Luna's Lesson
Luna stepped into the classroom, the lights instantly coming to life as they registered her presence. She stopped halfway through the door and looked around the room. It had been supplied as she had requested, forbidding her that excuse for calling this whole thing off. She took a deep breath, exhaling out a sigh so quiet only the utter stillness of the room allowed it to register at all. “Let us get this over with,” she muttered to herself as she stepped fully into the room, letting the door close behind her.
Her wings twitched as she made her way to the podium in the front of the room. She was not sure which caused her more discomfort: the unusual sensation of being here without magic disguising her true form, or that doing so did in fact cause her any discomfort or feel unusual at all to begin with. At least the absence of her normal royal regalia still felt right, felt natural to her.
She reached the raised speaking platform feeling like a pony climbing to her gallows as she stepped up. Finally, she stood behind the lectern looking out at the empty classroom, a sight she could not help but believe would not change. Still, best to stay busy till she knew for sure. Her magic reached out and grabbed the assembled chairs and cushions and arranged them into a more preferred set-up, fanning them out in a wide arc facing where she stood, their emptiness silently judging her.
She shook her head, “Such maudlin thoughts ill behoove you Luna. You allowed Twilight Sparkle and Mi Amore to talk you into this for a reason.” She halfheartedly stomped a hoof on the stage, only partially convincing herself. “Admittedly, one that seemed much grander and more realistic at the time.” She fought off the pull of drifting off into the memory, dwelling in the past was useless, she knew that more than most. What mattered was now, and now meant preparing, just in case the empty, judging seats facing her did indeed become filled.
It was but the work of a moment to access the intricate web of teleportation magics that infused the Society complex, calling to her a plain metal case that appeared on the podium from its normal spot in her private on-site chambers. Steeling herself she opened it allowing her eyes to fall on the upper half first where she stored the tools for the few times she felt an urge to be the dominant partner.
Nestled in perfectly formed indentations in the protective padding lay her mask and her master phaser. She felt a small hint of a smile touch her lips, though she felt no true joy to accompany it. Perhaps if she felt comfortable wearing this more often things might have been different. Shaking her head, she let her gaze drift down to the lower portion of the case where lay her hoof cuffs, crystal safety bell, and two collars.
Almost unbidden her wing reached out, one primary feather drifting over the grander of the two. It was a true piece of art, forged by the most acclaimed collarsmith in living memory; a pony who had come out of retirement just to create this gift. The collar was crafted of some material even she could not identify, a mixture of magic and pure craftsmareship of which only the pony who forged it knew the secret to making. It was deep red, several shades darker than normal fora collar of its type that contrasted near perfectly against her coat. The silver studs were sculpted into miniature moons, the phases of the lunar cycle repeating twice as they looped around its length, each with a tiny fleck of moonstone embedded in it. The three, colored bands circling the collar were worked flawlessly into the material, all three flowing into each other, weaving and waving around the bends and curves rather than solid, straight lines. It had taken even her some time to see there was a pattern to the undulations, that the bands ebbed and flowed as did the tide as the moon went through it’s phases. Dangling below it was a padlock forged of adamantine. Rather than the usual Society clock emblem, staring up at her were two alicorns, one of a so deeply blue it was nearly purple sapphire, the other crafted out of nacre, the slight rainbow sheen of it only hinted at in the shadows of its case. They chased each other around the edge of the metal disk, circling a brilliant, white diamond moon and a burning, topaz sun.
It was one of the most beautiful gifts she had ever received. Yet one she had worn for its intended purpose but a single time since receiving it. She closed her eyes, her ears pinning to head.
“Well, well, well, lookie what we have here. A little lost Princess. This must be our lucky night. We get to claim us a royal slave.”
“Royal slave nothing, we get to make Nightmare Moon our little bitch.”
After that there was only a sense of anger, rage, guilt, and the feeling of her throat on fire as she bellowed. She barely heard the screams of the fleeing stallions, or did she hear them at all? Was it all something she imagined hearing? She screamed and screamed, she wasn’t sure if any of it was words and she simply could not remember, or it was nothing but pure sound. Only cutting off as a wing wrapped around her barrel and a soft, gentle, familiar voice broke through to her.
“Aunt Luna, It’s okay. . . towertop. . . towertop. . . it’ s alright. I’m right here Auntie Luna.”
She’d spent the next few hours in a safe room with her niece. Once she felt well enough to depart, she teleported directly to her private suite. It had taken months before she’d set hoof on Society premise again, and only then thanks to Cadance and Celestia’s gentle but insistent urgings. Even then, it took years before she openly showed her true face anywhere but the upper levels.
She opened her eyes, ignoring the dampness under them as she shook her head. “You know better then this, Luna stop dwelling on the past. Cadance was right that We should not have gone into The Ruins on Our very first excursion to the Dungeons. That We should have started smaller, sat at the Teahouse, simply gotten to know some ponies. She was right to follow Us when we ignored her advice. Right to be ready to intervene. Right to urge us back to the Society. Right about everything so far. . . Trust she is right about this.” She tore her gaze away from her collar, her magic taking out the strap of material below it, a plain, simple, unadorned strip of black. The replacement collar for when she had formal society business to conduct where going without some form of collar or mask would be potentially rude. The only things unique about it were that she had allowed copies of the lunar cycle studs to be worked into the material showing the phases of her Moon without displaying actual studs and the carving on the padlock, a lesser mimicry of its mate.
She slipped it on, her hoofcuffs and safety bell quickly following, the ritual of donning her gear helping to calm her. A glance at the clock over the door told her she had a quarter of an hour till her lesson was scheduled to start. Common etiquette for such things made showing up for lessons or lectures earlier than that unusual, meaning that if anypony were to arrive, it could be at any moment.
Any moment now. . .
Ten minutes till. . . “Few ponies truly arrive early anyway,” she explained to herself. The soft ticking of the clock was met in counterpoint by the quick tapping of her hoof on the wooden beams under her.
Five minutes till. . . “This was a mistake. We should not have gotten our hopes up!” She started to remove her hoofcuffs, her emotions making it hard to focus. She bent her head, trying to fight to get the buckle unlatched as she tugged at it far too roughly. She did not hear the door open till the pony in it cleared his throat.
“Excuse me Pr. . . Luna?”
Her head snapped up, her horn catching on the podium’s edge causing her to wince, her magic dissipating, leaving the loosened cuff to drop around her hoof. She blinked, trying to focus on the pony in the door and breaking out in a grin as she recognized him. “AH! Greetings friend Sip!” she called out. “Hast thou come to have your slave learn how to properly worship thine stallionhood?”
“Yes. . . I mean no, I mean, yes that’s why I’m here but also. . .”
“Come then, even though it seems that this shall be a private lesson I will be honored to help instruct thy slave in how properly to please her master!”
“As much as that would . . . um, flatter me . . . I think the other the ponies out here might be a bit upset at having the class called off for that.”
Luna stopped, blinked, her ears twitching for a moment as she processed what he had just said. “Which ‘other ponies'? Thou art the first to arrive, and it is nigh upon the time to start.”
He pulled back, looking over his shoulder before turning back to the alicorn. “There are at least twenty or so ponies out here. We’ve been waiting for you.”
“But We have been here for the last half hour. Why have they not simply come in?”
He pushed the door open further, still holding onto the edge of it. “The door was shut. Usually that means the instructor is still setting things up.”
“Oh. . .” Her jaw dropped open slightly as she took a step forward, her hoof catching on the dropped hoofcuff and causing her to slip, her face slamming into the top of the podium. She could feel her horn digging a gouge along its surface. She quickly recovered, kicking the errant cuff aside for now and nodding enthusiastically to the waiting stallion. “Well then, what are you waiting for? Open the door! Tell everypony to enter!”
The stallion turned around, beckoning somepony behind him to follow as he stepped into the classroom. A mare Luna did not recognize followed behind, head lowered in submission as he led her towards the chairs. Once the door was clear ponies began to flood in. Luna watched, scarcely believing the sight as the room filled up; a second row of chairs being set up behind the first to accommodate them all as she looked on.
She gave them time to get settled, focusing on her breathing while trying to recall Twilight’s advice on how best to present her planned lesson; beginning to wish she had taken up her friend’s offer to arrange some note cards for her. She shook her head, feeling a grin stretch across her muzzle as it sank in just how full the room was and that all of them here for her. Masked doms sat with their collared subs obediently lying on nearby cushions. A small group of unaccompanied mares bearing the badges of Cock Worshiping Guild Affiliates clustered together at one side. She even saw a dom/sub pair of stallions sitting in the back.
Once it was clear everypony had taken a seat she let out a small cough when trying to speak, her throat suddenly parched. Looking a tad sheepish she poured a glass of water from the green rimmed pitcher waiting under the podium, quickly downing it before trying again. Do not shout. Do not shout. Do not shout. “Greetings! Please, please be at ease.” She gave everypony a few seconds to quiet down, the room doing so quickly. “I cannot express how joyous it is to see so many ponies here today, all eager to learn how to truly deliver your master’s prized tool the worship and adoration it deserves. But first.” She took out her PipSub, slotting into the PipPoint on top of the podium. A display appeared above showing her credentials for this class.
“You are all aware of who I am, or at least who I am outside of these hallowed grounds. Please, pay that no mind, for in these halls I am naught but slave LN-1001. I neither ask for nor deserve any higher respect than is due any other member of our Society. However, within the confines of this room and for the duration of this class I am Luna, your instructor in the art of phallic devotion. I ask only for the deference and respect due that position.” Her wing pointed to a section on the screen. “As you can see I am a fully accredited, Ideal level member of the Cock Worshipers Guild. This lesson has been officially sanctioned by that Guild, however it is not an official function of said Guild. Attending this meeting does not require you to be a member of the guild, nor imply any onus to join.”
Every eye was on Luna, every ear turned to catch her words. All of them giving her their attention, listening to what she had to say and only because of what she was saying. Looking over the crowd, she saw no sign of anypony out there seeing her as anything but their instructor. He smile grew warmer, even more sincere as she prepared to go on.
One young mare raised a hoof, Luna noting a Guild badge dangling from it. “Yes? You have a question?”
The mare stood up, blushing a bit as most of the ponies turned their attention to her instead of Luna. “Well, I was just curious. . . if this is all about cock worshiping then. . . why isn’t it an official guild thing? Wouldn’t anypony that wanted to learn this just, you know, join the guild anyway?”
Luna gave her a gentle smile. Though she knew she would never be as good at putting ponies at ease with but a look as her sister was, she had learned a few basic fundamentals to doing so. She stepped around the podium, moving to the edge of the stage. “That is a very good question, and in fact one of the main reasons I asked to conduct this class in this fashion. Yes, the guild is eminently suitable for those who crave delivering upon our masters' stallionhoods the praise and attention they deserve, those of us for whom life is most complete only when we are feeling a strong pillar of stallionflesh sliding between our lips, who long to endlessly prove our devotion to the greatest tools our masters have with which to truly please themselves on our bodies.”
She paused, looking over the crowd. Many of them were staring at her in fascination. She fluffed her wings, finding herself enjoying this far more than she had thought she would.
“However, one does not need to devote their life to the pursuit of learning to truly, fully, and completely worship their master’s cock with the skill few mortals can match in order to enjoy delivering to their master’s majestic maleness the obeisance it is due.” She stepped down off the small stage, slowly starting to walk along the curve of the seating, looking over each pony she passed, making eye contact with them for a moment before moving on. “Indeed, many may simply wish to find a way to better please their master, or wish to be better versed in something to add the occasional extra to their time with their masters, but do not have the inclination to devote the time and effort to mastering all of the more specialized ways the Guild has of doing so. While the Guilds do allow those with particular fields of interest to come together and explore their fantasies, to refine and perfect their passions, they are not the be-all and end-all of their respective areas. They do not have final say over what ponies can or cannot do together, nor even how they should do it. They do not hold a monopoly over those who wish to explore their desires. That is what brings us here. I am not here to teach you the guild-approved ways of disciplining a slave for failing to be energetic enough in her worship, nor in the doctrine of the correct way to approach a new master’s cock. One does not need to be able to identify the species of the master you are serving simply by smell or taste alone to give worship to your own master’s cock. No, I wish to merely impart the basic understanding of this art, to give you all a firm foundation on which to build your own unique skills and ways of praising your master’s flesh.” She glanced at the clock, shocked at how much time had already passed.
“But enough of the introductions, let us begin. Submissives, you are going to be using your mouths quite extensively so all of you please test your safety bells now.” A chorus of silvery bell chimes filled the classroom, Luna waiting for them to die down before giving her own bell a quick flick. “Now, those of you with your master take whichever position you feel best to prepare to service them. Those of you without are free to observe. If you wish to gain some practice, perhaps some of these kind masters would be willing to teach two poor, desperate, cock-thirsty ponies how to show their appreciation. Failing that, there are a number of stand-ins available.” She gestured with her wing to a shelf lined with ‘training cocks’. Latex replicas of a stallion’s crotch, molded replicas of cock, balls, and even some of their rump and upper thighs. Each was molded to give the most realistic approximation of tending to a real stallion’s shaft as possible, created from casts based on guild Masters or Artisans.
“There are three fundamental tenets on which true cock worshipping is based: Adoration. Communication. Sincerity. Subs, adore your master’s cock, it is the greatest source of desire for you, it is that which you venerate above all else. In adoration, you are overjoyed merely at the chance to see his majestic stallionhood, let alone touch it, taste it, please it.” She came up behind a sub who was sitting attentively in front of her Master, the gentle, rapid fluttering of her wings and the lashing of her tail along the floor making clear her excitement even before Luna saw the look on her face. She touched a wingtip to the base of the sub’s neck, getting her attention. Her other wing extended, feathers pointing at the half erect cock dangling in front of the mare’s face. “Tell us what you see before you.”
“My master’s cock,” the pegasus replied without hesitation, her voice thick with love, need, desire.
Luna grinned; this mare was a natural, already in the exact right mindset. She gave the mare an encouraging smile then looked up to give her master a respectful nod for how well he had already conditioned his slave to crave his stallionhood. “This slave knows how to adore her Master properly,” she addressed the rest of the class. “Remember, this is about worshiping your master’s cock, praising it, needing it. Not merely tending to it, nor simply being a good sub and getting him off. Cock worship is about more than simply being able to orally pleasure your master, more than simply tending to his physical needs. It is about showing him how much you crave doing so. It is about having a deep, burning need within you, one which can only be sated with the taste, the feel of your master’s stallionhood within your mouth. His cock should be the most important thing in existence to you, nothing else mattering.
“Which brings us to the second foundation: Communication. Being able to feel that deep, abiding need and adoration means nothing if you do not let your master know just how you feel. Let him know the depths of your devotion to his member. Make him see how you will do anything, abase yourself however he wishes, simply for the merest taste of his mighty breeding shaft.” She swept her eyes over the class, noting how nearly every stallion was at full mast, even those whose slaves were focused on Luna rather than their master. “Do note that this is not about speech alone. You can communicate much through simple body language and other non-verbal ways.”
She turned back to the pegasus mare, unfolding a wing to draw more attention to her. “Such as this fine, well trained young slave. Note her posture: leaning in slightly, drawn by her master’s cock, yet reverently keeping her distance ’till granted leave to approach. The manner in which her gaze is focused on the object of her adoration, nothing else. Her tail and wings showing how excited she is to be in its presence, and how eager she is to do more. Even beyond visual signals,” Luna leaned over the mare, sniffing loudly, exaggerating it a bit to make sure her point was made, “The smell of her marehood’s lustful fluids makes clear how excited she is for this. Without saying a single word she is communicating to her master that she desires his cock, that she wants nothing more than to please it, to praise it, to give unto it every scrap of her affection and adoration.
“This applies also to you, masters.” She saw several masked faces look up at her, a few seemingly puzzled at being addressed. “Yes, pleasing you is first and foremost your slave’s responsibility; it is on them to learn how best to do so, but you can help her,” she noticed the submissive stallion sitting between his own master’s hooves, giving a small nod towards them, “or him, to do so. Communicate with your slave; let them know when they please you and when they fail. Let them know what you enjoy. Your slave desires to please you above all else, but they cannot do this if you never help them learn how. As with all things, do not hesitate to simply talk to each other prior to assuming your roles, or ‘clockface’ for a moment to speak together to ensure each of you understands what the other wants. If the two of you are already ‘in play’ when you start and wish to simply let things play out, guide her towards understanding, be it with words, pleased or unpleased sounds, a guiding hoof, a strike with a crop or whip, however you wish to best teach your slave how to please her master.”
She stepped back from the two, looking around for another likely example. She spied a pale blue earth pony who looked quite nervous, her eyes constantly darting away from the half erect shaft in front of her, barely seeming to be paying attention to her master. Her master meanwhile was paying no attention to her at all. His eyes were locked on Luna through his red and orange mask, a rather unsettling smirk on his muzzle.
Luna frowned. That expression was all too familiar to her, burned into her memory by that horrible first journey into the Society dungeons. Slowly she began to make her way towards the two, letting her gaze sweep back across the assembled ponies, pushing such thoughts aside. “The final core element to properly worshiping your master’s cock is Sincerity. You cannot fake such things, at least, not for long, nor should you. If you are merely going through the motions, feeling no joy, no true desire nor adoration for your master’s cock, then you are not truly worshiping it. Yes, you can go through the motions. You can certainly please him enough to give him a climax but it would be little more meaningful than what he would receive from visiting a cum dump.” She stopped in front of the two, the sub still seeming to not be paying attention to anything. Her ears following Luna but barely seeming to register what was being said while her ‘master’s’ smirk only grew wider as Luna approached. “Furthermore, you do yourself a disservice. If you are not overjoyed at the thought of pleasing your master, finding fulfillment in being prostrate before him, then why go through the motions?”
Luna touched a wing to the mare’s back, causing her to jump slightly. The sub looked up and flinched again as she saw Luna standing over her, her eyes quickly darting to the ground. Luna held back a sigh while keeping her expression calm, gentle, only a slight change in the way her near ethereal tail flowed behind her, her own version of twitching it nervously, showing any hint of the mare’s flinch affecting her. She ignored the stallion staring at her for now. “Why are you nervous? Are you not down on your belly looking upon your master’s greatest tool? You are here to please your master, are you not?”
The mare’s eyes stayed downcast and she let out a tiny ‘Mhmm’ sound. Luna extended her wing further, draping it over the mare’s back as she knelt down next to her. “What is your name?”
“Slave CNS-3046,” she replied in a quiet voice.
Luna heard the stallion let out a small snort that sounded like derision, the sound causing her to realize how quiet the rest of the room had become. She pushed it from her mind, focusing on the mare beside her. “Not your number, can you tell me your real name? Please?”
“What does it matter? If she’s not doing her job as a slave maybe you should show her how it’s done while you’re down there,” the stallion replied, his voice dripping with disdain.
Luna’s ears flicked down, flattening against her skull for a moment. She knew that voice quite well, had been hearing it in her head for years. She felt her teeth clench together and was about to rise up to confront the stallion when the mare next to her whimpered and shuddered.
“I’m sorry I’m such a worthless slave master please forgive me, I’ll do better!” she pleaded, her words filled with a whimpering, hopeless quality that Luna rarely heard from an ‘in character’ pony outside the most experienced submissive who could totally and fully throw themselves into their roles as debased, worthless slaves truly good for nothing but allowing their masters to rip what pleasure they want from their bodies.
“I’ll make you work for forgiveness later. Right now, this other slave needs to get to work.” Luna could hear grumblings and the sounds of ponies standing up coming from all around her. “Well? Or is the Princess too good to actually play her part as a slave?”
Luna’s head shot up, a cold fire in her eyes. Every impulse urging her to rise up and smite the foalish, disrespectful cretin sitting above her. His words stung far more than she knew they should. Before she could act, she was cut off by shouts from all around them.
“What the Tartarus, dude!”
“Knock it off! She’s not here as a slave, and you know it!”
“What the buck, asshole!?”
“Just get out of here. Where the hell do you think you are?”
“Who in blazes let this asshole in?”
Luna encased the softly whimpering mare in her magic, gently lifting her behind herself, her wings spreading out a bit to better shield the poor dear from the stallion. She rose to her hooves, lifting a wing for the rest to be silent as she stared down the churlish oaf sitting before her. His mocking grin making her teeth grind together a bit harder. There were any number of things she had dreamed of doing to him over the years – so many ways to put him in his place, to make him feel the hurt he had inflicted on her.
“What, are you going to just scream at me again Princess?”
That mocking tone, so sure of himself. Not the strong, caring, surety of a true dominant, one based on respect for their submissive. He was little more than a bully hiding behind a meaningless mask. All the years of pent up anger, at hiding herself from the Society she loved because of the ill timed words of such lowly scum. Now she had him before her. Part of her raged, screamed, urged her to tear him apart, even if only verbally. Her eyes narrowed. The stallion’s expression showed the first small hints of fear, of realizing he may have gone too far.
She leaned in a bit closer, wanting to be sure he heard her quite clearly. So many ways she could make him suffer, hurt him. This is not the way, Luna, you know this. Will doing that undo the past? Will it truly help you? Remember where you are. What it means. You know how to stop him. The right way. Nopony here holds any authority over another beyond what they are granted.”
She felt her jaw loosen, unclenching as the part of her that spoke fought back the anger, the rage. She was in the Clocktower Society. Her Society. A place she truly felt she belonged, or at least wished to feel she belonged. She could let this foul buffoon further cause her pain, further risk driving a wedge between her and this community she so loved. Continue to allow him to have power over her thoughts, her actions. Or with a single word she could remove any and all power he might even think he possessed. Remind him just where he was and what it meant. Reduce him back to the petty excuse for a pony he truly was.
“Clockface.”
Her voice was firm, direct, yet calm, with no sign of the anger, bitterness, contempt filling her at the sight of this so-called ‘master’. A simple, direct statement, yet carrying the full force of the millennia of meaning given to it by the Society, stripping him of the right to claim any authority over her. Taking back what control she had given him so long ago and denying him any excuse to hide behind to claim even more.
“You are not welcome here any longer. As the instructor for this class, I am ordering you to leave at once or I shall summon the guards to escort you by force.”
The stallion snorted, clear anger showing on his masked face. “Phhssh, fine. It was a crappy ‘class’ anyway. Not like you actually told anypony anything worth a damn about how to do this, just a lot of meaningless horseapples about nothing that matters.” He slid out of the chair, turning and making for the exit as the rest of the class stared daggers at him as he left.
Luna spied one mare about to toss a crumpled up piece of paper towards him, her magic gently catching the mare’s hoof before she threw, shaking her head, trying to tell the mare not to sink to his level, to be better than that. The mare gave her a sheepish, apologetic look and let the impromptu projectile fall to the ground.
The moment the stallion’s flank had turned the corner outside the door the room erupted in cheers, some ponies yelling a few parting insults to the departed pony, many others simply stomping their hooves, showing their support.
Luna ignored it all, turning and kneeling down again, her wing wrapping around the mare behind her who was still shivering softly. As she leaned in, gently nuzzling the scared pony she reached out with her magic, touching the network and threads of arcane enchantments that were woven throughout the Society, isolating a specific web of enchantments and pulsing a signal through them.
“I’m sorry, Princess. It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have let him make me come, he said he just wanted to see you s-suck. . . sucking. . .”
“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright now.”
Luna’s ears twisted around as she heard a collective gasp from the group behind her, a chorus of startled knickers and exclamations as if a pony had suddenly and mysteriously appeared from nowhere, likely in a spot way too far from the door to have conceivably snuck in. Luna smiled, even for the Den Mothers’ legendary skill at being where they need to be, that was fast. But then again, she was rather sure one would be nearby. Part of her boiled at the thought that Cadance felt she needed a foalsitter, but it was a quiet, dark place she easily buried as she knew this was in no way meant as a slight. Her niece had only asked one of her Den Mothers to be nearby and ready to step in out of concern for her and a wish to ensure things went well.
“It’s just, he was the first master to, to claim me for anything, to. . . to want to do anything with me and. . .” The mare in her wings whimpered as Luna made quiet, gentle noises of reassurance and comfort.
The distraught mare froze as she felt a new pony kneel down next to her. Luna turned her head, giving the unicorn a respectful nod. “Greetings, Den Mother Starsong. I had a feeling you would be close by. Please convey my gratitude for her concern to your Den Matriarch.”
“I will, but first.” The Den Mother leaned in, nuzzling the whimpering mare gently, soothingly. “It’ll be alright little one. I’m going to take care of you. Everything will be just fine. We’ll go someplace safe and get you all cleaned up.” She spoke in a calming, soothing, motherly tone, one that Luna knew firsthoof was second only to her sister’s at calming worried, anxious ponies. As she spoke the Den Mother’s magic pulled a large, white, incredibly fluffy looking robe from her satchel. She lifted up the pony and wrapped her in it, holding her in front of her and extending her wings around to further embrace the mare and help her feel secure.
Luna shook her head, even knowing the wings were merely an illusion, she could never get quite used to seeing them.
The Den Mother continued to nuzzle and speak softly to her newest charge till she calmed down, relaxing in the loving embrace. Starsong turned, heading for the door. Luna saw a few of the ponies in the class looking around puzzled, likely trying to work out just where the unicorn had come from. Most though were simply watching the Den Mother with looks of sympathy, understanding, and a few looks of fondness, even from the masked stallions. Luna wondered just how many of these ponies had been helped in a similar way by a Den Mother.
Starsong paused, looking back over her shoulder at the alicorn. “And Luna. You handled that very well. I’m proud of you. That. . . colt. . . and his group are nothing but trouble. Unfortunately they know how to stay just inside the rules.”
“Indeed, and yet. . .” Luna looked over the rest of the ponies in the room. Nearly all had been quick to leap to defend her honor from the foalish cur. All of them had made clear how little they would tolerate such behavior, how it was against the very core of what they stood for. They were ready to do the same as her in seeing to the needs of a clearly distressed pony. And now, making clear – just through the reverent silence as she and Starsong tended to the needy mare, and looks of understanding at her plight – just how much they cared. Luna had never felt prouder to be among these ponies. “We know they are but a small few. We all know they are not what this Society represents in the slightest.”
Her eyes caught something just out of the corner of her vision. A small bookcase that had been set against one of the walls was pushed forward just a little on one end. Luna shook her head, her magic pushing the disguised hatch fully closed. “A bookcase, Starsong? Really? Such things were cliché even a thousand years ago.”
“Well, the classics are classics for a reason.” Starsong quickly left, speaking calming, reassuring words to her latest charge. Luna noted her fellow Mentor, Sip, watching the two with a look of sympathy and understanding that could only come from personal experience. Luna turned to the pedestal. “Artemis?” She waited for the chime of recognition from her PipSub. “Make a note for me to speak with the Council about better ensuring new arrivals are looked after, to make sure they are properly integrating. Also, please look up who the Mentors for that mare are.”
“Would you like me to set up a meeting with them for you?”
“No. Forward the information to Den Mother Starsong along with a note asking if she would like some company when she meets with them please.”
“Very well. Is there anything else, Miss Luna?”
“That will be all for now.”
She turned back to the assembled class. Most had gotten back in their seats though several were still standing and a few of the mares were still in positions to adore their stallion’s cocks. “If any of you would like to depart I will understand, that disruption has rather severely ‘killed the mood’ as it is called.” She waited a few moments, seeing a lot of heads quietly shake back and forth, the ponies still standing quickly moving to take their seats, giving her their attention once again. She took a deep breath trying to steady herself against the rush of pride and joy it gave her. “Very well, if we are to continue I believe now would be a good time for any questions you might have.”
Several hooves shot up, Luna looking around for a likely first question. She spied one leg waving in the air with a Cock Worshiping Guild Numerary badge on it. “Yes?” A quick bit of magic illuminated the mare’s hoof, making sure she knew she was the one being asked.
“Well, I’m just curious. . . Not, not to be rude or anything.” She glared at the doorway a moment before turning back. “But, you really haven’t told us much about how to do this. There are all kinds of techniques, and positions, and procedures and all that the guild teaches, and, ummm, well. . .” She trailed off, looking nervous slowly sinking back onto her cushion.
Luna wanted to let her ears droop a bit, to sigh. Not from her question, but the way it ended. The fear, the concern about ‘offending’ her. But she kept her smile on her muzzle. It was hardly the mare’s fault she invoked this reaction in so many. Still, she was here for a reason. “That is a very valid question and you are absolutely right. I have not spoken about techniques, about ‘stances’ or ‘approaches’ or ‘methods’ or the other things the Guild is so fascinated with. I have not spoken of them because I do not believe they are what truly matters when it comes to fully and totally worshiping your master’s cock. Yes, they can certainly help. Knowing them can most assuredly allow you to do better at your task, or teach you new ways to please your master. We are not saying they have no place and I eagerly encourage any pony that wishes to take their ability to please and adore a cock to its fullest to join the Guild and study them. However, We also believe the Guild places far too much emphasis on these forms on ‘proper procedure’ on the rituals it has created and holds far too dear. It gets too focused on the method, and forgets the reason at times. Beyond that which We have said already, there is naught We can actually teach you about the ‘right’ way to please your Master’s cock, because there is no one ‘right way’. It will be different for every pairing, every master, every slave. The only ‘right way’ is the way that brings the two of you the most pleasure.”
Luna began to pace as she spoke, her wings flared out behind her. She made wide, sweeping gestures with her forelegs every few step as her voice grew louder, going from the steady, comforting teaching voice she’d practiced with Twilight to the more bellicose, passionate and forceful sound she was more well known for.
“Worshiping cock is a deeply personal affair. It is a sign of complete and utter devotion to your master, showing to him just how deeply one craves the feel of his hot flesh on thine body, the scent of his musk filling thine nostrils, how the taste of his rich seed is the greatest ambrosia thou couldst ever taste. The way his slightest moan at thine efforts will send shivers of pleasure washing over thine form. That the smallest hint that thou art delivering him but the tiniest fraction of pleasure thou receive simply by being near his greatest instrument is a symphony to thine ears more beautiful than any orchestra could perform. How the sight of his throbbing, engorged maleness rising above thee is like a tower holding the greatest treasure thou couldst ever wish for, one you will do anything to climb with thy lips, thy tongue, thy soul.”
She looked out over the class, seeing the stunned, rather amazed expressions, realizing just what she had been doing. With a blush she stepped back, letting her wings fold back to her sides. “We apologize. As you might tell, this is a topic on which We are most passionate.”
“It shows,” one random stallion in the crowd spoke up.
“That was just. . . incredible! It almost makes me wish I was gay so I could do this myself,” another spoke up.
“Well, if ya want to try anyway, I’m sure I could free up some time!” the stallion with his own male slave called out, drawing a good deal of laughter from the ponies.
Luna joined in, sharing in the joy for a moment before holding up a wing for silence. “That said, there is great use in learning more techniques, in better understanding the ways in which one may pleasure your master. But never forget that first and foremost it is about expressing your true, deep, sincere adoration, love, and need for it. Now are there any particular questions about some techniques? Yes, the green mare over there.”
“How is a good way to start? Do we just dive in, or, should we take it slow?”
“As always, it depends on what you and your master enjoy. Personally, I prefer a slower, more gradual approach. Begin nuzzling, working up their leg, treasure each moment and make it last, feel his cock, his balls, inhale his scent. Proceeding on to kissing, then licking, and only after the desire is overwhelming do I actually give in and take it between my lips.”
A masked stallion stood up as she pointed to him. “How much control should the master exert? Should we tell them what to do? Or, just let them know if they are doing a good or bad job?”
“On the whole, I would advise that in this at least, the master take as hooves-off an approach as possible. This is your slave showing you, proving to you, her devotion. Allow her to do so in her own way. If you do wish to be more active, rather than telling her what to do, tell what she may not do. Set limits, make her wait, make her plead and beg with you for the right to feel your cock, to taste it, to drink your seed. Only when she has done so to your satisfaction do you allow her to increase her ministrations to the next level.”
“What about wings or magic?”
“Now we are getting into some rather advanced applications. Or did you mean simply the appendages themselves? By all means, use whatever methods you have to please your master. The soft, downy strokes of your feathers, the gentle soothing caress of your magic. Even your horn itself can be used, if carefully. Touching it to something as sensitive as a stallion’s penis while running mana through it can produce a wonderfully pleasant sensation, not to mention the intimacy of allowing your horn to touch another pony, let alone in such a manner. However, keep in mind that if your dom is not a unicorn, he is unlikely to understand just how much such contact means. Do not think that lacking either of those puts earth ponies at any sort of disadvantage either. Their ability to better channel magic through their hooves gives them greater dexterity, gripping strength, and sensitivity, making them better able to hold and stroke a cock. Or if they are exceptionally skilled, allow them to do some rather unique effects. But as I said, those are things best left for after you have mastered the basics. As a note, unicorns, it is rarely wise to use magic on your master without his express permission, and as to pegasus weather magic, yes if used correctly it can add many new forms of pleasure to the mix, but again it is something no novice should attempt.”
She proceeded for several more minutes, answering question after question, some rather surprisingly insightful, others simply correcting mistaken beliefs.
One mare raised her hoof, looking rather uncertain, starting to put it back down when Luna moved over to her. “You had a question?”
“Yes, but it’s not about this. I umm. . . I had a question for you. Well, about you.”
Luna refrained from either chuckling or sighing, she wasn’t quite sure which she would have ended up doing. She was surprised it had taken this long for such a thing to happen, yet the pony looked so sincere in being curious. She could indulge some curiosity “You may ask.”
“It’s about you padlock. I was just wondering what it was. I’ve never heard of a pony having a cutie mark of the picture on the flag before. . .”
Luna’s wing came around, gently pressing a primary feather to the object in question. “No, it is not anypony’s cutie mark, and yes, you are correct it is a version of the image upon the Equestrian Flag. It is also the official seal of Equestria. A submissive’s padlock shows who they belong to above all others. The one who, by the slave’s own choice, owns them, to whom they are devoted first and foremost. I choose this emblem as a symbol and a reminder to myself of where my truest duty, responsibility, and devotion lies. To serve as a symbol for that which I serve unconditionally, of my own free will. Above all others, even this grand Society, my greatest devotion is to Equestria itself. Its needs must always come before all others, even my own.”
She had barely thought while reciting the answer, having long rehearsed it, long spoken those words to herself, often thought them whenever looking on her sadly so seldom used collars. Simply speaking it by rote. Only when she was done did she notice the mare was looking up at her with an expression of adoration, a hint of tears in her eyes.
“That is. . . so beautiful. Thank you, Princess Luna.” The pony smiled up at her, wiping her eyes. Looking around Luna could see many others doing the same. Even hearing a few more soft 'thank you’s'. She gave them a quick, slightly awkward bow.
“You are all very welcome, my little ponies.” Her vision blurred a bit as she felt tears of her own starting to well up. With a glance at the clock she held up her wing for silence. “Now, we are nearing the end of our scheduled time, so I would like those of you that have partners to begin a worshiping service on them. Test out what you have learned and I will come around and help guide you based on what I see.”
As the ponies started on that she turned back to the podium, pouring herself another glass of water. She kept her breathing steady; so far this had gone far better than she had ever hoped. Even the altercation had only served to further remind her of everything she loved about this place and these ponies. She shook her head, feeling like a foal for having been so scared, at having isolated herself so much. And yet, while she was rejoicing in being so accepted she still could not make herself believe it could be so easy. While they may accept her as a teacher and listen to her advice, would they really see her as an equal? Could they see her as a willing, devoted slave no different than any other? Not treated differently, not feared or coveted simply for who she was outside. Finishing off the water, she let out a small snort, forcing the thoughts out for now. She could worry about that later; now it was time to help these ponies in the one way she knew she could.
Making sure her expression was back to her best gentle, at ease smile she turned back to the class, chuckling a bit as she saw just how eagerly the majority were going at it already. Stepping over to get a better look and see where her advice could be used, she noted the eager young pegasus mare she’d used as an example earlier was rather furiously attacking her master’s cock, leaving the stallion looking rather shocked and overwhelmed by the shear hunger and need of her. She touched a wing tip to her back. “Great adoration, and amazing sincerity, but don’t forget to pay attention to what your dom’s body is telling you, let it guide your actions. You want your master to feel like he’s being worshiped, not devoured. Also remember that a slow build up can make the final moments much more intense for both of you.” The mare nodded, slowing down just a little bit as her master reached down a hoof to start guiding her a little more.
She passed by Sip, taking a moment to watch his sub work and giving the stallion a small nod. His slave was going a bit slower, taking her time slightly more than most of the mares, being more gentle, but clearly radiating her need and her pleasure in her actions in the small moans she made and what Luna assumed to be her arousal’s scent, though at this point it was becoming harder to single out individual such scents as more and more of the mares began to freely leak.
Leaving them she passed through the ponies giving a few pointers: helping one mare work out how best to fit both her mouth, a hoof, and a wing all close enough to work on her master’s stallionhood at once; gently reminding another that while biting might, indeed, be a valid way to add excitement one should both ensure their dom is up for it, and to be careful with how hard they bite; barely restraining a snort as one eager mare got a bit too vigorous with how fast she was moving her head to lick and suck her prize and received a mouthful of her own rather long mane.
Looking over the group they seemed to be doing well, she could see plenty of things that would get them punished for doing or not doing if they tried it on any official guild training or presentation, but they were eager and enjoying themselves. The rest could come later. They seemed to have a rather firm understanding of the basics at least. She beamed as she walked between the ponies, her ponies, feeling more at home and comfortable then she had for a long time in the Society. If nothing else she could clearly enjoy helping others like this, teaching them, imparting her knowledge and wisdom, helping them. She could be accepted for that, something them being unable to not see her as a Princess would not impede.
Turning to head back to the front of the class she noticed one pony out of place: The mare bearing the Numerary badge was busy having her PipSub take notes for her. The other single mares that had come in were either at work on the training molds, or had found a pair of ponies willing to let them join. Luna approached her, making sure her hoofsteps were loud enough to be heard. The mare looked up and smiled. “Oh, hi. . . Um. . . I mean hello Miss Luna. Can I help you?”
“That is the very same question I wished to ask you. I did not expect one with much experience in the Guild itself to be interested in a class aimed at those simply wishing to become familiar with the art of Cock Worship. Nor do you seem eager to join in.”
The mare chuckled, looking up at Luna with an expression that reminded the alicorn of the way Twilight often looked at Celestia. “Well, I have my proving to move up to Example next week, and when I heard one of the best cock worshipers the guild has ever had was hosting a class, even if it was only the basics, how could I say no? I have to say, it’s really helped me get a better perspective and I think I understand what you are talking about. It’s a lot different than the way the Guild teaches things but... it makes sense.”
Luna cocked her head, blinking in surprise and confusion. She shook her head, the mare’s words still not making sense. “We. . . I am flattered, of course, that you hold Ou– my skill in such high esteem; it is something We are most proud of. However, I am curious how you learned of this. I have done scant that I can recall would earn me such fame.”
The mare’s expression nearly mirrored Luna’s own, seeming unable to quite process the information. “But, but your proving for Ideal is legendary, five Artisans at once and all but one of them actually ending up pleading to cum before you were through!”
Luna’s eyes went wide, her pupils constricting to pinpricks as she felt as if the entire weight of her moon were dragging her stomach downwards. No. no. She, she cannot know. How? How does she know? “That. . . that was not. . . was not Us. We know of the event of which thou speakest. It most certainly was not us.” She shook her head; even in her panic she could hear how false and forced her words were.
“Umm, well yeah, officially it was Fading Crescent, but it’s not like what name you were using matters when it’s still your skill at work.”
She said it so offhoofedly, so casually, as if it were not a revelation that was threatening to shatter Luna’s world. How can she know? The only ponies besides Cadance and Celestia who are supposed to know about this are the Council and Starsong. Her eyes narrowed – she could think of only one pony on the council who might betray such a trust if he thought there would be gain in it for him in some way.
She looked back to the mare who was starting to look worried as well as confused, leaning in to question this mare further when one of the other Guild Affiliates raised her head up over the chair between them. “Wait, you really are Fading Crescent? Wow! I knew that was true! Morning Dew owes me ten bits!”
Her shout drew the attention of the other mares that had been grouped up together working on the training cocks. Luna panickedly looked around to see how far the damage had spread. Fortunately there had been a small space between these mares and the couples who were too preoccupied to notice what else was going on around them. She turned back, seeing two more ponies now looking at her. “How. . . h-how did. . . how did you know?” she whispered softly, trying to keep anypony else from noticing. “Is it just the Guild that knows? How? How many?”
They all looked puzzled, one of the new mares speaking up. “Wait, that. . . That was supposed to be a secret? Like, secret secret? I thought everypony knew that, well at least almost everypony. We just figured it was some political thing. That you had to pretend to not be a Princess for something about the assholes in Canterlot making trouble if you came here openly. That’s the story for why Princess Celestia isn’t a member even though we all know she supports the Society anyway.” Her eyes went wide. “Wait, does that mean. . . is She secretly a member too?!”
This was growing worse and worse, and now she may have inadvertently betrayed her sister’s ability to enjoy this Society during her scant leisure time as well. “Please, We must know. How was this made so well known? When?” Did this have something to do with Twilight’s arrival in the Society and the irregularities of her registration? Were the two linked? This had to be a recent thing, something just now reaching the ears of the ponies, why else would she not have heard of this already? If not her then at least Cadance or Starsong.
The first mare had recovered from her fright at seemingly offending the Princess and raised her hoof. “It’s just. . . I don’t think anypony told anypony, you know like, told us to break the secret. At least I never heard about it like that. I just thought everypony always knew. It’s just, well the name, the Cutie Mark was similar, even the colors. It was so close to how you usually look, it seemed like you weren’t really trying to hide it that well.”
“Plus what other pony is going to start using that ‘Royal We’ thing and speaking in Old High Equish when she gets excited?” another of the mares added.
Luna’s mind struggle to process this revelation. They, they knew? All of them? How many? She thought back, now seeing all the times she had betrayed herself, all the ways she likely gave herself away with a careless slip of the tongue, a passionate cry in a speech nopony now spoke save in terribly acted plays. How could she think she was fooling anypony? Yet, they never said. Nopony has ever. . . We have never felt anypony hold that knowledge against us, to treat us differently. They knew, and they said nothing, did nothing, treated Us no differently than any other slave. The implications rushed through her mind as she stared blankly at the mares.
The one she’d first spoken to leaned in, wrapping the alicorn in a gentle, if hesitant, hug. “We’re sorry if, you know, we. . . we weren’t supposed to say any of that, we won’t tell anypony. And, and tell others it’s not true either if you want but. . . Well. . .” She bit her lip, looking up at the still stunned pony with a rather sad, sympathetic smile. “It’s a shame you and Princess Celestia have to hide like that.”
“Yeah!” another one added. “It’s not fair we get to come here and just, be who we want to be and have fun, and you two don’t get a chance to do that. After everything you do for everypony.”
“Though, ummm. . . Does you being here, like, well as yourself, mean that’s changed? Or, is it just for lessons like this?” a third spoke up.
Luna’s gaping mouth closed, her lips curling up into a joyous, exuberant grin as they spoke. All the years of hiding, of feeling ashamed, of feeling unworthy to walk these halls undisguised. All of it was for naught. “Yes, yes, I. . . I believe it might mean. . . I shall be around more often. . . as myself.”
She felt herself sucking in a deep breath, ready to let out a great shout as the joy, relief, guilt, and fear, and all the other flurry of emotions raging in her swelled. All of it faded instantly into the ether in a single instant when she heard the clear, precise ringing of a familiar bell.
By the second ring Luna’s ears had turned back, fixating on the source. By the third her horn was glowing, space itself starting to warp around her. She arrived with a flash and a pop of displaced air just as the fourth bell rang. The mare signaling quickly ripping herself off her dom’s cock, gasping and coughing loudly, completing the last ring of the signal seemingly on instinct before hacking out “Clo. .clockface. . .” The way he all but hid his forehooves behind himself, the embarrassed, scared, worried look on his face, the mare’s reaction all giving Luna a good idea what had happened. Around her, the sounds of activity had stopped as everypony turned to ensure nothing was amiss. She focused on the pitcher she knew was under the podium, drawing a glass of water from it and levitating it over for the coughing mare, kneeling down to better inspect her as she passed her the glass. “Are you alright?”
The mare nodded as she gulped down the water, her hacking subsiding, leaving her breathing slightly heavier, but seemingly fine otherwise. “Yeah, yeah. I just. . . I wasn’t ready when he shoved me down on his cock.” She looked up, giving an annoyed, irate, but not hateful look to the sheepish looking stallion above him. “And then held me there!”
“Sorry, I. . . I thought it would be, you know hot and, you were so eager for it I. . . Sorry! Sorry!”
The mare sighed and shook her head, playfully jabbing the other ponies leg. “Just warn me before you do that next time!”
Luna nodded as it seemed the two had worked out the issue. She stood up and turned to address the onlooking class. “There are several lessons to take from this. First and foremost, why you always test your safety bell before doing any kind of oral sex. Next, this is one more reason why communication is so vital. Know your sub’s limits, know what they are able to do. Many pairings work out their own signals to use in such situations, a tap on a certain part of the Dom’s leg, or a certain number of taps for things such as ‘I need to take a breath’ or ‘Push harder’ without breaking the flow of the session. These are in no way replacements for safe words, but they can add a few extra layers of safety and enjoyment.
“Further, on the whole, I would advise against taking actions such as our dom did here while being worshiped by your sub. While it is, of course, a master’s right to do whatever he wishes to his slave, cock worship as about the slave actively showing her master how much she craves, needs, desires, and wishes to please his cock. It is far better then to allow them to do so at their own pace, in their own way. It makes the act of worship more genuine, more sincere in that way. By all means, find ways to encourage your slave to perform better if they are not meeting your standards, but for the best cock worshiping experience, allow as much of it as possible to come from them.”
She looked out at the ponies listening to her as she moved to the front of the room. How many of them had seen her walking these halls, these caverns, in her disguise and knew it was truly her – all saying nothing, all treating her exactly how she wished them to? As an equal. The joy, the worry, the mess of conflicting emotions still warred in her, she needed release, needed to do something. She checked the clock above the door. Nearly time to leave, however there might just be enough time for her to give them a more thorough demonstration. Her wings twitched eagerly at her sides. If it ran over the time, she doubted many would mind.
She stood up on the stage, clearing her throat and rising a wing for attention. “I am glad all of you are enjoying this so much and have learned something here today. But it comes to mind that few things beat a clear presentation of exactly what is being taught. So I will need a stallion volunteer for this.”
Nearly every hoof shoot up into the air. Luna chuckled at the expected response as she looked over the prospective candidates. She promptly dismissed some that seemed far too eager, preferring a more sedate partner for this so she could better display what she wanted. A few others looked like their subs had done far too good of a job and she doubted they would last long enough for a good show. Ah! That pegasus. Gold filigree on his mask, his hoof is up, but not waving, not demanding attention. Looking like he knows it’s pointless, like he’s simply going through the motions. Plus, his mare had been... less than well skilled, from her observations.
“You.” She pointed a hoof and wing at him. The crowd parted as they tried to figure out who she was directing it towards. The stallion she had chosen looking dumbfounded. “Yes, you, come up front, please.” She added a bit of magic, giving his hoof a tiny tug, mostly for the sake of making it clear she was talking to him. The stallion got to his hooves and made his way slowly through the parting crowd, looking rather dazed and nervous. She pulled an empty chair up to the stage, trying to position it so that those watching would have the best view.
She met the stallion as he stepped up, leaning down to talk softly to him. “Please, be at ease. We meant what we said about simply being another slave like any other in these matters. Simply think of us accordingly. We would, however, ask that you allow us to do as we see fit, since this is to demonstrate such things, but if anything becomes uncomfortable merely use a safe word.”
She could hear him take a deep breath to try and calm himself as he nodded before sliding into the chair. The furniture had been made to allow a pony the most comfortable sitting posture possible that left them in an ideal position for allowing a slave full access to their package. She let him get settled for a moment.
Luna closed her eyes, taking her own steady, even breaths and allowing herself to get into the right mindset. Her master was before her, his cock on display, ready for her to service. She felt the crowd drift away, her breathing catching the heady musk of his stallionhood. She could feel the dull heat beginning between her hindlegs. She felt her neck drop, lowering her head, her back sagging a bit. She know what she needed, what she craved, and it was so close.
Slave LN-1001 opened her eyes, licking her lips as she saw the most delicious feast ever laid before her. She stepped towards him slowly, cautiously, knowing her place. She sank to her rump, leaning in between his legs. The smell was stronger, richer. She breathed in deeply, letting the air out in small gasps of anticipation. A little closer, just a bit. She swallowed, her mouth overflowing with saliva. Her tongue worked around her lips again, feeling dampness dripping down her muzzle. She needed more. Looking up at her master with pleading, begging eyes, she whimpered, “Please. . . Please, may. . . May I come closer?”
Her master took an agonizingly long time, several seconds at least, before answering. He nodded, giving her all the permission she needed to finish leaning in, sliding her forelegs closer. She could feel her wings twitching at her sides. She lowered her muzzle, stopping a bare fraction of an inch from his glorious shaft and dangling, amazing balls. His scent filled her every breath. She couldn’t contain the drooling it caused, feeling a few warm drops roll down her chin, splashing on the delicious orbs below. She flinched, hoping master would not deny her her prize simply for that, but all she heard from above her was a small gasp of pleasure. Emboldened, she lifted a forehoof, letting it rest against her master’s leg, rubbing softly, gently, working her way inwards. She could see his pillar of stallionflesh growing. She was close enough to tell his pulse by the way his cock surged a bit more with each new influx of blood. Growing faster as her hoof neared it.
“Please. . .” she pleaded, letting her warm breath wash over her Master’s shaft. “Please, Master, allow me to touch it. Allow me to feel you glorious flesh.” She could feel a slight tension in the muscles of his leg. Heard a small, faint hint of an uncertain ‘ummm’ as if he was unsure what to do. She flicked her ear, shifting her head just a bit closer and letting out a low, pleading whimper to show her need for this.
Finally Master relented. “G-Go on then, pet. Make master feel good.” Her wings sprang out from her sides a little as he spoke She started on his balls, pressing her nose against the soft, loose flesh of his sack, inhaling deeply. She could feel his testes along the underside of her chin, teasing her with the promised flood of nectar they contained. She lowered her head further, nuzzling the rounded cum factories. She felt them slide and slip, nearly believing she heard the seed in them churning. She made sure to go even lower, slipping her muzzle under his sack, letting it rest on her nose, inhaling the muskier scent before pulling back. Her hind legs shifted, a pleasant, warm dampness spreading across them.
She lowered her head again, resting her cheek gently on the side of her master’s cock. Letting out a small cry of joy as she felt the burning warmth of his flesh against her body, she gently nuzzled against it, her eyes closed in pure bliss as she maneuvered around the throbbing, potent staff. She felt every small feature of it using just her touch, learning every curve, every vein, every bit of its perfection. Her damp chin and lips coated his shaft, making it slicker. She heard a sharp intake of breath from above, and how that breath was let out in a long shuddering moan. Her own body shaking a little in return for the praise, knowing she was pleasing him.
She worked her way up, over the rounded ridge of his medial ring, slowly climbing higher and higher along the titanic pleasure staff. As she felt the soft ring of his flare pass her nose, a new scent reached her: the sharp, unmistakable scent of her master’s fluids; the small, precious precursor to the flood of seed she wished to earn. She whimpered again, having to fight not to lick it up immediately.
“Master. Oh. . . oh Master. So warm, so hard. I can feel it, feel how much you need it.” She slid her head down finally opening her eyes, her vision filled with turgid flesh, a sight beyond any she had seen before. She pressed her lips to the base of his cock, just where it slid from its sheath, the taste of him causing her to bare down on her hindquarters, grinding her marehood into the hard floor a bit, her hips making tiny, jerking motions.
“Please. . . Master. . . Let me please you, let me tend to your need. Your great,” she kissed a bit higher, “mighty,” another kiss a bit higher, “throbbing,” she kissed the edge of his flare “need.” Her lips pressed right on the broad head of his shaft, feeling his pre smearing over them.
Her master cried out, a fresh few drops of his precious fluid squirting out against her lips. “Yes. . . yes, pet.” His voice no longer sounded uncertain, no longer hesitated. “Please your master. Show him how much you crave tending to his cock.” One of his hooves reached down, stroking the side of her head gently. She leaned into it, pulling back from him to smile, nuzzling his hoof affectionately. She felt overjoyed at the praise and care her master gave her.
As she pulled away from the hoof she bent back down, knowing her master was ready, wanting her to do her best, trusting her, accepting her as his obedient cock worshiper. She would not let him down. She panted, holding herself back, letting the need, the pressure, the desire build as long as she could bear before diving back in, her tongue curling out around the base of his shaft. She shuddered, feeling a surge of pleasure wash down her spine as she tasted him, the salty, sweaty, heavy flavor of his shaft merely getting her palate ready for the real delicacy to come.
She ran her tongue up along one side of his cock, swirling it around his flare, and then back down the other. She nuzzled the now quite slick pleasure shaft, feeling herself smear the dampness over her cheeks. Her hips were digging into the floor, a small hint of a puddle leaking from under her tail. A dull, deep ache pulsed between her legs, but it was nothing compared to the empty, yawning pit of need in her stomach, one she knew could only be filled by the sweet ambrosia of her master’s seed, a relief she needed to earn.
One more long, damp lick brought her mouth back to the head of his cock, her lips parting, quickly sliding the sacred shaft into its waiting temple. She took in only the head for now, needing to savor every precious moment. Her lips pressed tight around the thick pole, her tongue eagerly lashing over the broad, flattened tip, the tip of her tongue gently teasing more and more of his divine pre from it.
Finally, she slid down further, taking more into her, accepting more of her master’s gift into her body. She made sure to lavish every new inch of flesh with her attention, creeping down slowly, almost painfully so. As she felt the throbbing scepter slide into her throat she took a long, deep breath, making herself ready as she continued down, taking more and more, effortlessly accepting his girth into her, her throat closing tight around his flesh, squeezing, welcoming. She felt her lips contact his sheath, having hilted her master’s shaft in her throat. She held it there a moment longer before pulling off, letting it slide out of her mouth with a ‘pop’, gasping in a lungful of air with a delighted cry.
“Oh, your shaft is just perfect, Master!” she exclaimed, going back to gently nuzzling it. “It’s like it was made to fill my cock-hole.” She slid down, taking one of his balls into her mouth, sucking and licking eagerly, lavishing attention on one then the other for a moment, trying to coax them both to be ready to give up their loads for her. She looked up at her master with big, needy eyes – eyes that were begging him, pleading with him, to give her a reward. “Please. . . Please. . . Master. . . This slave is so empty. . . I need you, please, Master, I can feel all the delicious, thick seed just aching to be pumped into your eager little slave. Please. . . Allow me to receive it, allow me to make you cum.”
He nodded, gasping a bit as she gently lapped at another drop of pre. “Yes, yes, make your Master cum slave. Make him cum down your throat, drink it all!”
She didn’t waste time smiling, or gasping, or any other show of her joy at those words, simply gulping his cock back down her throat. Her head bobbed along his shaft, taking it from the root till the slowly flaring head just barely popped out of her throat then back. Her forehooves rested on his legs, giving her more leverage as she consumed his cock, savagely deep-throating him over and over, sucking and licking the whole time. She could feel his cock throbbing, feel his flare widening her fuckhole even more. He was close – so close – her prize nearly hers.
Going back up till just the tip was between her lips, she slammed down, taking the entire delicious shaft into her throat in one quick motion, instantly starting to hum, her soft throat vibrating all around her Master’s cock. She heard a long, tense, wordless groan coming from her Master, his whole body tensing. A few seconds later he let out a loud, gasping cry, his hips bucking upwards, trying to drive his cock deeper as she pushed him over the edge. The slave closed her eyes, focusing on nothing but the powerful throb of his cum rushing up his cock. She felt the bottom of it pulse as the first wave was unleashed. The moment his thick, potent warmth erupted in her throat, she started to swallow, holding herself down on his cock, making sure every previous drop was accepted, milking out as much as she could.
As the powerful throbbing shots of cum slowed down, she pulled up, allowing the last few bits of her precious gift to fill her mouth, the taste sending her to a world of pure bliss. She whinnied around his cock, her hips nearly vibrating on the floor as her own orgasm hit. She held his gift on her tongue, allowing the flavor, the taste, the texture, the very fact of its presence inside of her to remind her of what she was and where she belonged. In this place and position, prostrate before her master, she was nothing but a simple slave, begging for the privilege of pleasing his cock.
She finally swallowed the last of her master’s precious gift. She leaned back, his softening cock slipping between her lips. She closed her eyes, basking in the divine rapture when she was overwhelmed by a cacophony of stomping and cheering. Her ears pinned down as she flinched, trying to move behind her master for protection.
A moment later she shook her head, Luna looking out over the cheering audience. She gave them a small, slightly embarrassed grin that in no way disguised the look of pride on her face before looking up at her latest master. The stallion had his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he panted. His hips were still jerking fitfully a bit. He looked down at her, a shaky grin spreading across his muzzle. “That was. . . . Oh, goddesses! That was amazing. No. . . nopony’s ever. . . Ever felt like. . . Oh, fuck! That was incredible.”
Luna stood up, giving the stallion a kiss on the forehead. “And you were a perfect master for this. Thank you.” The kiss and compliment caused him to blush as she turned back to the audience. “And thank all of you for showing up for the lesson, We. . . I. . . am glad you enjoyed this, and hope you all gained some greater appreciation for the art of cock worshiping as well as some useful information. Sadly, our allotted time has passed.”
One of the Guild mares raised a hoof. “Is it alright to contact you if we have any questions?”
Luna blinked before nodding. “Of course.” She looked over her shoulder at the podium. “Artemis, please see to that.” Looking back, she noticed quite a few apparently doing so as they drew out their PipSubs. The majority of the class though were already eagerly heading for the door. The rather visible display of arousal on the stallions was all the explanation needed for the rush.
“Um, Pr– L– Miss Luna?” She turned seeing the pegasus she’d used for her demonstration looking at her with a mixture of nervousness and hope on his face. His hooves trembled slightly, though whether from nerves or post-climax weakness she wasn’t sure.
She nodded, giving him a polite, gentle smile. “Yes?”
“W-Would you mind if. . . if I added you as a personal contact too?” He immediately blushed but didn’t flinch or look away.
Luna was shocked into silence for a moment, unsure how to respond, the revelations of the last – had it really only been an hour? – running back to the fore of her mind. He was nervous, nearly called her by her title, yet caught himself. He. . . he really was asking, simply for her, because of a moment shared. Or was it only the wings and horn he saw?
She finally nodded. “Yes, I would be quite glad if you did.” He deserved the benefit of the doubt, deserved to be judged on his actions, on who he was within these walls, not any fears she may have about who he might be.
A wide grin broke out on his face as he quickly ordered his PipSub to do that. “Th-Thank you. I, I hope, I really hope I’ll see you around.” Still grinning, he moved off the stage, meeting up with his sub before departing, leaving Luna once more as the only pony in the room. She was not bothered by that any longer.
“Artemis. Take a message.”
“Auditory recording or transcription?”
“Transcription is fine.” She waited for the chime signaling a start to the recording.
Dear Twilight Sparkle.
I have had my first lesson in our shared journey to learn about Devotion and our Society. I was reminded of a fact that I should have learned long ago, one of the core fundamentals of life in the Clocktower. You are the one who decides who holds power of you, nopony else. Even the weakest, most submissive slave can stop the cruelest of masters with but a single word. It is always our choice to allow others that power. A willing sacrifice.
This is self-apparent to any member here. However, it applies beyond the relationship of a Dom and their Sub. In everything we do, every interaction with another, we decide how much control we give that pony over us. How much we will allow their words to affect us, change us. I allowed a pony to have near total power over me without even thinking. Without realizing it, I allowed a few words said at the wrong time to cause me to alter my life. To nearly drive me away from something that I loved. To taint the way I was able to enjoy our new mutual home.
Always remember that, my dear friend. Be careful who it is you allow to hold power over your thoughts and actions. Ensure they are worthy of that honor. Relinquishing control, and to whom you do so, is ever your own choice. Choose wisely.
Your Friend
Luna
“End message. Deposit into general mail for Twilight Sparkle.”
As her PipSub processed the command she moved back behind the podium, opening the case sitting there. She removed the plain, black band from around her neck. Setting it back into its groove.
“Do I have anything else scheduled today?” Her wing tip brushed over her collar.
“No, Luna.”
She lifted it out, using her wings to place it around her neck, feeling it snap tight, as perfect a fit now as it had been the day it was made. “Good, because I feel like a spot of tea.”