Hunter's Herd

Chapters

Hunter's Herd: Morning Wakeup
Hunter's Herd: Chasing the Moon
Hunter's Herd: Lightning's Taming
Hunter's Herd: In the Garden

Hunter's Herd: Morning Wakeup

All Hunter could feel was warmth as he slept in his bed within the Clocktower Society hotel Fertile Grounds. Well that was what it was called anyways. In truth it was a long winding stairway downward into the stoney earth, with wooden doors that opened into areas that had their space/time manipulated my magic to create any room that one could want...for a time. Yet none of that mattered to Hunter as he continued to sleep. A soft, inviting warmth that one would feel at peace with as they slept begging them never to open their eyes again. To just sleep for as long as they could so that one may savor this feeling for as long as possible. Yet the strength of the waking world beckoning Hunter to open his eyes was far too great as were the pleasures he could only truly experience in that reality.

The thestral groaned slightly as he opened his eyes, the sensations of the real world around him reaching his brain more and more. As he stared at the ceiling, he could feel two forms pressed against his body while his tufted ears could hear a light panting not too far from his shared bed. On both sides of him was the warm feeling of soft, female forms pressed against him while their legs hooked onto his own. His own hands had a hold on their flanks, slightly squeezing them as more of his senses returned to him. The stallion’s leathery wings were outstretched and wrapped around the forms of his lovely subs as the scent of the last night’s activities entered his nose.

Looking to the right, Hunter gazed at Moondancer as she slept. Perhaps the most special of all his mares, even though he probably shouldn’t have one. But she had been his first and the connection they held was deep. The expression the unicorn held was peaceful, clearly having a wonderful dream as her tongue moved to lick her soft lips. Her mane of amaranth with purple and violet highlights was tossed around and slightly disheveled, no doubt from the fun the four of them had had before going to bed. For a moment he pictured her as normal, dressed in her purple sweater with strands coming out in various spots along with her tired and worn jeans. That was not the case now for her slender yellowish grey arms were wrapped around his own brown one, a leg hooked around his in order to press herself close to him. So close in fact that he could feel the smoothness of her always shaven nether region as well as the clit ring she had along his side. His arm was also nestled between her C cup breasts, each of the hardened nipples having the same nipple rings as on her clit.

A soft rustling to his left caused him to turn, seeing Wallflower Blush on his opposite. The newest addition to his growing harem, the green mare clung to him much like Moondancer. Also like Moondancer, Wallflower was well known for wearing a sweatshirt that hid her figure, brown instead of purple, and jeans that looked like they would never be free of the stains of dirt. Looking at her freckled face showed that she was slightly drooling on the blankets and her mane of green was looking more frazzled than normal. She clung to him tightly, her own piercings pressing against his form a little tighter as his arm rested between her B cups. Her body wasn’t as perfectly rounded as Moondancer’s was who had the perfect amount of fat so that she didn’t look too skinny or too plump. Wallflower’s was still soft, but just noticeably leaner.

The panting noise ended after a mare’s sigh was heard right before the final mare in Star Hunter’s harem made her appearance. Rising up from the ground at the other end of the bed was Lightning Dust.

“Good morning Master,” she purred. Standing there, Hunter could see a light sheen of sweat reflecting off her turquoise coat and her amber mane. Perhaps the pegasus had decided to do one of her early morning workouts before the others woke up. Not that Hunter minded the sight at all for he thought that the mare looked good like that. Lightning was the leanest of the group, her tight and athletic body having barely a trance of fat on it while sporting very modest A cup breasts. Standing there at her full height, she was at least a head smaller than the rest of the group as well as having the smallest flank of the group. But all that did was make her body more compact so that her holes were all the tighter. Like her slave sisters, she always made sure to keep her pubic fur perfectly trimmed while also sporting the same piercings. Things that would have been normally hidden underneath her plain white shirt and black jacket along with ripped jeans that she normally wore.

Also like the other two mare’s Lightning had on her black collar with dark blue borders as well as a lock on it shaped like Hunter’s cutie mark. There were also bands on their collars of orange and purple, showing off what they preferred in their role playing. The orange stood for a desire to show unwillingness in their role playing so that the dom would have to force them to submit. As for the purple, it meant that they desired to be objectified, abused, and firmly trained in a strict manner. Normally that also meant that Hunter would be impassionate, but the four of them agreed that they liked it when he was more caring in his training as well. The main difference between the three collars were the silver crystal studs in Lightning’s collar, telling all those who saw it that she was into playing with random strangers as well. It would also be normal to see his three subs wearing their cuffs, but since they were in their private room it would not be needed. Nor were they wearing their safety bells since they had agreed not to do anything extreme on that first night. Only when they exited the room would they be required to wear these additions.

As Lightning stared at Hunter with half lidded eyes, she placed the palms of her hands at the foot of the bed between the stallion’s spread legs. When she began to crawl onto the bed, memories of the previous night returned to him. He could clearly see with his mind’s eye three mares with that exact same look licking and worshiping his cock for what felt like hours. They took turns trying to please him and ending with all three tongues caressing his stallion meat while the scent of their arousal filled the room. When they had finished and Hunter was spent, the four sweaty ponies plopped into bed with Lightning laying on top of her master to cuddle. The bags they had brought lay piled in a corner and left forgotten. Not like they would be needing them for these next two weeks since subs in the Clocktower Society normally walked around in the nude save for their collars and cuffs. The only reason they had brought them was for show to Hunter’s neighbors.

Bit by bit, Lightning sashayed closer to her master. When she was close enough Lightning reached forward to grab the blanket and pull it down slowly. With his chest now exposed, the pegasus began to kiss and lick his average body with her rear thrust high into the air. She said not a word, but instead made purring noises like a cat. As he watched, Hunter fought the urge to push both of his other mare’s off the bed. To grab Lightning, flip her around so that he was on top, and take full control. To yank her tail, slap her ass until it turned red before shoving his cock into whatever hole he felt like. But he didn’t. He could do that to either of the wonderful mare’s in his herd while they were fast asleep. Not when they were cuddling with him so wonderfully!

As Lightning began to kiss his collarbone, the mares next to him began to stir. Looking over to Moondancer, he saw his adorkable sub kiss his arm while her glasses were magically lifted onto her face. Wallflower was getting in on the as well, licking and kissing his arm as she began to grid her body against his. Arousal was high in the air, Hunter feeling all their of their wetness on his own body. The touch of their lips again his fur, the scent of their want filling the air more and more, as well as the sounds of their desires grew. In response, Hunter’s hands squeezed the flanks which he held earning small gasps.

It did not take too long before Hunter was looking at the lustful faces of his herd. Together they stuck out their tongues, waggling them in the air as they leaned closer to each other with their eyes still half lidded. Smirking, Hunter took the hint and did the same. Sticking out his tongue, he leaned forward until he made contact. Together the four tongues slid over one another in a soft caress as their combined droll dripped onto the stallion’s form.

“I hope you enjoyed that Master,” said Lightning after they had all pulled their tongues back into their own mouths. She moved so her fine legs were on either side of him, allowing Hunter room to get into a sitting position on the bed with the help of the subs on his sides. Once he was propped up, Moondancer draped her body over half of his. An arm reached out to take hold of his opposite shoulder, head resting on his chest careful not to poke him with her horn, and her soft breasts sandwiched between them. Wallflower tried to mirror this, placing both her hands near Moondancer’s as she moved as close as she could. For a moment, she appeared nervous or worried but it was quickly forgotten as Hunter’s finger’s snaked into her dripping wet snatch. A blush fitting for her name blossomed on her face as her breathing quickened.

“I did very much,” replied Hunter as he extended his free arm towards the sub on top of him. His hand easily hooked around her head, pulling Lightning towards to properly kiss her. As her normal, the mare stiffened for a half second before her body relaxed. Like she was slowly melting as they tasted the other.

When Lightning came up for air, looking slightly lost in the moment, Hunter turned his attention to Wallflower. “I bet you thought this up together,” he said as he leaned closer.

“We did,” came the green mare’s whisper before their lips connected. With his finger’s still buried within her lower passage, Hunter felt those lips tighten as her upper ones went to work. As one who had for so long been starved for affection, her kiss was always the wildest. Loud smacks echoed around the room as the two made out, her nipples growing harder and harder with each passing second.

When it ended, Hunter only turned his head to the side to see Moondancer’s lips already ready for him. Their bodies rippled when they made contact, a slight shock of delight running through them as they made out. A leathery wing wrapped around his first mare as the other two watched on pulling this mare closer to him. Streams of droll began to escape from their mouths as the rest of Hunter’s body reacted. His fingers still buried within Wallflower began to move, stretching her walls before pumping in and out. Wallflower cried out as she held on tighter to her master’s shoulder, kissing his neck. And while that was going on, his cock naturally hardened.

“Oh, a breakfast treat for me,” purred Lightning as she pulled over the covers. While Hunter’s free hand moved to knead Moondancer’s breast, he felt Lightning turn around so that her flank was pointed towards his face. He could hear the wet winking of her slit just barely over the sounds of his other two mares as her wetness ran down her legs and onto his chest. Then he felt her slightly callused hands fondle his ball sac while at the same time her lips kissed the head of his cock.

As Lightning began to slowly lick his cock, Hunter felt utter bliss at his situation. If only he could wake up every morning like this. But, if he did that, it might lose what was so special about it. Soon it would end and he would pull all of his wonderful mares off of him. As much as he didn’t want to. But they had a lot on their plate that they all wanted to do and he wanted to more properly thank them for all of this. Yes, just a few more minutes like this.

Hunter's Herd: Chasing the Moon

Moondancer ran down the streets of The City as fast as her twin hooves could take her, heart beating quickly with anticipation at what was to come. She had been running at this speed for some time, ever since she had appeared within The City in its suburbs neighborhood. A dangerous spot for any sub to be in who wished a good chase. Within that area, the backyards were large and the homes had a decent amount of space between them so that any dom above them could clearly see a sub like her sneaking around. Even if she tried to hide in one of the many homes, the sound of breaking glass would have easily carried through the air. Not only that, but doms familiar with the area normally checked the windows and doors for signs of tampering. The only time when a seasoned sub would go there would be to set the scene with their master and those time normally involved asking the higher ups for a key. No, it was much safer to run through the more cluttered parts of The City. Places that had high levels of trash, narrow alleyways, and so much more.

She was not alone, for as Moondancer ran past the giant building of glass and steel she found herself in the company of other subs. On the opposite side of the road was a nude zebra mare who instead of the normal golden rings and bangles around neck, wrists, and legs had on a red collar was well as matching cuffs. This zebra, who was very well endowed with E cup breasts, also had her safety bell tied to the back of her tail like all of the other mares. In front of Moondancer were two more subs who were stark naked. One was a bright pink pegasus mare with a mint green mane that had a single white highlight in it. While Moondancer couldn’t see what this pegasus looked like in front, someone had written on her flanks with marker ‘Tight Ass’ and ‘Cum Goes Here’ along with arrows pointing to her ponut covering her cutie marks. Next to her was a chocolate brown earth pony mare who was running around in her lingerie, a dark see through corset and matching panties.

Seeing all of them made Moondancer feel overdressed for this. She had on a cheap knockoff of her normal sweater, one that had a higher neckline than she normally liked as well as tight, form fitting jeans. Neither of these hindered her movement, but they were uncomfortable due to the cheap fabric which caused her fur to itch. The jeans also pressed against her crotch area a little and into her piercing.

She had been glad that she had not been forced to wear this as her Master led her through the Clocktower Society. Normally, subs like her either walked or crawled in the nude proudly showing off their cutie marks as she had done. Moondancer could still feel the slight tug from the Cerberus leash as it pulled on her piercing, urging her to pick up the pace while her Master held the bag which contained the clothing she was now wearing. Of course, having your subs naked was not an iron clad rule. There were those who enjoyed dressing their subs up in all kinds of things. Even Moondancer herself enjoyed the dress up for her Master’s sake, however she much preferred the freedom of nudity, as well as allowing her Master to show her off.

After shaking her head to get her mind back into focus, Moondancer spotted an intersection dead ahead. Those ahead of her either didn’t take it in or they just didn’t care, running straight almost like a group. With one last glance at the other subs around her Moondancer made the split second decision to separate from them and make a right.

As soon as she looked down the street, Moondancer began to have second thoughts about this as she skidded to a halt. Before her was a street filled with debauchery and the perverse, her throat turning dry while her cunt grew wet. Bound mares, hippogryphs, griffons, and even changelings were seen tossed over benches and hanging from whatever their doms could find. Parts of their bodies were all but glowing red from the rough treatment as they cried out in sheer delight, wanting more. Many had globs of cum slowly rolling down both face as well as body along with other fluids as they heavily panted. Moondancer also noted that there were a few groups surrounding couples, watching and stroking their meat as they took a break from their own hunts. But there were others who were engrossed in the one on one experience of The City. One mare had her body shoved into a trash can so that only her head was visible sticking out of the top, her tail being pulled through a hole so that her safety bell was visible. Her dom stood before her with his pants down and hands behind her head as he rigorously face fucked her. All in all, Moondancer wondered how she had missed the smell of this street given what was happening.

Turning around, Moondancer began to run in the opposite direction were there was less…activities going on. However, she had only taken a few dozen steps when she heard a familiar flapping noise over the sounds of those around her. Not taking any chances, Moondancer leapt to the side just in time as her Master passed right by as he flew through the air. Heart beating even faster, Moondancer allowed herself a small smile while Hunter looped in the air in order to take another pass. He had found her, just like she knew he would sooner or later. Now they could truly begin. She would run and try to elude him, but no matter what she did, he would never give up. To show his devotion to her and, in this moment, only her. What could be better?

Mind racing quickly, Moondancer settled on a plan of evasion. Rather than turning around and trying to make a break for it, Moondancer charged forward at full speed. Hunter quickly closed the distance between them, reaching out his hands to grab her shoulders as he flapped faster and faster. Just as he was about to make contact, Moondancer’s horn lit up followed by her vanishing in an explosion of light only to reappear behind him. Without looking back Moondancer ran as fast as she could while her horn began to glow again, her eyes scanning the rooftops and alleyways as she passed them by.

Spotting an alleyway with one of the large metal trash bins in it, Moondancer skidded to a halt before dashing in. Plan forming in her mind as she went, she quickly pushed up the hard plastic top before trying to climb up. Her hooves slipped on the cold metal, making her wish she could use magic just now. However, if she used the magic she had stored right now it would slow her plan down even more than she was right now. Soon enough she had made it, slamming down the plastic cover as hard as she could, the noise giving her a slight headache as she stood in the empty trash bin, before teleporting to one of the nearby roofs she had passed. One that she had spotted having a fire escape she could use.

Slowly, carefully, she made her way down the metal stairway in an effort to make as little noise as possible. With each step, Moondancer fought the urge to pat herself on the back for her plan while also ignoring the slight dampening on her forehead as well as the slight moisture on her back. If everything went well, Hunter should have gone toward the sound and wasted time looking for her there. The trash bin should have blocked most of the light explosion caused by teleportation spells that would have been seen shining out of the alleyway. So, right now, Hunter should be slightly stumped as to where she had gone.

After her hooves touched the solid ground, Moondancer carefully inched her way to the street while keeping her back against the wall. Perhaps, she considered, it was a good thing she was wearing such dark clothing on top of her brighter coat. Had she not, it would have been easier for her to be spotted. When Moondancer had neared the exit she paused for just a moment before sticking her head out to spot her Master. The streets still had a few doms playing with their catches, one even pulling his sub down into the sewers before her very eyes. Taking a breath, Moondancer stepped out into the open.

The sound of wings flapping behind her caused Moondancer’s eyes to widen. Magic running to her horn she managed to teleport several yards away, reappearing just in time to see Hunter clutching at the air where she had been with a smile on his face. It seemed he had figured out her plan. It also seemed that he had expected her to react in such a manner for the speed he was using was slow enough for him to easily turn in her direction.

Gathering her magic again, Moondancer teleported away only to reappear on top of a building a block away. She stumbled for a moment before placing her hands on her knees as she let out several labored breaths. Sweat seemed to spread across her body like made, beginning to mat her fur and causing her sweatshirt to cling to her body. Silently she cursed her own stupidity. The spell had been a mess caused by her panic. She had wasted far more magic than she should have and it was taking its toll on her body. Until she got her strength back she could only teleport short distances and with each use of her spell her recovery time would be extended.

But, that didn’t mean this was the end. Far from it. She still had her hooves which would move her until she regained both stamina as well as magical energy. Moondancer could almost hear Lightning laughing at her lack of stamina, perhaps doing several backflips before boasting on how she could fly all day and night none stop. Thankfully this was a one on one chase, with Lightning heading off to set something up for Hunter later on with Wallflower tagging along. Standing straight, Moondancer looked around in order to gain her bearings while also trying to come up with a plan. The first part, obviously, was to get back down to the ground level. Up here she was far more visible for somepony like Hunter. It was fine when she believed she had deceived him but-

Moondancer gasped as she saw Hunter emerge before her, his body perpendicular to the building as he shot up. For a moment there was a primal fear that built up inside of her. From the way the light hit his body, causing his form to be cast into shadows with those wings gave him a demonic appearance. Hunter then paused in mid-air, flapping his bat wings to remain where he was as he looked down at her. The sight caused Moondancer’s heart to skip a beat while her cunt grew moist. A part of her wanted to remain there, seemingly frozen as he took her. For him to claim her as a prize right there on that rooftop. But she did not. Instead she got up and started to run away as fast as her hooves would allow. That was her Master’s preference after all.

The only problem was there wasn’t too many places she could go. Her only options were to take the fire escape again or jump from rooftop to rooftop until she could properly teleport again. Neither option would help her for very long.

Quickly deciding that going down the fire escape would only make her an easier target, Moondancer moved towards the opposite end of the roof as fast as her hooves would take her. As she neared the edge, spotting the opposite roof as she did so, a plan began to form. Run and dodge for as long as she could until she felt good enough to teleport back to the street. Once there, she would lay low until she built up her strength. Or perhaps she would head to one of the safe zones within The City. Not the best plan, but considering her situation it was better than nothing.

A heartbeat later found Moondancer leaping through the air towards the opposite roof. Perhaps, if this had been her first time she would have hesitated or been more scared. Instead, her many experiences within The City had given her a great deal of confidence in her leaping abilities. That as well as knowing should she be in any real danger her Master would catch her.

While she was airborne, Moondancer realized a mistake in her thinking as Hunter drew nearer. He had been too close behind her, could fly faster than she could run or leap. As his arms wrapped around her waist, Moondancer knew that this outcome should have been obvious. She had been caught. If he minded how sweaty she was at that moment, he didn’t show it at all as he held her body close to his as they floated there in the air.

“Not a bad catch,” said Hunter as he tried to deepen his voice a little while also shifting her body around. He was very careful about it, not wanting to drop Moondancer as he held her in an almost bridal position. To assist her Master, Moondancer wrapped an arm around his neck. “Now, let’s check out my prize!” What happened next was a blur. One moment they were there, slowly being lowered to the ground and the next the sound of fabric being ripped filled Moondancer’s ears. When she blinked, she saw that from her neck down was now exposed to the air due to a streak of her sweater being ripped off her body. The cool air touched her now naked breasts as the material fell to her sides revealing her pierced nipples which were growing more sensitive. Out of instinct, Moondancer arched her back, thrusting one of her nipples close to her Master’s mouth.

Something halfway between a moan and a cry of surprise escaped Moondancer as Hunter’s lips captured her bud. She could feel them moving about as they drew closer to the street level, Hunter actually kicking something down that was propped up against the wall. But she was too lost to care right now. Her Master was sucking so wonderfully hard on her nipple, his tongue pulling on the ring that it made her body squirm with delight.

Then, just as quickly as it began, Moondancer felt her Master’s lips pull away as he dropped her. After a very brief fall the unicorn sub landed on top of a mattress, one of many which were scattered down the alleyways and under bridges across The City. As Moondancer stared at her Master, her mane spread out, she realized that that was what he kicked to the ground. She also noted for the first time the rope which he had hanging from his side. That as well as the bulge in Hunter’s pants.

“What a naughty filly,” Hunter said with a smirk, his eyes glued to Moondancer’s exposed breasts. “Running around with no bra? I wonder.” His eyes then darted towards her pants. Remembering the part she was to be playing, Moondancer brought her legs together just before he could bend down. Strong arms separated them once again, moving between them as she struggled. Slowly those hands moved up her thighs and up to her crotch area before another tearing sound was heard. At once Moondancer felt the air hit her now exposed flesh, her winking pussy now free from it’s confines.

“Down here as well,” said Hunter smoothly as he inserted two fingers into her cunt. Moondancer threw back her head as she gasped, feeling those digits entering her soaking wetness with no trouble at all. “It’s almost as if you were hoping something like this would happen.”

“N-No,” gasped Moondancer, fighting the urge to surrender right away. She had to put up a little right. “I…I was out of clean underwear.” Her hands clawed at the mattress as she felt Hunter’s thumb brush against her clit. Moondancer gasped aloud as her cheeks turned red, feeling her Master toying with that bundle of nerves.

“Oh really,” he said in a disbelieving tone. “I doubt that’s the truth. Perhaps you decided to be a bit more daring tonight. A shy, bookish mare like you out on the streets hoping that you would bump into somepony. Somepony who would feel your hard nipples and these piercing through that sweater, surprising them for a moment before running off to finger yourself in the nearest restroom. Or perhaps you were planning on something more. Something like going on the night train, hoping that a molester would approach you. Somepony who would find the hidden slut underneath that nerdy exterior. Maybe even hoping that he would take you right then and there, pounding this cunt with your face pressed against the glass!”

“That’s not-” began Moondancer before gasping loudly, her legs spreading wider, as Hunter added a third finger before shoving them as far as they could go inside of her. The mare felt her back arch towards the sky, glasses falling off her face.

“Tell me the truth. Now!”

“I,” panted Moondancer, her chest heaving. She closed her eyes, doing her best to fight the desires running through her body. To put up the best defense she could. But that all came tumbling down as she felt him begin to pull his fingers out of her. “Yes! You’re right! I wanted somepony to find the slutty side of me that I keep buried. I didn’t care who, how many, or where!”

A mew of disappointment escaped Moondancer as Hunter’s hand was completely removed from her pussy. She had done what he had asked. Had she not been convincing enough? She opened her mouth to scream to the heavens more, to tell him all of her sexual desires that a nerdy mare like her would want, but no sound came out other than a gasp. Hunter had taken one of her legs and brought it to the side of her head, his other hand taking hold of her arm. Through blurry vision, she watched as he then took the rope from his hip and slid it through the D-rings on her hoof cuffs in order to bind them together. Once he was satisfied with his work, Hunter repeated the same process on the opposite side.

With her limbs bound in such a manner, Hunter moved outside her field of vision to complete her bondage. The slack on the rope began to vanish, eliminating whatever wiggle room Moondancer had. It was clear to her that the rope was being tied to something in order to accomplish this, what it was she didn’t know nor care. All Moondancer knew was that she was exposed at that moment, her hands and hooves on opposite sides of her head without obstructing her Master’s access to her breasts. Her flank was slightly in the air with her unable to restrict access to either of her holes. This was a little uncomfortable, but not something she couldn’t handle.

When Hunter returned in front of her, he looked down at his prize as he licked his lips. “Then you’re in luck,” he said as he pulled down his pants, cock spring out of its bounds. “I’ll bring the cock starved slut that you keep hidden out into the open.” Hunter grinned as he kicked away his pants before standing above her. “I’ll do this over and over again until it becomes impossible to hide that side of yourself. When I’m done with you every step you take, every look you give, and even your choice of words will tell the world that you are nothing more than a cock loving nerd. No matter how you dress yourself, nopony out there will be able to look at you without thinking ‘that’s one librarian I’d love to rut into next week’. There won’t be a day that goes by that your stomach isn’t full of hot cum or have it dripping out your used holes.”

Moondancer let out a moan as her Master bent down, grabbing her horn as he did so. Right in front of her was her Master’s mighty tool for making her submit. It’s scent filled her nostrils like no other. If it were possible, hearts would have replaced her pupils as she stared at it drooling. Drooling like the cum starved cunt that her Master made of her, kept by his side when he could have requested so many other subs within the Society.

“Test your bell,” whispered Hunter. Barely taken out of her trance, Moondancer rang the bell attached to her tail without having to move it. The sound echoed across the alleyway and Hunter nodded in approval.

“Time to begin,” he said. The next thing Moondancer knew was that his cock was in her mouth, touching the back of her throat. Moondancer did her best to suppress her gag reflex, but this had happened so suddenly she had been unable to do so. Tears began to form in her eyes right before Hunter pulled out a bit while still holding onto her horn.

Hunter gave her only a moment to catch her breath before sinking his cock back into her mouth. This time she had been ready for it, feeling the veins on his stallion meat as it slid over her tongue. Saliva filled her mouth as she tasted her Master’s flavor, thin streams escaping her lips. As it hit the back of her throat this time Moondancer made gurgling noises which earned her a noise of approval from her Master.

Over and over again, this continued. Moondancer helpless as Hunter ruthlessly face fucked her. Her own salvia burst from her mouth every time he pulled out so that her lower jaw, neck, and even her breasts became coated in it. He never let go of her horn, his thumb rubbing against those sensitive spirals of hers. She was prone, helpless to do anything in the state she was in other than to take it. And she loved every moment of it. Her pussy winked rapidly sending droplets of her juices flying behind her. Sensitive nipples hardened while the rings attached to them jostled back and forth. Her fur felt more sensitive than normal as her cheeks began to burn more and more.

Oh Celestia, she loved every moment of this. Thoughts were becoming blurred. The only thing that mattered was to please her Master. To show the one who first chased after her and her alone all of her devotion to him with her body.

Hunter then let out a grunt and she could feel his dick tensing in her mouth. Quickly he pulled out completely, several strands of drool connecting her lips to his stallion meat, before launching his load onto her face. The first hot blast struck Moondancer near her right eye, and she closed her eyes without thinking but left her mouth open. Another blast hit her forehead, the rest of the rope going down her face to her chin. More ropes followed, hitting her face and landing in her mouth until there was barely any spot left that wasn’t running with his foal goo. It was only when she felt him stop as well as sigh did Moondancer close her mouth. Humming with pleasure she allowed the cum to move about in her mouth, letting the taste roll around her tongue before swallowing it. When there was no more left, Moondancer used her tongue to gather as much as she could for another taste.

“You look good like that,” said Hunter. Moondancer could hear him move back, letting go of her horn as he did so. Then, without warning, there was a stinging sensation on her left breast while the sound of flesh being smacked rang out around them followed by Moondancer’s yelp of surprise. “A pity you weren’t wearing any panties. They would have been a perfect gag for a slut like yourself!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Over and over again, Hunter stuck her sensitive breasts careful not to hit her pierced areas. Moondancer could feel they sway with each strike and wondered if her Master was watching them with great interest.

Moondancer had no idea how long this went on for. It could have been minutes or even hours. All she knew was that her breasts were burning, but not as much as how her pussy and ponut burned to be touched by her Master’s pillar. Eyes still closed, she could feel him move between her spread legs.

“Time for the main event,” said Hunter as his cock pressed against her backdoor. Despite having cum so much not too long ago, it was still so very hard and nicely lubed. Moondancer’s eyes opened wide despite the amount of cum still on her face before rolling into the back of her head, feeling the throbbing member enter her ponut. Despite her bonds, Moondancer’s body began to move about on instinct as if trying to break free. But, if Moondancer could think clearly, being free was the last thing she wanted. Only to be used by the one her heart belonged to.

Hunter let out groans and sighs as he hilted her, grabbing one of her breasts roughly in the process . His touch upon her tender flesh sent even more ripples through Moondancer’s body, nearly completely overloading what thought she had left at this point before beginning to pound her without mercy. The cries Moondancer let out could probably be heard throughout the entire City. Or maybe even the entire Society. Wouldn’t that be something? How many slave subs out there would be asking for permission to touch themselves as they imagined the mare making that noise was them?

Hunter worked masterfully to give this his all. His hardened cock plowed deep into her bowels with enough force that her free breast bounced around madly. Her other one Hunter had not let go, his grip tightening slightly. Her poor little ponut felt stretched to its limit, but she didn’t care one bit. If her Master wished, he could do almost anything he desired for she trusted him like no other stallion out there.

As sweat began to drip onto her form, Moondancer felt him pull out of her without cumming. There was only a moment’s confusion before she felt him sink into her dripping wet cunny. Her fingers curled, turning her hands into fists as she felt him fill her foal passageway. What’s more was that his free hand had gone down to her clit ring, pulling and teasing it with little mercy. So much so that Moondancer had to close her eyes and grit her teeth to keep from cumming without permission.

The hand on her breast was removed allowing Moondancer a second of slight relief. It ended as Hunter smacked her flank hard right on her cutie mark. The mare could not help but open her eyes in surprise, the mix of sweat and cum nearly running into her eyes in the process. Quickly Moondancer closed them again as Hunter pounded her pussy and smacked her flank over and over again. With each strike she felt a burning sensation growing there, her own orgasm being harder to fight.

Her ponut was impaled once again, her own cunt juice being used as the lubricant. Hunter plowed deep inside her once again, using her as nothing more as a plaything. He thrust inside her several times before pulling out to use her dripping hole above, wetting his cock before returning back to the tighter one. Over and over again this continued with Moondancer doing everything in her power to hold back the pressure within. Tears began to leak out of her eyes. She wanted to release everything yet waited.

Then…he stopped. “What are you?” Hunter asked, not moving an inch.

“I’m a slut!” screamed Moondancer without any hesitation. Her mind felt scrambled at this moment as the words escaped her mouth. “Don’t care. Don’t want to hide. Want to be desired. Want…Want to be fucked. Please let me cum. Do anything. Do anything. Use me. Keep me. Let me cum.”

A hand touched her sweat and cum covered face, the sensation helping to bring her thoughts back into a somewhat orderly fashion. Moondancer braved to open her eyes, seeing the blurry outline of her Master. “Then cum,” he said. All restraints left her in those two words. Her holes clenched tightly as she came hard while her mind became nothing more than white noise.

Moondancer must have passed out because, when she opened her eyes, she found herself unbound on the mattress. Her face had been cleaned off and her glasses were on her face once again. She should have been cold with her fur now drenched with sweat and the clothing she had been wearing being completely removed, but instead felt the warmth of her Master as his wing wrapped around her form, keeping her close to him as they laid there within The City.

“How long?” she croaked, her throat feeling so very dry at the moment.

“An hour tops,” replied Hunter, bring her closer to him. “I was just thinking that maybe I should carry you out of here. It wouldn’t have been any trouble.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” replied Moondancer as she snuggled up closer to Hunter. “Because I’m not ready to leave here just yet. The scene isn’t over.” Moondancer reached out a hand to touch her Master’s torso, but the act was harder than it should have. Her arm felt like it was made of lead and moved just as easily. She could feel her eyes were staring to close slightly of their own will. How drained was she? Had she really exhausted herself in the chase to this point so soon? They had so many more scenes to do! She was to be dragged into one of the many private chambers within The City so that they could use the tools there! To be taken to one of the sex shops, trying all the toys there and equipment in front of others. To parade the end result of her fall to debauchery in the library of all paces! As long as no books were harmed in the process, it would have been perfect.

Hunter looked at her for a moment, no doubt seeing the weakness with her. “How about we go to a rest area for a bit first,” he suggested gently, surprising her. The sub had expected him to flatly refuse upon seeing her like this. “You can get some rest, drink, and whatever else you need. Then, if you’re feeling up to it, we’ll continue.”

Moondancer looked at him for a moment before closing her eyes while a smile appeared on her face. “Yes Master,” she said as she snuggled up next to him. Outside the world of this alleyway, she briefly heard a group run past them, but she paid them no further mind. Her Master knew best and would take care of her. Keep her from destroying herself again.

Showing her his devotion to her.

Hunter's Herd: Lightning's Taming

Hunter moved down the great halls of the Clocktower Society alone, heading towards new realms which he had never visited before. He had long ago passed the Slave Pens, pausing inside only to take a quick look at the many subs on display in their cages or chained to the walls as they cried and moaned in a begging fashion. The scent of the place lingered on his clothing as he left, feeling like a little colt who had just come out of a puppy farm wanting to take them all home with him. From there he walked towards the Cum Baths whose lines were a bit longer this night as many stallions (as well as a few mares) wished to make use of the bound subs within the various devices. Yet he did not get in line, instead he turned into a nearby tunnel and continued along his way.

Within this passage, Hunter found himself looking at one of the several tunnels that reminded him of a mall or a single street. There were not many doms walking down this way and those few that were walked alone, glancing at the shop windows as they walked by. Not that it was hard to understand why, because in each of the windows, were only one thing: mares. In every window, there were two or three of them in various clothing, stages of undress, or else bound in some many that catered to the stores theme. Some were very simple, leaving nothing to the imagination. A few that Hunter passed had subs bound with their arms tied behind their backs and from those bonds they were suspended facing the ceiling ceiling, legs forcibly spread apart with vibrators in their cunts. Glancing through the open doorways found subs tied up in similar fashion on conveyor belts like one would find at a dry cleaners. Another showed mares of all shapes and sizes bound to the wall, secured by their arms and legs which were spread far apart with price tags on their ears. There were also signs on many of the widows, proclaiming great never before seen sales or else just announcing various prices of mares who were well trained in certain areas.

Of course none of these mares were actually for sale. It was just another type of fetish granting the illusion of buying a mare that was simply less dark than the Slave Pits. Most of the subs featured were Society owned subs, ones who had chosen to give their time to places like these so that doms could have their fun with them for a time. Ones who did not care who they were with as long as the doms respected the rules and the limits set on them. When their time was over, these subs would check back in with the shops above deciding if they wanted to continue on for the rest of the day or simply call it a night. There were also subs there that had planned to meet up with a specific dom, informing the establishment beforehand and getting everything ready.

Walking down further, Hunter began to notice that some of these shops had gotten more creative. One place sported a sign featuring several mares, all of them in blinged out bondage gear which in reality was nothing more than straps of leather running across their bodies in order to draw more attention to their features. The name of the place was in Prench and Hunter could not even pronounce it, but looking in he saw that it was done so to give the establishment the appearance of high class society. Through the open door, a single dom sat on what looked like a very expensive couch as two Society slaves served him drinks and snacks. Before him was a parade of subs in various sexual outfits, either crawling towards him on all fours or sauntering towards him, as the owner of the shop gave some details about them. Another shop had more of a jungle theme to it, with the subs inside being only zebras and griffoness’ held in stockades. Row after row of subs putting on sad faces as they were forced into a position with their flanks out and hands unable to cover their bodies. But even from the doorway, Hunter could easily spot the lines of fluid running down their legs as well as the slight shifting of their tails.

Ahead of him, Hunter spotted the most colorful shop on the block. At least, of all the ones he had seen thus far. The front of the building was lined with six sandstone pillars, much different than the rest of the dark stone that made up the cavern, with glass placed between four of them. Tied to the top of these pillars were long, brightly colored ribbons of every shade of the rainbow which stretched out into the street. The whole thing reminded him of a picture he had once seen, displaying a Saddle Arabian marketplace. As Hunter drew nearer, he saw that in the windows were several collared mares in harem girl or belly dancer style outfits. At first the outfits looked like bikinis, but from their panties flowed a see through material of matching color. Golden bangles hung from their bras and their arms had a similar see through material on them. The mares laid their on pillows, hands gently caressing their exposed stomachs with their legs spread, showing off the slits in their panties allowing of easy access to their holes.

A small smile crept onto Hunter’s face as he reached into his pocket to pull out the note he had been given while eyeing the title of the place: The Oasis. Yes, this was the right place.

Seeing that this was the place he was looking for, Hunter stepped through the threshold. Much like the pillars outside, this store seemed to be made of sandstone. Or, at least, gave the appearance that it was made of such. Several more pillars were placed within the room with torches attached to them with fires burning brightly. The scent of incense flooded the thestral’s nostrils and thankfully was not so powerful that they overloaded his senses. There were no needy slave mares along the walls, but instead colorful pillows that looked so inviting. Standing in the center of the room and taller than a normal pony was the horse owner of this establishment. While most of his features were hidden behind his mask, he couldn’t hide his long beard or his dark chocolate fur. His attire looked like it matched the theme of the place, an open blue tunic with long, loose fitting white pants.

“Greetings,” said the stallion as he threw out his arms and approached Hunter. “Welcome to the Oasis, where your every thirst is quenched. We are so very pleased to have your patronage this fine day. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Burning Sands, the owner of this fine establishment and the head breaker of the slaves.” He paused for a moment, loudly clapping his hands before rubbing them together. “Now, how may I help you? We have a great many slaves from around the world, caught by the skilled raiders of Saddle Arabia. In fact, we just received a new shipment!”

“Just what I was hoping to hear,” replied Hunter as he approached the stallion, pulling out another note from his pocket. A note which his sub had asked him to give to this stallion. The two had previously gone over scenes they would like to try out not too long ago, but Hunter had never thought that she would set all this up on her own. After handing the other stallion the note he decided that when this was all over she would get an extra special reward.

“I see,” said Burning with a nod after reading the note. “You were recommended by Shifting Sands, head raider of the southern dunes.” That was, of course, not true as the horse was staying in character. “For someone like him to recommend my shop above all others is a high honor indeed. Come, come. I will show off my finest wares for you to sample.”

With that, Burning brought Hunter towards the back of the room where an archway lay somewhat hidden behind a brightly colored veil. Walking through it, Hunter felt the familiar tingle of magic. The thestral had experienced this sensation many times, the same magic that was used to warp space around certain areas of the Society to make them seem bigger on the inside. Many of the personal suites and apartments had this feature, allowing for whole armies to rest comfortably with plenty of room should the situation ever arise. So it should have been less of a shock to see a long, rectangular pool full of sparkling water that stretched as far as the eye could see. The ground around the pool was made of marble along with pillars that were stationed several feet away. Every once in a while, a palm tree could be seen in between the pillars as were mounds of pillows positioned to act like thrones.

As Hunter marveled at the sheer scope of the room, the sound of giggling and splashing water caught his attention. Laying by the side of the pool or splashing around in it were dozens of harem slave girls of all races! Ponies, zebras, griffons, hippogryphs, and so many more, all dressed in those same harem costumes but of many different colors while also displaying their collars. Many of these subs looked like they were just chilling, laughing and giggling like this was just a normal day for them. There were a few, however, who were doing a bit more. Hunter spotted a couple of them on their knees, fingering the other like the world was to end tomorrow. Another pair was in a 69 position, spreading the slit of their costumes as far as they could and digging into the cunt of their fellow slave. Perhaps they had been ordered to do this to better entice customers. There were a few who had forgone any sort of garment, running around naked with only jewelry on their bodies. One sub, a Kirin with an orange coat and burly brown mane, had on a golden chain around her waist as well as having a similar chain running through the piercings on her nipples and clit.

Suddenly, Burning Sands clapped his hands. At once all of the slaves stopped what they were doing, turning to look in the pair’s direction. As one, the herd moved towards them sashaying their flanks while placing their hands on their hips as they did so. Some, as they drew nearer, got on their hands and knees before proceeding to crawl towards them.

“Welcome master,” came several purring voices as they surrounded Hunter. Soft hands began to caress his body through his clothing, touching nearly every part of his body. Feeling their cleavage hotdog his arms, the slaves gentle directed him towards one of the pillow thrones nearby within the soft shade of the pillars.

Once seated, two of the slave girls sat down on either side of him each carrying a bowl of his favorite fruit. To his right was a completely naked griffoness with breasts the size of cantaloupes who produced a knife in order to peal the kiwis she had brought. On the other side was a zebra mare whose watermelon shaped breasts were nearly bursting at the seams to escape her sheer red outfit. This zebra picked up one of the strawberries from the bowl she had provided and brought it down to her exposed cunt. Slowly she coated the red fruit with her juices until they were dripping right off before bringing said fruit to Hunter’s lips. After licking his lips Hunter accepted the strawberry noting the tangy flavor of the zebra as she went to repeat the process. By the time he swallowed the griffoness had draped part of her body onto his, a freshly peeled kiwi within her beak. As Hunter opened his mouth to accept this offering, the griffoness lightly took his hand and placed it on the side of her boob. While chewing, Hunter kneaded her feeling just how firm her mound was as her pussy winked against his pants.

Burning Sands clapped his hands once again and music began to play from somewhere. Looking forward, Hunter spotted a unicorn mare approaching him as she swayed with the music. Her light blue hips gyrated with the melody, while her hands swayed in the air. Faster and faster she moved, making Hunter wonder if she could move like that impaled upon his meat stick. Her mane of blue and white became slightly disheveled as she moved, raising a leg suddenly while a hand went to knead her breast covered by her sheer green harem outfit. As she twisted and turned, Hunter noticed the jeweled anti-magic ring on her horn. He couldn’t tell if it was the real deal or just a dampener, meant to suppress most magic but not take it away completely. But those thoughts stopped when the mare took reached behind her to slowly untie the back of her top, allowing it to slowly fall off her body before kicking it away as she continued to dance. Now Hunter could see her long hard nipples, pierced with studs instead of rings.

“As my lord can see we sell only the finest slaves to the finest stallions in the land,” said Burning Sands as the mare continued to dance while moving closer to Hunter. Her hips circled round and round with her upper body bending in a way that reminded the stallion of a snake. “Each one is trained by our expert trainers to do everything in their power to please you. Whether it be pleasing your body with their bedroom arts or pleasing your eyes with their beauty and dancing, they will do so without question. All you need to do is pick the one that meets your fancy.”

For the next hour or so, Hunter found himself watching a parade of mares as they all danced before him one after the other. Each one belly danced before him, showing off just how flexible their bodies were as well as every curve they had. Nearly all of the ones who were clothed in their harem outfits undressed with the music, never stopping to show off their well sized breasts and flanks for his pleasure. Those who were already naked did their best to spice things up. One of them, the Kirin he had seen earlier, had gotten to her knees as she shoved several fingers into her hungry cunt and proceeded to finger fuck herself while her body writhed in time to the music. When they finished, they stood to the side with their hands behind their backs and chests puffed out. Perhaps when he was finished watching them he could inspect the feel of their flesh for himself.

Others put on their own shows of him. One of the most memorable ones happened to be twin thestral mares, both having the same cantaloupe sized breasts as the griffoness besides him on their light grey fur. Their manes were white and tied in a ponytail with the only way to tell them apart was that one had a single red streak in her mane on the right side while the other had a blue streak on the left. As they danced together, Burning Sands informed him that these two were a set as they refused to be separated. Hunter could see that as they kissed each other deeply as they danced, taking off the other’s clothing, and so forth all for his enjoyment. When they finished, the twins did not walk off to the side to stand at attention like the others did. Instead they produced a golden chain and attached it to their white colors before kneeling before his throbbing meat.

“Let go you fucker!” came a sudden and familiar cry that interrupted everything. The music came to a searching halt as everypony there looked in the direction the voice had come by. Burning Sands frowned deeply, shaking his head as he moved towards the commotion as Hunter stood up.

There by the pool was Lightning Dust, fighting hard as two oiled and muscular earth pony stallions held on to her by the wrists. She too was dressed in a harem slave outfit with hers being a yellowish amber color to match her mare. With gritted teeth she tried in vain to toss off the two holding her, but the strength difference between them was easy to see. Lightning had a runner’s lean body making her arms look like twigs to the beefy build of the two holding her. Still she tried to fight them off, even going so far as to try and fly away. That didn’t work any better as she was easily brought back to the ground with a thud.

“What are you two thinking?!?” raged Burning Sands as he strode over to the three. “Why bring this unfinished product out here to be seen by our honored client?!” As he spoke, Hunter caught Lightning’s eye for a moment. Then it all sank in what she had planned. Now he wished that Wallflower and Moondancer could have joined in. However both mares were busy as Moondancer was currently helping out with Clocktower Research (something about a new tentacle beast that had run amuck) and Wallflower was checking out the Cum Dumps on her own.

“Is there a problem?” asked Hunter as he walked past the line of mares, some still trying to shove out their chests for him to grope. Hunter ignored them and instead focused his attention on Lightning. “What is this?”

“I am terribly sorry my good sir,” said Burning Sands as he quickly turned around, wringing his hands together as he did. “Our raiders caught this one a few days ago alone in the desert before bringing her here. She is still in the early phase of her training, not understanding that she is no longer a free mare.”

“I am free you sack of Discord’s shit!” screamed Lightning as she tried to kick Burning. Sadly for her the stallion easily moved out of the way so that her hoof connected with air alone. “Princess Celestia is going to find out what happened and when she does, she'll burn your asses to the ground and then-” Before she could say anything else, one of the stallions covered her mouth with his hand so that only mumbles could now be heard.

“What a spirited tongue she has,” muttered Hunter as he reached out towards her tiny rack. “Such a thing is to be admired. I wouldn’t mind seeing it put to use serving my cock.” Hunter’s hands cupped Lightning’s small mounds, earning a slight moan as he squeezed them. He had been told in the past several times that smaller breasts were more sensitive than larger ones, which had been proven every time he played with Lightning. “I see you have already pierced her.”

“No, that was not our doing,” said Burning with a sigh as Hunter felt the ringed nipples through the material. “She was like that when she was found and brought here.”

“My, my,” said Hunter with an evil smirk as Lightning did her best to glare back. Hunter didn’t know if the blush on her face amplified the effect or just made her look more adorable. Best not to bring it up with her. “What a dirty mare. And that fire in her eyes. Yes, I’d love to see that spirit turned to serve my pleasure.”

“Good sir, are you sure about this?” asked Burning Sands. “While I would hate to deny one such as yourself, but it would be ill of me to send you off with a mare whose skills might be lacking. I pride myself on ensuring that all of my wares are of the top most quality. This lowly wretch’s skills are, as far as I know, basic and she has yet to be properly broken in. Nor has her body been modified by the zebra potions we use.”

“Potions?” echoed Hunter as he glanced back that the other mares, noting how all of them had such large breasts with the griffoness’ being the smallest. Was this part of the scene or did this place actually ask their subs to drink body modification potions? Either way it was intriguing.

Slowly, Hunter brought a hand to cup underneath Lightning’s chin causing the stallion holding her mouth to release it. “She’s fine the way she is,” said Hunter as his other hand squeezed her breast again, allowing an unmuffled gasp to escape her. Lightning bared her teeth in defiance causing Hunter to continue his grinning.

“Well, if you are certain,” said Burning Sands with a resigned sigh. “It will take time to properly break her will to fight back and to serve you. I would hate to have you leave here without-”

“I’ll finish her training myself,” said Hunter, noticing the wet patch on her pants that hadn’t been there prior. Quickly releasing his hand from her breast he heard clearly Lightning letting out a muffled cry of protest. “It won’t take too long. Just look at this slut. She’s practically a slave to her own desires already.”

“Like Discord’s ball sack I am!” screamed Lightning as she pulled her head back before lunging forward to bite him. Hunter saw this and pulled his hand back in time, her teeth snapping at thin air right before the thestral slapped her across the face. She reeled at the strike, wide eyed before turning to look at him with what appeared to be her attempt at utter loathing. Lightning opened her mouth again to curse at him but was silenced as one of the stallions held her mouth shut.

“W-Well, training them is usually,” stumbled Burning Sands.

“It is fine,” interrupted Hunter as he looked at the other stallion. “I prefer to break my own mares anyways. Do not worry, I will not tell a soul about this and will pay handsomely even if I do take her home slightly…damaged.” For a moment, Hunter stared at the other stallion wondering if he had gone too far or if this was allowed here. Part of him wished he could have checked ahead of time, but there was something oddly freeing about not knowing. It made the whole experience feel more natural. Besides, if it wasn’t allowed Burning Sands would either continue to decline or simply end the scene so there was no real worry there.

Burning Sands did not object, instead beckoning Hunter to follow him down the pillars. “As you wish, though should you find her resistant, we will be happy to assist in her breaking for a small fee.” After walking for ten minutes Hunter began to wonder if they were going to continue to walk until they reached the other side entirely! Thankfully that did not happen, stopping once they were out of sight of the entrance. There, between a set of pillars, was an outdoor play area just for them. Attached to the stone ceiling and pillars were large rings that had thick bands of rope going through them so that subs like Lightning could be bound in several different ways. Metal rings were also situated on the stone floor in various positions between the pillars. What’s more, there were racks full of items on display. Some were of the more common types: whips, riding crops, gags, paddles, shock wands, dildos, blindfolds, candle, and so on all with the Clocktower logo stamped on each.

There was one item that caught Hunter’s attention. It was a scimitar, a blade with a golden hand grip that fit the theme of the establishment. Hunter walked towards it and picked it up, finding it almost weightless. Slowly and carefully, he ran the bladed edge of the sword across his finger making sure that there was only enough pressure to slightly cut him. He drew no blood. Not even a scratch remain. Once more he tried again, a little harder this time and while he could feel the sharpness of the blade the result was the same! It was clear to him that this was one of the many enchanted blades of the Society that would cut through clothing but not the skin. Much like the clawed weapon he liked to use so very much within the dungeons underneath The City!

Calmly he turned to Lightning, still held by the two other stallions, who looked back at him with a trance of…fear? Excitement? Perhaps both. He approached her, stopping only when his lips were next to one of her ears to whisper, “Test your bell.” The ring of the bell attached to the mare’s tail rang loudly so that all could hear. It was time to begin proper!

“Make sure she doesn’t move,” commanded Hunter to the two stallions. At once, the one holding her mouth closed moved his hand, holding on to her wrist and shoulder. The other mirrored this pose and as Lightning tried to struggle she found she could barely budge an inch.

“What the Tartarus do you think you’re-” she began, but stopped when the edge of the blade Hunter was holding was brought in front of her face. The thestral said nothing, only letting the fear sink in as he placed the cold flat surface of the metal against her cheek. Slowly he brought it down, listening as Lightning’s only sound was a sharp intake of breath while pulling the blade back until the tip was the only thing that made contact with her skin. Then, when he was just below the neck, he held it there while looking directly into her eyes.

“Clothing is too good for an untrained whore,” said Hunter darkly as he thrust downward. The blade cut right through the material of her harem outfit, slicing right between her breasts, allowing the material to fall to the ground. But the blade continued to move down her belly until it made contact with her pants. Those too were easily cut through. While they didn’t fall to the ground like her top had, her crotch area was now fully exposed.

“What’s this?” asked Hunter as the tip of the sword traced around her clit piercing. Lightning choked back a noise while her face flushed even move. “Seems I was right about you. Nothing more than a horny bitch who needs a firm hand to guide her into fulfilling her true path: a hungry cock warmer.”

“S-Screw y-you,” stuttered Lightning through her panting. “When P-Princess C-Celestia finds o-out what’s happened to me-” Her words suddenly ended as Hunter placed the cold, flat edge of the blade between her nether lips. Her pussy quivered and began to drench the blade as Lightning threw back her head slightly.

“You and I both know that would never happen,” began Hunter as he began to slide the blade back and forth, his eyes on her breasts. With each sharp intake of breath, those small mounds bounced slightly and the rings to jiggle. “You were out there all alone and I bet nopony out there knows where you are right now. It might be months before anypony realizes you’re missing. Even if they do figure out that you came here, what are the odds that they would think that you’re now a slave? With how much you seem to invoke her name, I’d almost think the raiders captured Princess Celestia’s personal muffer, or perhaps plaything! An Equestrian pleasure slave if ever there was one.” Hunter then reached up to grab one of the pierced nipples and gave it a light tug. The mare let out the first girlish cry that Hunter had heard as he twisted the metal just slightly. “The only ones who will notice are probably the ones who have been enjoying this body, nothing more. Oh they might look for you for a bit before finding another whore that will put out just as much as you did. Even Princess Celestia wouldn’t put too much effort into finding you and certainly won’t go to war for you. She’ll simply find a replacement.”

“N-No, y-you’re w-wrong,” stammered Lightning, her legs beginning to shake. Slowly, Hunter pulled the blade away from her foal hole and held it up so that it was at eye level. Both ponies could clearly see it was dripping with mare honey.

“You’re body is far more honest than your mouth is,” stated Hunter as he brought the blade next to her face. Slowly he slid one side of the sword along her face, smearing the mare cum on her. “It knows what it wants: to become my personal cum bank. That fiery tongue was made to service my cock of every hour of every day while that throat was created to tunnel my cum down into that belly. Those back holes are mine to fill with whatever I see fit!” Hunter brought the blade back to him, licking the side that still had cunt juice on it. “Oh yes, I will savor every moment with you once we have…redirected that spirit. By the end of the day you will be dancing before me before throwing yourself upon my cock.”

In response, Lightning spat on him. As Hunter wiped it away, he saw the look of rebellion on her face as well as that cocky smile. Oh yes, she was enjoying this. If Moondancer was a runner, longing to be caught, then Lightning was a fighter, wanting for somepony to show her how strong he was and break her.

“Tie her up,” commanded Hunter to the other stallions. They nodded before roughly pulling Lightning between the pillars. After locking her wrist cuffs together behind her back they then wrapped the thick rope around her arms. The mare fidgeted and complained loudly that the rope was scratching at her fur yet not a single chime of the bell was heard. As they attached chains to the end of her wings to keep them erect, Hunter walked over to the tools and pulled out several small hooks attached to nylon thread. Lightning’s body stiffened as she saw him place the clawed metal on her piercings before bending over to attach end of the nylon thread to the metal rings in the floor. He made sure that they were taut enough so that the slightest movement in any direction would tug at them.

After dismissing the two stallions, Hunter took in the sight before him. Lightning bent over, held up by the rope attached to her cuffed wrists. Walking behind the panting mare, Hunter grabbed the back of her harem pants and proceeded to rip the back off with a single powerful tug. Lightning’s gasp as she was slightly pulled back mixed in with the sound of ripping fabric as her garments fell along her slender legs. Now she was fully exposed, both of her tight holes open for anypony around.

Calmly, Hunter brought two fingers to those puffy lower lips. Lightning jumped slightly at the touch, the action causing her to gasp as her piercing were no doubt pulled upon. The stallion smirked as his fingers began to rub her slowly, a mew of delight barely escaping her maw. Within seconds his fingers were drenched.

“So tight,” he said as he inserted those digits inside of her. Indeed her passage was as tight as ever, clamping down hard. “Your body clearly knows what it wants. All you have to do is surrender and you’ll never be starved for cock again. Just admit it, and pledge yourself to me, then your life will be so much easier.”

“F-Fuck you,” grunted Lightning. “I b-bet you have a clit dick. W-Wouldn’t feel a thing!” Hunter pulled his finger out, glaring at the mare as he licked them clean. He could, of course, take either hole right here. But no, he wanted to hear her surrender herself to him.

The thestral walked over to the tools, grabbed a riding crop, and then returned to the bound mare. Her head was down and panting hard, making him wonder if she knew what was coming. To make sure she was prepared Hunter lightly touched her cutie mark with the end of the crop, lightly tracing it along her small flank. He could see her hands ball up into fists and her body tense. Yes, she knew what was to come now. He need not hold back for fear of hurting her too much.

“Have it your way,” said Hunter in a cruel tone as he lifted the crop. A half second later there was a loud ‘smack’ noise followed by Lightning throwing her head back with a howl. A thin red line appeared above her cutie mark, but there was no blood. Hunter attacked the other side, the mare’s body jerking now from the sting. He knew her nipples and clit were being pulled on with each jerk, but it was beyond her control. Briefly he glanced at her bell but no sound came. So he continued.

Over and over the blows came. Some were softer than others. Sometimes there was a brief pause between blows while other times them came rapidly so that she could not get used to it. Hunter watched as her fur began to glisten with sweat and her mane became matted, droplets of sweat flying about as she shook her head. From time to time, he would catch glimpses of her eyes as they rolled into the back of her head just moments before she came all over the stone floor. And she did so more than once.

“Do you yield?” yelled Hunter in his most commanding tone.

“F-F-Fuck you,” whimpered Lightning after another blow came on her flank. This time, Hunter slowly slid it off of her before pulling away. His hand then replaced the crop, feeling her body tense up again due to the touch. Slowly he began to caress her, his hand gently moving across her flank. Hunter other hand followed, dropping the crop in the process, so that he could examine both flank cheeks at the same time. The well toned behind was as amazing as ever and any damage she had received would heal in a short while thanks to the Society’s Clinic. Of course, given how she was wincing, Lightning might have some trouble sitting for a bit.

His hands moved up towards her hips, Lightning releasing pleasurable noises as he did so. Her hips moved backwards, her bare bum touched his pants. Bending over himself, Hunter’s palms felt their way up her well toned stomach before making contact with her small breasts. At his touch Lightning let out a small hiss, probably due to how sore they were right now from his treatment.

“You’re close,” said Hunter as his hands retreated and he got off her. But he did not back away. Instead he placed a single finger on the base of her right wing, feeling her body tense as he slid that finger down the wing, onto her back, and finishing off on her left wing. There was a tremble running across her body now and she seemed unable to turn her head to look at him. “And I think I know just the way to break you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she gasped, too scared to put up a front. “To a Wonderbolt, their wings are everything.”

“But you aren’t a real Wonderbolt, are you? ” asked Hunter, “At best, you got the job as payment from Celestia.” he commented as he walked back over to where the tools were. This time he took a candle, a red one with a slight impression at the top, and lit it as he spoke. “Don’t try and lie to me. I happen to be a fan of that group. I even check their reserve roster to see upcoming new talent. So I know for a fact that you aren’t there. That and a Wonderbolt would not be in the desert all alone. They have a show in the Crystal Empire this week, completely the opposite direction.”

“I…I could have been,” said Lightning slowly after a loud gulp.

Hunter didn’t say anything just yet. Instead he walked over to Lightning with candle in hand. Once he was in front of her he bent down so that both his face and the candle were directly in front of her own. Still silent, he watched the fear in her eyes as her gaze shifted from him before turning to stare at the flickering flame. Hunter could hear her breathing quicken as she looked on to her new torment.

“I won’t…permanently damage you,” said Hunter, however his voice did not seem to break Lightning’s focus on the candle, “It will hurt, that I can most definitely assure you. To avoid this, all you need do is submit.”

“I…,” began Lightning, her words trailing off as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from the candle. “Fuck this shit. You won’t break me.” Despite this declaration, her words were not as strong as they had been. They had been delivered softly, the words ringing hollow.

“Very well,” sighed Hunter as he stood up. Lightning opened her eyes and looked up with fear just in time to see him walk behind her. With each step he took he saw Lightning’s body tense more and more. With his free hand he touched her body slowly, feeling the goosebumps forming under his palm. Then, once he was directly behind her, Hunter held out his arm holding the candle before turning it on its side for only a moment.

Several large red droplets fell through the air, landing on the wing bone. Lightning threw back her head and let out the loudest scream Hunter had ever heard her make since he had known her. The pegasus’ body tensed more than ever as she screamed, but did not thrash. Perhaps the sensations she was feeling were simply too great for her body to move. Eventually her screams died down, head falling limp as she panted madly. He watched her, giving her a few seconds to recover while the wax on her fur began to harden and then reposition his hand. A quick jerk of his hand caused more wax to fall on the opposite wing bone, the mare returning to her screaming. All the while Hunter kept an eye and an ear out for the bell which remained silent. Nor did she scream any of the safe words, even as the wax cooled.

Then it happened. Lightning came once again. Only this time her mare cum shot out, squirting all over the place like a torrent. Hunter’s eyes bulged at this sight as it went on for several long seconds. It was almost animalist in a fashion, given her position and all that. Then, just as quickly as it started, the fluids began to simply drizzle out of her before finally ending as she slumped.

Lightning was now breathing raggedly, telling Hunter that she might not be able to handle another dripping. So, after blowing the candle out, he walked over to the rack to return but also to take back the sword. Lightning seemed beyond caring what he was doing, never lifting her head or ever turning her eyes or perking her ears at his hoofsteps. He moved unnoticed by the mare as he returned to his spot behind her.

That all changed when he placed the flat end of the blade on her wing next to the wax. “Please!” she screamed. “I’ll do anything you want! Anything! You win! I’m your slave!”

“Oh?” was Hunter’s response as he held the blade were it was. “Then tell me this: what were you before you ended up in the desert? Be honest.”

“Just a horny slut like you said,” whimpered Lightning, her rear shaking a little as she said this. “You were right. I love getting pounded, not caring who or how many. Sometimes I dream about my cutie mark changing into a dick or a cum stain because I love it so much. I’ve had three cocks shoved inside of me before while jerking off two more cocks just so I could get them ready. I just love the taste of cum in my mouth. The feeling of it on my fur or filling me inside. Without it I’d go mad or die! But that’s not all. There are nights when I stay up for hours just teasing my clit or shoving things up my ponut! That’s why I pierced it. I’m nothing more than a horny bitch slut.”

“At least you’re being honest,” said Hunter, not moving the blade. “Now tell me: what are you now?”

“I’m,” began Lightning but stopped to take a breath. When she spoke up again, Hunter could hear the conviction in her voice. “I’m your toy. Your cum sleeve, a living fuck doll to be used. I’m your slave, master. All of my holes belong to you, to use as you see fit. To do with as you see fit.”

“And I shall,” said Hunter as he walked in front of her again, unzipping his pants as he did so. Soon his shaft was free of its constraints, standing at attention and bobbing a little as he walked. Once he was in front of Lightning he stood just out of reach with the sword still in his hand. Lightning was licking her lips at the sight of the precum forming at the head. “Now, lets see if you are serious. Go ahead and suck!”

As Lightning opened her mouth, Hunter grabbed her by the side of her cheeks before ramming his cock down her throat. Looking down, he could see her eyes rolling in the back of her head while tears ran down her face. Her throat began to spasm out of control while her drool escaped her lips. Had he not done this with her plenty of times before, Hunter might have been more worried. But he knew her limits very well by this point. After what they had done thus far, this was nothing.

After holding her like this for a while, Hunter pulled out slightly before beginning in earnest. With each jerk of his hips, his cock went in and out of her throat while feeling the mare’s breath on his junk. As for Lightning, she did what any true sub would do: take it and please his rod even in this condition. Hunter could feel her regaining control of the muscles in her throat, doing her best to keep them as tight as possible around his cock. He could feel her tongue lavishing the underside of his cock as it slid across her passageway. She cried out and made noises that vibrated down to his core as he face fucked her with all of his might.

As Hunter continued, his mind couldn’t help but imagine all the ways this could have been better if the others were here working with him. He could see Wallflower lavishing Lightning’s pussy and ponut or else following Hunter’s orders to plow her ass with a strap-on. He could imagine Moondancer cupping his balls or perhaps playing with the cords still attached to the nipple rings. Hunter could even imagine his two subs behind him, providing a shared rim job in utter worship.

Feeling his cock beginning to twitch, Hunter pulled out just in time to shoot his load all over Lightning’s face. The mare kept her mouth open, tongue hanging out as cum shot into the opening. As the foal batter began to drip out another blast was fired. And then another. Rope after rope hit Lightning in the face, large globs rolling downwards and falling to the ground, and still she kept her mouth open. It was only when that final grunt was heard that she finally closed her jaw.

After pulling his pants back up, Hunter began the process of releasing her. Picking up the sword once again, he positioned himself on her side before slicing the bonds connected to her piercings with a single stroke. Once she was free of those, Hunter took his time untying the rope around her wrists. The knot was a tad tricky and unsurprisingly tight after everything they had done, causing the stallion to curse slightly under his breath more than a few times before finally freeing her. As Lightning fell to the ground, Hunter almost failed to catch her by sliding his arm under her stomach.

“T-Thank you Master,” she breathed as Hunter helped her to her knees. She looked up at him, her eyelids looking heavy after everything they had done.

“It’s not over yet,” replied Hunter in a firm tone. He then got to his hooves and took a step back. “Spread your wings and remain still. This will be your final test.” With head down, her small breasts bouncing with each heavy breath, she slowly complied. Hunter could see that it was taking a real effort for her to raise her wings and even more to keep them up. They shivered and shook to the point where he would have been nervous going forward had he been anywhere else. However, he trusted his skills and the tools provided for him by the Society.

Picking up the blade for the last time, he walked behind her and placed the flat side of it against her wings. Lightning’s breathing quickened madly as she was clearly nervous to have a blade so close to her wings. Her wings were her pride and joy after all and even knowing that the sword wouldn’t damage them was not enough to cure her fears.

Slowly, Hunter moved the blade along her wing as it headed towards the wax which was now very hard. When the steel made contact, the wax peeled away from her body the way the skin of a potato might be peeled off. The cold steel pressed against the areas that had been slightly burnt, causing another sharp intake of breath. When Hunter finished, he moved to the opposite wing clearing off all of the red dots. And, when the last one had fallen to the ground and the blade had been pulled away, Lightning collapsed to the ground.

Dropping the blade, Hunter rushed over to his sub. Getting on his knees, he pulled her onto his lap watching her face wince as she did. “Ok, I think we overdid it a bit,” he said as he noticed her reddened tits.

“I…guess,” breathed Lightning in a hoarse tone. “Damn. I had…been wor-rking on…my belly dancing…skills for this. Still…that was an…amazing breaking…Master.”

Hunter grinned as he scooped up his pegasus, holding her in his arms in a bridal fashion. “Perhaps you can show it to me later,” he said in a soft whisper. “For now, let's get you to the Aftercare for some water and some much needed cuddles.”

Hunter's Herd: In the Garden

Wallflower Blush sat alone within the Milking Mare Café, her attention drifting between her PipSub resting next to her cup of coffee to the rest of the cafe as a whole. Around her were at least a dozen small, wooden tables that could fit no more than four ponies while at the opposite end of the room was the standard counter like you would find at any coffee shop. Serving the customers were two large, big titted mares who had their fur painted white and black along with having small horns strapped to their heads. Together they moved in a way that ensured that their massive breasts bounced and jiggled with each step, while making random mooing noises as they took orders, always making sure to ask if the customer wanted milk added to their order.

Yet it was never their milk at that they added. Next to the coffee machines on the back counter was a row of subs the fate of whose lower bodies were hidden by the counter, leaving only their upper bodies could be visible, held upwards by a sinister device that did not match the cozy country cabin atmosphere the cafét held. The device looked like a rolling pressed situated above and below each mare’s sizeable breasts, with levers on both sides. When milk was requested, the big titted subs would bring the hot coffee under one of those natural milk containers before pulling down of the levers to painfully squeeze out some milk. What’s more, customers had a large selection of milk to choose from as each race had their own flavor to them. They had the three basic Equestrian breeds along with a thestral, a Changeling, a Kirin, a Griffoness, a dragoness, a Hippogriff, and even a Diamond Dog!

There were a few subs within the Café, Wallflower noticed, who looked on at these mares with envy. More than once did the green coated sub notice a sub cupping their slightly smaller mounds whenever the lever was pulled down and one of the mares let out a cry of delight. Any sub of the right cup size could, of course, volunteer at the Café if they desired. But for those who were not they were sadly out of luck for the Milking Mare took pride in using all natural magic and potion free milk from naturally large mares. The use of magic and potions, Wallflower had found out during her time here, slightly soured the milk to a noticeable level.

She could empathize with these subs. More than once, Wallflower had found herself closing her eyes and imagining herself being milked like that. To have a customer select earth pony milk, to have her breasts painfully squeezed for all to see, and knowing that somepony was enjoying it. Oh, it made her wet just thinking about it! However, not only was she clearly several sizes too small to even be considered, she was also unable to produce milk at this point.

As she thought about this, a hand went to touch her black collar before slowly moving downward to the lock shaped like Hunter’s cutie mark. As she her fingers toyed with the lock a little, an image appeared in her mind. It was simple enough: her and her Master together in bed, both naked, as she held a small foal in her arms that was suckling her teat. Besides them, both Moondancer and Lightning looked on in awe as they made cooing noises. A sudden blush appeared on her face before madly shaking her head.

“Too soon,” she muttered under her breath as she went to take a sip of her coffee with Changeling milk mixed in. While she was grateful and happy to be a part of Hunter’s herd, both within and out of the Society, she was still the newest member. Heck, it hadn’t even been two months since she had accepted her black collar! It was far too soon to be thinking about foals at this point. She just needed to give it time to see if-

As Wallflower lowered her cup, an earth pony mare approached her in a lab coat. And just a lab coat as well as a collar showing that she belonged to the Research Labs. Sashaying her hips, she passed one of the Society maids who was busy at work cleaning one of the seats before pulling up a chair directly in front of Wallflower and sitting down.

“Sorry I’m late,” said the mare with an apologetic smile. “Got held up with some…well, it doesn’t really matter. Anyways, thank you for agreeing to see me.”

“It’s, ah, no big deal,” replied Wallflower feeling a little awkward right now. It was still a little odd having ponies approaching her and talking to her. Then again, this was the mare who had reached out to her earlier today.

“Ok then,” said the mare as she began to reach into her lab coat pockets. “I can’t tell you how glad the Research Labs are to have a test subject for this. Moondancer has said plenty of times that- oh, where is that thing- that this is something that you’ve always wanted to try out. If you have any questions or concerns, I’m here to- oh for the love of it all!” As she spoke, a frantic tone appeared in the mare’s voice. She soon stood up, took off her coat, and began to shake it above the table. Crystals, pills, dildos, a feather, coins, and far more things than could possibly fit began to fall onto the table with a clatter.

“Well,” began Wallflower with a timid tone as she picked up her PipSub. “I read over what you plan on doing. I just need to ask: Is it safe?”

The other mare’s ears perked at that while her rummaging slowed down a tad. “Is it safe?” she echoed slowly. “That is what we are trying to find out. As of right now I believe it is. All of the previous testing has shown that there are no lingering side effects that subjects could notice. But all of those times were conducted within the safety of the labs during a short period of time. If we ever want this to become available to the entire Society, then we need to better understand the mental effects it will have when out in the field.” The scientist then picked up her pace a bit more.

Wallflower watched her for a moment as she considered everything this entailed. She was nervous about testing a brand new product, but in return she could live out one of the few fantasy kinks here that the Society had NEVER been able to properly provide before! Something that Wallflower had fantasized before. The mere thought of getting that chance caused her mouth to water. Also, there would be safety nets to protect her the entire way. The note she had read went into great detail how much they were going to be watching over her while she was testing this to ensure she was safe.

“I guess I’ll give it a try,” said Wallflower.

-x-

Whiteness was the only thing that Wallflower could see for several minutes, her brain rattling around in her skull before slowly the world around her came into focus. Staring upwards, all Wallflower could see was a blue, cloudless sky that seemed to go on forever with a single tree branch to obstruct her view. Slowly a leaf began to fall, drifting lazily before landing on her head.

Slowly blinking, Wallflower realized that she was on her back…for some reason. Shifting her head a bit, she noted that she was in a city garden that looked isolated from the rest of the world. Large shrubs stood nearly twice as tall as her, practically blocking her off from the rest of the world. Large, thick trees stood here and there, surrounded by flower gardens with blooms of many colors. Next to her were some open bags of soil as well as some flowers that looked like she had been getting ready to plant. Was that what she was doing before… whatever happened to her? Frowning in confusion Wallflower got into a sitting position, checking herself for any injuries. Her brown sweatshirt looked fine, no cuts or tears that she could see and her pants looked as dirty as ever. Something did feel wrong with her bra however, like there was something in there pressed against her breasts. Frowning, Wallflower looked around and upon seeing she was alone lifted her sweatshirt up so that it was over her mounds. Once her white bra was exposed to the great outdoors, Wallflower brought a hand over to the fabric before sliding it under. Eyes widened in complete shock when she felt metal attached to her nipple. When had she gotten them pierced?!?

Adrenalin now pumping the green girl jumped to her hooves while pulling down her sweatshirt. Face now scarlet, she could also feel a similar feeling down in her panties causing another wave of fear to wash over her. She had gotten a piercing down there as well? When? She couldn’t remember anything about that!

As Wallflower went to hug herself, she felt something else on her for the first time. Looking down at her wrists, she saw that she was wearing wrist cuffs. The same ones she wore to the Clocktower Society! But why were they black? She didn’t have a dom…did she? Feeling more confused, she brought a hand to her neck feeling the collar that rested comfortably there along with a lock. She also checked behind her and saw that her safety bell was present. Somehow, seeing all this helped her to calm down.

“Ok Wallflower, think,” she whispered to herself. Closing her eyes, she began to go over her memories as best as she could. She knew she was a member of the secret kink society, but who helped her to join felt missing. She knew she loved it there, but the names and faces of the ponies she spent time with there somehow eluded her. As for what she was doing here, all she could recall as agreeing to this (whatever this was) and then being asked to test her bell. Then... nothing. Did something happen to her?

For a moment, Wallflower considered speaking the word that would end the scene. But something inside her urged her to let things play out. She had agreed to this after all. Looking around, she saw that the shrubs almost seemed to enclose the area with a single opening several yards behind her. Yes, for now she would just go about like it was a normal day gardening as see where things went. If something happened that took things too far she would just use the safe word and everything should be ok.

Spotting a small spade, marked with the Clocktower logo on it, Wallflower bent over and picked it up. Not too far from it was a garden with a few of its flowers dead. Looking over to the potted plants she had with her, Wallflower was left with the assumption that she was to replace them. There was even a pair of gloves nearby. So, going with the flow, Wallflower moved over to the spot and got to work.

As time went by, Wallflower could hear ponies walking on the other side of the shrubs. She found that, if she really looked, she could see past the branches and leaves to find a park bench and a long winding sidewalk. Ponies of all sorts walked or jogged past, none of them turning on the upcoming intersection that would lead to this private garden.

Finding all of this odd, the green mare continued with her digging until the sound of a hoofstep behind her caught her attention. Was somepony there, come to admire the garden? Or was it her dom, whoever that was. Before Wallflower could turn and look, a force behind her took hold of her shoulders. With a firm grip on her those hands pulled her back onto her hooves before one of them.

With her eyes now wide and her heart pounding in her chest, Wallflower brought both of her own dirty hands to try and pry off the one keeping her from crying out. She scratched his fur like a wild animal, trying to grapple him or even hurt him but the gloves she was wearing made that impossible. Wallflower cried out in fear but it all came out muffled. She even tried to stomp on his hoof to try and break free, but her assailant moved out of the way at the last possible second. Now she was at his mercy.

“I guess you do find all sorts of pretty things in gardens,” whispered the stallion into Wallflower’s ear, causing her to blush. Her? Pretty? A part of Wallflower wanted to dispute that since she was an easily overlooked mare. She was not somepony you find on the cover of a magazine or one that had a date every other night! Yet Wallflower felt something inside of her stir when she heard this as well. Something about the stallion’s voice she found herself trusting despite the situation she was now in. So much so that her arms slackened, causing her fight for freedom to pause.

At the same time the stallion was not ideal. He snaked one of his hands underneath her sweatshirt and began to feel her belly. Despite herself, Wallflower felt herself let out a small moan as his hand glided softly over her fur. Despite having done similar things to herself before, it felt different somehow. More…erotic and alluring.

Slowly the hand rose upwards, sliding under her bra with no trouble at all. Wallflower made a squeaking sound, preparing herself to have them squeezed or something. But instead her molester just seemed to be more interested feeling them up. His palm and fingers glided over every bit of her breasts as if trying to memorize the feel with his hands. Oh just thinking about him remembering her was making Wallflower wet.

Bit by bit she felt herself pushed forward, stomping through the flowers until she was directly in front of a tree. The hand that had been over her mouth released her to join its twin in exploring her. With her face planted against the bark, she felt the stranger’s knee move between her legs to spread them while his hands began to grope her harder. Her breathing became heavier, hands gripping at the tree as pleasure began to fill her being. She could feel her sweater being pulled up, exposing her upper body to the open air once again! With her mouth free she knew she should be making as much noise as possible to attract somepony, anypony to help her. But the only sounds she could make were squeaks of delight. Whoever this stranger was, he knew the right way to treat her breasts. Maybe it was her dom?

Curious, Wallflower began to turn her head to look. However, one of the hands kneading her breasts moved up to grab her hair at lightning speeds! Shocked and a bit scared now, Wallflower did nothing as the stallion forced her to keep her face pressed against the tree.

“Don’t you dare look at me slut,” growled the stallion. Wallflower’s heart began to race once more as the stallion’s hand went back to her breasts, ripping off her bra in the process. His hands had become more fierce, more powerful in their actions to the point where Wallflower could not help but let out grunted moans. The stallion squeezed at the underside of her bosoms while his leg pressed up against her covered cunt. Wallflower could feel her cheeks burning, loving every moment of this attention in this small piece of paradise. Just her and him with nopony else to-

“Come on four-eyes, move it!” shouted a voice from the other side of the shrubs. Through the shrubs, Wallflower could see a mare tapping her hoof on the sidewalk as she waited for somepony else. As the stallion began to toy with her tits, Wallflower fighting to keep her mouth shut at this point, another figure moved into view. She couldn’t see everything, but she guessed that the first mare was wearing shorts while this new mare looked like she was wearing sweatpants. Sweatpants that were clearly doing their job as this mare had a few dark spots on her legs.

As the stallion released one of her breasts and moved his leg, the other mare spoke out in an annoyed and panting tone. “I asked…you to help…me with a…light workout Lightning.” As she spoke, a thought came across Wallflower’s mind: where they really outside? In public? Could she have been suddenly teleported outside and that scrambled her memory? Or had she brought Clocktower items out of the Society for some reason? Maybe she and this dom thought it would be fun to do something like this out in the open. Stupid, but it did have its appeal.

Wallflower clenched her teeth as she tried to keep her moans quiet while the dom played with her nipple ring, tugging at it lightly as his other hand snaked its way into her pants. It felt so amazing to have that hand slowly moving downward, pressing against her body that Wallflower wanted to moan loudly. But she knew she couldn’t. As much as she wanted to be noticed, she did not want ponies outside of the safety of the Society to see her like this! Even if there was a thrill that they might get caught.

“Oh my, what a little slut you are,” whispered the stallion as his fingers glided over her clit ring and onto her pussy. Without warning or mercy, those fingers dived into her cunt forcing Wallflower to bite back anything noise she would have made. But ohh, did they know what they were doing. They hit all the right spots within her, spreading her passage in just the right way to make her weak without trying. Already she could hear wet noises coming from her cunt as he finger fucked her rapidly as unintelligent noises escaped her lips. Soon after that, Wallflower felt herself lose control of her tongue as it slid out of her mouth as the scent of her arousal filled her nose. “This wet already. And I’ve barely even started. You must really want this.”

“I,” began Wallflower, an eagerness in her voice that was louder than she wanted. Glancing over to the shrub, she saw that the two mares were still there. Damn it all! What was worse was that his fingers slid out of her snatch and out of her pants, leaving a trail of mare juice on her fur. As Wallflower began to regain her sense, fighting the urge to beg him loudly to put them back in or just to straight out fuck her so that those damn mares wouldn’t hear. His hand, she soon found out, returned into her pants. Only this time they slide down towards her backdoor!

A single finger was inserted into her ponut, no doubt her own juices making it easier for it to enter. Wallflower’s entire body began to tremble out of control as she gripped the tree like her life or sanity depended on it. She could feel it move inside of her, pressing against the walls before a second finger was added. Her face was no doubt a mess as it burned more than it had ever done before, mouth hanging open, tongue all the way out, and eyes rolled back in her head. She had to look like some sort of slut and if she could think more clearly she would agree. It didn’t help that his other hand was at work, a finger within the nipple ring and pulling on it. If there was an alicorn of pleasure she would devote the rest of her life to her service if this would continue!

As tears of bliss began to appear in her eyes, the fingers in her anus were removed and brought to her mouth. “Lick them clean,” he ordered in a powerful whisper. Wallflower gave them the briefest of sniffs. She had cleaned her backdoor before this it seemed since there was no odor. Actually, it smelled like strawberry, like somepony had flavored it for her. Had she done it herself? Honestly she didn’t care, putting the fingers in her mouth. Her tongue glided over those fingers as she looked on dreamily. “I guess I was right about you. So tell me, what do you want? Be specific or else we’ll end this here!”

Wallflower glanced over to the shrubs, noting to her dismay that they were still standing there. Because of that what she said next came out softly as she pulled away from his fingers. “Please, fuck me whoever you are. Pound my dirty, needy pussy and fill it with your seed. Take me like a fucking whore in some back alley. Mark me with your cum. I need it so bad!” With each word she uttered, Wallflower wiggled her flank against this dom’s pants. There was no point in denying it. Her body was craving what this stallion was doing to her right now, wanting more.

“I think I need a break,” Wallflower heard ‘four-eyes’ say as the stallion began to undo her pants. Panicked, Wallflower stared over at the two as they sat in a nearby bench. Thousands of curses went through Wallflower’s head as she stared at the backs of their heads, wishing they would just leave or drop dead.

This did not deter her assailant. Whether he didn’t hear them or simply didn’t care, Wallflower had no idea. All she knew was that her pants were forcibly pulled down, panties and all, just enough so that her cunt was exposed. The hand that had been on her breast snaked behind her to grab her tail, pulling it upward with a hard tug that caused her eyes to bulge. His other hand began to feel up her flank, making a circular motion around her cutie mark before giving it a light slap.

“Nice answer,” he whispered as he placed the head of his cock against her pussy, those lips winking and drooling in anticipation for what was to come. “Such a good slutty whore. Maybe after this I’ll take you home with me.”

The words struck Wallflower’s heart, filling it with joy as her foal hole was filled with cock. He filled her in one go, stretching her insides for all it was worth. As her tight hole clenched around his rod Wallflower clenched her teeth as more and more drool escaped through the cracks. Her body welcomed all of this, putting her in a state of near delirium. Wallflower’s body knew this cock, even if her mind could not recall. She had been born to service it, to worship it. Because…the owner of this cock loved her. She had no idea how she knew this, but she did. There was no disputing that this was her dom for in her heart Wallflower knew this to be the truth.

The dom…no, her dom, pulled back and began to thrust inside her. Holding her at her hips, her Master began to pound her at a steady pace as she gripped the tree for dear life. Each thrust made a wet, smacking sound as her cunt water ran down her legs. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, caused the rings to sway just enough for her to feel them move.

“Hey do you hear that?” Wallflower’s eyes widened for a different reason as she heard Lightning’s voice. Her cunt tightened up and her dom picked up the pace a bit, making the noise louder than before. Wallflower’s arms and legs began to tremble more as she stared at the high shrub.

“Hear what?” asked ‘four-eyes’ in annoyance. Wallflower felt herself relax a bit. Maybe if she knew that they were in the Society she wouldn’t care so much if she was getting fucked in public. Heck, it would have been super hot to be on a stage getting fucked before a sea of masked faces. But she wasn’t sure if she was in the Society. And if these weren’t members on the other side and they saw her, she would never be able to live it down.

Her Master chuckled darkly as his hand moved under her thigh. Before she knew what was happening, Wallflower’s leg was raised high into the air to expose her snatch getting pounded to the shrub. It was exciting and scary all at the same time, causing her foalhole to tighten even more! All someone had to do was pause for a moment and look through the branches to see what they were doing. To see the Wallflower getting pounded like the needy slut that she had always been! But were the ponies on the other side members or not!?

“Ok, you have to hear that,” said Lightning as the dom picked up the pace. Now the smacking noises they were making had increased. Wallflower could feel his mighty sack hitting her clit with each thrust making it harder to keep her moans silent. Her heart began to pound in her chest, almost to the point of exploding!

“I don’t hear anything,” snapped ‘four-eyes’. “Just give me a minute to catch my breath and we’ll get going again.” Lightning didn’t say anything, but Wallflower could see her looking around in the opposite direction. They were safe as long as she didn’t look this way. All they had to do was not-

Wallflower let out a moan like one a bitch in heat would make as her Master’s hand rubbed against her clit. Her eyes crossed as she tried to silence herself, but it was too much. It felt too damn good! Maybe if he stopped there she could regain some control over herself, but that was not to be. Her Master began to rub against her bundle of nerves, wailing cries escaping her without any flood gate.

“Ok, that I did hear,” Wallflower heard ‘four-eyes’ say as she shut her eyes. “And do you smell that?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” said Lightning, the sounds of hooves moving about.

“Here they come,” whispered her Master. “Soon they will see you as nothing more than a cock hungry whore, getting your fix right out in the open. I’m sure they’ll never forget your face! Every time they pass you by in the streets their faces will blush and they’ll whisper about you.”

“I think it’s coming from over here,” one of them said as Wallflower’s orgasm drew nearer. Who it was no longer mattered as Wallflower’s world began to spin out of control. Soon they would see her like this, getting a perfect view of a cock being rammed into her. A perfect show of just how needy she was. But they had to be members of the Society…right? If they weren’t…If she was…What would she…

“Towertop!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. As her dom stopped what he was doing, Wallflower hoped that she would be teleported away from here. To someplace within the Society. But, that’s not what happened. Instead, she was brought upright before turned around and brought chest to chest with the stallion.

“Oh Luna, I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her ear as he held her tightly. Her small hands gripped his shoulders as she cried into his chest, feeling a bit of a breakdown starting. “I should have known this might happen.”

“Hey, is Wallflower ok?” asked Lightning. Wallflower couldn’t see it, but she did hear the flapping of wings followed by hooves landing on the ground. Firmer hands were suddenly on her body, gently caressing her back as the familiar popping noise of a teleportation spell was heard.

“I told them this would happen,” groaned ‘four-eyes’ as Wallflower kept crying.

“Don’t worry, we can fix this in a jiffy.” That last voice, Wallflower had no idea who it was. Without warning she her head was forcibly jerked back by an earth pony in a lab coat before a small stone was pressed against her forehead. For a moment, her world turned white and upside down as something was poured into her mind. In rapid succession, images and thoughts began to fill her head so quickly that her legs felt weak. Thankfully her dom held her extra tight as did the two other mares who had been watching them.

Then, just like that, Wallflower remembered. The stallion holding her was Star Hunter and he was her dom. The other two were Moondancer and Lightning Dust, her slave and herd sisters! Everything was coming back, filling in the blanks! She had volunteered to try out a new magical device that would help members deeper their emersion. Suddenly a ‘rape’ scene could feel more real if you didn’t remember who you were working with. Or, in the case of Wallflower, outdoor sex with a stranger along with the thrill that you might get caught.

“Looks like we might need to tinker with this a bit more,” said the mare as she held up the stone, a tone of exasperation in her voice. “Or maybe just restrict it to higher members who can take it better. We’ll see.” She then let out a sigh. “Well, thanks for your help. We’ll be in touch if you ever want to try this again.”

“I…I don’t think I will,” sniffed Wallflower.

“You sure?” asked the mare, giving her a questioning look. “I mean, I can understand that right now you’re a little shaken up so why don’t-”

Glaring at the scientist, Hunter scooped her up into a bridal carry, “Why don’t we get you to the nearest Aftercare,” he said. Wallflower blushed madly, never imagining that she would be held this way as she dried her eyes. Without another word, Hunter flapped his leathery wings and flew off without a care of how they were dressed while Wallflower cuddled close to his chest. Briefly she glanced up, watching as the sky vanished only to be replaced with a normal ceiling. Probably thanks to magic. Her herd sisters followed, running as fast as they could to keep up.

As they continued on to the Aftercare room, Wallflower thought about this experience as well as what she thought about this morning. In her heart, she knew she belonged with Hunter. She knew that she could put her body and her heart in his hooves without worry. Perhaps she would sit down and talk to both Hunter and Moondancer about having a foal. But for right now, she had all the love she needed.