> Fall of Equestria: Hope in Bleak Times
>  by Moonshade44
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> Chapter One: Changing Masters
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 As the sun rises, its rays fall through a window and falls upon a mare whose filthy coat looks like it used to be the color of bright, shiny red while her messy and limp mane and tail are a dirty pink. Red sleeves protrude from her back and a matching red leather collar rings her neck. Other than that she is completely naked atop a thin pile of dirty clothing she is using for a bed. With a pained groan she begins to stir, her muscles and joints painfully sore as she stretches out.

 “CUM SLUT! ARE YOU SLEEPING IN AGAIN, YOU LAZY CUNT?”

 Cringing at the sound of the angry voice coming from the kitchen, the mare stands up, whimpering at the pain shooting through her. The room she is in is actually a closet in her Master’s bedroom. Thankfully, the doors were left open, which is a rare occurrence. The closet is almost bare except for the thin layer of old mare’s clothes covering the hard wooden floor with slatted, folding doors and no light source. The room outside is sparsely furnished, with a basic, king sized bed along the far wall and a white wooden dresser stands opposite the bed.

 With a painful whimper she gets down onto all fours, her knees on fire as she crawls as fast as she can, her joints screaming with each motion. It feels like forever, but she finally makes it to the kitchen, keeping her dulled, golden gaze fixed on the floor as a short, overweight unicorn stallion with a dull blue coat glares down at her, his hoof tapping furiously on the wooden floor.

 “What took you so long this time, cunt? Nevermind, I don’t really care to hear your excuses right now.” Without any real care, the stallion drops an old, dingy bowl onto the ground, filled with an unappealing, lumpy slop that is a few days past its expiration date.

 With a sickened look, the mare begins to eat, forcing the nasty mess down her gullet. After thirty minutes of impatient waiting, the stallion drags her roughly across the floor, her muzzle still covered in the mess.

 Without another word he angrily grabs four belts. With unnecessary force, he yanks the scared mare’s limbs into a folded position and binds them tight enough to nearly cut off circulation. Whimpering, she tries to follow him as best she can after the hard yank on the leash causes the poor mare to fall onto her muzzle painfully.

W- what do I need to do to… to make him not punish me? I… I’m doing my best to please him, doesn’t… doesn’t he know that? The questions ring through the mare’s head as she is practically dragged down the harsh, wooden stairs covered rubber spikes, except for spots that perfectly match his hooves.

 Despite her training and will, the mare breaks down as they reach the halfway point and her silence is broken by her sobbing, tears leaking down her filth covered cheeks. In annoyance, the stallion kicks her in the flank, causing her to tumble down the stairs and land into a heap.

 “What have I told you, bitch? I don’t want to hear a single sound from you, no matter what. Now get your weak flank up, I need to put you on display, since that is the only thing you’re good for.”

 The stallion gives her another kick, this time in her stomach, before dragging the mare to the window, facing the main street. With the same roughness as before, the mare is bound up in an uncomfortable position, blindfolded, gagged, deafened, and left there. An uncomfortably large plug is fitted into her ass, while her pussy is invaded by a dildo. Hanging from both toys are a pair of wires attached to a device, sending painful jolts of power through her body.

 As the door gets unlocked, a small line of customers enter already, all of them known very well by the proprietor of the shop. Being regular visitors, they know the ritual required of them to spend some time with the decorative mare.

 As the stallion watches the mare get raped throughout the day, he looks down under the desk, grinning at the sight that greets him. A unicorn mare is bound with her arms parallel with the bottom of the desk and a ring gag in her muzzle while wearing a purple collar around her neck. A spiked and buzzing vibrator is engulfed in her lower orifices as she eagerly gobbles his cock into her throat, gurgling happily around him.

 The morning goes by slowly, with only around five or six customers having arrived, the red coated mare servicing four of them, and little product being sold. However, that does not stop the stallion’s smile, knowing the busiest time of day is late in the afternoon. With a groan at that thought, and the knowledge the worthless cunt on display will bring in more bits, he blasts a load of his seed into the unicorn mare’s throat, who drinks as much of it down as she can.

 Seeing that it is close to lunchtime, he unbinds the pegasus, even removing her blindfold and earmuffs. “I’m going to go eat, cunt, and I loathe to let you work alone, but lunch is one of our busier times. If you do good enough, I may feed you tonight. But if I hear of a single complaint, you won’t be fed for a week, got it?”

 The mare nods fearfully as her arms remain bound, but in a more comfortable position while the cuffs on her ankles are kept together with a short chain, limiting how fast she can move. Her ring gag, however, is still kept in place as cum leaks out of her mouth, pussy and ass to get stuck in and solidify in the fur on her chin, breasts and even her limply hanging tail. Why can’t I do good enough for him to treat me like he does the unicorn? At least she gets fed regularly and is allowed to sleep in a semi-comfortable bed. She watches sadly as her Master leads the other mare, who obediently crawls behind him with her arms and legs unbound, into the office.

While the mare is still lost in her thoughts, the door swings open and a caribou enters the shop - well-built but slender, well-dressed, probably just coming from work. His eyes fall on the mare, giving her a friendly smile with a hint of compassion.

“Hello, there. Is your Master at lunch?”, he asks the mare. “Should I come back later? Just give me a nod if I should leave and come back, or shake your head if you think I should stay and wait.”

 Giving a quick shake of her head, the mare hobbles over to the desk unsteadily, nearly tripping a few times, but holds up a sign that asks if she can service him during his wait, or if he needs anything. As she waits for the answer, she shivers a little.

“Servicing me?”, the stag asks. “You can do that later. I would like to talk to your Master. If he is at lunch, I’ll wait for him, and have a look at the equipment while I wait.” He begins to walk around the shop, inspecting the assortment of bondage devices.

 Fearful of what the stallion would do if the caribou wasn’t properly serviced, but equally fearful of going against the stag’s decision, she lets out a soft whimper while standing still, her dull, golden gaze falling on the floor. During the wait, any would-be customers outside notice the stag talking to the mare and decide it would be best to wait until he leaves.

 The stallion eventually returns. “What, you scare away all the customers, you dumb cunt? There isn’- Oh, hello there, Sir. Welcome to my shop, Leather Paradise,”

 Having exited the office stops midway to the mare, he is a bit surprised to see a strange, well kept stag browsing through his merchandise. “Is… is there anything you need help finding, Sir? Did my cum dump not offer you her services?” While asking the question, he glares at the mare, who whimpers and shrinks a little as the stallion advances.

“Well, I’m sure I’d appreciate it if you presented your wares to me, I might buy a few things - but I’ve actually already found something I would like to buy. Is that mare for sale?” The caribou points at the red-coated mare while the stallion’s gaze is still resting on her.

 Both the stallion and mare look at the stag in shock, though the mare’s gaze also has a glimmer of hope in it. “Y- you want to… buy that slut?”, the shop owner asks. “Normally I would say no, but for you, I’ll sell her. However, I must warn you, she is clumsy and incompetent at everything, even pleasing males. Let me show you. Whore, bring us the various armbinders we have available.”

 With a nod she hobbles to the furthest wall as best she can, the imbalance caused by the short chain forcing her to use the shelves to keep from falling over. Reaching her destination, she looks up, the binders hanging out of her current reach, though she still tries to get them. Too focused on her task, she falls hard onto her flank, the chain between her ankles tripping her up when she tries to take a step.

 “I told you she is clumsy and incompetent”, the stallion said, then turning his attention to the mare. “Bitch! Is that any way to impress a stag? You’re embarrassing me! Now get the shit and get over here!”

Despite her attempts to get up, the shortness of the chains and the way they are attached ensure that the mare is not able to stand up on her own. With a sigh, the stallion looks at the stag, rubbing his forehead. “Are you sure you want to buy her?”

“So far, I haven’t seen anything that would disincline me”, the caribou responds.

 As he watches the mare struggle to get back onto her hooves he shrugs. “Fine, twenty bits for her.”

 “Twenty?”, the caribou asked, looking surprised and amused at the same time. Then, he chuckled softly. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you fifty. How does that sound?”

 “Fifty? You really think she is worth that much? Not that I’m complaining, just a bit surprised. Sure, I’ll sell her for fifty bits.” The stallion walks around the counter and starts to type into the register. “But if I may make a suggestion, I’d recommend getting her some equipment as well. You don’t want to be embarrassed when you take her out in public.”

 “Sure”, the caribou responded. “I already said I wanted to see your regular wares as well. Anything you can recommend in particular?”

 “Well, for starters, I’d suggest an armbinder. Preferably one of the U- shaped ones. I’d also recommend the gag harness she has on, though in it’s current condition, I’ll give you a discount. It also includes a detachable blindfold.” He growls as he approaches the mare, fed with her inability to stand, and kicks her.

“Do you always kick around the wares you’re about to sell?”, the stag asks with a certain annoyance in his voice. “I would like to receive my purchase undamaged if possible.”

 “How else are you going to motivate such lazy, ineffective creatures? They need to be continuously reminded of their place, you of all people should know that.” He folds his arms, a little annoyed at the stag’s interference but steps back, giving him some room.

The stag chuckles, then walks over to the mare. He reaches for her arm and gives it a small, gentle pull. “Stand up!”, he commands.

 On shaky legs, the mare rises with the stag’s help, her head lowered as she emits a couple pained whimpers. Even with the difficulty she is having, she manages to stand up on her hooves, though unsteady.

The stag is still holding her arm - in a way that provides a certain stability. “You see?”, he asks the stallion. “No need to yell or to kick. All she needs is a clear command, and a little physical reminder of who’s in charge. Calmness wins over the female in no time.” He smirks.

 “Hmph, you’re a bit soft… for a stag. If I had to guess, you are either an illusion, a changeling or a defected caribou. Until your bits are in my hand and pocket, she is still my property and I’ll treat her how I want to.” He looks at the stag in shock at his words, not really believing what he just heard.

 As the mare stands there, it is clear she is in fact a little taller than the stallion, but not by much. Darker red spots appear in her fur, but despite her pitiful looking state, she nuzzles against her soon to be new Master in thanks.

“Did I give you permission to nuzzle me, mare?”, the stag asks. Then, he turns to the stallion. “I was giving you friendly advice, that is all.” He takes out his purse. “No idea where you would get such wild ideas. I have no clue what a ‘defected caribou’ is even supposed to be, but I’m definitely not a changeling. You can take a blood sample if you want. But okay - let’s get this over with. Here is your money for the mare. Now would you please show me your other wares?”

 At the sharpness of his question, her ears flatten even more while her expression of hopefulness falls as she fights against the urge to take a step back so as not to be touching him without his permission.

 “Sure, this way. And I don’t want to hear any complaints about the cunt being as worthless as I told you.” He pockets the coins and still a bit suspicious of your statement about defective caribou leads you over to the shelves displaying the various goods. “Here you go, right here are the armbinders. Again, I recommend the U-shaped ones.”

The stag grins. “Mh, these look lovely. What do you want for them?”

 “Standard price is ninety bits for the basic U-shaped binders. But if you want higher quality, then they are going to cost you two hundred and fifty.” He points out the ones on the top. They look to be crafted out of better material and with better craftsmanship than the ones on the lower shelves.

The stag reaches up to get one of the better ones, then takes a good look at it. “I think I’ll take this one”, he says.

 “Another item I’d recommend are a gag harness. The one she has on now is a cheap quality one, but from your earlier choice I’d recommend one of these,” He turns to the other mare in the break room, who is smiling happily, and gives her a couple hand signals. Quickly, she gets up and, knowing exactly what to look for, grabs a three different gags. Two of them are the basic ball or ring gag setups with high quality rubber or metal and leather.

 The one that is different is made out of higher quality leather straps and includes snaps in a few places. Accompanying it is a ring gag, ball gag, panel, dildo gag, and even a blindfold and ear coverings. The mare stands there blissfully lost in her own world as the stallion grabs the third harness and demonstrates on a ponyquin how the different attachments go on. “The ear sheaths are magically enchanted so if given a command word, the mare can’t hear at all, unless you have a command you want to have recorded. The gags are enchanted so when activated, no sound will escape at all from the whore’s mouth or throat.”

“Sounds interesting, but expensive. What do you want for them?”, the caribou asks.

 “For the ring or ball gag, they are a hundred and twenty bits. For the third set, that one is four hundred bits.”

“A reasonable price”, the stag says. “I will take the third set.”

 Gathering the two items, the stallion smiles and gives the stag a sign to follow him, showing off other accessories to include various toys, nipple and clit clamps, electro- stimulation devices, chastity belts and other similar items. Another thing he shows off is a spinning display of various piercings, from rings to barbels. “The higher quality stuff is near the top, and if you want her to get pierced I know a friend who can give you a good deal and does a superb job.”

“A chastity belt would be a good idea”, the stag murmured. “Other than that, I don’t think I need anything right now - but I will come back if I do. And sure, give me the address of your friend.” He smirks. “I have a cow who has been asking me for weeks if I want to get her tits pierced.”

 “His shop is only two blocks away from here, just take a right when you leave. As for chastity belts, look at this one. A hundred bucks and it’s yours.”

 The stag nods. “Done.”

 Sliding back behind the counter, the purple-collared mare follows him with a wagging tail and immediately slips under the desk, of which the top is made of glass. As he begins to ring him up, she is sitting over an object while unzipping his pants, beginning to pleasure her Master.

“I still need a leash”, the stag remarks. “A simple leather leash will do.”

 “The aisle right behind you. There is a good selection of leashes there,” He points down the aisle. “On the right side.”

 The stag walks over to the aisle and grabs a simple leather leash. “This one will do”, he decides, then walks over to the stallion. “So, what do we have? I already paid for the mare, so… 250 for the binders, 400 for the harness set, 100 for the chastity belt, and how much will this leash be?”

 “The leash is ten bits, so seven hundred and sixty bits total.” As he adds the total together he begins to ring up the items and waits for the stag’s payment.

 The caribou takes out the bits and places them on the table, then fetches his gear. He walks over to the mare he bought. Then, he turns around to the stallion. “I take it you want to keep the chains she’s wearing right now?”

 “Of course, they’re more useful than she is. Here is the key for the locks,” He hands over the small ring and keys to the stag. “Just leave them on the counter.”

 The stag unlocks the chains on the mare’s hands and feet, removes the gag, then places them on the counter with the key. Then he walks back over to his mare. “Hands behind your back!”, he commands.

 Snapping her arms quickly she obeys, her arms cradling under her wing sheaths as she emits a light groan of mixed pain and relief, her jaw moving around while she refuses to make eye contact, focusing on the floor and staying silent. The stag quickly binds her arms behind her back with the arm binder he bought, then moves around her, standing in front of her again.

 He places his hand under her chin, moving it upwards. “You may get a look at your new owner, mare.”

 Biting her lower lip, she looks the stag over slowly, though her golden orbs don’t go any higher than his chest, not wishing to anger him by looking up into his eyes or his face.

 The stag chuckles, then lifts her chin a bit more. “You’re a good mare. I meant my eyes. You may look into them.”

 Nervously, she lifts her eyes upwards, catching the stag’s blue eyes for a few seconds before getting to uncomfortable with the new freedom and shifting her gaze back to the floor.

 The stag chuckles again. “You’re shy, I see”, he whispers. “I hope this will change when we get to know each other better.”

 Then, he attaches the leash to her collar. “Come, mare!”, he commands. Leading her past the stallion, he gives the salespony a short goodbye, then leaves the shop with her.

 He walks a few steps away from the shop, then stops. “Let’s see… eight hundred and ten bits altogether.” He chuckles again. “That shop owner is a moron. Somewhat overpriced bondage gear, but he really doesn’t know what a red collar mare is worth. When I entered that shop, I expected to pay about that much for you alone.” He turns around to her. “Come here, mare.”

 Silently, the mare approaches, her ears having stayed folded the entire time from when he first met her to now. She stands off to his left, a bit nervous as she tries to maintain the image of a good, proper mare.

 The stag moves close to her, moving his hand below her chin again, lifting it up. “Look into my eyes”, he commands.

 Again, she obeys, but still only looks for a few fleeting seconds before her view starts to shift to the ground, shivering at the touch of the stag’s fingers. I- is he going to be like the stallion I just left? I know I deserve it, but… please don’t let him be like that.

  The caribou gently lifts up her face again, more or less forcing her to look into his eyes. “Hey. I told you to look into my eyes, mare. I don’t want to say it again.”

 Swallowing nervously, she barely nods in understanding, two different instincts warring within her - the instinct to look away, as she has been taught that it is improper for a mare to look into a male’s eyes, and the desire to obey her Master.

 “Your former Master has probably taught you not to look at him at all”, the stag says. “But I am your Master now, and I tell you to look at me now.”

 Staying silent, she nods again, still remembering the punishment she received from her previous owner whenever she dared to look at him.

 “Tell me your name, mare”, the stag commands. “Your real name if you remember it, not what that moron at the shop called you.”

 Her uncomfortable look turns into one of fear as she bites her lower lip, partially because she has been punished for talking or even uttering a word, and also because she doesn’t even know if she remembers how to talk.

 “Are you mute?”, the stag asks. “Nod if you are.”

 Shaking her head slowly, she works her muzzle. “R- Ruby, M- Master.” Her voice sounds not only rough, but also like this is the first time she has spoken in a while.

 The stag smiles at her. “Ruby, hm? Beautiful and fitting. You may keep it.”

 She swallows and offers a nervous, light smile in thanks while going back to staying silent. Her struggle to obey what she has been taught earlier while obeying her new Master is evident in her pools. She shifts a little uncomfortably in her spot as her tail gives a nervous twitch.

 “Ruby, it seems like your old Master handled things a bit differently than I do”, the stag remarks. “He didn’t let you speak at all, did he?”

 Not wanting to get into trouble, Ruby slowly nods, not sure if the stag will allow her to speak or not.

 “Well, as I said, I handle things differently, because I’m not a complete idiot. A nod or head shake will do if I ask you a Yes-No question, although I prefer a verbal response - but if I ask you a question that requires a verbal answer, I want you to speak. You are also allowed to ask for permission to speak if you think you have something important to say. Do you understand?”

 A hint of confusion does cross her eyes as he calls her old Master a moron and idiot. She starts to nod, but halfway through, she whispers: “Y- yes… Master. This… this cunt understands.”

 The stag chuckles. “You may refer to yourself in first person, Ruby.”

 Nodding again, she speaks hesitantly. “M- may this… may thi- may I ask a question, Master?”

 “You may, Ruby”, the caribou responds.

 “These… are you… are you trying to… to trick this… this c- me so you can have a reason to punish her?” She cringes at the question, remembering all the times she has been set up for punishment in almost similar situations.

 The stag laughs. “Would you like that, Ruby?”, he asks, grinning at her.

 She shrinks a bit at the grin, shivering as she answers. “N- no, Master. But… but it doesn’t matter what this- what I would like. Only your happiness and enjoyment matters.”

 “Sure, mind games have their appeal”, the caribou answers. “But a setup like this would be rather crude, don’t you think? I get that stallions like that idiot back at the store do it like that - but that’s just so unimaginative. No, I’m not setting you up for punishment right now.”

 “This… I guess, Master. And… th- thank you. M- may sl- I ask another question or two, Master?” She looks at him nervously, though a hint of a genuine smile does filter through her facade.

 “Two questions?”, the stag chuckles. “Very well, but make it brief.”

 With a shiver, she shrinks back a little, thinking he is annoyed with her. “N- never mind, Master. It… they aren’t important.”

 The stag smiles. “You may ask me when we’re home.”

 He moves another step closer to the mare, once again placing his finger under her chin, moving it upwards and gently forcing her to look into his eyes again. “By the way, my name is Master Birgir.”

 She nods in understanding, keeping quiet as the stag has not asked her a question, or sounds like he requires a verbal response. There is something about looking into his eyes that she finds strangely calming for some reason, however.

 He moves his face closer to hers, almost touching her lips with hers.

 Ruby’s breath hitches at how close he is, somewhat close to panicking, as the last time a male was this close, she went through a nightmare for a few days.

 The caribou gently presses his lips onto hers, holding her close while pulling her into a soft, gentle kiss.

 A surprised squeak is her immediate response to being kissed, caught completely off guard by the move. In seconds, she surrenders to it and kisses him back, her arms tugging a bit at the binder as she wants to wrap him in a hug, having never felt anything remotely close to this since her capture.

 Noticing her arms struggling against the binds, the caribou eventually breaks the kiss. He moves around her and slowly removes her arm binders, putting them away. “I’m going to kiss you again, Ruby - this time a bit longer and fiercer. I want you to wrap your arms around me when I hold you close. Can you do that?”

 Looking in utter shock at him due to the words, she doesn’t answer for a few moments, stunned into complete silence. Once the spell is broken she gives the caribou a slight smile. “Y- yes, Master.” Her heart is racing, pounding as fast as she has heard the Wonderbolts could go, having enjoyed that first kiss immensely.

 The caribou comes close to her again, once again lifting her chin up to face him. Once again, his face is close to hers. “I’m waiting, Ruby”, he whispers.
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 With a slow nod, her slender arms wrap loosely around her Master’s neck as she moves closer to him, her large breasts flattening against him as she leans in expectantly. A soft moan issues from her muzzle as her nipples harden against his shirt.

 While holding her close, he presses his lips onto hers and starts to kiss her, this time more fiercely. Eventually, his tongue enters her muzzle and begins to explore - but gently, making sure to give her pleasure as well.

 A moan finds its way from her throat and into his muzzle as Ruby loses herself in the kiss. Her arms tighten in response to the passionate action while she lets her eyes close. As his tongue explores her muzzle, it is apparent at how dry her mouth is, though it doesn’t stop her tongue from dancing with his. With her body pressing harder against his, her left hoof lifts up a little, leaving her to stand on only her right hoof.

 Noticing her reaction, her Master intensified the kiss while moving his hand to her left leg, holding her in place.

 Finding herself getting lost in the passion of his kiss, she tightens her arms until they’re like a vice around his neck, tight but not choking as she squirms a little against him.

 After what seems like an eternity of kissing, the caribou eventually breaks the kiss. “I’m going to let your leg down now, Ruby. Make sure you don’t fall over.”

 With a nod she drops her hoof as her expression saddens. Her tail hangs limply as her somewhat erect ears fall flat again.

 The caribou smiles at her. “Don’t be sad. I’ll have more of these for you later.”

 She nods slowly, not wanting to correct him on his assumption on why she is feeling sad, Standing there, her head drops again.

 “Ruby…”, the stag begins, still smiling at her. “Let’s go home.”

 She nods in response, worried about what her new owner currently thinks of her.
> Chapter Two: Coming Home
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The caribou leads Ruby through the streets of Canterlot until they reach a house. He pulls out a key, unlocks the door, and drags the mare in. They are standing in what looks like a living room now.

On the ground, on a bunch of blankets, a creature is sleeping that Ruby assumes to be a caribou female. She is a good bit smaller than the male, even a bit smaller than Ruby herself. Attached to her collar is a leash, which is tied to a metal ring in the wall.

“Welcome home, Ruby”, the caribou says.

 Silently, the mare examines her new surroundings, and in particular the cow currently asleep. She takes a few hesitant steps inside and looks back at her new owner, waiting for him to command her to do something, an ear cocking a little, still a bit confused at the display of intimacy shown from the stag.

“Fiera is still asleep, I see”, the caribou remarks. “Good. I wanted to talk to you for a bit, and I don’t want to be interrupted. I’ll introduce you to her when she wakes up.” He takes a few steps into the living room. There are two comfortable looking chairs and a couch, surrounding a small table. Birgir takes place on the couch, then pats his hand on the place right next to him. “Ruby, come here and sit down beside me.”

 A bit nervously, the mare follows and instead of sitting on the couch, takes a kneel off to his left and keeps her head down. Her training having taken over as she waits, wondering what her Master wants to talk about. “Y- yes, Master?”

The caribou chuckles a little. “Not exactly what I commanded, but it works for me.”

He places his hand under Ruby’s chin again and gently moves it upwards so he can look into her eyes. “First of all, you will notice that I’m going to give you quite a bit more freedoms than your former owner did. I’m not going to keep you in bondage all the time. You may use the chairs and the couch here as long as I’m not giving you a command. Fiera is sleeping down here on the ground, but you will be allowed to sleep with me in my bed upstairs.”

 “Yes Master, thank you. This mare will do her best to please you.” She looks over at the cow for a moment, then back to him. “Do you require any pleasure now, Master?”

Birgir chuckles. “All in good time. You seem to be interested in my other pet?”, he asks.

 “Curious, never seen a caribou female before, Master.” She keeps her head lowered as she admits her curiosity, hoping it will not upset him.

“Ah, hm. Well, when she wakes up, I might try something to see how you two interact. But that actually does tie in with the reason why I bought you.” He looks into her eyes. “Are you curious, little mare?”

 “This slut never thought of it, Master. Your reasons are your own and not for a lowly slave to know them.” Her words, while partially truthful, are in conflict with her yearning to know, thinking it would help her be a better slave to him.

“Fine, fine. But are you curious? Be honest!”

 “Y- yes, Master. Even though I know a slut should not be curious.” Her eyes fall to the floor while her tail goes limp, hoping the stag is not angry with her.

Birgir smiles. “I appreciate both your honesty and your curiosity. I am going to tell you, even though I’m not sure how it will affect the results. But maybe you can even help me more actively.”

He pauses for a moment. “I had a… brief encounter with a mare a short while ago. She’s not with me any more, but it made me wonder if I actually understand pony females. To be honest, I think I don’t. But I want to learn to understand you. That’s also why I’m going to keep you close, so I can see how you react to things.”

 A couple questions swim through the scarlet mare’s head, but she doesn’t ask, knowing she hasn’t been given permission. ‘Did… was he angry with that mare enough to sell her?’

“What are you thinking about, Ruby?”, Birgir inquires.

 “What… what happened to the other mare? Were you… mad with her?” Ruby’s voice is shaky as the questions are voiced, hoping she doesn’t warrant the same fate if she is not good enough.

Birgir looks into her eyes again. “Don’t worry, little mare. I won’t sell you if you make me angry. I sold her because it became apparent to me that we wouldn’t be good for each other, so I found a stallion for her, and made sure that she agreed with my choice. But it did make me realize that I don’t understand you ponies - particularly mares. I want to remedy this deficit. Giving you away just because you do something I didn’t expect would be a bit detrimental to that goal.”

 “Why… why do you wish to understand us mares? All we are meant for is to please you and other males, Master.” She looks completely taken aback at his answer, surprised that a stag would take such an action.

Birgir grins widely. “I think you’ll please me more if I understand you. Things I don’t understand usually displease me.”

 “Oh, well… uhm… what would you like to know, Master?”


“Huh. Straightforward. Of course, I’m not even sure if I have the right questions yet. But okay, if we want to do it like that, let me give you one that immediately springs to mind. It seems to me you mares are overall less happy with your place than our females are. Would you say that’s correct?”

 “Uhm… this slave is not… she doesn’t really know, Master. Maybe?” Her reply is the complete opposite of confident. Not only is she unsure if that is true or not, she also is more worried about getting the question wrong and incurring any punishment from the male.

“Ah yes, you told me you haven’t had contact with a caribou cow before”, Birgir says with a reassuring smile. “Not exactly the answer I had hoped for, but that’s not your fault. I’m not going to punish you.”

He thinks for a long while. “Let’s try something else. You are going to live with me from now on. Tell me if you wish for anything. You can ask for anything, I won’t punish you for it - but of course, I will decide if I will grant it to you or not.”

 “Yes, Master. I understand.” She squirms a little, not sure if this is a test or not, her heart and mind praying that it isn’t a test. “What… what are the duties you require of this slave, Master?”

“Your first duty right now is to answer my question, Ruby”, the stag responds in a slightly harsher tone.

 Whimpering, she speaks again, this time her voice barely heard with how quiet she speaks. “Well… she... this slut loves to read and… and cook, Master. So… maybe a… book?” Even with how timidly the words have come out there is a hint of hopefulness in them, specially when she asks for a book.

Birgir’s eyes wide in shock. “Are you telling me that you can read and write?”

 “Y- yes, Master. This mare can read and write in both Equestrian and Saddle Arabian. Does that… are you mad, Master?” Ruby shrinks a little at his shock, not sure how he would take that news, as mares are not supposed to be able to do either.

Birgir shakes his head. “I’m not mad, I just have trouble believing you.”

 “Oh, why is that, Master?” Her curiosity is peeked again as to why he doesn’t believe her.

“Well, you’re a female”, the caribou responds.

 “Oh, this slut sees your point, Master. Afterall, why should a mare need to know those things?” Unconsciously the slightest hint of disappointment can be heard in her words as she speaks, mostly to remind herself of her place.

“This has nothing to do with need”, the caribou says. “It’s not like there haven’t been attempts to teach our females to read and write. I’ve never heard of a successful one though. You’re telling me that pony females are different?”

He pauses for a second. “Then again, there are rumors among our people that cat females can read and write as well. Not that I necessarily believe these rumors, but we have met them in battle, so we know they’re capable of fighting at least. Maybe pony females are more like them than like our females. Still, I need proof.”

He stands up, fetches a piece of paper and a quill and hands them to Ruby. “Here, write something for me”, he orders.

 “Do you… would you rather it be in Equestrian, or Saddle Arabian, Master?” She looks at the paper while holding the quill, wondering what she will write. “And, what do you wish your mare to write?”

“We’ll begin with a simple test. You write something, let me read it, and then you will tell me what you wrote. You will write in Equestrian.”

 “Yes, Master.” Taking the piece of paper she thinks for a moment, then begins to write in an eloquent, flowing script, almost as if she is writing in the style of calligraphy. When she finishes two sentences appear on the sheet.

Birgir takes the sheet and looks at it, reading what she wrote.


  “It says, ‘Are you pleased, Master?’ And ‘What else would you like to know about this cunt?’” Reading off the words Ruby takes a daring glimpse up at Birgir, hoping to gauge his reaction.


“Hm. If that’s genuine, it’s impressive. It likely is, since the second one replies to my request, but it’s still possible that someone might have taught you to reproduce these words by heart, so I’ll run one more test.” He hands back the paper and quill to her. “You will write the following two sentences. I am allowed to refer to myself in first person. And then: If my Master tells me that I’m allowed to sit on the couch, I will thankfully accept this privilege. You understand?”

 “Yes, Master.” Dutifully the words are written down in that same steady, flowing script as before, almost word for word. ‘I am allowed to refer to myself in first person. And if Master tells me that I am allowed to sit on the couch, I will thankfully accept this privilege.’ “Does this please you, Master?” She looks up at him, a bit hopeful while awaiting his declaration.

Birgir takes the letter, looks at it and smiles benevolently. “This… is really impressive. Okay, you have convinced me, little mare. Do you enjoy writing?”

 “Yes, Master. Th… I used to have a journal back home that I wrote in a lot.” The sight of his smile warms her a little and her lips curl upwards shyly.

“A journal, hm?”

Birgir stands up, then walks over to a small table that looks like a working desk. “I’m keeping journals myself, so I have a good few empty books.” He picks up one, then hands it to Ruby. “I will allow you to keep a journal. I will read it, of course. This is actually a good idea, given my objective of learning to understand you. I also have a lot of books, down here and upstairs. Feel free to read them in your free time.”

 “Yes Master, thank you for your kindness. I am very grateful for it.”

Birgir smiles at her. “Well, as I said… this helps me as well.”

On the other side of the room, the cow begins to stretch. “Looks like Fiera is awake”, Birgir observes.

He walks over to her, then removes her chain from the wall, holding it in his hands. “Wakey wakey, Fiera”, he smiles.

The cow looks up to her Master, crawling close to his hooves. “Master, you have returned! Have you found what you were looking for?”

Birgir nods, then slowly drags Fiera over to the couch. Kneeling in front of it, her eyes fall on Ruby.

“This is Ruby, Fiera”, Birgir explains. “She is with us now. She’s really smart, much smarter than you, so I’ll put her in charge of you whenever I’m not around. You’ll follow her orders to the letter as long as they don’t run against something I told you. Do you understand?”

The cow nods weakly, apparently slightly surprised.

Then, Birgir turns to Ruby. “Ruby, this is Fiera. I bought her a few weeks ago, for the purpose of breeding. She is the only other female in my household right now, and she unfortunately has a habit of getting herself into situations. That’s why I put you in charge over her.” He smiles a little. “It’ll also give me a chance to observe how you deal with this.”

 The mare looks at Fiera and extends her hand in greeting, matching it with a welcoming smile. “Hello, Fiera, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

The cow looks at her in confusion, visibly not sure how to react to that gesture.

The male chuckles. “I think she wants you to take her hand, quickly shake it, then let go of it again. It’s a pony greeting custom from what I understand.”

Fiera smiles at her master, then takes Ruby’s hand and quickly shakes it - but then she lets go of it very quickly, blushing a good bit.

 “It is called a handshake, Fiera. Though I do guess it is a little… out of the ordinary nowadays.” The mare giggles a bit and gives her fellow slave a soft smile.

“Well, stallions still do it”, Birgir says. “And we haven’t noticed that most of them don’t normally appreciate hugs or kisses on the cheek as a greeting, so most of us adopt it when dealing with them. Not sure about mares. I guess it’s a fine gesture. Fiera, you’ve just learned something new about this country’s people.”

Petting her head, he gently smiles at her, and she returns him a wide, happy smile.

Then, he seems to remember something.

“Ruby, you said you can cook?”

 “Yes Master, I can. It used to be something mares from my home were expected to do. Now, I guess not so much. And, if she may add to your comment about greetings, Master?” Getting a little more comfortable around him, she relaxes a bit and looks up into his eyes.

“You may speak freely.”

 “The greeting towards stallions regarding hugs and kisses on the cheek were normally reserved for family, friends or lovers. At least, that was before you caribou came.”

“Well, yes. In our culture, we also greet family, friends or lovers like that, and many superiors also greet their subordinates that way. Sometimes even with a kiss to the muzzle, but we’ve noticed stallions really don’t appreciate that. We don’t even have a custom of a physical greeting among complete strangers. We just raise our hands. Like this.”

He slowly raised his right hand to about chest height, revealing his palm to Ruby. “Hi”, he said, smiling.

 Mimicking the gesture, she raises her right hand at about the same height, leveling the center of her palm to about nipple height. “Hello, Master.”

“Alright, since you asked me about that earlier, let’s quickly talk about your duties in my home before we move on”, Birgir says with a more serious tone. “You told me you can cook. Is that true?”

 “Yes, Master. It was something of a requirement for mares to learn, at least back home. Also, I guess it was sorta useful to know if you lived alone.” She giggles a little at the explanation, not really conceiving the idea of a male living alone nowadays.

Birgir nods. “I guess so. Well, then this will be your first duty. You will cook for me and Fiera, and also for my guests. Fiera is doing the simpler household chores, but I guess she won’t complain if you help her with them.” He smirks. “Fiera… can’t cook. I once made the mistake to let her get into the kitchen unsupervised. I think she just wanted to surprise her Master with a cooked dish. Fortunately, I was able to put out the fire before it spread. That’s how she got her name. Her former Master only gave her a number name, and it kind of felt silly to call her that.”

Ruby giggles almost uncontrollably as he tells her the story, not liking the mental images that come to mind. “Well, thankfully you are both safe and well, Master. I would be eager to fix you up a meal if you wish. Do you… do you expect to have guests often? And why would her previous Master give her a number?”

“I don’t know. Some caribou only give their slaves number names, like Einsa, Zweia, Dreia... Councilman Anvari has such names for his breeding slaves, I believe. I think it’s silly, to be honest.”

 “Inse, Zewia and Drei, Master? What numbers are those?”

Birgir chuckles over the mispronunciation. “Eins is one in our language. Zwei is two. And drei is three. And then Councilman Anvari just added an -a at the end to make up a female name.”

 “Oh, okay. I guess I can understand, Master. Since slaves are property, and I guess it would be easier to keep track of his cows.” A soft smile is flashed towards Master as she’s glad he hadn’t renamed her.

“Well, as I said, I think it’s silly. If a male’s mind is so weak that he can’t even remember a bunch of proper names, he’s probably not fit to be a Master.” He sighs. “Our society is run by a bunch of fucking degenerates. I think people like Anvari shouldn’t even be allowed to breed, let alone be council members.”

 “Why do you say that, Master?” She looks at him a bit shocked at the words he had just spoken.

“Because it’s true”, Birgir says angrily. Then, he calms down a bit. “But let’s move on to more pleasurable things.” He leans back on the couch. “Ruby, I would like to see how you handle Fiera. I want you two to give me a show.” He smirks.

 “Yes, Master.” The mare looks at Fiera and approaches her, not exactly what he means by handle her, but by saying he wants a show, Ruby has some kind of idea. She wraps her crimson arms lightly around the smaller female and pulls her closer to herself, their muzzles meeting in a deep kiss.

 Fiera, slightly surprised, moans in sudden pleasure as she leans in passively.

“Hm. Interesting”, Birgir mumbles, rubbing his chin and smirking as he takes in the view.

 Ruby’s tongue presses against Fiera’s lips, requesting to be allowed entry. At the same time the mare begins to move her hands slowly down the smaller cow’s sides, resting on her hips and part of her butt, pulling the cow just a little closer. Fiera, apparently instinctively understanding the other female’s desire, immediately opens her muzzle as Ruby’s tongue teases her lips. The mare lets her tongue enter the cow’s muzzle and begins to move around the other female’s tongue, which surprisingly remains passive.

The larger female’s tongue dances inside the cow’s mouth, moving Fiera’s tongue around as the mare’s generous breasts press against the cow’s upper chest, flattening a little as they are squished.

 As the two females continue to kiss, Ruby’s red-furred hand slides across the cow’s belly and then lower, resting teasingly close to the Fiera’s pussy, but far enough away to tease the poor girl as it slowly run circles. The cow lets out a soft moan, but otherwise continues to remain passive.

The caribou male chuckles as he watches his females giving him a show. “Ruby, maybe you’re content with exploring Fiera’s body, but if you want her to do something, maybe you should try giving her an order.”

 Nodding, the mare breaks the kiss and looks into the smaller female’s eyes while continuing to tease her. “Fiera, I want you to explore my body as you see fit to. Feel free to use your hands and muzzle.” The mare hopes the command is good enough as she slips her own hand lower, now rubbing slowly and lightly against the outer folds. Ruby’s free hand has shot up takes a nipple in a tight grip, giving it a squeeze and holds the pinch for a few moments.

 The cow yelps as she feels the pinch of Ruby’s fingers. Apparently unsure about how to react to Ruby’s command, she gives her Master a questioning look, which the big caribou male simply answers with another light chuckle.

 The golden gaze of the mare also locks onto the stag, her new Master, questioningly, unsure what is wrong right now as her hands fall away from the cow. “Did she… does she not understand, Master?”

 The stag smiles. “You ordered her to do as she feels like, but I put you in a position of power over her. She expects you to give her direction.”

 “Oh, uhm… it… it does feel weird, Master, to be the one commanding instead of being commanded, like a female should be.” Biting her lower lip, Ruby looks at the female in front of her. “Fiera… play with my breasts, please. You can use your hands, muzzle or both.”

 Fiera gives Ruby a shy smile, then places her hands on the mare’s breasts and begins to gently rub them. “L… like this?”, she asks shyly.

 Letting out a soft moan as she is touched, the scarlet mare nods her head while her left hand comes back up to rest against the cow’s vaginal mound, a finger sliding slowly past the soft walls. “Y- yes, Fiera, just like that. F- focus on my nipples, sis.”

 Fiera giggles, then continues to rub the mare’s breasts, softly letting her fingers run across her nipples, while moaning from Ruby’s own touches and grinding her hips against the mare’s fingers.

 The finger inside the cow’s tunnel curls while thrusting slowly in and out of the soft, wet walls surrounding it, dragging against the upper wall with each pass. Louder moans escape the mare’s throat as her eyes close a little, large breasts being thrust forward some. “U- use your… use your… muzzle now, Fiera.”

 Fiera brings her muzzle close to the mare’s left nipple, then stops and looks up to the mare, giving her a soft smile. “How do you wish it?”, she asks softly.

 The uncomfortableness of commanding another female wars with the pleasure of the situation as Ruby continues to tease the brown furred woman with slow thrusts of her finger, exploring the cow’s depths slowly. “Uhm… uhh… h- how you would normally do it, Fiera?”

 Fiera giggles. “I… wasn’t with another female in a long time. My previous owner would keep us apart from each other for most of the time, and for most of the time I was with Master Birgir, he had only me.”

 “Oh… well, I never have been with a female myself, to tell the truth.” Ruby looks towards her Master for some possible help, her finger pulling out of the slick folds of the cow, coated in Fiera’s arousal.

 Birgir smiles. “And do you like it so far?”

 “I… it’s different, Master. Could… I don’t want to upset you, Master, but it doesn’t feel right, me commanding your cow.” Pink locks cascade down and around the mare’s head as it is lowered. ‘I… I failed him, didn’t I? He… he’s going to punish me, I know it. Why can’t I do anything right?

 “Oh?” Birgir raised an eyebrow. “And why is that? You seemed to do a good job so far, considering it’s your first time being in charge.”

 “Females shouldn’t be in charge or giving orders, Master. It is not their place. A female should be commanded and only focus on obeying to the best of her ability.” Ruby lets her ears droop a little as she looks at her Master’s hooves.

 “Males, Ruby”, Birgir said. “Females shouldn’t be in charge of males. I know quite a few Masters who give their smarter females a degree of command over the less smart ones. It makes it easier for the Master to run the household without having to micro-manage everything. Your Master put you in charge of Fiera. By commanding her, you’re obeying him.”

  He pauses for a second. “But then again, this was a test. You’re not just a bit smarter than Fiera, you’re a lot smarter. I wanted to see the limits of your abilities. If you don’t feel capable or cut out to be in charge of Fiera, that’s fine. But this has nothing to do with you being female.”

 She looks at Fiera for a quick second, then up towards her caribou Master and takes a slow, deep breath. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I misunderstood that part I guess,” Giving a nervous smile she turns back to the cow. “Fiera, use your muzzle to… suck and lick my nipples while playing with my breasts with your hands.”

 Fiera instantly follows her orders. Bringing her muzzle to the mare’s left tit, she begins to slowly, softly lick around it while her right hand comes to rest on Ruby’s right breast. Her eyes look up to the mare in obedient expectation, waiting for further orders.

 Birgir smiles at the two and leans back, enjoying the show. The mare’s voice is broken by moans as her head tilts backwards, giving the other slave better access. “K- keep it up, Fiera, it… it feels good so far. Use your hands to… to squeeze my breasts lightly while… while sucking on my nipples.”

 Once again, Fiera follows the mare’s orders, adjusting her movements accordingly.

 Birgir leans back and smiles. “Mh, quite an enjoyable show so far.”

 With her moans and the waves of pleasure getting more frequent, Ruby arches back a little, giving the cow even more access to her tits, an idea coming to mind. She places her hands on the cow’s shoulders, pushing her back just a little. “Kiss me back like I kissed you earlier, Fiera.”

 The cow slowly moves her head upwards and presses her lips onto Ruby’s. She’s quite a bit less fierce than Ruby had been, and it seems like she’s waiting for further encouragement.

 A moan enters the cow’s mouth as slender, crimson arms wrap around her neck, hugging Fiera loosely. For about a minute, or was it ten minutes that past? Ruby is content to just stand there, locked in the passionate kiss.

 With a sigh and moan, the kiss is eventually broken so both females can take in much needed air. “Fiera, crawl onto the couch and lay down in the center on your back.”

 Birgir’s eyes follow his cow as she leaves Ruby’s embrace and crawls over and onto the couch, lying on it on her back. She turns her body slightly towards Ruby, letting her hand rest on her hip. “Like this?”, she asks, smiling at the other female.

 “Almost, now lay down on your back with your legs spread.” Licking her lips, Ruby’s golden pools roam over the beautiful doe’s form, taking in every single inch of her while waiting for Fiera to comply.

 Fiera gives the mare a shy look, then leans back and spreads her legs. She lets out a soft moan of expectation.

 Approaching Fiera, the taller female gives Master Birgir a wink and stands right next to the doe. Gently she is repositioned until her back is flat against the cushions. “Fiera, during this part you can use your muzzle, tongue and fingers to play with my pussy. I don’t really have any experience with this either, so not sure how I should command you.”

 Fiera nods weakly. “I’m sure Master will help if we don’t know what to do.” She gives the mare a soft smile.

 With a light giggle, Ruby climbs above the laying beauty, but does so in a way where Fiera is looking straight at the mare’s glistening pussy. At the same time Ruby has to bend her back some to be able to reach the cow’s own flower.

 The cow giggles and licks her lips. “Ooh… pretty.”

 With a giggle, Ruby’s tongue presses very lightly against the outer swell of her slave sister’s cunt, teasing the cow with slow, sensual licks.

 The cow immediately moves her head up towards Ruby’s own cunt and begins to copy the mare’s slow licks. It seems she doesn’t exactly know what else to do either. A small chuckle can be heard from Birgir’s seat.

 A deeper and louder moan vibrates against Fiera’s lower lips as the big mare arches her back some. Realizing Fiera is copying her, the mare repositions her arms and uses her finger to spread the juicy, wet folds to expose the treasure of her inner walls.

 Fiera giggles and moans. “Do… do you want me to do that to you as well, Ruby?”, she asks.

 “Y- yes, Fiera. If… if I don’t give you a command, follow my lead as best as you can, okay?”

 The cow giggles again, then places her fingers at Ruby’s folds and softly spreads them apart.

 Moaning at the touch, Ruby forces herself to focus and with an experimental lick she drags her tongue slowly down the cow’s lewdly spread folds, starting from the apex of her lips and moving extremely slowly downwards., gathering the cow’s natural lubricant onto her tongue.

 As she had ordered, the cow mirrors her movements, likewise beginning to slowly drag her own tongue down Ruby’s folds, tasting the mare’s wetness as her tongue presses a bit harder into the skin than the mare did. She giggles a little. “Mmmmh”, she moans.

 Taking a little time, the crimson mare lets the fluids rest on her tongue, taste buds overwhelmed by the flavor of the smaller slave. Reluctantly, she swallows and looks back moaning heavily. “W- what do you think so far, Fiera? Like how I taste?”

 Fiera giggles. “Mmmh, yes… mh… Ruby.” She gives the mare another eager lick, savoring the taste of an aroused mare. Her eyes flutter closed and she loses herself in not just the sensations said mare is giving her, but also the sensations of pleasuring another female.

 Taking a deep breath Ruby dives back in, this time shoving her tongue deeply into the pink channel, wiggling it around inside the cow, touching as much of the pink, slick walls as possible. Fiera moans loudly as she feels the mare’s tongue entering her. Following Ruby’s orders the cow follows suit, her own tongue slipping past the pink petals of the scarlet furred mare above her. The moans of the two females vibrate against each others’ parted pussy lips as their natural fluids spill heavily from their bodies, and in Fiera’s case, her muzzle and face is quickly coated in Ruby’s love juice.

 The moans reach fever pitch as the pair of lustful females near orgasm, their eyes closed as they focus not just on pleasing the other woman, but also putting on a good show for their Master. Their tongues twist and rub against every square centimeter of the other, Ruby’s hands grip the cushion in a tight grip as she tries to keep from cumming. The cow, trained to hold off until given permission, is able to keep up her assault, sweating beading heavily on the joined bodies as large sized breasts are flattened due the the closeness.

 A small chuckle is heard from across the table, where Birgir is sitting. “Oh… seems like I forgot to tell you. You are both allowed to come.”

 As soon as the command is given, Ruby screams as her body jerks above the cow, stomach muscles contracting and releasing quickly while her eyes close shut and her back arches hard. Her hands ball tight as they dig into the cushions, knuckles white under the red fur. A stream of liquid spurts out from her cunt and splashes against the arm of the couch.

 Birgir chuckles. “Great. Now I have to find a way to get the couch clean again. So… you two had fun?”

 Panting, Ruby lays limply atop Fiera, her eyes screwed shut as she tries to regain her senses, breathing raggedly as her body gives little jerks from the aftershocks. When she speaks, her voice is hoarse and breathy. “Y- yes, Master. Did… did You enjoy the… the show?”

 “Quite a bit”, Birgir smiles. “I’m going to continue Fiera’s breeding now. I will have you later, in my bedroom, after dinner. You may watch us though if you want to.”

 Nodding, Ruby rolls off the couch and finds the nearest hard object to rest her back against, her fur, mane and tail soaked in sweat and a mixture of hers and Fiera’s juices, a smile flirting with her lips as she watches her new Master take his cow.

 Birgir picks up Fiera, then places her on the table in the middle of the room, her face facing towards him. He unzips his pants and reveals his cock, then grabs her legs, slowly spreads them, and begins to rub it against her still wet folds. The cow giggles.

 At the sight of his hard malehood, Ruby licks her lips lustfully, but stays still, knowing this is Fiera’s time and she would have to wait.

“Put your arms on my shoulders”, Birgir commands, and the doe obeys instantly. He pushes into her only seconds later, looking her in the eyes and smiling as he begins to thrust into her. Fiera moans in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her Master’s cock inside her.

 After a while, he pulls out, then grabs her and turns her around, pushing her into the table. She instinctively spreads her legs and he inserts himself into her cunt again, pounding her hard from behind.

 The large caribou male lets his right hand run across the smaller female’s back as he pounds her, occasionally giving her hard slaps, earning small, restrained yelps from her. As he feels his orgasm approaching, he bends over her, pushing her down with his entire body. “Come with me”, he whispers into Fiera’s ear only a moment before he releases his seed into his slave’s body. Fiera whimpers in pleasure below him.

 He eventually pulls out, grabs a handkerchief, cleans himself up, then pulls up his pants and lets his cock vanish within them again, but not before giving Ruby a two-seconds long good view of it.

 She licks her lips hungrily again as he shows off to her. Even when he puts himself away she continues to stare at his crotch, moaning as she imagines what it would feel like, hoping she is tight enough for his pleasure.

 Birgir glances down at Ruby, smirking. “You like what you saw, little mare?”

 “Yes, Master. Can’t wait to have my chance with you. I hope my body is tight enough for you. Some of the males who used me yesterday… they were complaining about how loose my holes were for them.”

 Birgir grins. “I think I’ll have my fun, little mare. But now… since you told me you can cook, you will show me. You are making dinner today.”

 “Yes, Master. Is there anything in particular you want?” Ruby stands up immediately and makes her way to the kitchen, thighs coated thickly in her mare cum and her tail is flagged high, exposing her tailhole and pussy to be viewed by all.

 Birgir smiles. “Just look what you can do with what I have in the kitchen. I’m confident you’ll be able to cook up something delicious.”

 He follows her into the kitchen, smiling as he ogles her body.

 Taking the tip of her tail she holds it up while looking around, finding something suitable to keep it held up. After tying her tail securely in place, Ruby washes her hands thoroughly, looking over what foods Master has available in the cupboards and the refrigerator. She notices the complete absence of kibble, but lots of different vegetables and fruits, as well as different spices and kinds of bread. It seems Master Birgir prefers to feed his females decent food. Judging from the variety of ingredients, it can also be assumed that he enjoys cooking himself.

 Taking a look through the various ingredients, Ruby decides to settle on something simple to make for now. Keeping her flank pushed out and legs parted just so so begins to gather enough to make a lasagna. Her flanks dance and sway teasingly as she goes to work mixing a couple items in a large bowl, turning it into a thick paste. “Enjoying the view, Master?”

 The caribou behind her smiled. “You look quite nice, Ruby. But don’t get carried away. You should focus on the task at hand.”

 “Of course, Master.”With her head staying forward she hides a smile, something about this stag seems different than the ponies and caribou who have used and abused her. It makes her feel hopeful about her new situation. While her thoughts roam a little, she sprays down a pan and sets a layer of lasagna noodles down and tops it with the vegetable mixture, some cottage cheese and pasta sauce, repeating it three more times before the uncooked meal is placed in the pre-heated oven.

 As the main dish is being cooked, on top of the stove a large pan is filled with a mixture of corn, peas and carrots, simmering so that the food will be ready at around the same time. The dirty dishes are placed in the sink and washed quickly. “It will take about an hour for the food to finish cooking, Master. Did you want to talk or something?”

 “Not really, but I could show you around the house”, Birgir suggested. “So far you’ve only seen the living room and the kitchen.”

 “I’d love that, Master. And I am a bit curious about where I would be sleeping.” Not bothering to unbind her tail, she goes to give Birgir a hug, but stops, knowing she hasn’t been given permission yet.

 Birgir takes a step towards her himself. Standing close to her and looking into her eyes, he lets his hand run through her mane. “I think I already said that you will be allowed to sleep with me in my bed.” He gives her a friendly smile that nonetheless does not hide his intentions.

 With a smile, she leans into his hand, eyes closing contently while enjoying the show of affection, waiting for him to start the tour.

 Birgir takes a step away from her and back into the living room, opening a glass door that leads to a small garden. “Follow me”, he commands.

 He steps outside into a small, nicely kept garden with a few trees. “This is the garden”, he says. “There is a part where I grow a few small things like fruits and herbs. Since this is part of my private property, you should be safe from other males here, so feel free to spend the day here while I’m at work. Maybe Fiera will join you. She likes to sit in the garden and enjoy the view while playing with herself.” He chuckles. “Now that you’re here to keep an eye on her, I can probably let her off the leash again while I’m away.”

 “Has she been causing you trouble, Master?” A worried look crosses the mare’s face as she comes to a few conclusions after how he said that. However, she can’t help but to enjoy the partial solitude offered by the spot.

 “I think I mentioned that she has a habit of getting herself into... situations. Did I mention the fire?”, Birgir answers.

 “Yes Master, you have. Anything dangerous I should know about?”

 Birgir blinked. “Aside from the usual, like fire or knives? I can’t think of anything in particular.”

 “Okay, Master. Does Fiera have a desire to cook or was she trying to do something nice for you that didn’t include sex of any kind?”

 The caribou shrugs. “I guess both. Fiera is unusually curious for a cow, despite being raised by a Master who was far less tolerant of such things than I am, and she does have a desire to find new ways to please me.”

 “Well, Master. I may be able to help and show her how to safely make something in the kitchen.” Her eyes light up a little as an idea comes to mind. “When is your birthday, Master?”

 “In spring”, Birgir responds. “About six months from now. Why?”

 “How do caribou celebrate birthdays? And do you know when Fiera’s is?” Her smile widens, but she doesn’t yet want to reveal why she is asking.

 “I do not”, Birgir responds. “We do not usually celebrate the birthdays of our females, and in fact rarely even remember them.” He glances a look at Fiera, then steps closer to Ruby, whispering in her ear. “I am thinking about giving her a little celebration at the yearly anniversary of the day I bought her. It was a happy and memorable day for both of us - and any celebration I could give her will be just as much fun for me as for her. The first anniversary would be in spring as well, only a few days after my birthday. I’m not sure yet what I’ll do though.” He takes a step back. “Don’t tell any other males about this, though. And don’t tell Fiera.”

 Still lying on her cushions, Fiera looks up to him. “Don’t tell Fiera what?”, she asks, giggling a little.

 Birgir turns to her, smirking. “If I wanted you to know, do you really think I’d tell Ruby not to tell you?”, he asks.

 Fiera blushes and casts her eyes down. “Sorry, Master. I... also spoke without permission.”

 Birgir smirks. “I’ll punish you later.” Then he whispers to Ruby: “Unless I forget, that is.” He gives her a wink.

 Ruby giggles a little at his words. “You never answered my first question, Master, at least not fully. Do caribou celebrate birthdays of the males?”

 “Yes, we do”, the caribou answers. “Usually with an orgy, of course. Having fun with our females, and occasionally with each other. Lots of wine, drink, singing, and fucking.”

 “Well, Master, I had an idea, and no, I won’t tell you exactly what it will entail. I’ll show you how us ponies would normally celebrate a birthday. You wouldn’t mind if I have Fiera help me in the kitchen, would you? I could teach her how to do things safely and not cause a fire or accidentally cut herself,” the crimson female gives Birgir a hopeful smile, knowing that Fiera may enjoy this if she is properly shown what to do. “Also, I was wondering if you had some friends you would want to invite over to experience this as well.”

 Birgir frowns, but then relaxes. “I guess I could grant you this one little secret - but in general, I want my females to not keep any secrets from me. As for your second question, I have to admit, after the fire incident, I didn’t consider actually showing Fiera how to do it. I will grant you a chance to do so, but I will oversee the process - and if Fiera gets herself into any kind of dangerous situations because of it, I will call off this project. Understood?”

 “Yes, Master. Two last questions before we move on, what are your two favorite colors, and do you have markers, paint or something of the kind?”

 “My two favorite colors, hm…” The caribou thinks for a long time. “I have never given it much thought, to be honest. I don’t really have favorite colors - but now that I think about colors, the two that come to mind are green and brown. They make me think of forests. I often daydream about sitting in a forest and just enjoying the view… not sure why, though.” He takes a good look at Ruby. “Now that I think about it, I think I also like red quite a bit.” He smiles. “And of course I can provide you with things like markers.”

 “Thank you, Master. Once I have everything ready, I’ll let you know and you can invite some friends over who you think will enjoy this as well,” With a smile, she plants a light kiss on his chin really quick. “I would like to continue the tour now, Master.”

 “I… don’t really have too many friends”, the caribou admits. “I never connected well with most of my fellow stags - and most stallions I’ve met so far outright disgust me. I don’t know if they were always like this or if the king’s cure made them like this, whatever it might be, but if the latter is the case, something went terribly wrong with it.” He seems to think about something for a moment, but says nothing more.

 A frown crosses Ruby’s muzzle at his words and she stays quiet, knowing that the stallions must have been altered by whatever it is the caribou did.

 “But anyway… let’s continue the tour. Please follow me.” The caribou moves through the living room into the area where the front door is located. There is another door, and a staircase upstairs. He points at the door. “This is a small toilet room”, Birgir says. “It’s mostly for guests, but feel free to use it. I have a bigger bathroom upstairs with a bathtub and a shower. You can use the shower as well, but you will ask me first if you want to take a bath.” He smirks. “After all, I wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to join in.”

 As she follows him through the house, she looks at as much as she can. There are quite a few bookshelves in the living room, but aside from that, the walls are mostly bare. “Yes, Master, I think I’d enjoy that as well.” More thoughts cross her mind at how empty and sad the walls seem, running a hand against the bare surface gently.

 The stag begins to move up the stairs, expecting Ruby to follow her.

 She blows Fiera a kiss as she passes her sister slave while following Birgir, thinking to herself about how lovely and peaceful the small cow currently looks, lying on her cushions without a care.

 Meanwhile, Birgir has reached the top of the stairs. “Hurry up, Ruby”, he commands.

 “Yes, Master.” She hurries to obey, her steps long and swift before coming to a complete stop just behind him with a smile. “Ready to continue.”

 There is a small floor with a door to the left, one to the right, and one at the end of the floor. Birgir opens the door to the left and steps in.

  She follows the stag inside, her gaze taking in every inch of the room. There is a large bed to the right of the door, definitely large enough for two people to sleep in, maybe even three, but with only one blanket and cushion. She also sees another bookshelf to the left. Unlike the bookshelves downstairs, which seemed to contain mostly Equestrian literature, this one is mostly filled with books with runic titles, leading to the conclusion that these are books Birgir brought from his homeland. There is also an X-shaped cross standing next to the bookshelf.

 On the wall at the rear end of the room, there is a large painting on the wall: a portrait of a stag. He looks very similar to Birgir, but Ruby can’t shake the feeling that it isn’t portraying him.

 “This is my room”, Birgir says. “As I said, you will sleep here with me.”

 Silently, a bit amazed at what she is seeing, Ruby walks slowly around, her fingertips trailing along the book spines. As she steps in front of the X shaped item she stops and takes some time to really examine it, having some idea what it could be used for, though never been strapped to one herself. She just hopes when she is it will be enjoyable, unlike all the other times she has been bound. Clearing her head with a shake, the pegasus mare finishes her tour, standing beside Birgir and points at the picture. “Master, who is that? And also… think you can teach me how to read these books?”

 Birgir thinks for a moment, then nods. “Ah yes… you can read Equestrian, but not our language. Yes, I think I would like to give you lessons on the weekends. It will be an interesting experience to teach a female to read our language who might actually be capable of learning it. I look forward to seeing how fast you pick things up. It will give me a better idea of what pony females are like, which is precisely what I want.”

 Smiling, the mare hugs her new Master happily, kissing his chin as she rests her pink covered head against his shoulder. “Who is that stag in the picture, Master? Is that your father, or some other family member?”

 “It is my father, yes”, the caribou responds.

 “Is he still alive? Do you… do you think he would enjoy meeting me, Master?” She can’t hide the fact she is interested in meeting his family, maybe soon.

 “I’m sure he would have enjoyed…”, he pauses for a second, smirking. “...meeting you. Unfortunately, he has already joined the ancestors. It is me who you will have to please.” He grins.

 “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I… maybe some day you can tell me what your parents were like, I’d love to hear about them.” Saddened she hugs the stag comfortingly, wrapping her tail around him as well. “Do you have any other family that is still alive?”

 “My… parents...”, the caribou says, trying to grasp what the mare was asking about. “Oh. I see. I guess you ponies see things differently. A male caribou’s relationship to the cow who gave birth to him is usually not any different from his relationship to any other cow in his father’s possession. We do not place excessive importance on... motherhood.” He shrugs. “As far as I know, I’m the only member of my family who joined Dainn’s expedition, and I bought Fiera only after arriving here. If what Dainn has told us about the Cycle is true, the rest of my family has probably also joined the ancestors.”

 “Cycle, Master?” She looks confused at the term, curious about what he is talking about.

 “The catastrophe we were fleeing from”, Birgir says. “Dainn and Sindri foresaw it, and tried to warn King Svarndagr about it, but he didn’t listen… or so they say. So they secretly gathered everyone who wanted to come and set sail - and that’s how we landed here.”

 “I… I’m sorry to hear that, Master.” Giving him another hug the mare steps back, trying to smile at him. “What about the rest of the house, Master?”

 Birgir thinks for a second, then chuckles. “I… you’re right, let’s not talk about glum stuff. This is a day of joy after all.” He walks to the door and opens it. “Follow me”, he says before walking out of the room.

 Happily, Ruby follows her new Master, the sheaths on her back moving slightly with the attempts to straighten her wings out. As they walk her golden gaze takes in as much of the house she can. “How did you come to acquire a house like this, Master?”

“It was on sale cheap after they took Canterlot”, he answers. “I guess it belonged to a mare. I’ve never seen or known the former owner or owners though.”

 “Oh. I… I wish that us mares were allowed to keep something of ours, to be honest. As much as I don’t like the choice my family made for me… I still love them and… I had a heirloom that once belonged to my mom. It was a diamond ring and earring set, though I don’t wear earrings,” Thinking back to when it was taken away her body shivers and a frown replaces her smile. “I would love to have those back, they mean so much to me and my family.”

 “Many Masters allow their slaves to wear jewelry of different sorts”, Birgir says. “It has even seen an increase in popularity after we took over here. Some also allow them to have other small possessions as well.” He chuckles. “I’ve heard some Masters even allow their slaves to keep journals - though I’m sure that’s just a rumor.” A wide grin appears on his face.

 “Well, to be honest, Master, journals have been really popular with young, teenage mares. It was a safe place where we could write things down we felt we couldn’t tell anypony else. The more common term is diary, though.” A giggle escapes her lips at his grin and she lowers his eyes, blushing a little, though hard to see due to her normal fur color.

 “Ruby, I want you to have no secrets from me”, Birgir reminds her. “If you care about something enough to write it down, I would like you to tell me. I already told you that I will read what you write. You like to write, and I want to learn to understand you, so I’m sure this will benefit us both.”

 “Yes, Master. Also, another use for a diary is that… it helps unclog thoughts as it were. So say if you’re feeling upset, or just have too much on your mind, writing it down helps a lot if you want to make sense of something.”

 “Yes, I know. I keep journals myself. Maybe I’ll let you read parts of them someday.” He smiles. “Maybe as a reward.”

 “I’d love that, Master.” Peeking over his shoulder, Ruby tries to glance into the room they are standing in front of, curious to see what it is about.

 Birgir turns around. “This is the guest room.” Walking into the room, he once again gives her a sign to follow her.

 “But you said you don’t get many visitors, Master. Or do the ones you get tend to stay the night a lot? Normally, an unused guest room was turned into something more useful to the individual who owns the building.” Golden pools sweep the entire room slowly, taking as much in as they can and trying to commit it to memory.

 The room is a bit bigger than Birgir’s own, with four beds standing in it. Beside each bed is a pile of hay. On the rear end of the room, there is another X-shaped cross leaning on the wall, and there are also cupboards and bookshelves with even more books.

 “I don’t really have many guests, no”, Birgir says. “At least not right now - but that may change in the future, one never knows. I also don’t really have another use for the room. I put a few more things in here, like the cross, but for the most part, I just left it the way it was when I bought it.”

 A look of sadness crosses her face as she speaks, ears flattening a little, as if a memory has forced itself to the fore. “Well Master, it is never too late to make friends. You don’t have to have the exact same interests, a little variety and differences are a good thing to have. Though it would be best if you both had at least one or two interests in common.”

 Birgir laughs. “Finding shared interests isn’t the problem. The problem is that I don’t think highly of most people around me - particularly not of the stallions, but also not of most of my brethren. In case of the latter, it’s mostly mutual - bookworms are not held in high regard in our society, sadly, and this hasn’t changed much even with King Dainn in charge. Most of my brethren think of me as soft, maybe even weak, and I think of them as stupid and petty.”

 “I’m sure you’re just exaggerating, Master. But an attitude like that doesn’t help matters either. Surely there must be at least one or two males you somewhat get along with at your place of work.” She rounds on him and, while smiling, does give Birgir a look of not  liking what he just said.

 “Oh, I get along with them just fine. I’m just not interested in befriending them. To be honest, I’m a bit surprised that you would be so insistent on me making friends with other males, caribou or pony, given what you have been through.”

 “Everyone, regardless of race or gender should have at least one friend, Master,” Again a look of sadness flashes across her face as she says that, though it’s fleeting. “Besides, I trust you. Something about you makes me trust you even if you have only owned me for part of the day.”

 Birgir looks away. “It’s not that they don’t trust me. They trust me alright. It’s that I don’t like them. I don’t like the principles by which they live, I don’t like how they behave towards each other, how they treat their slaves, and in case of the stallions, how their entire life now seems to be focused on making their slaves miserable with not much more else in mind. I’m honestly surprised you would even want me to make friends with someone like your former owner, for example.”

 “Well, not like him, Master. But… maybe there are stallions or stags that share similar views on how to properly treat females. Maybe you could start a class or something on that.” A giggle can be heard  and a smile of playfulness is directed towards the taller male.

 “I haven’t stopped looking, Ruby, if that’s what you’re asking for. I keep this room the way it is for a reason.”

 “Okay, Master. Any other rooms in the house?”

 “The bathroom, at the end of the floor. I think I already mentioned it. There’s a shower in there, and a bathtub. You can use the shower any time you want, but you will ask me if you want to take a bath.”

 “Yes, Master. I know they may not be available, since females aren’t that highly thought of, but… I was wondering if bath salts and the like are still available.”

 Birgir nods. “They are, and I have some. I like to keep my body clean as well.”

 “Thank you, Master. You wouldn’t mind if I use those, would you? Also… I know caribou think that mares should be presentable, so, are there actually any decent soaps, shampoos and conditioners available? I’d like to look my best for you.”

 Birgir smiles. “As I said, I like to keep my body clean - and I would like my slaves to smell pleasant when I take them. Call it a personal preference. So yes, I have all these things, and you may use them when showering or when I let you take a bath.”

 Trying to stifle her giggling, Ruby is unable to do so and bursts out laughing while shaking her head.

 The stag looks at her in confusion. “Did I say something funny?”, he inquires.

 Between bouts of laughter she replies, smiling goofily. “No, Master, but… there is a difference between being clean and smelling good and using the proper care supplies. Using the right supplies not only helps keep you clean, but helps make one’s fur, mane and tail softer, brighter and fuller looking.”

 Birgir smiles. “Well, I definitely would want that for my slaves. We’ll see what I have and whether it’s sufficient for our purposes later. I think we should return to your cooking now, though.”

 “Yes Master, it should be about ready by now.” Eagerly, she bounces her way down the stairs in a hurry, followed by Birgir close behind. Sure enough the smell of cooked food wafts throughout the house. Grabbing some cloths, she lays them out on the counter before grabbing another set and carefully pulls the pan out of the oven. There is not a hint of blackness on it at all, or it looking undercooked.

   As the lasagna cools down, Ruby sets a large sauce pan on the stove and sets the burner on high. “Master, could you get the celery, onions, some ground sage and thyme leaves, please?” As she asks, her hands are busy tearing apart a couple of bread slices into small chunks while the tub of butter sits next to her.

 “Vegetables are in the fridge”, Birgir says. “Spices are on the shelf over the oven.”

 “I know you asked if I could cook, Master, and to prove it. But could get some help, at least with chopping the celery and onions, please?”

 Birgir chuckles. “Seeing that you are otherwise busy, I guess I have no choice but to chop onions for you. I’m not going to punish you, but next time, I would like you to make proper preparations beforehand. Understood?”

 He fetches some celery, a bunch of onions and a kitchen knife, then walks to the living room, takes place at the table and begins to chop them up.

 “Yes, Master. I understand. It was something I thought of last minute to add to the meal.” Looking down and frowning, Ruby opens two cans of corn that are emptied into the saucepan, while the breadcrumbs are placed in a large bowl. Once that is set a couple spoonfuls of butter are added into a microwavable bowl before she grabs the spices. “Are you done with the celery and onions, Master?”

 Birgir returns with the plate of chopped vegetables. “I am”, he says, handing it over to Ruby, then leaving the room again to wait at the dinner table.

 “Thank you, Master. And sorry to make you do some work.” She keeps her head down and frowns as the vegetables are added to the butter, then thrown into the microwave, cooking for about eight minutes. The time is spent stirring the corn and adding a little butter for flavoring.

 As it nears time for the food to be ready the mare looks at her sister slave, calling the cow over. “Fiera, could you be a dear and get a plate, glass and some silverware for our Master, please?”

 The cow looks up from her place, first at Ruby, then at her Master, who gives her a nod. She stands up and slowly walks to the kitchen, fetching a plate, glass, and silverware, carrying it over to the kitchen table. Birgir seems to say something to her, and a second later, she’s back, fetching another plate, glass and piece of silverware. She looks slightly confused, but gives Ruby a warm smile.

 Smiling back, Ruby is a bit curious as to her confused look, but shrugs and gets the stuffing out of the oven, setting it next to the lasagna and takes a deep whiff. Giggling, she realizes where the plates were taken to. “I should have been more specific, my fault,” With a smile, she fetches both plates and then looks back to the stag. “How much lasagna and stuffing you want, Master? And who is the second plate for?”

 Birgir smiles. “Who do you think? You’re going to sit with me at the table while we eat, keeping me company.”

 “Yes, Master. Thank you, I just… I didn’t expect you would allow me that privilege,” As I wait for your answer to the first question I fix my plate, then looks around for Fiera’s bowl. “Is Fiera not eating? Fiera, could you fetch your bowl, please, and bring it to me.”

 Fiera looks at her Master, even more confused now.

 “Fiera usually eats after I’ve finished. I set a bit aside for her before I start”, Birgir informs the mare.

 “Oh, I didn’t know. Sorry, Master. Sorry, Fiera. How much would you like on your plate, Master? And what would you like to drink?” The refrigerator is opened and the contents explored for possible drink options.

 “Water”, Birgir responds. “I’m not in the mood for wine or mead today. I don’t want to spend my first evening with you drunk.”

 “Yes, Master. You don’t drink juice or anything?”

 There are a few juices in the fridge.

 “Hm, didn’t think of juice. I usually drink juice with breakfast. Do you have any recommendations?”

 “I prefer apple juice over everything else, Master.” Hesitating she closes the door, so as to conserve energy.

 “Apple juice it is, then”, Birgir decides. “And give me a full plate.”

 “Yes, Master,” Birgir’s plate is filled with approximately three even portions of lasagna, stuffing and corn, while Ruby’s has small portions. Both glasses are filled nearly to the top with the brownish, fruity juice. “Fiera, can you come get the glasses, please?” Leaving them on the counter, the red-furred mare gathers both plates and carries them into the dining room. The full plate is set in front of the stag while Ruby starts to place her plate on the floor, like a good slave should, then stops and with an embarrassed blush sets her plate next to him.

 Birgir smiles at her. “Fiera feels uncomfortable sitting at a table, particularly together with her Master. If you feel the same, you don’t have to sit with me. But if this is just a result of your former owner’s training, then please join me at the table.”

 “It’s more like… while he was my first owner, Master, he didn’t train me. I was trained for a few weeks by a couple of caribou and a yellow coated mare with a baby blue mane.”

 “Vestri’s pet?”, Birgir asked.

 “Maybe, her name is Sunny and wore a really, really impressive red collar, Master. I didn’t like her, though, to be honest, even if I shouldn’t say that.”

 “Well, I also don’t like her owner. But anyway… if you were trained by the pet of Councilman Vestri, someone in the government probably thinks you’re important for some reason - though apparently not important enough to be made state property. Quite odd. I wonder if they’re monitoring your whereabouts.”

 “No idea, Master. Though… I was one of the first mares that was caught here in Canterlot to accept a red collar. Maybe she was used to be an example of what a good red collar is supposed to be?”

 “Vestri definitely presents her as such”, Birgir says. “More proof that he’s an idiot. Or in love, but given that he also acts foolish on completely unrelated matters, I guess it’s the former.” He chuckles. “But we’re going a bit off-topic by now. I was just curious about your reaction there. If this was part of the training and sitting at the table with me doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, please, sit down beside me. So, does it make you feel uncomfortable or not?”

 “A little, Master. Also, I don’t want to make myself seem more important than Fiera. But if it is your wish, I’ll sit next to you.”

 Birgir rubs his chin. “I see. That is a noble thought for sure.” He smirks. “Seems like I have to do something drastic.”

 He then turns his gaze to Fiera. “Fiera, would you be okay if Ruby was allowed to sit and eat with me at the table?”

 Fiera immediately shakes her head fervently. Even Birgir seems surprised about the intensity of the reaction, and the fact that Fiera didn’t even have to think. Her mind didn’t even seem to have had the time to be confused about being asked for an opinion. It is only several seconds later that she looks at him in surprise with wide eyes.

Ruby’s plate is set next to his and she soon sits down, looking a little uncomfortable and shocked at how quickly Fiera answered the question, though she still manages to smile as she waits for Fiera to bring the drinks in. The cow returns with the bottle and the full glasses only seconds later. She gives Ruby a soft smile, something like a deep respect shimmering in her eyes.

 Her eyes wide, Ruby takes the two glasses and place the first one in front of Birgir. “What do stags normally do during dinner, besides getting serviced by a female and eating?”

 Birgir laughs. “Drinking, of course. And also conversation. What else could we do?”

 “I don’t know, Master. Was curious since I never got to really talk to a stag before. Sometimes, us ponies would watch movies and eat in the living room.”

 Birgir smirks. “So you eat cheese while watching cheesy movies?”

 Another burst of laughter doubles the mare over at the joke, her knee and forehead knocking into the wood. “OWW!”After rubbing the spots she hit she looks at him while trying to contain another burst of laughter. “Guess this isn’t the time for knock knock jokes, Master.”

 “I don’t know any good ones anyway.” The caribou grins.

 Giving him a playful pout, Ruby waits for him to start eating, hoping he enjoys the meal, and afraid of what may happen if he doesn’t.

 Birgir takes his fork and takes a good bit of the food, putting it into his muzzle.

 “Mh, this is really good. Is this enough for you?”, he asks, looking at the smaller portion on Ruby’s plate. “I don’t want my slaves to go hungry.”

 “No, Master, but… I’ll admit, I’m a bit surprised I had the energy to not only play with Fiera, but to also cook and take the tour. My old Master, he… he didn’t feed me too much, and I heard eating too much after a certain amount of time of not eating can make one sick.” Her head hangs a little, not just at his question, but the memory of her old owner.

 Birgir smiles. “A complicated way of saying that you’re not that hungry. But I understand. You eat what you have now, and we can still increase your portions slowly over time.”

 “Yes, Master.” As he begins to eat, Ruby starts to take small bites, taking her time to chew and enjoy each morsel before moving on. The look and moans of pleasure at the taste are definite signs she has not eaten real food in a while.

 “You seem to enjoy yourself, little mare”, Birgir observes. “I can’t blame you. This is really good. You did an amazing job with this.”

 “Thank you, Master. I’m glad to hear you liked it. If… I was wondering… are you going to have me eat at the table all the time, or special occasions?”

 “Well, I have already decided that I enjoy your company, so I want you to eat with me all the time.”

 “Yes, Master. Maybe… could you get me a bowl please, for just in case reasons?”

 “Of course I will. I might have guests some day that might be less appreciating of a female dining with them. For that reason alone, I should get you one.”

 Smiling, the mare leans in and gives the caribou a light peck on his cheek, her lips flavored mostly by the sweet apple juice she has been sipping slowly to savor the taste. “Thank you, Master.”

 Birgir gives a soft smile, then continues to eat. He eventually finishes his meal. “That was really good. Thank you, Ruby.”

 “You are very welcome, Master.” Despite having less on her plate, the fact she took her time eating means that Ruby finishes a couple minutes after Birgir does.

 “Alright, Ruby”, Birgir says. “Clean the plates and silverware. I’ll bring Fiera her food and drink.” He rises from his chair.

 “Yes, Master.” Smiling, she gets up and with the dirty dishes in hand saunters over to the sink, flank wiggling in a teasing manner with each step in an attempt to toy with the the stag.

 Birgir’s eyes run over the mare’s exposed flank for a moment. “Mh… I think we’ll both have a lot of fun later this evening.” He chuckles a little, then picks up Fiera’s bowl with the food and walks over to the cow’s place, to which she had returned after serving the drinks. Fiera is already lying on her pillows, waiting for her food.

 He kneels down beside her and places the bowl in front of her. “Here’s your food. Ruby and I are going to go upstairs once she’s finished cleaning up. I expect you to sleep once you’ve eaten. I want you well-rested.”

 Fiera nods. “Yes, Master.” Moving from a lying to a kneeling position, she looks over into the general direction of the kitchen. “Master, may I ask you a question?”

 Birgir rubs his chin. “Alright. What is it, Fiera?”

 Fiera looks over to the kitchen again, blushing. “May I… whisper it to you, Master?”

 Birgir chuckles in amusement. “Alright.” He moves his head closer to hers, and the cow whispers something into his ears.

 He immediately stands up, looking down at her. “Fiera, why would you ask something like that?” His voice sounds more confused and intrigued than angry.

 While Birgir feeds the cow, Ruby sings quietly to herself while dancing her flank in place, small droplets of water splash onto her front, particularly her naturally large breasts and stomach. The amount of dishes to be done is not much and are quickly cleaned off and set in the drainer. At Master’s words, her ears turn to face their direction, a bit curious as to what would have caused such a response..

 As Birgir sees Ruby standing in the door, he turns to her. “Fiera just asked me if you ponies have a word for a female Master”, he explains.

 A strong blush covers Fiera’s entire face.

 “Well, Master, that would be Mistress.” Her voice and body posture is a little hesitant and nervous, as if she is ashamed of something.

 “Mh yes…”, Birgir mumbles. “I know you ponies had a word for it. Our own language doesn’t, but you could improvise one by adding a female ending, like -in or -a, to Herr. So it would be Herrin or…”

 He pauses again for a second. “Huh. That’s odd. I have no trouble forming Herrin in my mind, but as soon as I try to form the other variant, I feel a sudden rush of panic.”

Another second later, he has gained his composure again. “Anyway. That isn’t even really the issue here. What really intrigues me is why Fiera would even ask such a question. It seems you have impressed her deeply. I mean, it is pretty obvious that she’s trying to find out how to address you in the future.”

 “M… master”, Fiera whimpers.

 “Silence!”, Birgir barks. “I’m talking to Ruby.”

 The cow immediately falls silent again.

 The mare’s ears fall a bit at his barking command to Fiera, looking first to Fiera then to the stag. “Master, I don’t mind. What if Fiera may have something important to say? Besides, only she can answer your curiosity over why she would ask such a question. Neither of us can, since we can’t read her mind.” The words are spoken in a way to be as respectful as possible towards the male.

 “You’re right, Ruby”, the stag observes. “I guess I still haven’t fully gained my composure back. This is quite a surprise.”

 He turns to Fiera. “So, Fiera… why would you ask such a question?”

 “Um, uh…”, the cow struggles for words. “It’s just… Ruby isn’t like any female I have ever been with. I mean, I… I knew cows who was more assertive than I am, but… not like that. She can handle me, like only a Master can. I feel safe with her, and I know she will take good care of me while you’re at work. I’ll follow her every word, because I feel that she’ll know what to do. And she can… do so many amazing things. And… I want to please her, whenever she wants, in any possible way. I… I mean, I know she is still… below you, Master... but… she’s still… so far above me. I mean, I… feel like… I have to address her with respect, Master.”

 Birgir rubs his chin. “Hm, I see.” He looks at Ruby. “Seems like you are something special. Or maybe you mares all are, but you have clearly left a deep impression on Fiera. What do you say? Will you allow her to address you as Mistress?”

 “If you are comfortable with it, Master, then yes, she can,” Offering the smaller female a smile, she walks over to the cow and wraps her in a gentle hug, kissing a cheek gently. “And Fiera, I bet you can do all these things as well. You just need to be given proper encouragement and instruction,” An idea does come to the mare’s mind . “And tomorrow, you can help me out with something.”

 Leaning in, Ruby whispers something in Fiera’s ear with a smile, flashing Birgir a smile. “Okay, sis. And remember, don’t tell him what I told you, or what I have planned.”

 “I don’t like my females to have secrets from me”, Birgir reminds them. “But alright… Ruby, if you promise me that it won’t be dangerous for Fiera, I won’t inquire further.”

 “It won’t be, Master, I promise. And I also promise that you’ll love this secret, and learn that sometimes secrets are a good thing,” The crimson-colored mare gives Fiera a wink before looking back at her owner, a question having been on her mind since he admitted to having a rush of panic. “If you don’t like it, Master. I’ll endure any punishment you deem necessary for my failure.”

 “We will discuss that issue later”, Birgir says. “For now, I trust you.”

 The large caribou male turns back to his cow. “Fiera, you also have to promise me something. You can call her Mistress as long as the three of us are the only ones here. But if anyone else hears that you call her that, I have to punish you harshly. Do you understand?”

 The cow nods.

 “Alright, Fiera. You may eat now. Ruby and I will go upstairs. Once you’re finished, you will sleep.”

 Fiera nods again, and Birgir turns to Ruby. “Follow me upstairs”, he commands. He then begins to walk upstairs quickly with long, determined steps.

 Nodding, the mare follows him quickly, still curious about his admission and the change of his movements, but stays silent. Her thighs rub lightly together, spreading the light patch of moisture that has attached to her inner thighs.

 She enters his bedroom right after he does, finding him sitting on his bed, looking him over closely. “How would Master like to take his new slut? Would he like to sample her throat? Or maybe he would like her silky and wet pussy? Maybe he is feeling nasty and wants to try her experienced tail hole?” With each question, she smiles teasingly at him, bending over with her tail flagged and laying across her back. Delicate hands pull apart her flanks to expose both holes as her long, muscled legs spread widely.

 “We will get to that”, her Master answers with a stern voice. “But first, I would like to sample your reason. Turn around and look me in the face, mare.”

 Standing slowly, she turns to face her Master, biting her lower lip teasingly while her arms clasp behind her back, waiting for him to begin.

 “You know, there’s one thing that makes me wonder if I haven’t overestimated you”, Birgir says coldly. “What was that comment about punishment all about? Were you not realizing why I’m worried? I already told you that Fiera has a history of getting herself hurt. Of course I will punish you if you get her hurt. Harshly, in fact. But that wouldn’t undo the damage to her, would it?

 “Oh, you misunderstood me, Master. I promise she won’t be in danger, and what I have in mind does not involve knives or anything sharp or harmful.” She takes a deep breath while clearing up what she meant and was referring to.

 “Good”, Birgir says. “Maybe I’ve just misunderstood your remark.”

 “The reason I brought up the punishment, Master, is in case you don’t like the surprise I have planned for you. Does that clear things up, Master?”

 “It does. And I will decide on that when I see it.” His face lightens up as he stands up from the bed. “But now, let’s see how the two of us can have some fun.”

 With a smile, the mare stands there, waiting for a command from the stag while thrusting her full mounds out to him and teasingly parting her thighs, giving him a full view of her assets.

 He walks over to her and casually lets his hands run over her breasts. In response, Ruby moans and pushes her breasts harder into his hands, even giving them a playful shake. “Mmmh, very nice…”, he mumbles. Taking off his hands again, he walks around her, giving her entire body a good look - finally ending with giving her a good slap on the rear.

 At the sting of the smack, she lets out a yelp and jump a little, not expecting the spank at all, though her tail raises higher, fighting against the urge to cover the red- furred flanks.

 He chuckles. “Seems like we’ll have to train you to stand still when I give your rear a smack.”

 “Sorry, Master, it caught me off guard.” She hangs her head a little but smiles a little, giving her rear a wiggle.

 The caribou smirks and gives another chuckle. “Well, then we have to train you to not be caught off guard. But now, to something else... “ He slowly walks over to one of his cupboards and pulls out two long ropes. “Yes, this could work nicely, hmm…”

 Golden pools watch him curiously, eyes widening at the sight of rope, but the mare stays quiet and still.

 “Alright.” The caribou walks back to her. “I know you had some bad experiences with bondage, but I want to show you that it can be relaxing. I’m not going to make it too tight. Stretch out your arms to the sides.”

 Nodding, the mare bites her inner cheek as she obeys, he slender arms extended out, level with her shoulders and the hands flattened with palms facing the ground. She closes her eyes and waits for the feel of the rope against her body.

 After forming a bight, he begins to tie it around her upper body, leading above and below her breasts several times, occasionally having it run through the middle and in the opposite direction. Eventually, he ran it down her back, ran it through underneath the middle, and pulled upwards.

 “Drop your arms”, he commanded.

 Slowly she lets her arms fall to her sides, but leaves enough room for him to work between if needed.

 He led the rope back over her right shoulder, back down to the front, underneath the top and bottom lines of the harness, finally back up around the bottom line, then itself, and finally the top line, across the left shoulder, back to her back, finishing it with some kind of knot.

 “A simple chest harness”, the caribou explained. “Pretty standard, one of the first things we learn when it comes to bondage.”

 He walks around her, standing in front of her again. “It does emphasize your breasts nicely, Ruby. I hope it’s not too tight.”

 “Actually, Master, I kind of like it. It feels comfortable and… is that silk rope you used? It feels a lot softer than the rough rope I was forced to be bound in.” With a giggle she looks down at her chest as best she can before looking for a mirror to examine herself in.

 “It is”, Birgir responds. “Now, your hands to the back, arms pressed against each other in horizontal parallel.”

 Immediately, she positions her arms as instructed, her biceps bulging a little as she places her left arm resting on top of her right, wrists twisted so her hands can grip the bent elbows, waiting for him to bind them in place. Her small, pink tongue runs slowly along her lips, wetting them as she takes note of the difference between this and what she had been forced to endure from her last owner.

 Folding the second rope at the bight, Birgir leads around both her arms several times, eventually passing the bight over and through, and tying it with a knot. Pulling her arms up a little bit, he takes the rest of the rope and ties it into the chest harness, forcing her arms in place in this position.

 He walks around her again. “Yes, this looks very nicely”, he observes, his eyes fixated on her tied body.

 For his amusement, the bound pegasus mare playfully tries to struggle out of the ropes, not giving it any real effort.

 Birgir chuckles. “Seems like you’re at my mercy, little mare. That means the fun can begin.” He walks a step towards her, and his right hand finds its way to her breast, giving it a good squeeze. “How does that feel, little mare, hm?”

 Letting out a moan, she squirms a little at the squeezing, trying to rub her diamond hard nipple against the palm of his hand, arching her back a little. “Mmm, I like it, Master. It feels really good. I think I can learn to enjoy this, a lot.”

 Birgir smiles. “That’s good to hear.” His right hand works its way down and between her legs while he gently puts his left hand on her cheek, moving a step closer and looking her in the eyes while he feels her up. “I will make you feel even better. But this is important: If you feel a stinging pain in your chest, I want you to tell me immediately. Understood?”

 “Yes, Master, I will,” Biting her lower lip, she lowers her head a little, speaking in a partial whisper. “Master, I… I know most caribou have used the terms to degrade us mares, but… I don’t think you’re like that. I just… I wanted to see if you calling me… derogatory names would feel different than when it came from other males, like this bondage.” Her request is filled with moans at his touch, pressing her hips against his hand a little harder.

 As he hears the mare’s request, the caribou smirks. Removing his right hand from her folds, he instead slaps it down hard on her butt cheek, pulling her even closer to him in the same move. “So my little cunt wants to be verbally humiliated, hmm?” Still smirking and his eyebrows raised, he looks her in the eyes.

 The fur on her cheeks brightens a little, jumping at the smack, which leads to her pressing her bound mounds against his chest. She rubs her flank against his hand a little while parting her legs a little wider, lowering her eyes to the ground. “I… your mare wants to try it with you, Master.”

 He moves his left hand under her chin, gently forcing her face upwards - and then roughly pushes his lips onto hers. Eagerly, she responds by kissing him back, opening her muzzle to offer him access, moaning at the closeness and the slowly building pleasure, eyes fluttering closed.

 The caribou continues to enjoy her muzzle for a longer time, fiercely kissing her with his lips and tongue - but eventually, he breaks the kiss. “So… did you like it, cunt?” He chuckles, still looking into her eyes.

 “Yes, Master. Your slut enjoyed it a lot. Please, show her more of the pleasure she had been denied until now.” Her breathing is nothing but pants as she looks into his eyes, fighting the urge to lower her gaze.

 “So… you like to be humiliated. Good to know.” He puts both hands on her shoulders and starts to force her to her knees - obviously counting on her cooperation. She slides down his body sensually, letting her hard buds rub against his fur as much as she can while being pushed. With some clever maneuvering, she manages to position the hard bulge in his pants in the valley of her chest, rubbing the rope against it before settling lightly on her knees.

 The caribou grabs her by the head, pushing her towards him and slightly down so it comes to rest right above his bulge, in the general area between his crotch and where his navel should be. “So that’s what you’re after, cunt? Don’t worry, you’ll get a lot of it very soon.” He withdraws his hand, obviously expecting her head to stay in this position.

 “Yes, Master, if it pleases you. Your cunt is eager to show you how happy she is you saved her.” As her head comes to rest against his lower belly, she tilts her head down and lightly licks the top of the bulge real quick before moving back into the position he clearly wants her in.

 “Did I tell you to do that?”, he asks harshly. “Do I have to teach my cunt some patience?”

 “Sorry, Master. Please forgive your over eager slut.” She shrinks a little at the harshness of his voice, ears folding a little in slight fear.

 “You are forgiven”, Birgir says. “But you will be silent now unless I address you.” He quickly takes off his shirt, revealing a slender upper body. Then, he puts his right hand back on Ruby’s head, gently letting it run through her hair. “Do you like what you see so far, cunt?”

 She nods in response, trying to hold back a moan as her gaze examines as much of his exposed body she can. The all too familiar smell of caribou musk reaches her nostrils - but unlike all these other times with all these other caribou, it is not accompanied by feelings of fear, but of closeness and arousal. A fresh wave of heat sluices through her, causing more of her nectar to drool out of her pulsing lips, some of it staining the floor while the rest sticks to her thighs and mound.

 “Is my cunt excited?”, Birgir asks, smirking down at her.

 Again, she nods in response eagerly, letting out a light moan while fighting to stay in place as expected, breathing in deeply through her nose to take in and familiarize herself with his scent.

 “Very well. It is time to give you what you so much desire - but you’ll have to earn it. Unzip my pants, and open the button.” He chuckles. “Let’s see how skillful you are with your muzzle.”

 With a determined look, she first examines the zipper and button, using her snout to open the fly. The hardest part she knows will be the button. Hesitantly, she moves in and tries to bring her lower teeth to the metal disc while her upper teeth slips behind the waistband on his pants. Taking a moment to breath deeply, she begins to use her tongue and teeth to position the disc properly so it’ll slip out of the matching slit.

 It takes a little bit of time, but eventually Ruby is successful in slipping the metal disc through, completing the first part of her task. Using her nostrils to keep the fly open, she gently bites the metal zipper and begins to tug it downwards, the task taking longer than it probably should due to her inexperience. She is met with victory when the zipper is fully lowered.

 Looking up at him, Ruby flashes the male a smile while waiting for her next command.

 Seeing his pants being opened, the caribou lets them fall to the ground, standing in front of her in his white underpants. He still has this wicked smirk.

 “Very good, cunt”, he says. “And now the underpants.”

 Examining him for a few moments, her gaze falls onto the almost exposed bulge he is sporting, an idea coming to mind, but not sure how he would like it.

 “I see you like what you’re seeing”, the caribou chuckles. “This should give you a good bit of incentive.”

 Taking a deep breath, she leans in and gives the bulge a kiss and lick before wrapping her lips around the hardness and sucks on it lightly, hoping he won’t get too mad at the trick.

 Birgir chuckles. “Trying to trick me, hm?”

 He takes one step backwards, leaving her without anything to lick at.

 She pouts as he figures out her plan, and nods. Seeing she has to do it the hard way, she crawls forward and gently nips a piece of the waistband, tugging it downward before moving to the sides, repeating the process slowly. As she crawls around from side to side, using quick, light tugs, a little bit of whimpering can be heard, her knees on fire and starting to hurt. His underpants sit tight though, so they only slightly move downward, starting to reveal his cock in the process.

 Taking a second, she stoos and pulls back, coming up with a new plan, wiggling her hands, trying to see what range of motion she has, with her arms bound like they are - coming to the conclusion that it will be impossible to use her hands for this.

 Birgir lets out another one of his wicked chuckles.

 Scrunching her muzzle in thought, she switches her place of attack, biting the bottom of the briefs gently, avoiding his balls as best she can and begins to tug it down with all her might. After a few attempts she repositions her bite, doing her best to grab as much of the material she can into her jaws.

It takes major effort, but the mare makes some progress, as finally, the last line of clothing between her and her Master’s shaft begins to slide downward.

 “Good job, slut”, Birgir comments. “I see you’re motivated.”

 Chuckling, he grabs her head with his right hand and pushes it against his crotch, his cock and balls resting on her snout now. In response, she takes a deep, shuddering breath with eyes closed, getting as much of his scent as she can.

 “Now, be a good girl and worship your Master’s cock”, the caribou commands.

 Using all of the knowledge she has learned from prior males, Ruby pokes her tongue out while using her muzzle to lift the thick slab of malehood, the tip of her pink muscle tickles the base of her Master’s cock, right where it meets with his balls. Slowly but surely, his member starts to harden.

 Teasingly she begins to run her tongue up towards the tip, taking as much time as she can while her hot breath pounds against the silky soft flesh with her soft moans.

 “Mmmh”, Birgir moans. “Seems like you’re a good cocksucker, cunt.”

As he compliments her, the mare gives the sensitive underside one last lick near the flared head and pulls her muzzle away. Taking a deep breath, the female relaxes her throat and slowly moves forward, engulfing the thick member in her hot, moist mouth.

 “Mh, oh, yes”, Birgir moans. “That’s it… go on…”

 Hearing his encouragement, she slides forward teasingly, stopping as only the head and a few inches beyond are inside. A moan vibrates against him as a tight seal is created by her lips, and instead of applying suction, she instead fills the space with air, puffing out her cheeks as hot air surrounds the meat while her tongue plays gently along the bottom and sides.

 Suddenly, Birgir’s hand grabs the back of her head and just holds it in place with his cock in her muzzle. With an inward grin, Ruby tries to pull off, fighting against his grip - but to no avail.

 Eventually, he pulls her head away from his cock, which slides out of her muzzle easily. “Enough”, he decides.

 Then, he slowly walks over to the bed, his cock still erect, and sits down, facing Ruby. “Come over here and lick your Master’s hooves, cunt!”, he commands.

 Silently, she crawls over, wincing a little with each step of her knees, but soon, the mare stops in front of him. Carefully, she bends over, trying not to smack onto the floor or his hooves. Half successful, her snout wiggles for a moment before her tongue sticks out and runs lightly against the nearest hoof, focusing right now on the area where his fur ends.

 “You’re doing good so far. Go on!”, Birgir commands with a harsh voice. At the harshness, she bends to reach as far back on his left side of the hoof as she can and begins to run up and down the slide slowly, making sure to lick and clean every centimeter of the nail if possible.

 “Very good, mare. Now the other one”, Birgir commands. Shifting in place, she moves over and gives his other hoof the same treatment, being meticulous enough to clean as much of it as she can

 Once Birgir thinks she’s finished, he grabs her by the rope harness and pulls her upwards. Moving back onto the bed, he lies down on it, then pulls Ruby along until she comes to lie beside him, with her back towards him. Holding her in place with his right hand, his left hand first grabs her upper thigh and moves it upwards, sliding down along it until it reaches her outer folds. He starts to tease them, and eventually enters her cunt with two fingers. “I’m going to drive you crazy, cunt. You’ll beg for cock once you’re on the edge. If you come without my permission, you will regret it. Understood, cunt?”, he asks with a harsh voice.

 Moaning, she nods while pushing back against his fingers, thrusting needingly as her wetness begins to overflow and stick onto her lower thigh along with his digits and wrist. Her breathing starts to get harder as for the first time since being enslaved, she will enjoy the impending torture and bliss.

 He removes his fingers and gives her a harsh slap to the rear. “I asked you a question, cunt! Do. You. Understand?”

   Yelping at the swat, she whimpers the second he pulls his fingers out. “Y- yes, Master. Y- our cunt u- understands, and… she’s sorry, Master.” The words are somewhat labored as Ruby apologizes.

 “Good girl”, Birgir says as he lets his left hand rest on her butt cheek, still holding her in place with his right. He smirks evilly. “Now if you want these fingers back in there, you’ll have to ask for them nicely.”

 A whine enters her voice as she tries to look back at him. “P- please, Master, may your lowly cunt please be honored to be tormented by your fingers until she goes crazy with pleasure! Torture your slut with promised pleasure as much as it pleases you!”

 He chuckles. “If you wish it so much… but remember, no coming! You’ll beg for my cock when you’re on the edge.”

 Once again, he lifts up her upper thigh with his hand, then lets the hand slide down to her folds, but quicker this time. Once he reaches there, he immediately enters her with three fingers and begins to finger-fuck her mercilessly. “Mmmh, is that what you wanted, little cunt?”, he asks.

 “OOOH MASTER! Y- YES! PLEEEASE.... MOOHRE!” Lewd squelching can be heard from her lower lips while the mare pushes back against his fingers, meeting his pace with enthusiasm. The inner walls pulsate and message his digits tightly as the cliff edge of pleasure approaches rapidly.

 “You’re on the edge, aren’t you, cunt? Remember, no orgasm without my permission. You know what I want to hear from you.” Birgir chuckles softly as he continues to assault her cunt with his fingers, splattering more and more of her wetness against himself, her and the bed sheets.

 Arching her back as heavily as it can she screams out, loud enough to maybe be heard by those out on the sidewalk or in the other condos. “P- PLEASE MASTER! FUCK YOUR SLUT! GRACE YOUR LOWLY CUNT WITH THE PRESENCE OF YOUR GLORIOUS COCK! PURPLE HER IF THAT IS YOUR WISH!”

 Birgir’s eyes widen, as if he has awoken out of a trance. He withdraws his hand. “P… purple you? I… would never want to do that. Did… did I go too far? I… I guess I let myself go when you said you wanted to be humiliated… I… uh…” He seems to be struggling with words. “I... I’m sorry, Ruby.”

 Letting out a whimper she looks back, huffing and panting heavily with her eyes somewhat glazed over. However, she is conscious enough to have understood what he is saying, lets her ears fall back and frowns. “S- sorry, Master. I… I never knew how pleasurable being bound and… tortured could be. I… this is probably the first time I’ve enjoyed being bound, degraded and… sexually teased. It… it seems as if… we both went too far and… and have a lot to learn with each other.”

 “Glad to hear you enjoyed it. But it seems we have to go slowly with the… playful humiliation. I’ll go gently from here - and since you begged, I’m going to give you what you asked for… if you’re ready.”

 “Y- yes, Master. P- please, fuck your needy slut until… until she passes out from cumming so much.” Moans decorate her words while she lifts her upper leg, pushing her flank back in eagerness to feel him inside her.

 Birgir smiles. “Alright then.” He thinks for a few seconds. “I… can’t even turn you on your back because of these damn wing sheaths. I always thought plucking those feathers was a mistake. I… can’t even look you in the face when I fuck you… hmmm…”

 Blushing, she speaks a bit nervously. “W- well, Master, I… I could… ride you if you wish to look into my eyes.”

 Birgir smirks. “So you want to be on top, hm? Well, let’s see…”

 He sits up on the bed, leaning his back against the wall. “Alright, then. Come here and sit in your Master’s lap. Face me.”

 The softness of the bed makes crawling easier after she finally manages to get up onto her knees. Her thighs part on either side of his hips, her drooling pussy hovering in the general area above his cock, a trail of her arousal can be seen on the sheets, staining the cloth.

 “Gee, seems like you have to change the bed sheets tomorrow, Ruby”, Birgir chuckles. “And probably also each day after that.” He grabs her by the hips and slowly pushes her down on his cock, entering her. As the hard length begins to enter the mare, her back arches where only his hands are keeping her from falling back while she issues a drawn out, pleasure-filled moan. Her inner walls shudder as he spreads them, hugging his muscle tightly.

 He pulls her close, pressing her body tightly against his own. Once again, the scent of his musk fills her nostrils. “Alright, little mare”, he whispers into her ear. “You’re getting what you want, so I expect dedication. Ride my cock. You may come whenever and as often as you want, but don’t stop until your Master has come.”

 Nodding, she begins to move her hips slowly, grinding her speared pussy against his groin in circles, sometimes changing to a back and forth grinding as she leans against him for support. Her nipples drag against his chest, adding to the pleasure roaring throughout her nerves as her natural lubrication floods onto him.

 It doesn’t take long for her to experience her first orgasm of the session, screaming in bliss as her hips jerkily dance against him while her upper body spasms and her limb muscles tighten. The slick, hot, inner walls surrounding his cock squeeze it in a deathlike grip, refusing to let go as a rush of her love juice spills onto Birgir’s lap.

 “Ah! Ruby, don’t stop!”, Birgir commands.

 Panting heavily, the mare takes a moment to regain her senses after coming down from the orgasmic bliss she just endured. Her moans are labored and unending as she weakly pulls herself up slowly and off of him, her flank shifting backwards, which applies more pressure against the underside of his cock as it is withdrawn.

 Panting, she rises until just the tip is nestled barely inside her stretched entrance. With a smile, Ruby begins to ripple her walls around him while gyrating in slow, teasing motions, a part of her curious as to how he likes the teasing she is employing against him. The weight of her upper body rests solely on his chest, her bound breasts flattened against his body as sweat begins to cover her fur.

 Birgir chuckles. “Taking a little revenge for my teasing earlier, huh? Alright, I will allow it - but the payoff should better be good.”

 A moan answers him as she continues to tease him for a little bit longer, then, she slams down onto him as hard as she can manage, eliciting a partially painful yelp mixed with a moan at the force, her body stiffening as she nearly forces the tip past her cervical entrance.

 “Oooh yes, that’s it!” Birgir groans, pulling her even closer towards him.

 Hearing his groan, Ruby switches her tactics, eager to feel his seed in her womb. She uses force and speed now as she needily thrusts her body up and down. Each withdrawal is slow with her walls loose, stopping about halfway up his shaft. Tightening her muscles, she grips him as hard as possible with the super slick folds and slams down as hard as she can, the impact jarring her body as the head punches again and again against her cervix, demanding entry.

 “Mmmmh, Ruby… oooh yeeeessss!”, Birgir groans, gripping her waist hard and pushing her down and against him even harder as he finally releases his seed into her. In response, Ruby screams silently as the air is forced out of her lungs in orgasm, her entire body goes stiff at the force as his head finally enters her womb. A thick stream of her mare cum streams out of her in force as her pussy squeezes the shaft, milking him for every last drop of his seed.

 “Ooh, Ruby… that was amazing…”, Birgir says, panting heavily as he holds her close. Ruby shudders and gulps in much needed oxygen between pants, eyes closing as she savors the closeness with her new Master and the feel of his seed and cock inside of her. A part of her wondering if she has to worry about getting pregnant.

 “Ruby, look me in the eyes”, Birgir whispers.

 Weakly, she pulls away from him, barely holding herself up as her golden, hazy orbs lock onto his gaze. Her body sways a little as she supports herself, but she doesn’t look away. She moans softly in her throat while waiting for her Master.

 Birgir reaches out with his left hand and softly touches Ruby’s cheek. “Ruby…”, he whispers.

 Then, he moves his body forward and gently pushes his lips onto hers. Moaning lightly, she hungrily kisses him back. Her eyes close as she opens her muzzle widely, giving him full access. His tongue enters her muzzle very gently, softly exploring it, savoring her taste.

 Two thoughts manage to force themselves into Ruby’s pleasure-addled brain as she submits to him, letting Birgir lead the dance between their tongues. First, she must be blessed to have been found by a male who actually cares for her, and secondly, never, in a million years and winning all the money in the world, would she ever have imagined herself falling for someone who belongs to a race that has forced her to become nothing more than an object to be used for a male’s pleasure - but then again, he seems to see things somewhat differently from the rest of his people.

 Birgir eventually breaks the kiss. “That was wonderful, Ruby.”

 He pauses for a few seconds, still holding her in his arms, slowly coming back to his senses. “So… it seems like you like to be humiliated, but it makes both of us lose control easily. Personally, I think at least the Master should always be in control of himself. If we go into this again, we should start slowly. I’ll think about what we can do, hmm… but for now, we should probably sleep. We both have work tomorrow.”

 Nodding weakly, Ruby leans against him, her breathing somewhat normal now as her eyes slide closed, a satisfied and happy smile makes its way to her muzzle as she nuzzles him lovingly.

 Birgir nuzzles back, then lets himself sink back onto the bed, dragging her with him until they both lie beside each other. The caribou gives his mare another short, sweet kiss on the lips. “Good night…”, he begins.

 Then, he slaps himself on the forehead. “I almost forgot to untie you! Turn around, Ruby.”

 Already half asleep, she tries to turn around, his softening member still inside her leaking folds, a mixture of their cum pouring lazily out of her body. Eventually, she lies on the bed with her back turned to him. With a few hand movements, he unties her, holding both ropes in his hands. Folding them carefully, his arm reaches over Ruby’s body and places them on a small desk next to the bed. Then, he wraps his arms around Ruby, spooning.

 “Good night, Ruby”, he softly whispers in her ear.

 “Night, Master.” Her response is mumbled as she drifts easily to sleep, snuggling against him happily.
> Chapter Three: Morning After
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For the first half of the night, Ruby has an easy, dreamless sleep in her new Master’s arms. Only a few hours before sunrise, she begins to twitch, whimper and mutter a little. “N- no, please… I d- don’t want to…”, she mutters a few times, and her slender leg kicks out once, grazing against the stag.

She hears a faint voice calling her name. “Ruby. Ruby?”

A moment later, she feels someone gently shaking her by the shoulders, dragging her out of the realm of her nightmares.

“Ruby, are you alright?”, she hears the voice of her new Master ask.

A slightly panicked look crosses the mare’s face as she wakes with a start, wildly looking around before her golden eyes land on the face of the stag, which is currently above her own. Her Master is looking down at her with a concerned face. Her chest rises and falls in the usual pattern of fear.

As she calms down a little, more and more memories of the mare’s nightmare come back to the forefront of her mind, ramping up her stress level again. Memories… nightmares of the day she was taken by the caribou… she couldn’t possibly tell her Master about that. About what she did. What if he didn’t approve? What if he would hate her for it? And what if he did approve? In a way, that would be even worse, she thought. No, she couldn’t tell him.

“Ruby, is something wrong?”, Birgir asks again, concern in his voice. “Did you have a nightmare?”

With her head hanging, the mare nods, speaking in a fearful whisper as she finds something to lie about. “It… I did, Master. I… I was dreaming about… some of the things my old owner did to me, or had me do.”

The stag nods. “You have these nightmares frequently?”, he asks.

 “Y- yes, Master.” A part of the mare cringes at the fact she willingly lied to him, but the possible outcomes of revealing the truth are even worse. Her head hangs even further as she curls up, hiding her face, and more importantly, her tears, behind a thick curtain of pink.

The stag’s hand gently pets her hair. “Shhh… it’s okay. You’re with me now. He can’t hurt you any more.”

 Not wanting to risk exposing the truth, Ruby nods sadly and leans in against the male, trying to find some comfort.

Birgir pulls Ruby closer to him, comforting her with his body. “I have to say, I’m relieved. I was worried you were… dreaming about me. We both lost control yesterday evening. On second thought, I think there’s no chance I could actually have purpled you - but it might still have affected you negatively.” He pauses for a second. “I can’t risk to jeopardize my studies.” His voice shakes a bit.

 “What… why do you think you couldn’t have… purpled me? Not that I’m complaining. Though… last night, it was the first time I actually enjoyed sex.” She looks at him questioningly, hoping this change of topic will relieve the panic and fear still rooted in her heart and mind.

Birgir laughs. “I’m relieved to hear that. Despite what our propaganda says, purples aren’t mares who love sex too much. They’re mares who have been tortured to the point of mental damage. Believe me, being purpled is not an enjoyable process. As a matter of fact, they’re one of the reasons why I think we’re treating you mares wrongly. There are no purple collar cows.”

With a stunned look of surprise, she whips her head up and looks at him in fear. “Is… I didn’t… are there ways to… heal a mare who has been… purpled?”

“Hm”, Birgir responds. “I haven’t looked too deeply into that topic. I guess there would obviously be a demand for such a cure - so I guess someone somewhere will be doing research on it. Thinking of it, I read about mindwipe spells a while ago - unicorn magic that can purge memories from a mind. If such a spell could restore a mind to the point right before the purpling, the mare would theoretically be cured, but with no memory of her time as a purple. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider meddling with someone’s memories - but this is a special case, and many of my brothers don’t seem to have such moral qualms anyway. Your stallions possibly even less so, at least from what I’ve seen.”

 A look of relief flashes through Ruby’s partially hidden face, hoping what he said is true. “When… when do you need to be at work, Master?”

Birgir smiles. “We still have a bit of time. The sun hasn’t even gone up yet. It’s… good to hear that you enjoyed what we did tomorrow evening. The first time you enjoyed it? I have to admit, that makes me a bit proud.” He smiles a little, almost as if he’s embarrassed to admit it.

“Well, with the others, it was just… shove in and thrust until they… came. There wasn’t much foreplay or… apparent thought about my pleasure during those couplings.” She soon gets up off of his lap, not wanting to take too much of his time and cause him to be late, despite his reassurances.

Birgir sits up in the bed. “They have no culture”, he says. “No refinement. Particularly the stallions, but sadly, most of my people aren’t much better nowadays. They don’t understand how much pride it can give a Master to bring a female to new heights of pleasure.” He stands up from the bed, giving Ruby a smirk. “Speaking of which, we’re going to take a shower.”

Her eyes light up at the mention of a shower and eagerly she follows him. “What about Fiera? Does she take showers normally, or… how does she bathe?”

The stag chuckles. “Good that you ask. One of your new duties in this household will be to clean Fiera. So far, I used a wooden tub for that, but you can shower or bathe her if you want. You will do that first as soon as I have left the house.”

 “Yes, Master.” Her cheeks light up just a little at the thought of being in charge of fully caring for the cow, though a bit of pride warms her heart at being given such trust and responsibility.

“You will also feed her, of course. I know you’re good at… producing food.” The stag gives her an encouraging smile.

 “Yes, Master. Also… I am curious… what if shopping needs to be done? Are you going to do that, or is that another duty of mine?”

“For now, I will go shopping after work. It’s probably better that way.” Birgir walks around the bed, now standing in the middle of the room, still nude. “Now come”, he commands. “Time to stand up and take a shower.”

 Curious as to why he thinks that, she starts to say something, but then stops, following him closely after standing up onto her hooves - her thoughts still lingering on the nightmare and the lie she told, hoping it doesn’t come back to bite her in the flank.

Birgir walks to the door, opens it, and then steps outside the room and into the hallway. His nudity doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. “Come, Ruby”, he commands.

 Giving him the best smile she can, Ruby quickly obeys, following him closely. Playfully, she brings her tail up and lets it teasingly run along his near calf and thigh, trying to stifle a giggle.

Birgir walks straight to the end of the hallway, opens the door and steps into the bathroom, which she enters quickly, winking at him as she passes by. With a quick hand movement, the stag directs her to step into the shower.

 Ruby steps inside, going to reach for the handles but stops, not sure how he likes his water to be. While waiting for him, she takes a look at his hygiene products without touching them, determining if what he has is cheap, or good quality. The products she finds are not unusually expensive except for one or two, which she assumes are for special occasions, but the others aren’t really low quality either. Birgir does seem to have taste. She doesn’t have that much time to get a good look though, as the stag is already behind her. “What are you waiting for?”, he asks. “Turn on the water.” He gives her a little smirk.

 “I was waiting for you, Master. How do you normally like the water to be?”

Birgir smiles and gently lets his hand run through her hair. “You’re a good girl, Ruby. Medium. Warm, but not hot. I only shower cold in summer after returning from work.”

The knobs are adjusted until the cascading stream is about lukewarm and then switched to the shower head. A sigh of contentment issues from the crimson pegasus as the water droplets begins to saturate her fur. She closes her eyes while tilting her head up and into the spray, delicate hands push her mane back and out of her face.

“Good girl”, her Master repeated. “Now get to work.”

 Smiling, she turns to face him while gathering the shampoo and squeezes a good amount into her left hand. Stretching out, the mare begins to lather his hair and begins to sing gently to herself, even going as far as to teasingly rub against the base of his antlers as she works. Her new position brings her generous breasts closer to his face while concentrating on the task put before her.

“You’re doing well, little mare”, the caribou says in a gentle voice. “Make sure to clean every inch of your Master.” He chuckles a little.
 “Little mare, I think I like that, Master, along with some of the… name calling from last night. And I wouldn’t dream of doing a bad job on you.” Continuing to lather the shampoo into his hair, Ruby leans closer while shifting to stand on the tips of her hooves, her breasts pressing against his chest. It’s as if she is trying to bring them up to his mouth while pretending to play it off while continuing her humming.

With a chuckle, Birgir wraps his arms around her, letting his hands rest on her butt cheeks and pulling her close. In response, Ruby wiggles her flanks against his digits, giggling. However, she continues until his entire head is covered in the suds. With a quick kiss on his chin, she rests back fully on her hooves. “Okay, Master, close your eyes.”

Birgir giggles a little and closes his eyes. Soon, the stream of water is directed right above the stag, rinsing away the shampoo lather while the mare presses her body hard against his, grinding a little against him.

Birgir waits until the shampoo is washed out of his mane. “You did very well so far, little mare. Now the rest of my body.”

 Smiling mischievously, a thought comes to mind while she slips down to her knees so she is looking at his shaft. Giving her Master a teasing smile, Ruby stands back up slowly, letting the exposed muscle drag against her fur until she is standing. A washcloth soon becomes covered in a thick lather and ran against his face gently.

Birgir gives a light chuckle again. “Okay, let’s see where this is going.”

 “Did you enjoy that little bit of teasing, Master?” She’s careful not to get any soap in his eyes, nose or mouth while at the same time cleaning off as much of his head as possible. She even runs the cloth along his antlers slowly before moving lower to his neck.

Birgir smiles softly. “You’re doing a wonderful job, little mare.”

Smiling at the compliment, she keeps the cloth right against his neck while squatting a little. With a teasing smile and wink, she extends her tongue and slowly runs it along his pectorals slowly, running it along his fur in gradually shrinking circles. As she reaches the nipple, a quick but light flick of the moist muscle goes across it once. At the same time the cloth is brought down, following the same pattern as her tongue did, but stops short of the fleshy nub she just licked.

As she does so, the stag gives a short “Mmmh” in approval, slowly and gently letting his hand run through her hair, across her head.

 At the sound of approval, Ruby wastes no time and finishes scrubbing her Master’s left breast while at the same time she gently licks his right nipple and even goes as far as to give it a light suckle. She only sucks on the protrusion for a second or two, just enough to tease, before the cloth is brought over and suds are scrubbed into the fur.

 Once the chest is completely washed, the mare begins to move it lower, following the light pressure of her tongue as it roams straight down his stomach, circling his belly button.

 So far, she only focuses on cleaning his front with the cloth, and as she continues to move lower, a kiss is planted on the very tip of her Master’s staghood. As the cloth runs against Birgir’s groin Ruby opens wide, using the skills she has been forced to learn in the previous months and encases his entire member inside her warm, waiting mouth and throat. It slowly stiffens.

“Mmh, so I see you understand what I want this to lead up to”, Birgir says, giving a little chuckle. “Just get it properly hard. I have something a little bit different in mind.”
 Doing her best to nod, the mare begins to fill her cheeks with air while she breathes heavily through her nose, which blows against his crotch fur while. Her tongue begins to slide slowly along the bottom of the shaft.

“Mh yes… like that”, Birgir moans. “You know how to use your tongue.” His cock stiffens a bit faster now, almost standing fully erect, but not quite yet. “Just a little bit more, little mare.”

 Suddenly, the air in her cheeks is sucked into her lungs rapidly, causing a sudden application of suction to the meat lodged inside her neck. Despite how hard it is to properly breathe, she doesn’t pull off until told.

“That’s enough”, Birgir commands, feeling his cock hardening to its maximum girth inside the willing slave’s throat, cutting off her airway.

 With a loud pop, Ruby pulls herself off, smiling up at the stag while waiting for her next command though she doesn’t really need it. As she waits a soft moan of apprehension can be heard.

Birgir’s right hand moves down and his finger gets a hold of the ring on the front of Ruby’s collar, beginning to gently drag her upwards again - obviously expecting her cooperation.

 With a smile, she gives a little bit of resistance, but tries to do it in a playful way before following his unspoken command. Once she is standing on her feet again, Birgir moves his hand from her hair to her cheek, looking into her eyes. “You did that very well, little one.”

He then grabs her and turns her around. “Now press your hands against the shower wall.”

 Eagerly the mare does as she is told, flagging her tail so it drapes against her back, between the wing sheaths. Her hands and hooves are positioned about shoulder width as she arches her flank upwards, presenting her dripping mound and flexing tailhole to him while she watches from between her hanging breasts.

The stag moves close behind her, his body pressed to hers and his erect member placed between her legs, rubbing against her outer folds. He brings his face close to hers. “Are you willing to take orgasm denial one step further, little mare?”, he asks with a wicked grin.

 Swallowing her moan, nervously she raises her head, looking back at him with uncertainty in her eyes though she does grind lightly against him. “H- how so, Master?”

“Well… I want to show you that a day of waiting can drive you to new heights. I’m going to fuck you for my pleasure, and I’m going to drive you almost to the brink… but you’re not going to come. I won’t tell you not to use other means to achieve orgasm in the course of the day - you can finger yourself if you want to, and I’m sure Fiera will be eager to let you use her. Or you could just remain horny for the rest of the day, waiting for your Master. I’ll leave that choice to you. But you will not use any of her dildos, and you’ll have to wait until this evening until you get your Master’s cock again. To be honest, I’m not sure if that even works on mares - maybe you’re perfectly content with using your fingers, or Fiera - but it does seem to work with most cows.” He chuckles. “Call it an experiment.”

Something in his voice seems like he is up to something else. Something in the back of Ruby’s head begins to wonder whether he  actually wants to see whether she would ‘use’ Fiera or not. “Y- yes, Master, I understand. If I wanted to orgasm, I cannot use any of Fiera’s toys, only my hands or Fiera.”

The stag’s member rubs along the mare’s outer folds more fiercely now. “Exactly”, he responds in the same odd voice.

Only a second later, he puts a hand around her to hold her in place, then fiercely enters her and begins to push into her, his body pressed tightly against hers.

 From the moment he enters her, and until he bottoms out inside her slippery tunnel, Ruby releases a drawn out, loud moan as her entire body stiffens. Her flank pushes back onto him as he thrusts forward. He slowly pulls out, then, just before backing out entirely, he pushes back in, hard - then continues the same pattern. Meanwhile, his hands begin to run along her body, roughly feeling her up.

 Arching her back, the mare meets each of his inward thrusts by pushing herself hard against him while working her inner walls, keeping herself as tight as she can around the shaft invading her body. The wet squelches of the rutting mixes with the moans and grunts of the pair while Ruby’s feminine fluids mix with the cascading water that sluices through her coat, mane and tail.

Birgir presses his body against hers, bringing his face close to hers from behind. “Remember”, he whispers. “You’re not allowed to come.”

 The tormented mare nods as she fights to contain the explosion that is building at a worrisome pace, as she has no idea how much longer she can hold back the surge. Turning to face the caribou, the pegasus kisses him deeply as she slams her flanks back towards her Master as hard as she can, eager to bring Birgir to climax and fulfill her role as a proper mare. “Don’t worry”, Birgir smirks between kisses, “I won’t torture you for too long.”

 It takes him not much longer to reach his climax, releasing his seed inside of her, pulling out immediately afterwards. As the hot fluids begin to paint her walls, Ruby lets out a whimper as her legs shake and slightly buckle as she struggles to obey the caribou’s command. A shudder runs through the mare as Birgir withdraws from her, leaving her feeling empty and unfulfilled as his cum flows freely from quivering lips and a couple spurts cling to her flanks.

“Well…”, Birgir says as he takes a washcloth and quickly cleans himself. He then hands the washcloth to the mare. “You did well. Now clean yourself up and then follow me downstairs.”

 Huffing heavily, still fighting the urge to find release, Ruby leans against him with a shaky arm as she takes the cloth and washes up. As the cloth brushes against her mound, her legs tremble again and it takes all of her crumpling willpower to keep herself from finishing what Birgir started.

Seeing what the mare is doing, Birgir chuckles a little. “I guess using a washcloth would be within the limits of the rules I set up - but if you want to do this right, you should wait with that until I am gone.”

 Finishing her current task, Ruby looks up at him and setting the soiled cloth aside kisses him once more, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck, finally finding her voice as she pulls away. “I’ve set up a challenge of my own for myself, Master.”

“Oh?”, Birgir asks.

 “Yes, as much fun and as pleasurable as that was, I vaguely remember you saying something about us mares being different from cows.” Looking him in the eyes, she smiles softly while rubbing his belly. “I had an idea of not just denying myself an orgasm for the rest of the day, but see if I can not think of sex at all, despite that being my proper role and service.”

Birgir chuckles. “Dammit, Ruby. I just can’t fool you, can I?”

 “No idea, Master. Maybe that could be another… experiment for you at a later time.” She smiles more brightly after turning the shower off, waiting for Birgir to exit first.

“You mean I should also try not to think about sex for a day some time?”, Birgir asks. “I’d probably have to take the day off. No point in trying to forget sex while walking through the streets these days. Then again, not thinking about something is altogether more difficult than it sounds. Try not to think about a pink bunny, for example.” He chuckles. “I guess you would have more chances at success if your goal was simply to not indulge in any sexual stimulation for the day.”

He pauses for a moment, stepping out of the shower. “Let me be honest. We’re already at the point where we’ve left the general idea behind my experiment. It hasn’t really failed, it just… gave me a result I didn’t expect. I originally intended to tell you this once I return from work, but the experiment I set up for you wasn’t really orgasm denial for kink. I wanted to see how you would react to being horny and having Fiera at your disposal. She calls you Mistress, and I wanted to see how you react to having that role. To be honest, I’m at a loss here. I can’t even come up with a working hypothesis of what this could possibly mean. You clearly don’t act like a Master around me - but Fiera seems to experience your presence and your words and actions differently somehow. I set up this experiment to gather further data, which might have allowed me to come up with at least a hypothesis after all.”

He lets out another chuckle, which turns into a sigh. “Most of my brethren wouldn’t even put any consideration in how a cow sees things. They deliberately disconnect themselves from a possible source of information - and that isn’t the only example. That’s why they’re so dumb - and the stallions seem to be even worse, whether they’ve always been like that or turned into this only recently. But anyway… with you knowing the aim behind my experiment, it has effectively ended. I won’t uphold my restrictions for you, though if you want to try out to deny yourself an orgasm for the day anyway, I’m fine with that.”

 As she listens to Birgir, her ears fold back and her expression falls, feeling as if she did something bad by messing up his experiment. With her golden gaze locked on the floor and tail drooping, she speaks softly while hugging herself protectively. “Sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to mess up your experiment.” Meekly she steps out of the shower and begins to dry off.

“You didn’t mess it up, Ruby. As I said, I did get a result - it just wasn’t the one I expected. But then again, as I said, I don’t even have a working hypothesis yet, and thus no reason to expect anything, really. I probably simply need to be smarter about setting up my experiments. But then again - as I said, this is a result. You took up what I told you, and then decided to conduct an experiment of your own. I don’t think a cow would even get the idea to try to not think about sex at all for a day - not unless her Master commanded it at least. I don’t think you will succeed in actually not thinking about it for even a second - as I said, not thinking about something is more difficult than it sounds - but it shows me that you’re on a completely different level than Fiera. That is a result.”As she finishes drying off, Ruby hugs the caribou again.

 “Yes, Master. I guess having a mare around is something that you’ll need to get used to, just as us mares have to get used to our new station in life,” Ruby stands by the door, waiting for Birgir to lead her out of the room. “As for the orgasm denial as a kink, I think it could be fun if it isn’t done for punishment or to be cruel.”

Birgir chuckles once more. “It’s funny that you would say that about you having to get used to your new station. The fact that you have to get used to it in the first place is what initially made me think that we don’t understand you. Most of my brethren don’t even think that far. Also, Fiera seems to think you’re a female Master… or something.” He rubs his chin.

 Ruby smiles a little and nuzzles against his chest. “What other choice do I have, Master than have to get used to being a slave? I know a lot of mares would rather fight than give in, but what does that bring them?”

“Of course you don’t have another choice, Ruby - but you think of it in terms of choice. It just becomes more and more obvious to me that you mares have something to you that sets you apart from our females. It’s not the first time that we’ve encountered something like this, of course - though not me personally. I just want to find out what’s up with that, that’s all.”

 “I guess we can talk about that when you get home, Master. Right now you have to finish getting ready for work.” The mare steps away from her Owner and waits for him to exit the bathroom first.

Birgir picks up his clothes and gets dressed. Then, he opens the door and steps out of the bathroom. “Follow me downstairs”, he commands, then moving towards and down the stairs. Ruby follows him eagerly, for the first time since the takeover looking forward to what the day may bring along with ways to possibly show him her creativity.

Finally, Birgir reaches the bottom of the stairs, heading towards the living room. Fiera is already awake, lying on her cushions and eagerly waiting for her Master. Once he appears, she crawls towards him, then kneels before him, legs spread and hands placed on her thighs, facing upwards, gaze downcast.

“Good morning, Fiera”, Birgir greets her.

“Good morning, Master”, she replies in a soft, but happy voice, not raising her eyes.

Birgir places a finger under her chin and raises it up, making her look up to him. Then he bows down and places a short kiss on her lips.

“Mh, thank you, Master”, Fiera moos happily, casting her eyes down once more.

 “Good morning, Fiera. I hope you had a good night.” Ruby follows Birgir closely and then beckons for the smaller female to stand up with a rising motion of her hand, giving the cow a silent command to see if she picks up on it.

Fiera gives her master a quick glance to look for his reaction - but as she sees none, she slowly stands up, walking over to Ruby, standing in front of her, eyes downcast, hands folded behind her back, and neck stretched out to present herself, waiting for the other female to speak to her.

 With a smile, Ruby wraps the cow in a soft hug. “You can relax, Fiera. How are you feeling this morning?”

Fiera stiffens up more. “How… am I… feeling?”, she asks. “G… good, thank you, Mistress. How are you… feeling?”

 “I’m doing good, Fiera, thank you. Why are you so tense?” Ruby looks at her in concern, then up at Birgir.

“I… uh… Mistress, I wasn’t… I was surprised by your reaction”, Fiera answers shyly, eyes cast down, avoiding Ruby’s gaze.

Birgir rubs his chin. “This is curious indeed”, he mumbles.

 Ruby looks at Birgir again before turning back Fiera, lifting her head up with a pair of fingers on her chin. “Don’t worry, Fiera, I’m not upset, was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Fiera gives the mare a weak smile, but doesn’t respond, waiting for another sign from the mare or her Master.

 “I think we should have breakfast while there is still time, Master. Are you hungry as well, Fiera?” Stepping away from the cow, Ruby smiles at the caribou. “I’m not the best of chefs, but I think I can cook up something edible for us.”

“Judging by what I had yesterday evening, you’re at least the best chef I know, Ruby”, Birgir answers. “And yes, we will have breakfast before I go. Fiera, you will eat with us this time.”

Fiera looks at her Master with an expression of slight shock and confusion.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you sit with us”, Birgir calms her down. “Ruby will place your bowl close to our table, so we can watch you while you eat.”

Fiera gives a weak nod. “Thank you, Master.”

“Alright then”, Birgir says. “Let’s see what Ruby can do for us.” He gives the mare a smile.

 “Challenge accepted, Master.” The pegasus smirks at the male before sauntering into the kitchen, her tail flicking teasingly from side to side with each step. Immediately, Ruby begins to shift through the drawers and shelves, pulling out various items for pancakes and hashbrowns.

   “Fiera, you want to come help me, please?” Once she has all the ingredients available, she looks over at the cow, hoping to start some kind of training with her.

The cow slowly walks over to the kitchen, joining Ruby - once more standing in front of her with downcast eyes. “What can I do for you, Mistress?”

 Ruby sets a skillet is set on the stove coated with oil and holds out a measuring cup to the cow. “You see that box, Fiera?” She points to the pancake mix she pulled out. “Fill this cup to the rim with the contents, please.” Fiera nods, then clumsily, but still carefully fills the contents into the measuring cup.

“Now, pour it into the empty bowl and fill the smaller cup next to the bowl with water and add it to the mix.” As she gives the instructions, Ruby begins to look through the refrigerator, looking for some fruit like blueberries to add into the mix.

Fiera pauses, trying to remember the different steps. Then, she carefully fills the measuring cup into the bowl and puts some water into the smaller cup. Pausing for a moment, she tries to remember what to do next. Eventually, she pours the water into the bowl - then taking a step back and waiting for further instructions.

 “Thank you, Fiera,” Closing the door, Ruby pulls out a container of mixed berries, adding half of them into the mix. “Now, I want you to stir all this together, and when it starts to look gooey, stop and show it to me, okay.” The Saddle Arabian turns her attention to the skillet, filling it with shredded potatoes, though she keeps an ear out for the slightest hint of a problem from the cow. Fiera picks up a wooden spoon and begins to slowly stir the mix.

“So Fiera, what do you usually do when Master is away to work?” Ruby turns to her sister, the spatula working slowly.

Fiera giggles. “Doing simple household chores… make sure Master feels at home when he returns. Only the easy stuff, of course.” She giggles once more. “Aside from that, umm… practicing… to be pleasing for Master.”

 Ruby takes a quick peek into the bowl before turning back to face the stove. “Well, that is a very good goal to work for, but have you thought of finding ways that might please Master in a non-sexual way?”

Fiera hangs her head in shame. “Yes, Mistress… I tried. Once. It… ended badly”, she responds in a sad voice.

 “What happened?” Ruby looks at the cow in concern, forgetting about breakfast for a moment.

Fiera’s eyes shift to the side and she mumbles something.

 Not wanting to pressure the cow, Ruby goes silent as she begins to stack the hashbrowns onto a heavy plate to be distributed. “Let me see the batter, Fiera.” The cow picks up the cup and shows it to her.

 “Okay, you can put it aside now, Fiera. Now, could you get out a plate and glasses for me?”

Fiera nods, then clumsily fetches a plate and glasses from the kitchen cabinet.

 Ruby waits for two minutes, giving the mix time to settle before pouring it out onto the pan, separating it into six piles as evenly as she can. “Bring your bowl over here as well, Fiera. After that, you can go and join Master at the table.”

Fiera smiles as she brings over her bowl.

Ruby returns the smile. “You can go back to Master now, Fiera.”

Fiera nods, then rushes off, leaving Ruby alone in the kitchen. Humming to herself, Ruby finishes the pancakes, cutting two up after applying butter to them and scoops them into Fiera’s bowl, right next to a pile of hash browns. Two more pancakes and a larger pile of shredded potatoes are piled neatly onto the free plate. Once the breakfast is distributed, Ruby carefully walks out with the two plates and the bowl, setting the biggest plate in front of Birgir and the other two down on the floor.

Birgir looks at Ruby, giving her an inviting smile. “Do you wish to eat from the floor, Ruby?”, he asks. “Nothing has changed since yesterday evening. You may still sit with me if you want to.”

 Ruby looks at Fiera and Birgir, knowing that she should eat on the floor, but realizes the pain it could cause. “Thank you, Master.” She puts her plate on the table next to Birgir before heading back into the kitchen, filling the two glasses and the smaller bowl with orange juice, also gathering some utensils before coming back. Ruby places the glasses next to her plate and Birgir’s, accompanied by the utensils, and finally sets the bowl in front of Fiera.

 Fiera brings her face close to the smaller bowl as if inspecting it, and then gives it a little sniff. Immediately afterwards, she casts a fearful look up to her Master, who doesn’t seem to notice her. “Is that… orange juice, Master?”, she asks.

  Birgir gives her a brief glance. “From the looks of it, I’d say it is.”

 “May I… really?”, Fiera asks shyly.

 Birgir glances at her again, this time longer, giving her a smile. “If your Mistress thinks you deserve it, I don’t see why not. You will wait until we’re eating as well though.”

 Fiera nods eagerly. “Of course, Master!”, she affirms.

 Ruby looks a little confused at Birgir. “What does she normally drink, Master?”

 “Water”, Birgir answers nonchalantly.

 Ruby nods as she waits for Birgir to start eating.

 Birgir smiles at Ruby as he takes the knife and begins to cut his pancake. “You may begin, Ruby.”

 “Thank you, Master,” With a smile the mare begins to cut up her stack into equal pieces, taking her time to savor the fluffy, fruit-filled pieces, having been such a long time since she had an enjoyable breakfast. “Don’t forget to get some paint and markers when you get off work, Master.”

 “Paint and markers, huh?” Birgir nods. “Alright, I will.”

 “Thank you, Master. Just make sure that two of them are in your favorite colors, two more in your least favorite colors and three more in colors you don’t mind.” Ruby smiles as she continues to eat, watching Fiera curiously.

Fiera’s face approaches the pancake carefully, sniffing at it first. Then she begins to eat slowly, savoring every bite, taking small sips of orange juice in between bites now and then.

Birgir scratched his chin. “Hmmm… an odd request. I’m not sure if I even have favorite colors. I’ll think of something…”

 Ruby just smirks devilishly, but stays silent, already having a plan in mind. “Oh! Also, don’t forget cake mix, Master. Unless you want me to go get it.”

“I don’t think that would be wise, Ruby”, Birgir says. “Unless you want to be pulled into some kind of dark alley for a good groupfuck by horny stallions, that is. I mean, if you’re into that, I won’t stop you - but I think I should get it for you. You didn’t seem to be into it when your former owner put you up for display and use.”

 Ruby’s devilish expression falters as Birgir speaks, having forgotten for a moment how bad things are out there in the rest of the world. Her ears fall backwards and her tail goes limp as her posture becomes slumped, looking depressed.

 “You seem depressed”, Birgir says, noticing her change of expression. “I hope I didn’t say something wrong.”

 “I… I… a part of me knows I shouldn’t be… happy with being with you under these circumstances, especially not when there are so many mares and even some stallions who are suffering under the new rules,” Ruby continues to shrink in on herself, looking more and more upset. “I… a part of me feels like a traitor to pony-kind.”

 “Hmmm…” Birgir scratches his head. “You said you were Saddle Arabian. Do you feel some kind of loyalty towards the old Equestrian government?”

 “No, we had our own government, Master, separate from Equestria’s. Granted, some of our style of life is similar to what you caribou have allowed, mostly that stallions were allowed to have multiple wives, though they were not beaten, raped or humiliated like mares are now.”

 “Had?”, Birgir asks. “What happened to it?”

 “I… I assumed that it was conquered as well by you caribou.”

“Not to my knowledge”, Birgir says, taking another bite. “We’ve pretty much only started to settle in here. I’m fairly certain the idiots on top already look towards new bounty, but so far, we’ve only taken Equestria and the Crystal Empire. As a matter of fact, not even Equestria is fully ours. At least the buffaloes are still resisting, and it doesn’t look like they’ll fall any time soon.” He smiles. “Although of course, pretty much everyone else around here will tell you that we’ve practically already defeated them. Heck, even I would tell you that if I were at work. It’s kind of my job to make people believe in nonsense.”

 Ruby looks a bit relieved at that news, but not by much. “I’m just… I don’t know, Master. I’m just conflicted, is all. I wish the other caribou were more like you, then maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.”

 Birgir nods. “I’m beginning to think we approach handling you mares completely wrong. My people expect you to be like our cows, and we punish you for not being. Before trying to put you in your place, we should have focused on finding out what that place even is.”

 Ruby nods slowly as she listens to the stag, still lost somewhat in her thoughts.

“Like… Fiera calls you Mistress, for example. Any other stag would probably try to beat that out of her, but it does make me wonder… what does she see that I don’t? You act pretty much naturally submissive towards me, but she seems to think that you can handle her like a Master. That makes me think you mares are… somewhere between our cows and us. Maybe there wouldn’t be as many black collars if we took that difference into account.”

“Master…”, Fiera stutters.

“Yes, what is it, Fiera?”, Birgir asks.

“I’m not sure… um… I…”, she giggles. “I think I forgot what I wanted to say.”

“Oh”, Birgir says, smiling at her. “I’m sure you’ll remember it until evening, when I return from work.”

 Ruby giggles a little at the exchange. “If you think that, then you should meet my older sister. She could easily scare even the cockiest and most confident stallion or stag away with a single look. Plus, she has even stood up to father a couple of times when she thought a decision he made was a bad one.”

 “Oh?”, Birgir asks. “So your country is patriarchal? From what I heard, Equestria was matriarchal before our king came up with… whatever that so-called ‘cure’ is.”

 “Yes, it is, but despite some differences in culture, Saddle Arabia is somewhat similar to Equestria, or atleast was from what I witnessed during my time here.”

 “You mean the time before we took over?”, Birgir asks for clarification.

 “Yes, before you caribou invaded, Master.” Ruby continues to keep her head lowered, staring at her plate as she picks at the crumbs left on it.

 “I’m… sorry if I have depressed you, Ruby”, Birgir says, staring at his table.

 Fiera grabs Birgir’s leg and snuggles against it, searching for comfort. “Master, what’s wrong?”, she asks. The stag doesn’t answer, but just continues to stare at his table.

 Ruby looks at him in slight concern, wondering if she did or said something wrong. Not wanting to disturb him, she remains silent but keeps an eye on him.

Birgir looks up and gives her a little smile. “Anyway…”, he says, not finishing the thought. Ruby looks at him, knowing there is something on his mind, but keeps quiet, not wanting to get too personal with him if he wishes not to talk about it. The stag himself, on the other hand, simply continues to eat his meal in silence.

 The air around the trio turns somber as an easy quiet settles around them. Ruby just stares at her plate and the table, not paying much attention to Birgir or Fiera, not even the remains of her food.

Birgir looks up from his plate once more. “Are you not hungry?”, he asks in a calm, friendly voice. “I’m really sorry if our conversation has ruined your appetite, but I think you should eat.”

 Ruby nods slightly, her thoughts still on her family and how concerned they must be about her, wondering what they are doing right now. She does manage to finish the rest of her meal, though at a slow pace.

“Also”, Birgir continues after a moment. “You can tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe that’ll make it easier for you, and it might help me to learn about and understand you.” He once again gives her a little smile. “If you just want to talk, I’ll just sit here and listen.”

 It takes a few moments, but with a sniffle and a rub of her forearm against her eyes, Ruby starts, still keeping her gaze on the table. “I’m just… after all this talk… I haven’t spoken to or heard from my family since… since the invasion. I was so worried that my sister and mother were… were in a similar position. And now…,” Standing up suddenly, Ruby hits the table with the palms of her hands. “What if… I really need to get in contact with them if it isn’t too late! They need to know I’m still alive and not to come to Equestria!”

Birgir is slightly taken aback by her reaction. “Huh”, he just says, letting his fork sink and looking up from his plate. At his feet, his cow is hugging his leg even tighter.

 “I… I understand this maybe a long shot, but… is there possibly any way I could… that a letter could be sent to them?” Ruby looks at Birgir hopefully, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Hm… if we know where to find them in Saddle Arabia, I guess I could arrange for a message to be sent. I’d have to read it first, of course. But yes, I think I could arrange for a message to be sent. I am a government official after all. I’m not exactly in foreign relations, but my position does allow for a letter to be sent without being seen by too many other eyes. Would that make you happy? I don’t think they’ll be coming here though, so I don’t think you have to worry about that. As I said, Saddle Arabia is still independent.”

 Ruby gives a little bit of a harsh laugh. “I missed enrollment and class scheduling. As far as I know, my… absence could been seen as an attempt to… escape my familial duty if they aren’t thinking I’m hurt… or worse. Those reasons alone could bring them to Equestria to try and find me.”

“But you don’t want them to come here?”, Birgir asks. “You probably fear they might get caught and end up with an owner like your last one.”

 Ruby nods slowly, sniffing a little as she tries to stop thinking about what would happen to her sister if she were captured and forced to become a slave. “What… if that… did happen, what would happen to a… a mare that would fight and… and try to kill a… male?”

“What? Kill? Where’s that question coming from?”

 “It… it’s just a… I’m sure that is what my sister would try to do every chance she got if she… if she did get captured.”

“So she’s a warrior or soldier of some kind? Well, I’d assume if she meets caribou or Equestrian ponies in deadly combat, they will fight to the death if there’s no other option. If they manage to capture her though… I’d assume they’d strap a black collar onto her and then put her through rigorous training, maybe breaking her into a purple, though probably not intentionally. Not entirely sure though. The only females we ever met in combat were the cats, and they… simply don’t let themselves be captured alive.”

 Ruby’s head drops at his words, hugging herself as the tears begin to flow. “‘Ana asif, rahiba. Rjayaan ‘aetaniun.” The words are choked out and spoken softly. Ruby continues to sit there, wiping away the tears with her arm, eventually getting up and makes her way to the stairs.

Birgir stands up and follows her. “Ruby… did I say something wrong again? I’m… sorry.”

 “N- no, Master. I just… I can’t… I don’t want to think about my sister being a… purple collar anymore.”

“She isn’t one yet, is she?”, Birgir asks. “Come here…” He opens his arms.

 Ruby runs into him, hugging the stag tightly and burying her head in his chest. “I… I don’t… before this morning, I… I thought that you caribou… conquered Saddle Arabia along with Equestria. I just… I don’t know what is going on with my family, and I just… if they aren’t slaves yet, I want to keep them from this life if possible.”

“As I said… we’re not in Saddle Arabia. Whatever this ‘cure’ is that our king applied to the stallions of Equestria… it only works on them. It doesn’t even affect closely related species, like the zebra. If it worked on Saddle Arabians, we would know about it by now. It is still an independent nation. If your family stays in Saddle Arabia, they’re safe from Equestrian stallions or the less charitable examples of my own people for the time being.”

 “But… but what if… how do I know that my sister didn’t try to come to Equestria to look for me if my father and mother haven’t heard from me in months? Or when they heard I haven’t enrolled in college? How… I don’t even know if they know what is happening to Equestria right now!”
Birgir gently lets his hand run down her mane on the back of her head. “Ruby… I understand that you’re worried about your family. But I don’t think your sister will just run off to get you as long as she has no clue where you are or what happened to you.”

 “I… I hope so. That… I just want to write them a letter so that I can let them know I’m alright and still alive, and that I am not avoiding my duties as a daughter, but that I also cannot return home just yet.”

Birgir nods. “Speaking of which… you mentioned responsibilities towards your family, but you never said what they were”, he asks calmly.

 “I… two months ago I was supposed to… to have started college to further my education. It was… I have… or had been… arranged to get married to a stallion after I graduated,” Ruby squeezes the stag tighter. “The marriage was… set up shortly after my tenth birthday. A mare who… who doesn’t go with the arrangement or tries to get out of it incurs serious penalties and problems for herself and her family. My father… he could lose everything and be shamed for eternity. My sister… she could be forced to take my place and be discharged dishonorably from the military. My mother… my mother could be imprisoned for her life.”

“Let me get this straight…”, Birgir says, releasing her from his embrace, a certain insecurity in his voice. “You’re telling me that you’re already owned by another male - which means a case could be made that I’m obligated to return you to your rightful owner. You’re also telling me that if you vanish in Canterlot while it is taken over by us, the first assumption of your people wouldn’t be that you were captured along with the Equestrian mares, but that you ran away trying to escape your rightful owner. Is that about correct? I admittedly don’t quite understand the pony concept of ‘marriage’, but… that’s what I’m getting from this.”

 “Somewhat correct. I guess you could say I was claimed by another stallion, though if he learns what happened to me, he may not want to marry me,” Ruby takes a deep breath, sniffing a bit as she tries to calm down.  “If they know that Equestria has been taken over and the new… laws implemented, then no, it would not be seen as me trying to run away from the marriage. The big question would be is if they even know about what is happening in Equestria right now. If they do know or are informed, than arrangements could be made between my family and the stallion to nullify the marriage without any further consequences to arise.”

“They know what’s going on here”, Birgir says calmly. “Of course, not every detail… after all, not even I know what this supposed ‘cure’ is, although I have a few educated guesses. But a regime change like this in a local superpower doesn’t go unnoticed. I’m pretty sure they also have a good idea about the new laws and the changes in the stallions’ behavior. Of course, they don’t exactly know the details. Why would that change anything about your owner making a claim to you?”

 “Well, a mare having sex with a stallion who isn’t husband, consensually or not, is seen as unclean and by some… unmarriable. Some stallions in Saddle Arabia put great value in the faithfulness of their wife or wives.”

“Huh… odd”, Birgir mumbles. “Is that a Saddle Arabian thing, or were Equestrian marriages similar in this regard? I’m protective of my females as well, but… I wouldn’t even have thought about not buying you just because some other males already had you. It sounds a bit... impractical to me. Not to mention superstitious. Anyway... couldn’t that stallion you were supposed to marry still demand recompense from your family?”

 “I don’t know about Equestria. I just know that some Saddle Arabians put a lot of worth on a female’s virginity for whatever reason they chose. I guess things have changed, I remember reading that in the past, if a mare was discovered to not have her… hymen intact, than she was more than likely killed and her family shunned.” Ruby calms down some, taking a deep breath as she keeps a hold on him. “And yes he can, either financially or through any other way my father and the stallion can agree to.”

“I see. You have a very weird culture… I assume he could still demand your sister in exchange for you?”, Birgir asks. Only a second later, he bites his lip, hoping what he just said won’t worry Ruby again.

 “He could, if he wanted to, though it is up to father to agree to it, and knowing sis, he won’t,” A slight smile at the thought brightens Ruby’s expression and mood a little. “If neither party can come to an agreement, it would be up to the local court what would be fair. Be it money, land, goods or something else.”

“The court could still give your sister to that stallion?”, Birgir asks.

 “It depends on the judge. While arranged marriages are still common and used mostly between families of power or wealth, there has been controversy about the type of substitution you suggested not being legally enforceable.”

Birgir smiles. “And the judge probably doesn’t want to start yet another controversy. Sounds like your sister is safe. You’re probably relieved… and I have to say, I am as well. I really don’t want to let you go, Ruby.” He looks away for a moment. “It’s thanks to a… really odd quirk of your culture that I don’t quite understand. In our culture, a female still being untouched would be a sign of her being less experienced, and thus of lesser value.” The stag lets out a chuckle. “It would also earn the seller a few really confused gazes. Sexual relationships between males aren’t uncommon among us, and our culture is quite open about that fact - but males who are exclusively interested in other males are fairly uncommon. It isn’t really stigmatized, but it would call into question his ability to handle females properly. Then again, I guess he could handwave it with her simply not being his type.” He shrugs. “That would still call his ability into question though.”

 “I hope so, as long as sis stays away from Equestria. She can be… very protective of me, though still lets me make my own choices,” Ruby hugs Birgir again. “If it hadn’t been for you, who knows how much longer I would have lasted. I guess… the only way we can find out what the stallion’s choice is regarding… me is to get into contact with my family somehow.”

Birgir sighs. “Sending a letter to them is relatively easy. Opening a two-way channel really isn’t. I’m not even sure how I would approach that.”

 Ruby thinks for a minute, then smiles. “Ever heard of messenger pigeons? I don’t know if they are common here in Equestria, or even still around, but they could be used fairly easily.”

Birgir shakes his head. “Equestria uses pegasi for mail delivery, which is better for a lot of reasons. Given that you’re a pegasus, I figured Saddle Arabia would do the same. That said… it isn’t going to work anyway. How much do you know about messenger pigeons?”

 “Not much, I know that they can be easily trained and fly long distances. Plus a lot of the richer Saddle Arabians use them.” Ruby’s expression falls a little at Birgir’s explanation.

“Well… I do happen to know a bit about messenger pigeons. See, if you have a suitable pigeon, you can imprint it with a specific location. Let’s call that location Place A for now. You can then take that pigeon to a faraway Place B, let it fly, and it will return to Place A. Here’s the thing though. You can’t then send the same pigeon back to Place B, because it’s imprinted to fly to Place A. You have to use a different pigeon. So even if we could send a pigeon to your family, they can’t send the same pigeon back. They’d have to use a different pigeon imprinted with our location. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

 “Oh, and yes, I do. It would require two different pigeons that have been trained to return to a specific location to use that system. The first would have to be trained to return to my parent’s house and the second pigeon would have to have been trained to return here.”

Birgir nods. “Very good, Ruby. Yes, that’s exactly what I was saying. So unless your family has a pigeon imprinted to fly to Canterlot, they can’t respond.”

 “I understand, I wasn’t fully aware of how much went into training of messenger pigeons, I just knew the bare basics.”

Birgir shrugs. “I don’t mind if my females tell me about their ideas, even if they don’t work out. As a matter of fact, I try to encourage it. Yours wasn’t even that bad. You lacked information, not understanding. That’s more than I can say about most of Fiera’s ideas. That said… I really need to go to work. I already have to rush a bit so as not to be late.” He looks in Fiera’s direction and snips his finger. “Fiera, come to your Master”, he commands.

The cow crawls towards him on all fours, then kneels in front of him. He places his hand under her chin, raises it up, then bends down and places a short, sweet kiss on her lips. “Goodbye, Fiera. Behave and do what Ruby tells you, okay? You can move more freely than usual with her around. She seems to be able to keep you in line. No need to leash your collar to the wall.”

Fiera nods, smiling happily. “Yes, Master. Thank you. I will, Master. I will obey Mistress Ruby to the… to the letter.”

Birgir smiles back. “I know you will.” He then turns around, going towards the door, facing Ruby. “Ruby, come here.”

 Ruby approaches Birgir with a partial smile, looking up at him a little. “Yes, Master?”

Birgir lets his right hand run through Ruby’s hair, eventually letting it rest on the back of her head. Then, he pulls her into a somewhat longer and more passionate kiss. Ruby responds to the kiss by opening her muzzle, allowing his tongue to enter if he wishes as her arms drape over the stag’s shoulders. He eventually breaks the kiss far too quickly, looking into her eyes and smiling. “Goodbye, Ruby. See you in the evening. Before I go, I wanted to tell you… I’m happy that I found you.”

 “And I’m glad that you found me as well. I just wish there were more males out there like you.” Stepping away from him, Ruby flashes a soft smile and waves at the stag.

Birgir smiles and waves back, then leaves the house, closing the door behind him. “So do I”, he mumbles to himself as he starts walking towards his workplace.
> Chapter Four: A Glimpse of Morning
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the door slams shut behind the stag, Fiera crawls towards Ruby, then kneels in front of her, displaying her body to her ‘mistress’ - her eyes cast down and her hands resting on her thighs.

“I am at your service, Mistress”, she says softly.

 Ruby giggles at the cow and stands up. “So, Fiera, what is it you usually do when Master is off at work?” 

“Normally, I just sleep until noon”, Fiera giggles, blushing a little, without looking up into the mare’s eyes. “Then... I do some chores for Master. Only the really simple ones. Cleaning up a bit… and I train to be pleasing to my Master.”

 “Okay, well go ahead and get started on some of those chores while I do the dishes, then we can spend some time talking. Also, I want to give you a challenge, Fiera,” Ruby gathers up the dishes carefully, stacking them in her arms. “Do you think that you could go an entire day without doing anything sexual? I would rather have our first day together be focused on something other than sex.”

Fiera giggles once more. “But then how are we going to get to know each other better, Mistress? And… I can do the dishes if you wish. That way, Mistress can spend her time with something more rewarding.”

 Ruby shakes her head and giggles. “I thank you for your concern, Fiera, but there’s other ways for two people to get to know each other than sex,” The pegasus smiles a little. “And as for your offer to do the dishes, thank you, but you want to know the benefits of having two of us here?”

Fiera’s mind seems to be stuck at the first thing Ruby said though. “Two people…”, she repeats. “I think… males can get to know each other just by talking… but when that happens, they only talk about stuff I don’t understand...” She giggles softly. “You’re a Mis… Mistress… I think… so maybe you do that too. But… it’s really hard… to really get to know each other that way.” Once more, she lets out a soft giggle. “Getting close and having fun together is sooo much easier.” She straightens up. “But if Mistress wishes me not to, I will not.”

 “It’s only hard if you think it is, Fiera. Let’s start with something simple. Can you tell me anything about where you caribou came from?” A couple ideas flash through Ruby’s mind in how to help the smaller female become better, though it would have to wait till Birgir gets home.

“Mh… it was cold there”, Fiera says, shivering a little. “Much colder than here. Also less green, with more rocks and snow.” She smiles softly. “I think I like it better here.”

 “Really? Well… I’m not from Equestria myself. Where I am from, it’s a bit hotter than here and is mostly a desert. To me, this place is a little colder than I’m used to. What about your… village or city? What was it like? Were you always with Birgir?”

“What’s a desert?”, Fiera asks.

 “A desert is a large body of land that is covered by sand and usually has little plantlife. It is a very hot and mostly dry place where water is a very valuable resource.”  After the dishes are placed in the sink, Ruby returns to the table, sitting next to Fiera.

“Oh”, Fiera giggles. “So it’s hot instead of cold, and you’ve got sand instead of snow. I think… I think there could be places where it’s too hot. This place here is… about right, I feel.” She smiles.

 “I can see your point. Yes, Equestria is not a bad place to live, very beautiful in certain areas,” Ruby reaches out and pets Fiera gently, her scarlet digits running through the cow’s hair slowly. “Have you always been Birgir’s cow?”

“No, he only bought me… after we arrived here. In Lin… what’s the name… Linda…”

 “I’m not familiar with a town or city that starts with that. Who was your first Master, then?”

“My father-master raised me to be a good slave before selling me to Master Birgir”, Fiera answered. “He was a much harsher Master than Master Birgir.”

 “Your father was your Master? I guess it would make sense that he let you go, then.” As she mention how harsh he was, Ruby hugs herself, her gaze turning to the table as she remembers what her own previous Master was like. 

Fiera giggles softly. “Oh yes… with the... money a Master gains from selling a female of his household, he can help the family in many ways. Another way we serve our Masters.” She gives Ruby a shy smile.

 “I guess that makes sense in a way,” Rubbing her chin for a moment, the mare tries to think of some things she and Fiera can do that doesn’t involve sex. “Fiera, I know you have a lot of toys that help you become better at sex, but… do you take care of them? Clean them and all that?”

Fiera giggles. “Yeah, I can clean up my… Master’s dildos.”

 “Okay, show me how you care for them, Fiera, but try not to let your sexual desires get the better of you.”

“But…”, Fiera continues. “You ponies actually invented something really neat so I don’t have to clean them up that often anymore.” She giggles. “Master Birgir got this idea. Here, let me show you.”

Fiera crawls over to her toy box, then fetches a dildo and something else, carrying them over to Ruby. Once she reaches the mare, she shows her the dildo, then reveals something that looks like a condom. She rips open the packaging with her teeth, revealing that it really is a condom - and then just slips it over the toy.

“There”, she giggles. “Once I’m done, I can just throw the rubber thingy away. I mean, cleaning them with water afterwards is just as easy, but this way, I avoid the more difficult parts of maint… main… taking care of them properly that only Master Birgir can do.”

 Ruby giggles as she watches Fiera, then takes a look at the toy box, wondering how the various toys are kept. “A condom is useful, and yes it does help with that, but condoms are not foolproof. Here, let me show you,” She holds out her hand. “Can I see the dildo?”

Fiera nods and hands the toy to her. Ruby notices that it has runes engraved on it.

 Taking note to ask about them later, she holds the dildo by the base. “Bring me some lube as well, and then I’ll give you a demonstration.”

Fiera nods, then rushes over to her box and fetches Ruby a small can of lube.

 Coating the palm of her hand with a little bit of the lube, Ruby begins to stroke the toy slowly at first, letting Fiera watch closely as she tries to get the condom to rip or fail. The cow just sits there and watches intently.

“Sometimes the thin material of a condom can rip, reducing how effective it can protect the toy, do you understand?”

Fiera giggles. “Well, that never happened to me. But if it happened, um… wouldn’t I just clean the toy normally, then? Not sure why that would be a big deal…”

 “I’m just curious how it is done. I guess… after what I have seen and gone through… my old… Master… he didn’t take very good care of me or the toys he used on me. I’m… I’m lucky that I have not gotten sick because of it. I don’t want you to run that same risk.” Ruby gives the toy a few more strokes and goes back into the kitchen, washing her hands thoroughly.

“Was your former Master a stallion?”, Fiera asks once Ruby is back.

 “Yes, he was. A very mean and abusive stallion.” Ruby’s eyes become downcast as she unwillingly begins to remember her time with him.

Fiera nods. “Oh, maybe that’s why he didn’t know how to take care of toys. Master Birgir often says stallions are dumb.” She thinks for a moment. “Maybe with you ponies, it’s the females who are the smart ones. Hmmm… I have to ask Master Birgir later.”

 “I doubt that stallions are stupid. Both mares and stallions received the same kind of education, so I guess it’s really just the individual. Anyway, we can save that for later, when Birgir gets home. What other chores can you do besides dishes?”

“A little bit of cleaning, dusting… just the very easy stuff.” Fiera smiles softly.

 “Okay, go ahead and clean up the living room as I do the dishes. And do you think you can do it without involving anything sexual?”

Fiera giggles. “What a silly question. Why would cleaning up be sexual?” She takes a moment to think of something. “Hmmm… I wonder if it can be turned into something sexual…” Then, she pauses for a moment. “But you tell me not to, so I won’t, Mistress.” She giggles, then gets a bucket and fills it with water. “In our homeland, we used rivers for that. Here, you have metal thingies that spit out water in the house. You ponies are really clever.”

 Ruby smiles a little as she watches Fiera. “Thank you, and I guess a part of me was thinking you would shove a dildo inside your pussy and tailhole before you got started, that’s all. And thank you for the compliment.” Once Fiera has filled her bucket, the mare gets started on the dishes, rinsing them off to start.

“Oh…” Fiera giggles. “Master could do that to me as a task or something, but I wouldn’t do it myself. It… also doesn’t have much to do with the cleaning, does it? It’s… more in the way than helpful, I think?” She giggles.

 “Yea, I guess it is. I just… this is my first time meeting a cow and talking to one. I… you are not at all like I imagined, not after my time with a couple of caribou. They… it seemed like they were too focused on sex than anything else.” Ruby joins the cow in a fit of giggles, her hands becoming covered in suds as she begins to work on the dishes.

“Sex is important in many ways”, Fiera responds. “We get to know each other that way… and also our Masters. We come to learn what they want, how they feel, what they expect of us… it’s also our place as females to please our Masters in the few ways we can, and that’s a very important one.”

 “How exactly does that work, getting to know another through sex? It used to be that we would talk and spend time doing things we enjoy doing, like going to a movie or playing games.”

Fiera scratches her head. “What do you mean how does that work?”

 “I guess… outside of the acts of sex and what your partner likes, what else do you learn about them?”

“Huh… weird question”, Fiera mumbles. “How they feel, what they expect from us… what they’re like as a person.”

 “Really? You can infer all of that just by fucking someone? That’s… I never thought it would be possible.” Ruby looks a little perplexed at Fiera’s words, not sure how it happens.

“What does inf… ‘infer’ mean?”, Fiera asks.
 
 “It means you can guess what another person is feeling and expecting.”

Fiera looks at the mare puzzled, as if she had just been asked how she knows that water is wet. “It’s not really guessing…”, she finally says. “It’s… feeling.” She lets out one of her soft giggles. “Of course, we’re still often wrong with that. That’s why we need training and discipline... so we learn to understand better what our Masters expect from us.”

 “Okay. I was just curious. It just seemed weird to me, you know?” Ruby flashes the cow a smile as she resumes working on the dishes, humming gently. 

Fiera blinks. “Why… Mistress?”, she asks.

 “Well, where I’m from, mares are only supposed to have sex with their husband. Any mare who voluntarily has sex with a stallion who is not their husband, or with another mare, is turned into social pariahs. They are treated like second-class citizens and sometimes even cast out of the city or town.”

Fiera casts her eyes down. “So many difficult words…”, she says, blushing a little. “I get the gist of it, Mistress… I think. But then how do you mares in Sad… Saddle-Arabia get to know each other, and your… husbands?” She giggles. “Weird word, ‘husband’. Is that something like a Master?”

 “First, us mares get to know each other through talking, like we are, and spending time doing activities we enjoy, like playing games or going to a movie or even just shopping. We get to know each other through social interactions and observations,” Ruby giggles at Fiera, spotting the blush. “And as for what a husband is... he is supposed to be a stallion you get to know and eventually fall in love with. A pony you want to spend your life with, I guess in a sense he is like a Master, only… at least here in Equestria, both parties are equal.”

“So you mares get to know each other and your males without sex, just by spending time together… and then you have sex afterwards.” Fiera giggles. “You really are more like Masters then. What’s a mo… movie?”

 “It doesn’t always have to end in sex, most of the time it is just being around others, being part of a group that we desire. Before you caribou came along, I was still a virgin and was going to be forced to marry a stallion. As for movies, they are like… stage plays, but are recorded and edited before the public can watch it.”

“Master Birgir took me to a stage play of Veizla and Matask in Hornvik once”, Fiera remembers. “It had a lot of kinky things in it, but… um… not much else.” She hangs her head, her voice turning a bit sad. “I think you wouldn’t have liked it.”

 “Who is Veizla and Matask? And the old me probably wouldn’t. Now… I don’t know if that would hold true any more.”

Fiera giggles. “You like kinky things more now, Mistress?”

 “I guess, if Birgir does them, yes, I do.” Ruby giggles and blushes a little, shifting some as she can feel a bit of moisture starting to collect on her inner thighs, a couple images swimming through her mind.

Fiera nods. “I know you like Master Birgir a lot.” She giggles. “You even act like a good slave for him even though you’re more like a Master… except not really either. Like when you hugged me this morning, you really weren’t like a Master, more like... just another female. It just felt… what’s the word… inap… inappr… which is weird, really. You feeling like a Master should feel more wrong, but it doesn’t.” She pauses for a moment, looking down. “Am I stuttering? I think I’m babbling again…”

 “It’s okay, Fiera. You’re confused, and asking questions is a good way to find answers,” Ruby frowns as the cow looks downwards. “I guess… a part of me does feel like the idea of a mare being beneath a male is right… but only under certain specific circumstances. I think the differences and why I might seem partially like a male is because of how I was raised. I had some freedom and attended a very good school that taught us a lot.”

“No, it’s not just that. I know you’re really smart… you don’t have the same wish to... dominate me that Master Birgir has, and you want to submit to him… but it’s not the same as it is for me.” She giggles. “We both love Master Birgir, but I need him. You don’t… I think. There are males who enjoy being submissive towards another male, but still live their own lives beside that. I know you can’t just leave us because then they’d bring you back… but for now, I’ll look at you like that.”

The mare giggles a little. “If you were taught enough, I bet you could as well. You are smart, too. Once we finish cleaning, why don’t we see if we can find some cards or a game or something to play.”

“Cards or games, hm… Master Birgir doesn’t have many friends. I don’t know if he has any of those.”

 “Okay, I’m sure we can find something to do to pass the time. Maybe we can ask Birgir if he can get something like that.”

“You think I… could learn to be more like you… by playing?”, Fiera asks in disbelief.

“Maybe, but sometimes playing a game is not about learning, but having fun and the time spent together.” Ruby’s words are filled with confidence as she looks at the cow, offering a smile to back up her words.

Fiera scratches her head. “I thought that’s what it’s always about.” She giggles.

 Ruby lifts an eyebrow at the giggle, her smile widening for a moment. Flicking her hands a few times she approaches the cow and gives her a surprise hug for a brief moment.

“Oh”, Fiera giggles, but shows no further reaction.

 “Fiera, if you ever want to hug me, unless Master has said otherwise, you can hug me without needing permission to do so first, okay?”

Fiera giggles, then suddenly wraps her arms around the mare and pushes her own naked body tightly against Ruby’s, her breasts pressing against the mare’s. “Thank you, Mistress”, she says, shyly and submissively looking up into Ruby’s eyes. “Do you want me… to do anything else for you?” She lets out a really soft giggle.

 “Hmm… once you finish cleaning, why don’t I try to teach you how to write and read?”

Fiera removes herself from Ruby, kneeling before her once again. Blushing a little, she casts her eyes down. “I think I got wrong what you wanted from me. I apologize and ask for an appropriate punishment, Mistress.”

  Ruby shakes her head and frowns. “You did nothing wrong, Fiera, to warrant a punishment or apology. Now, finish your chores and then come into the dining room.”

Fiera nods, stands up weakly, then resumes her cleaning. Ruby helps the cow in handling any of the more delicate or heavier objects that are giving Fiera some trouble.

Once it is time for lunch, the pegasus makes some sandwiches and adds a handful of chips on the two plates. “Lunch is ready, Fiera. Get two glasses of milk and then come join me.”

Fiera gives her a nod, then disappears into the kitchen and reappears with a glass of milk and a bowl equally filled with milk. She places the former onto the table, then places the latter on the ground beside it. 

Carrying two plates, Ruby follows the cow and sets one on the table, the other in front of Fiera. “Eat up, and if you never been allowed to before, you can use your hands.”

Fiera nods. “Thank you, Mistress. I have been.” She kneels in front of the plate, then takes her sandwich and takes a bite out of it. “Mmmh, good”, she says.

 Shaking her head, Ruby looks down at the cow. “Please, Fiera, no talking with your mouth full.” The mare giggles a little and then digs into her own meal, smiling.





Birgir enters a great stone building, walking through a long hall, past a number of small bureaus. Their doors are open, and he observes stags and stallions entering and leaving, often carrying large piles of books with them. This was his subsection of the censorship department, and he had found that free exchange and communication between his co-workers during work time raises efficiency in his specific line of work - which was ironic in a way. It also came with a few issues though, particularly regarding discipline.

As he walks through the hallway, he hears a stallion’s groans, as well as muffled moans from someone else. Coming by one of the bureaus, he finds the source of the noise. A stallion, one of his subordinates, has a mare in a black collar bent over his work table, her muzzle gagged with a ballgag and her arms bound behind her back, and is in the process of using her.

Standing in line is a recent hiree, a young stag who looks like he only recently reached adulthood, holding a partially rolled up stack of papers in his left hand, not letting anyone see the content of what he’s holding. He looks at the stallion using the mare, then to Birgir. “Are you waiting in line to see if you can use the cunt, too? It’s been a while since I last fucked a female, and I hate the idea of having to use one of those public mares, even if they are free.” 

Birgir raises an eyebrow. “Why is there a mare in here? I can’t remember authorizing this.”

The stallion looks up, his ears falling a little as he stares at Birgir, his cock buried deep inside the crying mare. “Come on, the office could use a morale cunt in here. Other offices in here have at least one cunt that’s for use by any of the workers, why can’t we have one as well? I’ll even have Cream Pie here be ours.”

Birgir rubs his temples. “Have you compared workplace efficiency of our department with that of the others recently?”

As the stallion pulls out, a good amount of cum is dripping from the tip of his cock. From the looks of it, he already came inside the mare at least once as a steady stream flows out of her pussy. “N- not really, boss. I just know that the morale between our office and the others is a bit lower, not to mention some of the rumors we’ve been hearing about us.”

“You think the work morale is higher in other offices?”, Birgir asks.

“Yeah, I do.” He looks back at some of the other workers watching the spectacle. Some of the braver males shake their head tentatively while others avoid looking at the two as Birgir questions the stallion.

“Explain to me what you mean by that”, Birgir insists. The young stag, having realized who he was standing next to, remains silent, but his demeanor has changed to one more business like.

“Well… uhm… it just seems like some of my friends in other departments are happier because they aren’t having to deal with blue balls for the eight or so hours they are working.” The stallion shivers a little and backs away slightly from the mare, looking uncomfortable under Birgir’s gaze.

“They also only get half the work done… at best”, Birgir responds. “So tell me… how would you handle this? How do you think she can provide workplace morale without becoming a constant distraction? Right now, you’re already using her during your normal work time, and all the others standing in line here also aren’t working. Of course, we could limit her use to the breaks - but then we’d have two dozen stallions and thirty minutes of time to use her. That’s only a bit more than a minute for each of you. That doesn’t sound practical either.”

 The stallion doesn’t answer. Instead, he backs away, having forgotten his cock is still exposed for the moment as he hurries back to his desk. The other males likewise hurry to their seats, some of them upset at Birgir’s explanation, but also realizing he’s right. The only ones left standing is Cream Pie and the young stag.

Birgir addresses the stallion once more. “I wasn’t finished talking to you”, he insists. “You said this was your mare?” 

The stallion nods nervously, getting back up and approaches Birgir, but keeping his distance, having heard stories of stallions who displeased a stag - though before now, he had dismissed them.

“Good. Then you will tell me what I’m supposed to do with her for the rest of the day.”

“Uhmm… punish her, then lock her in a cage till work lets out?” He isn’t very confident of his answer, which is betrayed by his shaky voice and low hanging tail.

“We definitely need to lock her up somewhere”, Birgir nods. “We have no cages here, so I’ll lock her up in one of the empty office rooms.” He walks over to the mare and removes her ring gag, then proceeds to remove her arm binders.

 The cream-coated mare whimpers in relief, having been stuck like that for a few hours already, having lost almost all feeling in her arms, fingers and lower jaw. 

“Stand up”, Birgir commands, directed at the mare. Tentatively she does so, though it’s obvious it takes a lot of effort, her crimson eyes staring at the stag defiantly despite the fact that she looks close to toppling over.

“Can you walk?”, he asks her in a tone that indicates he is more interested in practicality than concerned about her feelings.

The other stag, apparently curious, comes a step closer while closely observing Birgir.

The earth mare responds angrily. “Yes, I can, you bastard. And don’t even think I’ll degrade myself and cra-AAAHHHHH!” At her outburst, the stallion activates the shock runes of her collar, causing her to convulse on the floor as she screams.

“That will be enough”, Birgir says, turning to the stallion.

Silently, he nods and turns the runes off, resulting in the mare whimpering and curling up into a ball, trying to keep herself from crying.

Birgir bows down and picks up the mare. Carrying her in his arms, he walks across the hallway and into another office room, this one windowless and with only a single door. There is a desk and a chair in the room, as well as an empty bookcase and a few file cabinets - but nothing else. He carefully places down the mare on the chair.

The young stag follows him, biting his lip as he remains quiet, confused over the compassion shown by a stag to such a lowly being.

“Yes, I think this will do”, Birgir says with no hint of emotion, then leaves the room, waiting for the younger stag to follow him out.

 “Uhm… I don’t know if this is a good time or not, but I was sent to give this to you,” He holds out the rolled up booklet to Birgir, avoiding the other stag’s gaze as he does so to keep from angering him. “Also, I’m the new transfer to your office, Herleif.”

“Welcome to the office, Herleif”, Birgir says friendly. “What is this?”, he asks.

 “It came directly from Councilman Vestri from what I understand, a transcript for a book.” He takes a moment to look back at the door to the room with the locked up mare.

Birgir blinks at him for a second. “Let’s go to my office.” 

The other stag nods and follows his boss, feeling a little nervous about what could possibly happen.

Entering his office, Birgir waits for the other stag to follow him, then closes the door and walks around his desk. He points to a chair on the other side of the desk while standing in front of his own chair. “Please, sit down”, he says, pointing at the other chair.

 Taking a seat, he lets out a deep breath, not sure where to start as his heart begins to speed up a little. “Is there… something wrong?”

Birgir blinks once more. “What? Not to my knowledge. I just thought we shouldn’t discuss work in the halls… particularly not if it involves Council members. No need to feel uncomfortable.” He smiles. “So what do you have here?”

 He relaxes some and blows out a breath he had no idea he was holding. “Well, from what I have understood so far, it is to be his personal story on our arrival in Lindisbarne. How we took the town over and shown those ponies the proper order.”

Birgir nods. “I see. Is there a problem with it?”

 “Not that I am aware of. I’m not really an editor, I was just told to bring this up to you by the editing staff to get your approval. I guess part of it is also how he met Sunny and their first couple of days together,” Tapping his finger he does remember a snippet of conversation. “One of the biggest issues that was brought up is that the editors think… if you can even believe this, a mare wrote it.” He laughs a little as he says the last bit, finding it nothing more than a joke.

Birgir nods. “I believe it.” He reaches out with his right hand. “I’d have preferred if they came to me personally to discuss their issues… but alright, I’ll read over it. I understand Vestri sent instructions along with it?”

 “Really? You believe it?” He looks a bit stunned at his words, but recovering quickly, he pulls out another stack of papers. “Here they are. And they would have, but they are busy dealing with the upcoming pony holiday. Nightmare… something.”

“Nightmare Night?”, Birgir asks.
 
 “Yea, that. Not sure why they are so worried about some stupid pony holiday. I mean, what is Nightmare Night supposed to celebrate anyway?”

“The banishment of some kind of legendary ancient evil a Millennium ago, as far as I know”, Birgir responds. “Then again, I guess the meaning will change now. Do you remember that day of complete darkness that we had during our passage here from the old homeland?”

 “Yeah, I do. You're saying that has something to do with Nightmare Night? But it happened during the summer.” He looks a bit confused at the older stag.

“It is part of my job to know and try to understand what ponies believe”, Birgir responds. “From what I understand, they believe that an ancient evil of night and darkness was sealed away a Millennium ago, and that’s what they’re celebrating on Nightmare Night. They also seem to believe that this evil returned the summer when we landed on these shores, and caused a day of total darkness. We know this day actually happened, so maybe this evil exists, or maybe it was a natural occurrence our best scryers couldn’t predict and the ponies are just superstitious about it. If the former is the case, this evil seems to be banished again. Oddly enough, this event also seems to correlate with the sudden appearance of the second alicorn - the moon one. Many of the ponies themselves aren’t even exactly sure how to interpret this correlation though - if there even is a connection at all.”

 He looks a bit surprised at what Birgir just mentioned, not sure what exactly to make of it. “That does sound interesting. I'd like to hear more about it and some of the other tales these ponies have.”

Birgir looks up and smirks. “Are you trying to stall for time before getting back to work?” He laughs. “But honestly, I don’t think this is the best time for that. Maybe we can grab a drink together some time. Maybe I’ll bring my mare along, so she can sing us of Equestrian tales - although she’s Saddle-Arabian, so I don’t know how many she knows, and how accurate they are. Let’s get back to that document from Councilman Vestri you were about to give me.”

 “I would like that. And yeah, we should get back to work.” He smiles as a few thoughts come to mind, but pushes them aside for now.

 Birgir picks up the document. “Huh, still sealed… that means someone isn’t doing his job in this office.” He smirks. “Fortunately for you, it’s someone else. You did a splendid job here today. I thank you for bringing this to my attention. Keep up the good work and I’ll recommend you. And yeah, this is Vestri’s official seal, no doubt about it.” 

He smiles as he opens the seal and unrolls the parchment - but then his smile vanishes. “This is also Councilman Vestri’s signature”, he mumbles, more to himself. “And clear instructions to publish it unaltered, uncensored, and unedited. I’m still going to read it, of course. This is either going to be extremely interesting or extremely painful… or both. Honestly, I think the Councilman is doting too much on his mare. She’s only gonna get spoiled rotten at this rate.”

 Herleif laughs a bit at Birgir's assessment of both the script and the Councilman’s mare. “Would love to see you say that to his face. Though I don't think it would be good for your career. And thank you for the recommendation.”

Birgir laughs. “No clue. Some people want their subordinates to have a spine.” He gives the other stag a wink. “Honestly though, I don’t think I have to. From what I’ve heard about these two, his brother probably already teases him about that every day. But now, back to work. I have a book to read, and you have to… do whatever it is you usually do around here.” He laughs.

Giving a mock salute he stands up with a smile. “Okay boss, I'll leave you to it. Have fun and hopefully you can make something out of that mess.” Opening the door, he starts to head out into the main office.

Before the stallion can leave the office, Birgir raises his head. “Wait, how do you know it’s a mess?”

 “Well, a female wrote it, right? You really think something written by a female would be good?”

Birgir smirks. “I don’t think anything. It only distracts me from my work. But you’re right, I guess we can count that as… circumstantial evidence.” He laughs. “Oh, could you come back in again, I almost forgot one more thing. Close the door behind you, please.”

 Nodding he does as told, closing the door he takes his seat again, curious about what Birgir wants to talk about. “What is it?”

“That stallion who brought his mare along mentioned that there are rumors going around about my office. Have you heard anything about that?”

 “Yeah, I have. Some of the other departments are saying that either you're only interested in males, and forcing it on you subordinates. Or... your office is where all the infertile or… sexually defective males are sent.” He shifts a little in his seat, not very comfortable with mentioning those rumors.

Birgir looks up. “Are you sexually defective?”

 “No, I'm not. I guess part of it is because your office is the only one that does not have an office cunt for the workers to use.”

Birgir laughs. “You heard these rumors from stallions and not from our own people, I assume?”

 “Mostly stallions, yes. But at least one stag has said something roughly along those lines.” He gives a nervous chuckle at the assumption.

“Well, I’m not too surprised about the stallions”, Birgir says. “They don’t really get it yet. They still need to get used to their new way of life, and of course they’ll focus on the benefits and forget about the ramifications easily. But may I ask who this stag is, and in which office he works?”

 “Hralf, he works in the law office. I guess, from what I am understanding, he has some kind of problem with you.”

 Birgir nods. “Yeah, from what I’ve heard, he has a problem with his own superiors as well. Rumor has it he’s not the most disciplined stag. But you didn’t get that from me. Understood!” He winks.

 “Copy, boss. But still, you know how rumors like that can spread, especially if you don't do anything to prove they are false.”

Birgir chuckles, more to himself. “I count on it. But alright, humor me. How do you think I should disprove this rumor?”

 “Well, I mean, I don't want to take your job or anything, and I guess I can understand the point you made... about productivity,” Rubbing his chin he thinks for a few moments. “I guess one way would be to bring in an office cunt, maybe even your own mare, either full time or as a reward for all their hard work.”

Birgir rubs his temples. “You still remember my calculations from earlier? How many office cunts do you think we need so everyone gets a turn and we can still limit it to lunch break?”

 “Oh, yeah. I have no idea. Maybe a dozen?” He sounds a bit unsure in his answer. “I guess something else that can be done is have an office cunt to be used to reward the top worker?” His suggestion comes out more as a question.

Birgir smiles. “I’m all for rewards. So you think I should reward our best worker of the day by giving him a distraction from work during the next day?” He chuckles. “At least that’ll keep the price rotating, I guess. But honestly... I’m not sure if you’re seeing what’s going on here. The stallions are disgruntled that we don’t have a sexualized workplace. In their minds, that’s what our reign promises, because they’re seeing it in all other workplaces. The truth is that most of us are doing it to teach mares their place, not to raise workers’ morale among the stallions. Maybe you’re too young to remember an adult’s life in the homeland clearly… I assume you were still a youngling when we left the old homeland, or you only just reached adulthood. When we were working on the fields, or in the forgeries, or in the libraries, we didn’t take our cows with us. Okay, sometimes, maybe… but not usually, because it would have been too distracting. We simply couldn’t afford these kinds of distractions. Now we’re drowning in riches, and the stallions are trying to live a lifestyle that’s unsustainable in the long run… and we’re going along with it because we’re not used to handling this kind of abundance yet. If you ask me, that ‘cure’ the king employed… it didn’t really work. Or it only half-worked. It gave stallions the right idea about the females’ place, but it didn’t give them the right idea about the males’ place. Someone has to provide for and organize society, and that someone can’t constantly let himself be distracted by all the shiny things around him.”

The younger stag is clearly impressed by Birgir's insight into the minds of the stallions. “You missed your true calling. You should either bring those concerns up to the Council or try to get on the Council yourself. You should have gone into politics. And I was not saying use the reward as a distraction, but instead during his lunch break.”

“Let me ask you something”, Birgir replied. “This may sound odd, but… how do you feel after an orgasm?”

 “Uhmm… satisfied?” He answers cautiously.

“Relaxed?”, Birgir suggested. “Maybe… even tired? How well can you focus on a task right after you had an orgasm?”

 “I never thought of that before or paid any attention. I guess yeah, all of the above. And I see your point.”

“As a matter of fact, it seems to affect stallions even more than us - and it can become an addiction”, Birgir says. “There’s a reason why we also don’t allow smoking or drinking at work - and that’s consistent across all offices.”

 “Okay, I can understand that reasoning. I guess that's why you are the boss and I'm just a lowly serf.”

Birgir chuckles. “Are you flirting with me?”, he asks, smirking a little and giving the other stag a wink. “Honestly though, you mostly just lack experience. Maybe you need a teacher.”

 Herleif chuckles a bit at the question, smiling a little. “Thank you. I'd appreciate that.”

Birgir smiles. “I’m not even that much older than you, maybe half a decade or so, but I’ll do my best. We should definitely grab a drink some time. But now, we both really need to get back to work. Agreed?”

 “Sure thing.” Getting up he gives a teasing flick of his tail before walking out of his office. As he walks past the cubicle of the stallion that brought the mare, he stops for a moment and talks to him.

Sighing, Birgir stands up and walks over to his office door to close it. Before doing so, his ears perk, and he tries to catch a bit of the other stag’s conversation. 

“... I was curious, with you being a pony and owning a mare, what's it like?”, he hears Herleif say.

 “Mostly, it's a damned headache at the best of times. If she wasn't such a good fuck, I would have kicked her ass out of my house at the first chance. Why do you ask?” The stallion snorts a bit and looks back at the door his mare locked inside.

 “Well, I was just curious, because I have been thinking about buying a mare and wanted some input.”

Birgir smiles a little. He feels a bit surprised one of his fellow caribou would settle on a mare and not a cow… particularly one with so little experience. He himself did have reasons to buy Ruby in addition to his breeding cow, but he can’t seem to find a good reason why a stag that young would want a mare instead of a cow. I guess I’ll have to ask Herleif later, he ponders. Interrupting his conversation now would be rude, and would also give away the fact that he listened in. He closes the door behind him and goes back to his desk, sitting down and reaching out for the curious book Herleif brought to him.





A few hours later, Birgir sits flexed over the book, his hands pressed against his forehead. “Herleif was right”, he mumbles. “This is a fucking mess…”

He sighs as he takes a glance at his clock. At least it’s time for his afternoon break.

He stands up and walks around the table with his lunchbox. Pausing for a minute, he turns around, picks up the book, then leaves his room.

Walking through the hallway, he looks at the doors to the other office rooms. They’re all firmly closed. He looks around, but finds no one else in the hallway. He eventually stops at the door to the room where he locked up the black collar mare. He chuckles a little, then gives the door three firm knocks. “Are you still in there?”, he asks, relatively loudly.

 “Fuck off, asshat. If you're here to rape me, think again. If not, then leave me the fuck alone.”

Birgir chuckles again, looks around the hallway once more, then takes out his key and unlocks the door, stepping inside, then locking the door behind him again.

 She glares at him and keeps her back pressed into a corner, eyes narrowing as they follow his every move. “What the hell do you want, you rapist bastard?”

The stag walks towards the chair. “I just want to have a little chat. I assume you prefer to stay in your corner? If so, I will take the chair - but if not, it is still free for you.”

 “I'd prefer if you and your rapist kin would all die and burn in Tartarus.” She keeps her distance, covering herself as best she can with her arms and tail while still trying to look dangerous.

“Huh”, Birgir says, sitting down on the chair. “To my knowledge, Tartarus is a magically sealed prison for highly dangerous individuals. How can I be in a prison if I’m dead?”

 “I don't give a damn. But either punishment is less than what you caribou deserve, along with those traitor mares and stallions.”

“Just out of curiosity… what have you eaten this morning?”, Birgir asks.

“Nothing, haven't eaten in two days. No thanks to you, bastards.”

“Your Master doesn’t feed you”, Birgir said in a tone somewhere between a question and an observation.

 “That RAPIST ASSHOLE often doesn’t. Says he's saving money now that he doesn't have to spend it on his ‘stupid’ younger sister.”

Birgir instinctively buries his face into his right hand.

“He was NEVER like this before you fucktards came and ruined EVERYTHING!” Her hands curl into tight balls as her body vibrates in rage, looking close between beating the hell out of something and passing out.

“Yeah, something definitely went terribly wrong”, Birgir mumbles. “Alright. It’s not much, but it’s a start.” He opens his lunchbox and places it in front of her. “I actually wanted to share this with you, but you need this more than me right now.”

 “And why in the fucking hell should I trust a caribou like you, huh? For all I know it could laced with drugs to turn me into one is those mindless slurs that are too broken to do anything else.” She glares at the lunchbox but keeps her distance.

Birgir sighs, then picks up the lunchbox, takes out the sandwich and takes a hearty bite - chews slowly, then swallows.

“There”, he says. “You can watch me for a few minutes if you want to, but keep in mind that we only have twenty minutes until lunch break ends.”

 She remains silent and turns around to face the corner, her back towards the caribou as she lays down.

Birgir sighs. “Alright. I’ll just leave this here for you if you don’t want to eat now… although I fear I have to take the box with me once I leave. I’ll just put the contents on the table once the time is over. Not sure what to go by, but my mare seems to prefer sitting at a table while eating. In the meantime, I was wondering if you could help me with something.” The book in his right hand, he extends his arm towards her. “I was wondering if you could help me make sense of this.”

 “First off, I don't give a damn about your traitor mare. She can go kill herself along with the rest of her ilk. Secondly, why in the fuck should I help you with anything? Why not ask you traitor slut? Or is she too busy somewhere in the building getting her holes filled?”

Birgir blinked. “What makes you think my mare is a traitor? I assume you mean red collar. That’s what you black collars usually seem to mean with that word… but I haven’t even mentioned that she’s a red collar yet.”

 “I seriously doubt you would allow a black collar to sit at a table. And what else would you call a mare who agrees to willing be raped, beaten and disfigured, and even worse, think ALL mares should accept and enjoy it?”

Birgir withdraws his arm. “Your skill of observation is just as bad as your skill of deduction”, he says coldly, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “What was the first thing I did after entering this room?”

 “How do I know this isn't some act? How do I know you aren't in league with assclown, playing the good cop to try and get to know me and use that against me later?”

“You don’t”, Birgir says, rising from his chair. He walks around the table, leaning against the office wall instead. “But either way, the chair is yours if you want it - as is the food. But consider my request for help withdrawn. I simply don’t think you’ll be of help to me. Guess I asked the wrong mare...” He shrugs. “Honestly, if I’m the Matask, I think I’m doing a shitty job with it - but that’s fine, really. As a matter of fact, I might know someone better suited for that role… although I have no idea why he’s even interested.”

 She only raises her middle finger and tries to get to sleep, her tail giving an angry swish.

Birgir sighs, then walks over to her, picks up the lunch box, takes out the content and places it on the table. Then, he goes to the door, unlocks it, opens it, and takes a look outside. Seeing no one in the hallway and all the doors closed, he walks outside, silently closes the door, then locks it once more and calmly walks back to his office.

“Seems like I asked the wrong mare”, he mumbles to himself, scratching his chin. “The wrong mare… hmmm…”