her look up at him before whispering, “There is no help coming for you. No one can save you. You are mine.”
Elegant’s body shakes and shivers under his gaze as tears stream down her face. Her reflection in his eyes shows her the truth; her body is striped and altered to meet his desires. His overwhelming presence bearing down on her strikes despair into her heart, and deep down, she shatters.
Her sobs slowly come to a stop. When he allows her, she bows her head in submission.
“That’s right. Bow your head to me.” Heart undoes her hooves once again and sits back down in his throne. “Soon, your friends will bow to me too.”
He gives a gentle tug on Elegant’s leash and she walks over to him without resisting. Tears still stain her cheeks, neither making the paint run nor relieving the soft burning feeling that still remains. She moves where he directs her, pressing her muzzle against his balls, breathing in his scent.
The hours pass and the sun starts to set. Elegant had kept her head between Heart’s legs all afternoon, her muzzle never moving far from his sack. All throughout that time, other members of the tribe had come up and talked to him. Some of them tease her, others use her, but it doesn’t matter. There’s no escape for her, and with how easily they went down when they first arrived, no hope remains for her friends or parents to successfully rescue her.
As the sun slips below the horizon, Heart leads Elegant away from the throne and back to his house, where he ties her to a bedpost. She keeps her head down as he takes off his fancy pajamas and tosses them onto the bed, leaving her tied up there as he goes off to do other things.
Here in the darkness of the room, Elegant’s tears flow unabated, her cries echoing around the clearly soundproofed room. Her cries mask the sound of hooves as the possessed form of Gas Mask enters the room and walks up to her. Eventually, Elegant looks up and gasps as she sees her friend standing above her, eyes glowing pink and body wrapped in the pink mist that fills the village.
“I could hear your cries from across the town, farasi mdogo,” Peaches says as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed and looks down at Elegant. “I know you feel fear, longing for your family, to escape what you perceive as a nightmare, farasi mdogo. But I can take away that feeling; let you bask in the lust of others and enjoy it.”
Elegant looks away, sniffling.
“I give you permission to talk, for so long as I am in the room,” says Peaches. “In fact, I encourage it.”
“I-I just want to go home,” Elegant sobs as she wipes her eyes. “But that can’t happen, anymore, can it?”
“Of course you can! This is your home, now!”
“I mean my real home! With my friends and my family!” Elegant whimpers.
“No…” Peaches shakes her head. “That will never happen. You belong to us now; to the tribe, to Heart and to me. This is not all bad, farasi mdogo. You can learn to enjoy the pleasure that the others will bring to you.”
“He stole my virginity!” Elegant exclaims and then breaks down into sobs again.
“What you call virginity, I call entering adulthood,” Peaches says as she pets Elegant’s mane. “I am a spirit of lust, riding in your friend, of course. To me, and to those who follow me, it is a rite of passage to have that taken, and yours could have been taken in a far worse way.”
“Worse than in front of a whole class of foals my age?!” Elegant snaps, her eyes glaring up at Peaches. She stops herself from swinging her hoof, as she knows it will only harm Gas Mask.
“Yes. He could have forced you down in the middle of town, taken it far more violently and he could have used my powers to break your mind and body into the perfect sex slave,” Peaches explains, pressing her hoof to Elegant’s temple. “Let me show you…”
A vision of another young mare, roughly her age, flashes across Elegants mind. Heart’s Desire slaps that young mare around a bit before pinning her to the ground right in front of the statue and forcing himself on her roughly. Pink mist swirls around Heart as he rapes the mare. It flows alongside him and bores into her head. By the time he’s done, the young mare can only drool and suck cock, struggling to do anything but that.
The vision ends shortly after that as Peaches pulls her hoof away from Elegant’s head. “You see, farasi mdogo? He was gentle with you,” Peaches says as she goes back to stroking Elegant’s head.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” Elegant asks.
“Calling you what?”
“Farcey Doggo. That’s not my name.”
Peaches chuckles. “Farasi mdogo. It means, “my little pony.” I call you that to show that I care for you.”
Elegant looks up at Peaches. “Could you do to me what you did to that mare?”
“I could, but I won’t.”
“Why not? I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to think. Please, I’m begging you, please do that to me!” Elegant grabs hold of the hoof on her head, as she looks up at Peaches and begs.
“No.” Peaches pulls her hoof away from Elegant with surprising strength. “Not only is it not my call, but it is not my desire. Mindless sluts are just that: mindless. They feed me base energy, but lack the desire that truely fuels me.”
Elegant doesn’t say anything else after that, simply hanging her head in defeat. She doesn’t ever reply to Peaches when she tries to talk. Eventually, Peaches leaves, leaving her in the darkness to slowly slip into an uneasy rest.
Heart returns to his throne after leaving Elegant tied up in his house. Looking over the two remaining slaves, he sighs. The deer looks weak and on the edge of breaking, but the unicorn is stronger and more resilient than he'd hoped. His recent resistance to orders had proved as much.
Heart looks Colorful up and down before a wicked smile comes to his face. “You want your freedom, and the freedom of your friends, right?” he says as he points at Colorful.
Colorful nods, not trusting himself to speak properly with the gag still in his mouth.
“Tomorrow, you and I will fight,” Heart says as he rises from his throne. “If you win, I will let all of you go, but if I win… you’ll be nothing but a sex toy for my tribe for the rest of your natural life. Do you agree to this fight?”
Colorful growls at that, but nods. In his experience thus far, losing was the same as refusing.
“Then tomorrow at noon, you and I will fight.” He waves over a couple of guards.
“Yes, Chief?” one of the guards asks as they approach.
Heart points at Colorful. “See to it that Colorful Comet, here, is cleaned, fed and allowed to rest in one of the better cells.”
“Of course, Chief, right away.” The guard salutes before pulling Colorful out of the pillory and taking him away from the clearing. Having heard his full name used, he’s sufficiently shocked enough to be unable to resist.
Heart watches them for a few moments before turning to the last remaining captive in the pillories. Walking over to Whisper, he runs a hoof under his chin and makes the deer look up at him. The look in his eyes tells Heart all he needs to know.
“You know damn well that you’re not leaving this place, Whisper” Heart says with a smirk. “You’ve seen the power of Peaches, and you know that your friend doesn’t stand a chance of beating me.”
Heart’s eyes take on a piercing sheen that makes Whisper quake and shiver for a moment before freezing in place, not even daring to blink. After a few moments, Heart’s eyes lose that glint and Whisper begins hyperventilating, tears rolling down his cheeks as he does.
“Good little buck.” Heart brings his hoof from under Whisper’s chin to his tuft of a mane, petting it gently. “I think you’ll make a good addition to the field slaves. Unless you’d rather have my personal attention…?”
Whisper shakes his head rapidly, the telltale sound of liquid hitting dirt tells Heart that the deer pissed himself in fear. Heart just laughs and walks back to his throne and takes a seat to wait for Moonsing to come before him.
While he waits, Peaches comes back to the clearing and settles her host’s body back into one of the pillories, having one of the passing members of the tribe lock her in there. When her host is secure, she leaves them and drifts back to her statue, settling into the stone to watch the upcoming event.
As soon as she has some control over herself, Gas Mask lets out a pitiful, hoarse scream, barely above a murmuring, before collapsing. She’d seen and felt everything, including the emotions Peaches had overridden hers with. It should have felt horrifying, slapping her ass against Elegant’s nose. It should have felt like agony, making Colorful watch as she forced Whisper to eat out her ass, but it felt like heaven. She was mortified, and yet, experiencing bliss at the same time.
Even moreso, it had been exhausting, watching as Elegant was gaslit into believing that Heart was being kind and gentle to her while trying to hide a vibrating dildo in her snatch. She’d even convinced Osculum to fit her with a large, pulsating butt plug before returning, which she would now have to keep in until somepony came to remove it.
Time ticks slowly by and, as the sun fully sets below the horizon, Moonsing comes before the throne. On either side of her are her parents, who bow respectfully to Heart before stepping back to join the crowd that has gathered to watch the event.
As Moonsing stands proudly in front of the throne, her fillyhood drooling little droplets of arousal down her legs, she looks up at Heart, lust brimming in her eyes.
Heart watches her from his throne, admiring his newest conquest, as the stars begin to shimmer above them. Licking his lips, he rises from his throne and walks a slow circle around Moonsing, drinking in every curve of her young body before stopping in front of her.
“Are you ready, Moonsing?”
“Of course, Chief Heart,” she nods.
“Then let us begin.”
Heart presses his muzzle to hers in a rough and passionate kiss. Moonsing kisses back, her own passion and strength pushing back against Heart with more strength than he expected. The kiss only lasts a minute before she pushes him back towards his throne and advances on him.
A hunger in her eyes makes Heart’s cock quickly slide out of its sheath. She stops her advance when he’s sat back down in his throne and her chest fluff is teasing his cock. Her eyes meet his, and his rod twitches a little harder as her lips part, revealing her fangs.
She doesn’t wait a moment longer to bring her mouth down to the head of his cock, kissing it before wrapping her lips around his dick. His tip just barely fits between her fangs as she goes down on him, slipping him deep into her mouth and then down her throat in one fluid motion.
She clearly fights back a gag as she takes him to the knot, not having practiced enough to handle the depth he’s at now. That doesn’t stop her from bobbing her head up and down on his cock, deepthroating him over and over again, all while her eyes focus on his.
All around there are soft murmurs and moans, as the gathered crowd plays with themselves and others—including the two still in the pillories—though none dare to moan loud enough to distract the young mare. Whisper tries to look away, but the stallion who’s mounted him and is grinding his cock between Whisper’s ass cheeks grabs his antlers and forces him to watch.
Heart’s unable to hold back his own moans as she deepthroats him like a pro. He rocks his hips as she pushes her way down, making her fangs press hard against his knot. As she works her throat expertly around his shaft, his hoof finds its way to the back of her head, encouraging her to go as deep as she can with each bob of her head.
A few bobs later, he holds her down, his cock making her throat bulge and slowly suffocating her. Tears well in Moonsing’s eyes as she’s held at the top of Heart’s knot, but she doesn’t fight it, trusting him to know when to pull her off. Her body struggles and cries out for oxygen as she looks up at him, her throat spasming around his cock, trying to clear the obstruction but only succeeding in pleasing him more.
As Moonsing’s body’s struggles begin to weaken, Heart lets her go and she pulls off of his cock, gasping a little but otherwise okay. “Enough foreplay,” she breathes out as she stands up, a little shaky for a second before finding her balance.
She presses her hooves against Heart’s shoulders and forces him to lean back as she climbs up onto his lap, straddling his shaft as she lines her ass up and lowers herself down onto him.
The slickness of her saliva lets him slip into her anus with ease, and in one quick slam, his cock is buried up to the top of his knot in her ass. Her lips part in a powerful moan that reverberates throughout the main square.
As her moan ends, she leans in and sinks her teeth into Heart’s shoulder, taking a drink of his blood as she starts to ride his cock. The pain of the bite mixes with the pleasure of Moonsing’s ass as she starts to ride Heart, and he can’t help but to moan and thrust up into her as she slams herself down on his cock. Having her take a drink from him only makes him hornier, his hooves moving to her ass to help push his cock as deep into it as it will go.
Each thrust spreads more and more of her ass around his knot until it pops into her, locking her in place as she moans and gasps into Heart’s shoulder. Heart doesn’t let up, though, and keeps ramming his hips against hers, letting her bask in the pain and pleasure of having such a massive knot stuffed into her tiny ass.
As he continues to hammer into her, her body spasms and splatters his crotch with her marecum, her head rolling back as she lets out a powerful scree that the whole valley could probably hear.
Her ass clenches like a vice around Heart’s cock, driving him over the edge way faster than he expected. His impressive load makes her small belly swell somewhat from the sheer volume of spunk filling her. The intense power of the pleasure and pain mixing in Moonsing causes her to black out and collapse against Heart’s chest as the last dredges of his orgasm are pumped into her.
Holding her gently, Heart strokes her mane as he recovers from his orgasm. His eyes dart down to her swollen belly, which gives her the look of being several months pregnant. He kisses her head and holds her close, as he waits for her to regain consciousness.
A good couple of minutes pass before Moonsing stirs, and in that time, Heart’s cock has shrunk a lot, letting him pull it out of her just as she’s waking up. A massive wave of spunk follows his cock, splattering his shaft, the inside of his legs and the front of the throne.
“How are you doing, Moonsing?” Heart asks as he looks her over.
“I-I’m fine, Chief Heart.” Moonsing blushes a little but nods. “Sorry for passing out, there.”
“It’s not a problem, Moonsing,” Heart reassures before pulling her into a loving embrace, his tongue invading her mouth as they kiss.
She keeps the kiss up for a bit before pulling away from him and leaning down to nuzzle his neck.
“Are you ready for me to take your proper virginity?” Heart whispers into her ear.
“Do it,” Moonsing whispers back as she nods.
Heart lifts Moonsing with him as he rises, and then promptly drops her onto his throne with her hind legs hanging off of his seat. His cock quickly swells back up to its full size as he rubs his length between her asscheeks.
After teasing her for a moment by poking her slit and pulling back, Heart pushes his cock into Moonsing’s depths with a powerful thrust. Her cry echoes around the valley as Heart properly takes her virginity.
He doesn’t let her rest, quickly starting to thrust into her depths over and over again. His cock grinds against the entrance to her womb. The pressure and pleasure of his rough hammering has Moonsing already loudly singing her song of lust. She is reduced to putty in Heart’s grip as he ruts her into the seat of his throne. Her love tunnel clamps around his shaft as she is pushed over the edge again, her body shivering and quaking as she makes even more of a mess of their crotches.
As Moonsing’s crotch milks Heart for everything he has, he keeps up his pace, hammering her into blissful mindlessness as he molds her insides to fit his cock. All around them, others moan and groan in pleasure, as this lustful ritual reaches a new level.
The pink mist floating around them begins to glow with power, adding to the lustful desires of those around the statue. Heart feels it stronger than most, as the power of Peaches’ spiritual magic flows through him.
No longer able to control himself, Heart pounds Moonsing harder and harder until the tip of his cock spreads open her cervix just enough that when his orgasm hits, he empties his balls directly into her depths. His roar of a moan echoes louder than most as he tries to breed the little mare under him.
Moonsing all but melts under the power and heat of his orgasm as it splashes into the depths of her body. The sheer volume swells her belly a little more before some starts to slip past Heart’s cock, eventually leaking out of her pussy and down onto the ground in front of the throne.
As Heart cums, the power of the mist rises to a new height, drawing more and more of the tribe to climax, and in turn adding to the power of the mist in a vicious cycle. Eventually, the power is so strong that it cannot be contained to just those in the center of town. The lustful power radiates explosively out from the statue, rolling across all of the tribe’s land, affecting everyone within the tribe's territory in a matter of minutes.
Elegant, still tied to the bed, is suddenly overwhelmed with arousal. Collapsing to her knees and then rolling onto her back, she can’t resist the urge to masturbate furiously. Visions of Heart flash through her head, the flavor of his cock in her mouth resurfaces, and she reaches for the rack of sex toys, trying desperately to grab a dildo.
As her hips buck upward and she squirts a powerful orgasm into the air, it splashes back down on top of her, and she slumps down beside the cage, exhausted and panting. She’s disgusted with herself, but even so, she’d never cum that hard before.
The cloud doesn’t stop there, either. Going further to the edge of the village, a couple had been arguing, rather than attending the public spectacle in the middle of town. The stallion had been complaining about how the grilled onions on the loaf of bread she’d made were becoming more and more sparse, and she had countered that the onions were going out of season, and he should work harder to bring more of them home.
After the cloud hits, they’re still arguing about it, but rather than shouting about it from the other side of the kitchen, they’re trying to cover each others’ mouths by mashing their genitals into them. Neither is resisting, but they’re both still trying to shout, regardless.
Not even those outside of the border of the tribe’s territory are safe. A brother and sister scout team are out near the border, but not crossing it, making sure their side of the border is safe. Never before had they had any feelings for each other, but as tiny particles of the pink mist glide gently across the grass, they suddenly take note of something they both already knew very well; he is a stallion, and she is a mare.
They sit in silence for a moment, eyeing each others’ genitals while pretending to look elsewhere, then the brother suggests that they bunker down for the night. He requests that they do so quickly so that he can pitch his tent and rub one out in solitude, but the sister stops him, saying that her tent has a hole in it, and she’d need to sleep next to him. No sooner did they lay down before her resistance to the mist fails, and she climbs up on top of him.
Not even exhaustion can hold back the tide. Colorful had been locked in a cell alone, and was given an egg salad sandwich and a spoonful of baked beans. When the wave hits, he passes out, and awakens moments later to the sandwich wrapped around his dick, having fucked the soft, wet mess so hard that his beans were now flavoured with his own cum. He begrudgingly eats it all, as he would need his strength tomorrow.
The tsunamis of lust slowly settle down as the festivities in the center of the village slow to a stop. All of the ponies involved lay on the ground, resting from the most powerful orgasms of their lives. Heart rests in a puddle of spunk and marecum as he holds Moonsing, stroking her mane, the little mare completely exhausted from the ordeal.
After a few minutes of cuddling with the little mare, he carries her with him back to his house and up to his room, tucking her into the bed. Looking over at the cage next to his bed, his eyes linger on Elegant, laying in a pool of her own marecum, her face streaked with tears.
“Let’s see what tomorrow brings for you, Elegant,” Heart whispers before climbing into bed with Moonsing and snuggling up to her.
Elegant wakes to the sight, sound and smells of Heart fucking Moonsing again. Her high-pitched squeaks are making it impossible to sleep. Even looking away from the scene of Heart pounding Moonsing into the mattress, the musky smell of their sex, the sound of their moans and the slapping of their hips bore their way into her head.
To make matters worse, the pink mist in the room teases her pussy, almost literally at times, as she occasionally feels a phantom tongue licking her down there.
A growling moan fills the room as Heart unloads into Moonsing again, filling her depths with more of his hot spunk. Moonsing moans as well, not quite hitting a second orgasm, but loving having her belly filled with spunk.
The sounds of sex subside as the two of them cuddle in bed, though the smell of their mingling fluids continues to dig its way into Elegant’s head, leaving her there in a haze. All the while, the pink mist continues its torturous teasing, leaving her completely out of it until a hard, slick object presses against her muzzle.
“Clean me, slave,” Heart says as he grinds his cock against her muzzle, spreading the remnants of his time with Moonsing across Elegant’s face.
Elegant grimaces, but opens her mouth and wraps her lips around his cock, her tongue quickly becoming coated with sex juices. Above her, Heart grips the bars on top of the cage and thrusts his cock down into her throat, making her gag.
Pinned against the side bars, Elegant is unable to do anything as Heart crams his dick further and further down her throat until his knot is pressed once more against her lips. Her gagging and choking around his shaft only seems to make him harder. Heart pulls back enough for her to breathe before thrusting into her throat again, moaning as she convulses around his cock.
Her lips are plastered with the remnants of his early fun, his cock already clean enough to stop, but the pleasure of her throat compels him to keep going. His thrusts slow down as he plumbs the depths of her throat, each convulsion around his shaft pushes him a little closer to another orgasm.
Her convulsions slow down as she slowly reaches her physical limit. Just as she’s starting to pass out from lack of oxygen, Heart pulls out of her throat and starts jerking off. His cock flares and absolutely plasters her face with his seed. Streaks of spunk trail through her golden mane, while a huge gob of it splatters all over her face. Some goes up her nose and into her mouth as she starts trying to cough it out.
"You're going to have to grow used to that. This afternoon, I'm letting the class have their way with you, however they'd like." Heart smirks as he dismounts her cage. "I'll be back to fetch you after I… ‘attend’ to a certain stallion who needs to be put in his proper place. And clean my partner, too."
When he leaves the room, Elegant is left with Moonsing, who scoots over to her and opens her legs. “You heard him, slave.”
Elegant nods and starts to lap at her pussy lips, which are covered in his seed. The only thing she can do is cry softly and hope for an end to all of this.
Heart steps out of his house and into the mist-filled streets of his village. The mist gently teases him as he strolls through it. The various smells of sex wafting through town fill his head with heady desire for a moment before he refocuses on his task.
Reaching the middle of the village, a large cluster of his guards already have Colorful ready and waiting for him. He strolls right up to his waiting challenger and looks him square in the eye. “I hope you’re ready to give it your all, because I won’t hold back.”
“Bring it,” Colorful spits at the ground in front of Heart.
“I will,” Heart smirks. “Form the ring.”
The gathered guards break up their clustered formation to make a ring around the two of them, isolating the rest of the village from their fighting. A small crowd begins to gather to watch their leader fight the upstart slave.
“Peaches, be a dear and release your magic from the ring,” Heart calls as he looks over to the statue, whose eyes glow for a moment. “You may use your magic only on me. Misses will be blocked by my guards, but if you try to harm anyone else in my tribe on purpose, I will break every bone in your body. Understood?”
“Perfectly,” Colorful replies curtly as he takes a few steps back from Heart.
“Oh, and you’ll want these.” Heart tosses Colorful a set of brass shoes. “I can’t have you fighting at such a disadvantage.”
“Your loss,” Colorful calls back as he uses his magic to slip the brass shoes on.
Heart waves his hoof dismissively. “Begin whenever you’re ready.”
Colorful vanishes in a flash of light, only to come exploding back into reality and slamming into a guard’s shield, which batters him back into the ring.
Heart clicks his tongue condescendingly. “Nice try, but you can’t just teleport away from this fight. Did you seriously think that there wouldn’t be something in place to prevent that?”
“It was worth a shot,” Colorful growls as he climbs back onto his hooves.
“Now, are you actually going to try and fight me?” Heart asks in a rather bored tone, “or are you just going to wear yourself out trying to run?”
He receives a growl as a reply before Colorful vanishes again. This time, he reappears behind Heart, delivering a buck to the ass that makes him stumble a little. Before he can strike back, Colorful is gone again.
Seeing his opponent is presenting a proper challenge now, Heart smirks and takes a proper stance for fighting. His stance comes just in time to parry a falling kick from Colorful as he reappears above Heart.
Seizing the opportunity, Heart grabs Colorful by the hoof he deflected and tosses him into the wall of guards surrounding them. “Nice try, but you’ll need to be more creative than that…”
Colorful snorts as he hoists himself up and scrapes his hoof against the ground once, twice, thrice, before lowering his head to point his horn at Heart.
“You're kidding. You're kidding, right?” Heart asks as he looks down at him in disbelief.
Colorful charges at Heart, his horn glowing brighter and brighter as he advances on him, and then, in a flash, he’s gone. A moment later, Heart feels a piercing stab in his ass as Colorful reappears behind him.
Despite the speed of Colorful’s charge and the added magic, the attack seems to do very little to Heart. He doesn’t even turn around; he simply does a very fast buck, sending Colorful skidding across the ground and into the legs of the guards, some of whom let out grunts of pain.
As Colorful rises, he notices that his attack barely made Heart bleed.
“That was a bit better, but still not nearly enough, if you ever want your freedom,” Heart calls back, not even turning around as he speaks.
Standing up again, Colorful’s horn lights up brightly as he concentrates on some kind of powerful spell for a good thirty seconds before disappearing.
When he reappears, a wave of electrically charged bolts of magic shoot out in a wave towards Heart. Many of the projectiles miss, but about half a dozen hit Heart, leaving several lightning scorch marks on his shoulders.
“Now you have my attention,” he smirks as he turns his eyes to Colorful.
In nearly an instant, he’s on Colorful, his right hoof glowing pink as he delivers several very fast blows. Each time, the pink aura around his hoof sends sparks of power into Colorful’s body. Despite the pain that the powerful strikes deliver, there’s a bit of a pleasing tingle that flows with it.
Colorful staggers a little as he teleports away. When he reappears, he bombards Heart with another wave of shock spells, this one more concentrated than the last. As a result, a couple more of his shots miss, though the ones that hit hit harder.
An irritating desire suddenly tickles the back of Colorful’s mind; a desire to take Heart down and fuck him into the ground for all he’s done. He can’t explain why, he just knows that he wants to pound that ass into submission.
The second barrage had managed to catch Heart in a few places that really hurt, including the face, prompting a roar of pain from him. In response, he puts his all into pummeling Colorful.
His hooves absolutely glowing, he strikes at him over and over again, until his opponent can barely stagger away.
Heart stares down at the weak, and now very lust-addled unicorn, sitting on the edge of losing the fight. “Are you ready to give up?” he spits.
Colorful drags himself to his hooves and stares down Heart’s Desire. His face is a mix of desire and determination as the two war within him.
In the end, his determination wins out and his horn glows very brightly. All of a sudden, Colorful is moving four times as fast around the arena, turning into a white and blue blur. He continues his bombardments, splattering the area in dozens upon dozens of magical bolts of lightning.
Heart does his best to dodge them, but the overwhelming number lead to him being hit over and over. One lucky shot sends him stumbling to his knees for a moment.
Colorful stops and begins charging up another shot. “Never.”
Heart chuckles, then rises up again as his body transforms into a monstrous bark-covered, wolf-like shape. In his new state, Heart lets out a howl that echoes throughout the town. Pink mist flows towards him like light into a black hole, his brown bark body becoming suffused with the pink mist, which blocks the next incoming blast of magic.
When the pink mist reaches its peak within him, his body is covered in glowing stripes and veins of pink. In an instant, he’s on top of Colorful, pinning the speedy stallion down on the ground in a single swipe. He roughly bites Colorful’s shoulder and rolls him over onto his belly. With his prey in the proper position, Heart mounts him and claims his prize, stuffing his now much larger and harder cock forcefully into Colorful’s ass.
Under the rough and sudden assault from the monster above him, Colorful cries out in pain as his ass is brutally hammered by the beastial creature’s monstrous appendage. There’s no build up, no ceremony, no care, just pure, unbridled dominance as his ass is spread by that massive cock. Heart doesn’t even last that long, quickly tying him and filling his belly full of spunk.
As Heart calms down from dominating his opponent, his form slowly reverts back to his normal zebra form, but he doesn’t come unstuck from Colorful. “You belong to my tribe. Now and forever. You lost.”
All that Colorful does is whimper and lay there, bleeding from his shoulder. Heart pulls out of him with a rough tug, leaving him there in the clearing, leaking spunk onto the ground from his abused ass. For his part, Colorful cries and prays that, if no one else, Elegant survives somewhat okay.
A fair while later, Elegant’s attention is drawn to the sound of hooves climbing the steps to the bedroom. Moonsing had left the door open when she left, telling her that she had to prepare for class. A few moments later, Heart steps into the room, looking rather messy and pleased with himself.
"Good, you're done," he says as he approaches the cage. "The class is going to enjoy having you as a play toy."
Elegant sniffles as he approaches the cage, but doesn't resist as he undoes her leash from the bedpost and leads her out of the room.
Stepping out into the town, a strange sight catches her eye. Off to the side of the town center, rather than in the pillories, a pair of zebra stallions have Colorful Comet between them. He doesn't seem to be resisting, either. As they pass the pair, Elegant can see why. Colorful’s eyes are hopeless and hollow. He looks just like the mare Peaches showed her last night, a mindless fucktoy, good for nothing but pleasing his master or mistress, whoever that may be at the time.
The route they take seems to intentionally meander around the town center, as they pass by Gas Mask, who's strapped in the pillory, looking a lot worse for wear and is currently having her pussy hammered by Osculum. Given the mess on her face and the tired look in her eyes, she's been used a few times already today.
Whisper is nowhere to be seen, however, leaving Elegant to wonder where he is and what's happening to him. With the state of the other two, she can only assume that he’s off somewhere else, receiving the same style of treatment.
Her thoughts turn to herself as they reach the school. Inside, the class is already assembled, and watching her intently as Heart brings her onto the stage and hooks her into the pillory. When he's done, her back end is pointed at the gathered foals with her tail held out of the way, leaving her pussy and ass on full display.
"Alright, class, calm down," Heart says as he takes his spot on the edge of the stage, continuing when the class falls silent. "Did everyone go out and find themselves somepony or zebra to have their first time with?"
Most of the class gives a resounding “Yes, Chief Heart,” in response, though a few of them do not.
Heart sighs. “If you did not participate in yesterday’s assignment, I’m going to need to hear a reason. Which of you is ready to tell me why you failed to complete your assignment?”
Spirit Breeze’s hoof shoots into the air, along with one other. A third rises shortly after, and then a claw.
“Spirit Breeze, you can put your hoof down,” nods Heart. “I promised you yesterday that I would take your virginity, and I was unavailable. Rain?”
“My partner was unavailable, too,” answers the zebra pegasus whose hoof shot up alongside Spirit. “I wanted my dad to show me why my mom is always so happy the day after he comes back, and he’s not back yet.”
“That he isn’t,” nods Heart, rubbing his chin. “Sounds like a very special time for you. I’ll forgive you for this, of course, but I want to talk to you and your dad as soon as you’re done, to make sure it happens, okay?”
She smiles sweetly and nods, clasping her hooves together.
“What about you, Reed Weave? Why didn’t you do anything?”
“I don’t know…” The rest of his sentence is mumbled, as if he’s embarrassed by it.
“Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
The colt fidgets with his hooves. “I don’t know who to ask…”
There’s a small chuckle from some of the other foals, but a swift stomp from Heart silences them. “What do you mean?”
“There are lots of good ponies to pick from, and I have five I want to ask, but I don’t know who should be first… How do I pick which of my partners is more special than all the others?”
Heart nods. “That is a problem. I see you’re going to need some help. While everypony else is participating in today’s assignment, I want to talk to you, personally.” With a deep breath, he turns to the only gryphon in class, “Gold Feather.”
“Yeah, I wanted my first time to be a slave,” he says nonchalantly. “I want to be a slaver when I grow up, and I’ve been training for that. So I’ll be taking a lot of slaves. You did say that our first time was going to shape our futures, right?”
“See me after class,” says Heart bluntly. “Now, everyone else did as I asked, yes?”
The class nods.
"Good," Heart smiles as he reaches up and pats Elegant's ass. "Today, you're going to help me break this slave in properly."
A couple of hooves go up in response to that, and Heart calls on a white and dark blue striped unicorn zony.
"What do you mean by that, Chief?" The zony asks.
"She's still struggling with accepting her place within the tribe," Heart smirks as he moves his hoof down to Elegant's marehood. "She needs to learn that she's nothing more than a tool; a toy to be played with, and eventually a broodmare. To that end, you're all welcome to do whatever you want to her, within the laws of the tribe."
She whimpers as he speaks and brushes her marehood with his hoof. As he teases her, he calls on another of the foals in the class.
"Do we have the option of playing with you, Chief Heart?" one of the fillies asks.
"No, not at this time. Today is about putting this slave in her place." He slaps Elegant's marehood, eliciting a whine of pain from her. "Now, please form two lines; one for her front and one for her back. Those of you not participating, step to the west wall."
Heart stands up and walks over to the closet off to the side of the room, from which he wheels out a big box. Opening it reveals a treasure trove of sex toys, with everything from strap-ons to crops.
"Feel free to use anything from this box on her." Heart grabs one of the crops and climbs onto the stage to give Elegant a sharp smack with it. Elegant yelps at the sudden strike of the crop.
The first to come up and form the line for Elegant's back is Moonsing, who swings by the box to pull out a double-sided strap-on. A couple of the other ladies hop in the same line, interspersed with colts, but most of them end up waiting to use Elegant's face. Most of the colts join the line to use Elegant's ass, but a small number go join the fillies waiting to use her face.
While Moonsing puts on the strapon, the filly at the front of the other line turns around and backs up to Elegant's face, pressing her pussy against her muzzle and commanding Elegant to eat her out. Elegant reluctantly presses her tongue into the filly's hole, which encourages her to grind herself against Elegant's snout.
Behind her, Moonsing struggles a little with applying the strap-on, and the colt behind her helps her to properly position it while she lubes up, giving her tail hole a little rimming after securing it. After a few moments, Heart clears his throat which starts them moving again.
Moonsing mounts Elegant, and roughly shoves the plastic shaft into her waiting marehood. The sudden penetration makes Elegant gasp into the mound being ground against her face. Being assaulted from both ends by fillies has a few tears forming in her eyes, the pair of them being just as aggressive and forceful about their desires as Heart was. She knew to expect this from Moonsing, having eaten her out an hour ago, but she had hoped the other filly would be more gentle.
Her face is smeared with the juices of the filly grinding her muzzle, and her own marehood's juices slick the hard plastic shaft in her cunt as it's rammed into her over and over.
Neither Moonsing nor the other filly last too terribly long. Moonsing peaks first, slamming into Elegant with a mighty scree of pleasure that leaves most of the class's ears ringing for a moment. The other filly makes a big splash of juices all over Elegant's face moments later as she moans out loudly.
When the two fillies dismount and step away from Elegant, a pair of colts step up to spit roast her. The one in front of her doesn't waste any time in mounting her face and shoving his cock against her lips, trying to force his shaft into her mouth. Elegant hesitates to open her mouth just long enough for the colt behind her to mount her and stuff his cock up her ass. The sudden, and dry, penetration makes her gasp in pain, letting the other colt stuff his dick into her mouth.
As the colt behind her lets out a yelp, Heart turns around from trying to assist Reed. “What happened?”
“She’s gripping me too tight!” the colt shouts.
“What did I tell you yesterday?” Heart sighs. “How much lube did you use?”
“Didn’t you say a sloppy mare would work?”
“Only if the hole you’re using is sloppy. You went in dry. Here, let me fix it…”
Heart brings over the jar of lube from the table and lubes up every exposed area of the colt’s cock, as well as Elegant’s asshole. “Try it now.”
The colt begins to move again, much easier this time. “Thanks, Chief!”
Heart watches with a big smirk on his face as the two colts thrust into her wildly. Their young cocks don’t go very far into her, but it doesn’t hamper their enthusiasm as they use her. The pink mist of Peaches’ magic dances on the ground around them, little tendrils of it gently stroking them and stoking the fire of their desire.
Once again, the rather inexperienced foals finish rather quickly. The one fucking Elegant’s face finishes first, slapping his crotch against her muzzle and moaning as he pumps his load down her throat.
Heart leans down, gripping Elegant’s shoulder. “He’s been a good little colt. Thank him for using you by cradling his balls with your tongue.”
Elegant reluctantly extends her tongue and lifts the colt’s balls very lightly, making him moan a bit louder. His moans are joined a few moments later by the colt in her ass who grips her hard and holds her tight as he empties his balls into her tail hole. When they pull away from her, a little spunk escapes out of her ass before it can close, making a bit of a mess.
One after another, the whole class takes a turn with her. The strap-on is passed around by the mares planning to mount her and she receives plenty of seed shot down her throat by the colts. By the time the whole class has had a turn, minus the few abstaining, she’s a complete mess. Her face drips with femecum and spunk, while her ass and pussy slowly drip onto the ground.
Heart spins the platform around so the whole class can see her face. “Tell me, Elegant, what is your place in my tribe?” he asks as he paces around the pillory, looking her over.
“A-as a s-sex slave, M-master,” Elegant replies, her voice a quiet stutter. She never told him her name.
Heart slaps her ass as he passes it. “Louder, Elegant, so the class can hear you.”
She lets out a whimper from the slap and raises her voice. “I’m a sex slave, Master.”
“I want you to scream it at the top of your lungs.” He says as he stands in front of her and slaps her face.
“I’m the tribe’s sex slave Master!” Elegant screams at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying through the classroom and out the windows earning a few whistles back. “I am to be fucked for the pleasure of the tribe in whatever way they wish to use me! To all members of the tribe, I am to be a cumdump and broodmare!”
"Good slave." Heart pets her messy mane and then presses his now dirty hoof to her lips. "Lick my hoof clean."
She whimpers, but then immediately starts licking up the mess of pussy juices and cum on his hoof. She works quickly, licking every part of it that she can reach to make sure that it's clean. When it’s spotless, she kisses his hoof and lowers her head to look at the ground.
"Very good," Heart praises as he sets his hoof down. "I think that's enough classroom fun for now.” He turns to the class. “I want those of you who participated today to go out and find yourself one of the slaves of the tribe. Have fun with them however you want, remembering what happened here, and tomorrow, you'll be back with Mrs. Grade, who will begin your lessons on proper use of restraints and crops. Class dismissed."
The gathered foals begin to disperse as Heart lets Elegant out of her pillory. She waits patiently for him to reset the pillory and leash up her collar. Once he’s ready, Heart leads her out into the village proper, taking her along a rather long and meandering path to his throne to show her off.
When they finally arrive, Elegant is treated to the sight of Colorful obediently sucking off one of the many zebras while having his ass drilled by a mare with a strap-on. Their eyes meet just long enough for her to see how broken he looks. There is nothing left of him but the desire to please cocks and pussies; to devour them without end.
Heart chuckles and continues leading the way to his throne, where he takes a seat with his legs spread. “Better put that tongue to work on my balls, slave.”
Elegant bows her head and moves between his legs, setting to work pleasuring her Master. All around her, the sounds of sex and work drift through the village. In a twisted way, it becomes a melody of her new life as a young sex slave, serving the chief of the tribe.
With little hope left, she throws herself into serving her Master as best she can. Maybe, just maybe, her dad would come with enough ponies to free her instead of ending up trapped like she is.
