> Equestria Trainers' Society: The Natural Order
>  by Linked_Chain
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> Chapter 1: Orientation (M/f)
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Drowsiness, confusion, and then panic.  The duration varied depending on the pony, but the pattern never changed. Copper Scales had felt enough new arrivals to know.  Right now, the naked sienna-colored mare bound in the chair was still asleep.  As she was, Copper couldn’t gauge her emotions.  Her mind was a haze, the drug that pacified her granting a calm dreamless sleep.  But her body was no longer completely limp like it was at the start; she was beginning to stir in her sleep.  The drug was wearing off and she was on the cusp of waking up. Then he could begin her “orientation.”  Introductions were often arduous to a lot of the other members, but Copper enjoyed them.

The mare, named Cane Sugar, was secured to a modified metal armchair.  It had two individual leg rests, one for each leg.  The seat, the back, the headrest, both arm rests, and both leg rests were cushioned.  The arm and leg rests were adorned with straps that were buckled tightly, keeping her arms and legs held in place. Two large straps on the seat went over each of her thighs keeping her flank pinned to the seat.  One large strap around the torso held her body against the back of the chair.  A final strap ran across her forehead and connected to the headrest, preventing her from facing anywhere other than forward.

The question of whether to gag new slaves on the first meeting is usually up to the discretion of the “Breaker.”  Some preferred to let the slave wake up without a gag.  Hearing the confused words and screams of a fresh recruit appealed to many in the Society. Copper preferred the opposite. First, gagging would prevent the slave from biting their tongue in a panic when they woke; a surprisingly frequent injury.  Second, the shouts and screams were more annoying to Copper than pleasurable. Part of his job was explaining to slaves about their new status, which was difficult to do if they were screeching and shouting over him.  And third, he found the look aesthetically pleasing.  He had chosen a simple small rubber bit gag with a tongue port that protruded inside her mouth and kept her tongue pressed against the bottom of her mouth. It was perfect for a beginner, anything too big in her mouth for this long would have caused jaw strain.  She would have to learn to deal with that sooner or later, but first impressions are important.

As a “Breaker” it was Copper’s responsibility to “break in” new slaves (the technical title assigned to him by the Society was “Member/Contractor/Volunteer Trainer”).  The Society had its own personal employees to handle training for when other members were either too busy or preferred already broken slaves. However, the Society did allow for other members to participate in training, provided they had permission from the owner to do so.  Apparently whoever claimed Cane Sugar didn’t bother to leave their name and made her open to all members.  She was registered as a Type 1 slave as well, which was a bit unusual for a new slave. That meant he had permission to do almost anything he wanted.  Most owners don’t allow that kind of freedom for the first meeting when it’s someone else doing the introduction.  

Copper leaned back in his chair as he flipped through the folder in his lap once more. Cane Sugar’s file.  The Society keeps dossiers on everyone in it.  Copper wanted to make sure he didn’t overlook any important details.  It’s easier to break someone when you know who they are.  That was one of the reasons Copper took interest in this new slave. Having seen her bounty posted, he quickly volunteered to be the one to break her in once she was acquired by the Society.

Copper Scales was an earth pony stallion with chestnut fur and a dark amber mane.  He had a cutie mark of measuring scales on his flank.  He was also a merchant.  He owned a moderately-sized collection of ships, caravans, and even blimps, as well as a network of trade routes for the shipment of products throughout Equestria and some places beyond.  Copper had met Cane Sugar during one of his many business trips.  The trips typically involved negotiations with local farmers about pricing both transportation costs and how big a cut he would get from sale of their produce.  Copper found it to be an amusing quirk of fate that despite being named “Copper Scales” most of his business was in the spice trade.  Cane Sugar stood out to Copper in particular because of her abrasive negotiating tactics.  She was one of the most stubborn farmers Copper had ever dealt with, which was saying something.  Being difficult to work with was nothing new to Copper, but it what was flowing through her mind that caught his interest.

There’s a common misconception that earth ponies aren’t magic users.  They are; the magic is just more passive rather than deliberate as it is with pegasi and unicorns.  Earth ponies’ magic is focused around nature, which is why their strengths typically revolve around naturalistic abilities.  Earth ponies tended to be good farmers, athletes, guards, cooks, potion brewers, etc.  Some earth ponies, like Copper, are so attuned to nature that they develop a “sixth sense” of sorts.  If rumors are to be believed, one of the Elements of Harmony has an ability to sense future events.  Copper couldn’t predict the future, but he had noticed from an early age that he could detect and even feel the emotions of other creatures.  He later learned that this would classify him as an “empath.” One would expect the typical career pursuit of someone with such an ability to be something along the lines of a therapist or psychologist.  However, Copper found the ability to be especially useful for social manipulation, particularly in the business world.  It’s easy to get someone on your side when you know exactly what they’re truly feeling and what buttons to push.  Negotiations usually went smoothly for Copper as a result.

Negotiating with Cane Sugar had revealed a lot of intriguing details to Copper.  Cane Sugar was headstrong earth pony mare on the surface, but her emotions said something else entirely.  She was fearful, intimidated, stressed, nervous, and lacked confidence in herself. The strong-willed, no nonsense farmer personality was a performance.  Researching her file gave a clear explanation as to why.  While she had worked on the farm most of her life, it was largely physical labor.  Her parents had always handled the business side of things.  Her last parent recently passed, and so the responsibilities of the farm passed onto her when she inherited it.  The tough persona was just her way of trying to compensate for the fact that she was lacking both the experience and the mental fortitude that is necessary to run a business.  Copper didn’t judge her for that, though.  After all, some ponies just aren’t natural leaders.  Some ponies need guidance from others who know what’s best for them. Some are meant to be dominant, and others submissive.  It was the natural order of things.  Nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you know what your place is.  Some ponies have a harder time finding it than others, but that’s one reason why the Society is so important.  A pillar of Equestria that both reminds and instructs others on the importance of hierarchy in nature.  Copper found Cane Sugar’s façade endearing, if a bit sad.  This was clearly a pony who didn’t understand her place in the world. Another member must have thought so as well, hence the bounty.  

There are generally problems when dealing with high-profile bounties.  Cane Sugar wasn’t exactly Sapphire Shores, but she was still the prominent head of a local sugar plantation.  If she disappeared, ponies would definitely ask questions and make inquires.  Bounty hunters didn’t just need to capture the target, but also make the disappearance quiet, unsuspicious, and believable to the public.  Cane’s situation helped a lot in this regard.  Bounty hunters always scout the targets, and in doing so learned of the growing troubles that Cane was having running the plantation.  Apparently Cane wasn’t liking her new leadership position either, but was too stubborn to hand it over to someone who could manage it properly.  Constant fights with the other workers, occasional fits of rage, and daily trips to the bar.  So when Cane Sugar suddenly disappeared with a note saying how she was abandoning the business and running away, most of the locals took it at face value.  There were investigations, of course, but there was nothing solid to work with.  Cane’s public issues with the plantation combined with a note in her own handwriting satisfied anyone curious enough to look into it.  Forgery was a common talent among the bounty hunters.  

Copper couldn’t help but feel sorry for Cane’s situation.  It was lucky that the Society got ahold of her when it did.  Left on her own, Cane would have continued her self-destructive path and lived the rest of her life in misery.  But the Society could mold her into her best self.  She would be trained as a slave for the benefit of her owner.  Her new life would finally have stability and a sense of belonging that her old life could never have given her.  Copper was happy to assist in the process.

Copper’s thoughts were interrupted as a new sensation jolted his mind.  Drowsiness. Cane’s body shifted in the chair.

Finally waking up? thought Copper, a slight grin growing on his face.

Cane Sugar’s eyes slowly opened.  She couldn’t tell where she was.  The room was moderately well lit, but her vision was blurry. Whatever she was looking at was grey, but that was all she could see.  She tried to lift her hand to her face to rub her eyelids.  Her hand didn’t budge.  It was stuck, as was her other hand.  She tried to wriggle them around, but nothing happened beyond some slight trembling from whatever she was resting on.  It felt like a chair.

“rrmmgfthmnth!?” were the unintelligible words that came out of her mouth.  She had just realized there was something between her teeth and something else pressing down on her tongue.  They both felt rubbery.

What’s happening?  Where am I?  What is this? How did this happen?  A flurry questions were running through her mind as she tried to gain her bearings.  She remembered going to the bar like she usually did each night.  She may have had a few too many, which wasn’t unusual. That was all she could recall happening. She had blacked out before, but she usually woke up at the bar or in her bed.  Nothing like this had happened.

“rrgthffmmnng!” came more panicked grunts as Cane desperately tried to move any part of her body.  Arms were useless.  She couldn’t lift her legs at all.  Her torso was stuck against the chair.  Even her head was pinned down.  She tried jerking her entire body back and forth hoping something would give. Nothing worked.  The chair didn’t even move from its position.  It was bolted down.  She was completely immobilized.  Her vision was starting to clear up.  Because her head was pinned down, she could only stare at what was in front of her: a blank grey wall.

Okay, that’s the trifecta, thought Copper as he sat behind Cane.  He had it so that Cane would be facing a blank wall when she woke up.  Didn’t want to overstimulate her.  At least not yet.  He preferred to wait and gauge a new slave’s reaction using his empath abilities.  So what will the next emotion be?  She had a more passive nature than she let on in our meeting, so it’s possible that she’ll be paralyzed with fear once she realizes she’s stuck.  Sadness is also a strong possibility.  Some new slaves cry at the initial meeting.  Of course, another common—

Cane redoubled her efforts and once again began violently shaking in her chair. More and more grunts came from her mouth, albeit much louder this time.

Yep. Anger.  Better let her get it out of her system before we talk.

Cane struggled for about three minutes before she finally stopped.  Copper could hear her huffing through her gag from across the room.  Copper rose slowly out of his chair and began to walk towards her. Cane must have heard the footsteps, as her entire body went stiff.  As soon as Copper entered her peripheral vision, Cane immediately began sputtering out more incoherent exclamations through her gag.  A lot of drool was seeping out between her lips.  Copper chuckled as he faced Cane in her chair and waited for her to finally stop.

“Feel free to babble on through that gag as much as you want.  I think it’s adorable.  However, I’m not sure what you hope to accomplish by it.  You must know that I can’t understand anything you’re saying.”

“mmmmnnnf mmg fffgmmgf!” whined Cane as she jostled in her seat.

“If you calm down and don’t interrupt me, I promise I can give you all the answers you need.  I’ll even take that thing out of your mouth if you just sit there and listen. Nod if you understand.”

Cane stared towards the ground for a few seconds. Her eyes shut tightly as she nodded her head up and down.  Copper felt a surge of humiliation, but also a lingering defiance.  She clearly didn’t like being ordered around like this. Copper needed to quash those feelings. The sooner the better, lest she develop some bad habits.  Copper walked over to Cane and cupped her chin in his hand.  Copper leaned down to put his face directly in front of Cane’s.

“I want you to look me in the eye.  Do you understand?”

Cane’s eyes slowly moved to meet Copper’s. Copper could feel her defiance become more diluted, giving way into fear.  She nodded her head once more, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Copper smiled and ran his hand through Cane’s merlot-colored hair.

“Good girl.”

Copper stepped back and began his explanation.

“You have been taken into custody by the Equestrian Trainers’ Society.  We are a secret organization that focuses on promoting and maintaining the natural hierarchy of Masters and slaves.  There are ponies out there such a myself whose personalities are naturally dominant.  We keep things orderly.  We know how best to control businesses, politics, ponies, and other such things.  Not only do we know, but we also have the necessary will to make our goals a reality. It is our right and burden to act as guides for the rest of Equestria.  Then there are the submissive personalities, such as you, who need guidance to achieve their potential.  Be it lack of wits or lack of will, you cannot properly live your life without someone to steer you in the right direction.  The Master and slave dynamic is the symbiosis that allows for a harmonious society.  The Master’s desire is sated while also allowing their superior vison for the world to become reality and better the world.  Meanwhile, the submissive’s life is given the necessary management it needs to become truly fulfilled.  It’s the natural order of things.  Modern Equestria tries to deny this aspect of life, but there are those of us who still keep to the old ways of achieving true harmony.  That is why the Equestrian Trainers’ Society exists.  You are the latest in our ever-growing circle of ponies to be educated and trained for the benefit of yourself and the benefit of your owner.”

Cane remained quiet throughout the entire speech. Not out of obedience, but shock. Copper didn’t need to sense her emotions to figure that out.  The dilated pupils and sweat dripping down her face told him everything.  Copper began to walk out of Cane’s line of sight.

“MMMMNFF!  NNGFF!”

“Don’t worry,” Copper chuckled, “I’m not leaving. I’m just grabbing a few things.”

Copper walked over to a table he had set up in the room.  All manner of devious objects of arousal and punishment had been carefully placed along it. Picking up a few, he made his way back over to Cane Sugar.  Cane heard some objects being placed on the ground beside her chair but was unable to see what.  Copper entered her vision again, his face getting up close to hers.  Cane could see that he was holding something in his hand. It looked like a metal stick, but she couldn’t get a good view of it

“I did promise to let you speak, didn’t I? I will allow you to do so, but only when I give you direct permission to do so.  Understand?”

Cane nodded, maintaining eye contact with Copper. Copper smiled.

Good, she remembered her previous orders.  She’s a quick learner.

Reaching his hand near the back of Cane’s head, Copper undid the buckle that kept the gag in place.  He slowly pulled out the gag out of her mouth, a trail of saliva also spilling out.

“You may ask one question,” said Copper.

Cane hesitated.  It looked like she was trying to come up with something, but no words were spoken.  She remained staring at Copper, shock still present on her face.  Eventually, she managed to bluster out her question.

“Why?”

Copper chuckled at that.  “Isn’t that question a bit redundant?  I’ve already told you why.”

“But I– AAAHH!”

Cane was cut off by a painful shock as Copper poked the end of the stick to Cane’s left nipple.

“I only gave you permission to ask one question only.  Any interruptions or other disobedience will result in punishment.”

Copper pulled back the metal stick he was holding. He was using a modified cattle prod. He could send an agonizing shock to any part of her body at any time.  The prod had several levels of intensity ranging from 1 to 5 (5 being the strongest). It was currently set at 2.

“I guess if you want a clearer answer, the reason why you are here specifically is because you have a submissive personality and dominant member of the Society wanted you.  I don’t know who, I’m just in charge of giving you an introduction and breaking you in.”

“I don’t–AAAGGH!”

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed direct orders. I’ve been taking things rather lightly since you’re new.  But if you can’t learn, then the punishments will only get more severe.”  Copper turned the prod to the “3” setting.  “Do you understand?”

Cane opened her mouth, but then quickly closed it. She nodded to Copper while maintaining eye contact.

“Let me make something clear to you.  Your past life is over.  You’re the property of the Society now and there is no changing that.  There’s a reason we haven’t been caught.  There’s no way for you to escape.  Even if you managed to escape those bonds and knock me out there would be nowhere to run. The door to this room is locked with a special combination lock on both sides.  No way to enter or exit without knowing it.  Even if you managed that, you’re in a facility owned by the Society with a full security team dedicated to keeping things orderly.  That’s also not counting the fact that there are others watching us right now.  I know you can’t see it from where you are, but there’s a one-way mirror near the entrance where others can watch.  There’s no way out.  The sooner you come to terms with that, the easier this transition will be. Resisting will only make this harder for you.”

He was telling a half-truth about people watching. There was a one-way mirror that other members could look through if they wanted a show and there were guards patrolling the hallways.  However, Copper had no idea if anyone was watching them.  But Cane didn’t need to know that.  Copper reached down to the pile of toys he set beside her chair.

“I’ve got something I want you to try on, and I have to let your head loose.  Will you behave?”

Cane nodded.  Copper unbuckled the straps holding her head in place.  Cane remained motionless.  Copper slipped on a collar around her neck, a shining violet crystal on the front.

No talking back.  No violent shaking.  Didn’t try to bite me.  Remembers her orders.  She’s a natural.

“Good girl.  Do you want something to drink?  I imagine you must be thirsty.”

Cane nodded again.  Copper walked back to the table and picked up a plastic water bottle filled with a magenta-colored liquid.  And a remote, placing it in his back pocket.  Copper brought the bottle up to Cane’s lips and squeezed.  Cane lapped up the liquid as quickly as she could. It was the most delicious thing she ever tasted, although the fact that she had been so thirsty probably contributed to that.  The concoction was called passion fruit juice.  A special aphrodisiac cultivated by the Society.  Copper helped with distribution of the fruit using his trade resources, as well as the occasional slave.  The fruit also affected the drinker’s sleep habits.  Not only did they not need to sleep as much, but their dreams also became blurred and incomprehensible.  That was certainly convenient for princess-related reasons. A little too convenient.  Copper had suspected the side effects to be the result of intentional genetic engineering or enchantments, but he never got a direct answer.  The juice in the bottle was a diluted mixture.  Too much for a first-timer could make them delirious and insatiable. Some members liked slaves that way, but Copper preferred his slaves to be lucid.  It helped the training stick.

“You look beautiful.” Copper said as he put away the bottle.  He gently caressed her cheek and slowly trailed his hand down to her neck, his fingers rubbing against the smooth surface of her collar.  He then reached down beside the chair and picked up a device. Three metal bullet vibrators connected to a small battery pack via three separate wires.  Using a piece of medical tape, he wrapped the battery pack around her left thigh.  He attached the first bullet directly against her clit using medical tape.  The second went inside her.  The third was cushioned in between her vaginal lips, held in place by medical tape.

“aahh…” Cane blushed.  Copper could feel a rising arousal flowing through her mind.  The passion fruit was starting to take effect. There was a small twinge of panic, but the lack of a shock taught her what she needed to know.  Talking wasn’t fine, but noises were.

Time for another test.  Will she choose pleasure or pain?

Copper went back to the chair and slowly unbuckled all the straps of the chair that was holding Cane in place.  Cane said nothing and merely looked on in silent shock. Eventually all the straps had been undone.  Copper backed away from the chair.

“You may stand up and stretch if you want.” Copper said, crossing his arms behind his back.

Cane Sugar slowly got out of chair, her legs shaking a bit.  She stretched out her arms and back, with audible popping noises.  With her standing straight up like this, Copper could truly appreciate her figure.  She was slightly taller than he was; roughly two inches.  Her body was at peak physical condition for a mare.  Visible arm, leg, and ab muscles.  The result of a farm mare who enjoyed hard labor. Someone who enjoys being given a task. Someone who enjoys serving.  

When she finished stretching, she faced Copper. Copper felt a sense of unease and confusion coming off her.  A hint of gratitude as well.  But then he felt something else begin to rise to the surface.  A combination of frustration, contempt, confidence, and bravery. She was going to try and hit him. Her fist balled up.  She pulled her fist back, and then collapsed to the floor on her back.  Her body convulsed in pain.  It was like the shock from the prod, except throughout her entire body.  She couldn’t move any of her limbs properly, despite her best attempts.  It felt like her nerves were on fire.  She couldn’t even muster a scream.  Her body wouldn’t obey her mind.  It could only shake helplessly around on the ground.  The majority of the pain concentrated around her neck and pussy.

That’s a disappointment.  She chose pain.  She had been doing so well up until this point.

Copper took his arms out from behind his back, pulling out the remote he kept in his back pocket.  It was at its maximum “punishment” setting. His thumb had pressed firmly on the “ON” button.

“As you’ve probably guessed by now, the collar was not just decoration.  Same with those vibes in your cunt.  I wanted to see if you would behave yourself without needing restraints, but I guess you want to do things the hard way.  Even after I explicitly informed you that there was no way out of this. Even after I gave you so much leeway. Rather than accept my generosity, you instead indulged in your impulses and completely ignored your best interests. This is a clear demonstration of why you can’t be trusted to make your own decisions.  You don’t know how to handle yourself.  And I was more than happy to guide you gently along the path to understand that.  But since you insist on fighting against nature, I’m no longer going to give you any courtesy.”

Copper walked back over to the table and pulled more items from it while Cane convulsed on the floor.  Grabbing what he needed, he walked to Cane and knelt down. He placed his gear next to himself and moved Cane’s body into position.  There was little she could do to resist.  He bent her right leg so that her heel was up against her right buttocks.  He pulled a sleeve over her right leg.  The sleeve had two buckles, which he pulled tightly and fastened (and adding a small lock for good measure).  Her right leg was now stuck in position, held in place by the legbinder.  He did the same to the other leg.  There was padding around the knees, allowing her to balance on her knees instead of her hooves.  She could no longer straighten her legs.  Next came her hands.  He put each hand in a padded mitt that fastened around each wrist, buckled and locked. She wouldn’t be able to move her fingers.  No fists, no grabbing.  Each mitt had a metal D-ring at the wrist.  Copper attached a chain from to the right ring to a D-ring in the collar around Cane’s neck.  He did the same with the left.  Both chains were very short.  It made it so that Cane’s hands were kept close to her neck.  She couldn’t fully extend her arms.  Extending them more than a few inches would cause the chain to tug at her collar.  Copper then held her jaw open and shoved a dildo into her mouth.  The dildo wasn’t rock hard, but flexible.  It was designed to be long enough to hit her throat, but not thick enough to block the airway.  The dildo was attached to a muzzle that he quickly attached around her head.

“Hggk!  Urrgh!” Cane gagged.

Copper flipped her onto her stomach.  Now that she was secured, he finally turned off the shocks.  Cane was breathing heavily through her nose.  Copper could feel an unending wave of rage coming off her.  He would need to fix that.  But first, he wanted to stay put and watch the results of his handiwork.  With her legs and hands the way they were, the only way for her to move anywhere was to crawl around on all fours.  With her hands kept so close to her neck, the only way to move her hands for a crawl was to keep her face mere inches away from the floor, facing straight down.  Copper enjoyed the sight of her waddling around, trying to get used to her new position. The was also the bonus of hearing delightful muffles and grunts of frustration.  She was no doubt trying to shout various expletives at him.  Copper had been feeling aroused since Cane woke up, but now he was fully erect underneath his clothes.  But he didn’t want his eagerness to get the better of him. A lesson needed to be learned first.

Copper eventually stopped enjoying the show and picked up a wooden paddle with several tiny holes symmetrically placed along it. He straddled Cane’s back and rubbed the paddle along her buttocks.  She shivered at the contact.

“As you were warned, disobedience is met with punishment.  Is ten smacks on each ass cheek good?  Or would fifteen be more appropriate?

“MMMMMNNNN!  NNNNNNN!”

“Twenty it is, then!”

“NNNNNGGG!”

Copper brought the paddle down hard on her right cheek.  A large “SMACK” reverberated through the room, followed by a muffled scream of agony.

“That’s one, here’s another!”

SMACK!  Another howl of pain.  Cane tried to move away.  But with Copper straddling her, she was pinned to her position with no way to escape the onslaught.

“Two!  You want to know what I love about this paddle?  It has these tiny holes in it, so there’s less air resistance when you swing it!”

On the word “swing” the paddle was brought down hard against her cheek once more.  And once more, a shriek of pain.  This pattern repeated itself until he reached twenty.  Her right ass cheek was now rose red.  Tears were streaming down Cane’s face.

“Okay, now the left cheek!”

“mmmmmmmnnnnn…” Cane moaned, having lost most of the fight in her voice.  She could do nothing but cry at brace herself for the inevitable.

SMACK!

“One!”

SMACK!

“Two!”

SMACK!

“Three!”

SMACK!

“Four!”

Copper paused.

“You know, it just occurred to me.  Why am I the one doing the counting?  I think it should be you.”

“nnnnnnnnggh…”

“I believe we’re at five, correct?”

SMACK!

“MMMNNNNGGH!”

“I believe I told you to count, didn’t I?”

SMACK!

“MMMFF!”

“I can’t hear you!  A slave must speak clearly to their master!”

SMACK!

“MMFFFMM!”

“I still can’t understand you!”

SMACK!

“GGGHHFF!”

“Well great, now I’ve lost track.  I guess I better start over.”

“NNNNNNNNNMMM!  NNNNMMMM!”

SMACK!

“One!  And by the way, since you disobeyed orders by not counting properly, I’m adding ten more smacks to each cheek.”

“NNNGGGGFF!”

The moans continued, as did each strike across her left ass cheek.  Once Copper reached twenty, he stopped his assault and got off Cane’s back.  Her ass was almost glowing red, with some slight bruising. A small puddle of tears had formed on the floor below her face.

“For these next ten, we’ll do both cheeks at once.”

Cane didn’t bother to struggle or move.  She was afraid of further punishment.

There’s the stick.  Now comes the carrot.

“Good girl.  You seem to have learned your lesson now.  Let me show you the perks of obedience.”

Copper pulled out the remote he had used earlier and switched it to the “pleasure” setting.  Turning it on, the bullet vibrators in Cane’s pussy buzzed to life. It was on the lowest setting, emitting a small hum and light vibrations inside her.  Whether it was because of the respite from the beating or the effects of the passion fruit, Cane moaned in pleasure.  Copper lined up the paddle a gave a light slap onto both her cheeks.

“One.”

Copper lined up the paddle again.  As he swung with his right hand, his left hand turned up the settings on the remote.  The paddle slapped her ass harder than the last strike as the vibrations in her pussy increased.

“Two.”

The pattern repeated itself several times. Pain and pleasure acting in concert with each other.  Each increasing in intensity with each strike of the paddle.  Small drips of tears were falling from Cane’s eyes, as well as small drips of arousal falling from her slit.  On the final hit, Copper turned the vibrators to the maximum setting. The last smack on her ass was accompanied with a violent orgasm.  Cane’s vulva was winking in pleasure as a pool of arousal formed underneath her legs. Copper turned the vibrators down to their lowest setting as he walked to Cane’s head and knelt down.  Taking a small handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped away the fresh and dried tears from her face.

“There’s still room for improvement, but I’d say you did very well.” Copper said, slowly running his hand through her mane.

Copper reached around and put his fingers around her folds.  Rubbing his fingers around in a circular motion, he collected a small coating of her juices in his hand.  Bringing his hand up to his nose, he inhaled her scent.  Then he took his hand and wiped it across Cane’s muzzle and nose, letting her smell her own arousal.  Cane Sugar looked up at Copper.  There was no contempt in her eyes, although Copper could feel a lingering bit of it in her mind.  There was some fear, some lingering lust, and even a flicker of true obedience.  But the primary feeling coming off her was exhaustion.

“One last duty for you to fulfill, and you can finally get some rest.” Copper said, loosening his pants.

Cane stared at Copper’s erection.  A tiny bit of precum had dripped out.  Cane winced as Copper grabbed the back of her head and pressed her nose up against the length of his shaft.  Copper slowly moved his cock up and down, grinding against Cane’s muzzle.  Cane was forced to inhale Copper’s musk and feel his smooth shaft glide across her face. Copper unbuckled Cane’s gag and pulled it out of her mouth.  Cane gave a cough from the sudden release of pressure on her throat.  A long trail of saliva followed the gag as Copper set it on the floor.  The head of his penis pressed against her muzzle.  She didn’t need orders to know what he wanted her to do.  Cane could fight back a little.  She could bite him if she wanted.  But she wouldn’t.  She learned the price for disobedience.

Cane licked the length of the shaft with the tip of her tongue from the base up to the head.  She wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around it. The salty taste of Copper’s precum hit her mouth.  Slowly, she pushed her head down onto Copper’s stallionhood.  Her tongue rubbed up against the bottom of his shaft the entire way down.  The head poked the back of her throat, causing her to momentarily gag.  But she managed to get the entirety of his length down her throat before slowly bringing her head back.  She continued this pattern, bobbing her head back and forth. Her speed increased until she could find a comfortable rhythm.  Copper simply laid back and moaned at the sensation while stroking Cane’s mane.  He was surprised by her technique.  He hadn’t expected such experience from her. Apparently this wasn’t the first time she had given a blowjob.  Copper could feel his arousal building.  He knew he was about to reach climax.  He grabbed the back of Cane’s head and violently shoved the full length his cock down her throat.  He held her head in place and gave one order:

“Swallow.”

As if on cue, a burst of cum shot out of his cock directly into Cane’s throat.  Cane couldn’t do much other than gurgle and desperately try to gulp down the salty fluid.  She couldn’t let a drop spill or there would be more punishment.  Fortunately for her, Copper’s cock being so deep down her throat made it easy to keep everything inside.

“Very good.” Cane said, gently pulling his now flaccid member from her mouth.

There were definitely rough patches, but overall I would say this was a very productive orientation for this new slave.  It’s a bit sad that someone else has already claimed her.  I would have seriously considered adding her to my own collection.

Copper pulled his pants back up and walked over to the table to grab one last item.  A leash.  He attached the leash to Cane’s collar.  He tugged at the leash, guiding cane to the room’s exit.  Cane obediently followed as best she could.  She still wasn’t quite used to moving around in her current bondage, so there was a bit of an awkward waddle as she crawled on all fours.  Her face parallel to the ground, she relied on the guidance of the leash to direct her movements.  Copper was leading her to the Society’s kennels.  A cage there was reserved for her to rest in.

Copper could still feel lingering resentment emanating off of her, but that was to be expected.  Canterlot wasn’t built in a day.  The important thing was getting her used to the idea of submission.  A wise mare taught Copper that if you change the behavior, eventually the mind will adjust.  Cane Sugar’s adjustment had only just begun, but it was off to a great start. Soon she will realize her full potential and understand the necessity of submission.  It was inevitable for anyone who joined the Society.  One way or another, the natural order prevails.
> Chapter 2: Pecking Order (MM/mm)
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Copper Scales was greeted by a pair of clapping hands as he entered the hallway. Turning his head, he grinned at his audience.  He was greeted by the sight of three stallions, each with a unique aesthetic.

The middle stallion, a unicorn with canary-yellow fur and a butterscotch mane, was the one clapping. The sound was a bit dulled as he was carrying the end of a leash on his right hand.  Copper recognized the stallion as Honey Glaze, one of the first friends he’d made in the Society after joining.  Honey, while not obese, was pudgy in build.  Honey spends his career as a professional chef and is the owner of several restaurants spread throughout Equestria (some of which are used as Society strongholds).  In tow on both sides of him were two collared slaves.

“Another excellent performance,” he said, still clapping.  “That’s easily somewhere in my top ten!”

“That’s a surprising compliment, considering you,” Copper quipped as he walked towards the yellow stallion, Cane Sugar following slowly behind.

Copper considered himself pansexual.  Sex, gender, pony, gryphon, minotaur, or the various other species; he never had a preference or dislike for any.  Honey Glaze, however, was solely a connoisseur of males. 

Honey “tsked” at Copper’s jest.  “Not being attracted to mares doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate fine art when I see it!”

Copper smiled and pulled him in for a hug.  Honey broke the hug and knelt down to get a good look at Cane Sugar.

“I didn’t see the posting for this one.  Is she one of yours?”

“I wish, but unfortunately another has already claimed her.  I’m just responsible for the orientation.”  Copper looked at the two stallions behind Honey.  “I’m assuming those two are yours?”

“Oh, yes.  Feel free to take a look.”

The one on Honey’s left was a smaller unicorn stallion with purple fur and sapphire-blue mane.  Though at first glance it was hard for Copper to tell it was a stallion.  Cerulean-colored clothing clung to his petite form, all of it feminine.  A corset wrapped tightly around the waist, silk gloves that ran up past the elbows, high-heeled stilettos, stockings that went up to the thighs before connecting to garter straps, and nethers covered by close-fitting panties that accentuated the curves of his hips and ass.  A silver ring studded with topaz jewels was locked around his horn, cutting off any magic.  He even had on eyeliner and lipstick.  If not for the muzzle having a typical squarish shape that most stallions had and the noticeable bulge in the panties, Copper could have easily mistaken this gorgeous slave as female.  The femme stallion was maintaining perfect posture.  Legs spread slightly wider than shoulder-width, back straight, neck straight, and head facing directly forward.  His arms were behind his back with palms facing outward; not held together by any bondage.  Despite his head facing forward, his eyes focused on the floor in front of him; never looking up.  Copper didn’t feel shyness, but determination. 

This must be the “default position” that Honey trained him to take, thought Copper. He then turned his glance to the stallion on Honey’s right.

This stallion, a pegasus with slate grey fur and a black mane, was entirely different.  Tall and athletic in build, the muscular stallion towered over Copper by nearly a foot.  His torso and arms were completely covered in a black straitjacket.  The standard Society wing sheath kept his wings contained. Cuffs at his ankles were connected by a short chain, creating a hobble.  His cock was completely exposed and fully erect.  A ring wrapped around the base of his cock.  A full muzzle gag covered most of his face.  There were holes for his nostrils, but otherwise his entire muzzle was restrained.  Copper could feel frustration coming off him.  Not just stemming from anger, but also lust.  That ring around his shaft must have been keeping him pent up for awhile.

“I take it this one is also a new slave?” asked Copper, inspecting the pegasus.  He was a bit disappointed that the straitjacket covered so much of the body, so he decided to focus on the pegasus’ impressive length.  He ran his fingers along the shaft, enjoying the twitches he got in response.

The large pegasus jerked away in response to Copper’s touch.  Backing up, the stallion shook his torso around and stomped his hooves (as best he could in the hobble).  Copper could see the straitjacket and wing sheath stretch slightly as the stallion’s limbs strained against them. Snorts and grunts suddenly turned into a muffled wail of pain as the pegasus collapsed to the ground.  Copper noticed an orange magical aura encapsulating the bound stallions’ balls.

“Honestly, Storm, I thought you’d already learned this lesson,” commented Honey, his horn glowing.  “And you had to act up in front of one of my peers.  Disobedience is bad enough, but now you’re also embarrassing your superior!”

The pegasus stallion could only respond with grunts and moans.  He writhed on the floor in pain as the magic squeezed his sack harder.  The pressure eventually released, leaving the stallion to lie on the floor.  He was breathing heavily through his nose.

“My apologies for that, Copper.  You’re correct, he is still new.  His name is Storm Cloud.  I only just got him a few days ago.”

“Where from?” Copper asked.

“A failed recruit of Lightning Dust’s newest venture.  You’ve heard of that new group she’s been raving on about?”

“The Washouts?  I thought that was just her stunt show.”

“True, it is mostly her middle finger to the Wonderbolts, but she’s also using it to scout new members.  Storm Cloud here was a potential Master in the making.  Passed all the initial background checks, but couldn’t pass the test when it came time to prove himself.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Hardly.  If he doesn’t have the drive to embrace his dominant nature, then he doesn’t deserve to be treated as a dominant.”

Copper found Honey’s words to be harsh, but regrettably true.  Of the lessons he had been given, one was the idea that everyone, no matter how dominant, has some submissiveness inside them.  While everyone naturally leans towards either dominance or submission, the important part was nurturing those feelings.  That was what made the Society so important.  Without proper development, even a natural dominant could lose the will to truly express themselves.  An unfortunate part about modern day Equestria was the abandonment of the Natural Order.  Trying to force equality for inherently unequal personalities.  This not only had a bad effect on natural submissives, but natural Masters as well.  Modern Equestrian norms whittled down the true natures of each.   More than once, a potential Master introduced to the Society would either reject or fail a test of dominance as a result.  And by that point, they already knew too much.  The safety of the Society is paramount, and so there’s only one thing left to do.  If they can’t be a dominant member, then they must become a submissive member.

“I knew a former dominant would be a challenge to handle, but even I’m surprised by constant rebelliousness.  This is the third time this afternoon I’ve had to discipline him, and the previous days haven’t been much better.”

Copper could feel desperation from Storm.  The pegasus’ quickly looked up to Copper.  A pleading expression was met with a grin from Copper.  Seeing that he was getting no help from the earth pony, the stallion’s eyes frantically scanned the hallway.   

  Adorable, he still thinks there’s a way out of this. Copper thought.  A growing arousal was surfacing in his mind. Seeing the pegasus struggle had piqued his dominant sensibilities.  Obedient slaves were ideal, but there was always something exotic and fresh about slaves that put up a fight.  An eager thought formed.

“If you’re having trouble, Honey, you could always schedule a session for me and Storm.”

Honey Glaze laughed.  “Ha!  Already taken an interest in my pegasus toy, have you?  It’s funny, I was looking for you to ask you for something similar!”

“Oh?”

“Yes.  As it turns out, Stormy here is an anal virgin based on his file.  I thought I’d do something special for his first time. I was wondering if you would join me later tonight so we could share.”

Storm whimpered.

“Aw, you’re too generous.  You think he can handle it?”

“I’ve been stretching him out with toys, he should be good to go.”

“I still need to prepare this slave for the kennels,” Copper said, giving his leash a slight tug.  “But once that’s done, my schedule is free for today.  I’d be honored.”

“Excellent!  I’ve got to get the room reservation and equipment ready.  Where will you be when you’re done with the kennels?  I’ll send Grape Sorbet to tell you the room number.”

Copper walked up to the femme stallion on Honey’s left.  “I assume this is Sorbet?”

“Yes, a protégé of mine that I decided to keep.”

“He’s a cute little femcolt,” Copper said, tracing his fingers around the violet unicorn’s body.  “How have I not seen you around before?”

“You probably have, you just didn’t notice,” Honey responded.  “I’ve mainly been using him as a service slave.  He’s acted as a waiter at my parties.”

Ah, that explains it.  I’m usually preoccupied during those. Copper grabbed Sorbet by the muzzle and lifted it to his.  Sorbet still kept his eyes down.

“It’s okay, Sorbet,” Honey said.  “You now have permission to look.  You also have permission to speak, but only when spoken to.”

   Copper could feel a burst of joy from the femcolt as his violet eyes finally connected with Copper’s.  It was like a colt being told he was getting ice cream.

“You’re not like Storm, aren’t you?” Copper teased. “You’re a good little stallion. Or is it mare?”

“Stallion, sir,” Sorbet replied.  “I just enjoy the style.”

“Can’t blame you.  It fits so well.  Though it’s a bit tight down here.”  Copper cupped the bulge in the femcolt’s panties.  He could feel the erection straining against the fabric.

“You’re going to make the poor thing explode at this rate,” Honey snickered.

“Will he be joining us tonight?” Copper asked.

“Do you want him to?”

“I think we could put him to good use.  I’ve got a few ideas for Storm.”  Copper released his hold on Sorbet and turned to Honey Glaze.  He whispered his suggestions into the yellow stallion’s ear.

Honey was beaming.  “You came up with that on the spot?  You truly are an artist!”  The yellow stallion laughed and pulled Copper in for one more hug.  “I love it!  I’ll get everything set up right now!”

Honey tugged at Storm’s leash.  “Come along, Stormy!  We’ve got to make preparations!”

Storm grunted as he tried to stand.  He struggled a bit without the use of his arms, but eventually managed to tread alongside Honey Glaze.  Sorbet obediently trailed behind them down the hallways of the Society.

Copper smiled as he watched the trio leave.  He returned his attention to the restrained mare on the floor.  Pulling the leash gently, he slowly guided her down the hallways headed towards the kennels.  He decided to give Cane Sugar another lesson.

“You know, Ms. Sugar, this is actually a perfect learning opportunity for you.  I think it’s important you understand the hierarchy around here.  Slaves are all equal in the Society.  The are no rules that give any special preferences to certain slaves beyond those set by the Master personally.  Do you know why?”

The mare said nothing as she continued to crawl.

Good girl, she still remembers her orders and knows I’m speaking rhetorically.

“The reason why is because all slaves have equal potential.  Whether or not they use that potential is entirely on them.  The Society doesn’t want to hinder any potential by giving special treatment to specific slaves.  It doesn’t have to.  Storm Cloud and Grape Sorbet are perfect examples.  Grape Sorbet isn’t any better than Storm Cloud, he just embraces his position.  Unlike Storm, who constantly resists and makes a fuss.  As you can see, Sorbet is allowed much more privileges than Storm. Sorbet is not constantly being disciplined or having restrictions placed on his speech and movement.  Is it because Sorbet inherently better?  Is it because there’s some special rule in the Society that benefits him?  No, it’s just the Natural Order at play.  Sorbet is granted more privileges by his Master because he’s obedient and accepts his place. Storm tries to deny his place and is constantly disobedient, and as a result his Master must reign him in.  There doesn’t need to be a heavy set of rules to dictate what to do, it happens naturally.  The important takeaway from this is that you need to accept who you are. Resistance only makes you more miserable and accomplishes nothing.  You can be so much happier once you learn to submit.  Don’t squander your potential just to inconvenience your caretaker. There’s nothing to be gained from trying to stand on your misplaced moral high ground.  All that does is impede the path to true harmony.”

Copper finally arrived at the kennels with Cane Sugar in tow.  Signing off with the minotaur guard at the front, he was escorted to cage E12.  The kennel environment was standard for the Society.  Pony-sized cages lined up neatly into sections, arranged like aisles in a supermarket.  After unclipping the leash from her collar, Copper guided her into the cage.  Once she was in, he closed the door and clicked the padlock shut.  

“Be good, Ms. Sugar.  I hope we can do this again sometime.”

Copper headed back to the kennel entrance, twirling the leather leash around in his hand.  Though, it wasn’t exactly “leather” in the traditional sense.  The Society wasn’t made up of barbarians. Leather has a bad history in Equestrian culture, for obvious reasons.  Of course, actual leather as it existed in ancient times doesn’t exist in modern Equestria.  Synthetic leather created through transmutation magic was how leather exists currently.  Even so, leather still has bad connotations in Equestria.  But its taboo nature ended up making it more appealing to Society members. The Society makes a lot of business not just selling slaves, but specially crafted equipment.  Toys, furniture, clothing, and any other devious things a Master could want.  Copper once recalled seeing a slave bound in chains that looked like they were made of glass yet were as sturdy as iron.

Copper’s thoughts were interrupted at the unexpected sight of two unicorns talking to each other at the kennel entrance.  One a dark orange stallion, the other a violet mare.

The violet mare’s coat had a natural glimmer around it, displaying her crystal pony heritage.  The mare was Schorl Tourmaline, founder and owner of the Society. Copper had always had a naturally dominant personality, but he hadn’t figured out how to truly channel it until meeting Schorl.  She had taught him everything about the philosophy of the Society and how to dominate others.  Schorl commanded a lot of respect from Copper, as well as all the other members. At the same time, Copper couldn’t help but get a twinge of fear whenever meeting her.  While everyone does have some submissiveness inside of them, Copper had never really felt it except when around Tourmaline.  Copper could feel the emotions emanating from the crystal unicorn and it was always overwhelming.  There were always so many different feelings happening at once inside her head. Copper couldn’t help but get something akin to a “sensory overload” whenever she was around.  Because of that, it was difficult for Copper to gauge her emotions.  She was one of the few ponies he couldn’t reliably predict.  It was fascinating in a way, but also frightening.  Like staring at a tornado.

The dark orange stallion next to her was Carnelian. It was unusual for a pony to have just one name.  Copper wouldn’t be surprised the orange stallion had changed it.  Carnelian was certainly pretentious enough to do something like that.

“Surprise, Surprise!” Carnelian exclaimed, turning to Copper.  “I didn’t know it was you breaking in my newest addition!”

That explains a lot.  The lack of owner info on the dossier.  The Type 1 classification for a newbie.  The lack of anything resembling care regarding treatment of slaves.

Copper shot him a deadpan look.  “If you had bothered to make any effort regarding Miss Sugar, you’d have known.”

“I can’t help if I’m to busy to take care of every slave I acquire.  Besides, I have confidence in the Society.  Miss Tourmaline runs a fine establishment.”

Busy. I know that’s a lie.  You just don’t care.

Schorl butted in.  “I appreciate the compliment, but there’s still the issue of the paperwork for Cane Sugar.”

“Couldn’t even be bothered to the bare minimum amount of work?” Copper remarked.

“I'm sorry if my frantic schedule is too much for a stallion like you to understand.  Not everyone is a soft, faux Master wasting time and sympathy on—”

“I wasn’t aware soft meant not putting slaves in the hos—”

“Enough!” Schorl shouted.  “From both of you!  Honestly, is this going to happen every time you come within spitting distance of each other?  Please sign the papers, Carnelian, and you can go back to whatever business you need to attend to.”

Carnelian sneered at Copper and picked up the quill on the front desk.  Quickly signing his name on the papers in front of him, he dropped the quill on the desk and gave a short bow to Schorl.

“A pleasure as always, Miss Tourmaline.” Carnelian said as he walked down the hallway.

“I honestly have no idea why you let someone like him be a Master,” Copper said as he glared at Carnelian retreating into the Society hallways.

“I’m not in the mood to debate this with you again, Copper,” the Schorl replied with a frown.  “Your concerns have been repeatedly noted, but there’s nothing severe enough on his record for excommunication.  I’m also not pleased by your tone.”

Copper felt a slight chill go down his spine. “I apologize, Miss Tourmaline. It’s just frustrating to deal with ponies like Carnelian.  They don’t seem to care about balance at all.  Carnelian may be dominant, but he’s more of a black hole than a Master.  He doesn’t care about harmony or anything the Society stands for; only himself.”

The crystal unicorn’s face softened.  “I know you mean well, but you have to look at the big picture.  The Society is still relatively new.  We’re undoing centuries of Equestrian indoctrination against the Master and slave dynamic.  Our members have finally gotten the chance to be who they truly are and get to let loose their repressed feelings for the first time in their lives.  Being overly eager, misunderstandings about our philosophy, and minor rule-breaking are all to be expected.  Once the Society gains a much stricter hold in the culture, we will start to see a shift towards true harmony.  In the meantime, compromise with the ruling classes is important for our stability.”

Copper begrudgingly accepted the truth in the crystal pony’s words.  She wasn’t wrong.  The Society was a radical concept to many ponies introduced to it.  Undoubtedly there would be missteps along the way. Members would make unintentional mistakes.  And yet, Copper couldn’t help but despise certain ponies in the Society like Carnelian. Carnelian had been involved in several rule violations in the past when it came to his treatment of slaves. Sometimes it was a case of slight malnutrition.  Occasionally it was causing too deep an injury.  Sometimes he would not adhere to Type distinctions that determined how a slave is allowed to be used.  But each infraction was just small enough and had enough plausible deniability that it could be written off with an apology and some probationary punishment.  He had never done anything serious enough for excommunication, when a Master gets turned into a slave for a severe rule violation.

It bothered Copper immensely to see Carnelian constantly slither past any real consequences.  He could sense the stallion’s emotions, and there was a severe lack of sincerity in anything he did.  They weren’t innocent mistakes, he just didn’t care about his slaves or the Society as a whole.  It was all about him.

Of course, Copper couldn’t tell anyone that. Nobody knew about his ability to read emotions.  He never told anyone, and for good reason.  If someone didn’t believe him, they would think he was crazy.  If they did believe him, they wouldn’t trust him. Many would be uncomfortable around him if they knew he could read their emotions.  Most would view it as an invasion of privacy.  He wouldn’t be able to form any connections or relationships if everyone knew what he was capable of.

“So at what point does it become too much?” Copper asked.

“That’s my concern, not yours.  Excommunication of a member, especially one with the clout that Carnelian has, is not something to be done flippantly.  We need to take the consideration of the other members into account.”

It was an unspoken rule of the Society that ponies with high stature in Equestria got away with more than the less influential members.  Mainly because the Society didn’t want to alienate powerful ponies by excommunicating their friends or associates.  It would create a great deal of infighting unless there was absolute agreement among the members that an act was worthy of excommunication.  There was also the complication of the effort it would take to cover up the disappearance of a high-ranking member.

“I know, that’s what irritates me.  He’s abusing his status to get away with breaking the rules.  If that mentality grows popular, the entire Society is going to collapse.”

Schorl put her hand on his shoulder.  “Trust me, Copper.  I run this place.  I know its members.  I have access to secrets beyond what any member here has.  I know what I’m doing.  Your concern is admirable, but unnecessary.  You shouldn’t let him get to you like that.”

Copper sighed.  There was truth in she said.  Schorl did have leverage.  Probably more than Copper could imagine.  Being the leader of a secret organization made up of powerful ponies that whose influence tentacled throughout all of Equestria has its benefits.

Schorl turned away from Copper.

“I would advise being patient,” the crystal unicorn said as she disappeared into the halls of the Society.  “Opportunity favors those who watch and wait before acting.”

More cryptic advice.  Not exactly sure what “opportunity” I’m supposed to be waiting for.

Copper sighed.  Conversations like this were becoming repetitive.  Carnelian wasn’t the only example of a Master he had a spat with.  Lots of other members ridiculed him for being “soft,” a contention that he loathed to hear.

As if caring about the wellbeing of submissives is wrong and not a necessary part of maintaining harmony.  Sure, they’re beneath us, but that doesn’t mean they’re worthless.  A dog may be beneath its owner, but the owner still carries the responsibility to care for it.  You can’t have harmony if the only ponies in existence are Masters with no slaves. Without them, there’s no balance. Ponies like Carnelian are reckless. They throw off the balance and could potentially ruin the Society and all of Equestria if given the chance.

The stallion made his way up to the Society lounge. One of several, though he didn’t pay attention to which one he entered.  He just needed to get his mind off things.  Slaves were acting as waiters to Masters sitting at their booths and tables.  Some Masters had their own slaves accompanying them, who knelt on the floor.  Some were busy pleasuring their Masters under the table.  Most of the Masters were keeping their focus toward the stage in the room.  

A pair of slave mares were having a deepthroat competition, one a unicorn the other a pegasus.  Each was presented with a line of twelve dildos spread out along a long plank of wood, each increasing slightly in length and girth.  A mare must reach the base with their lips and hold it for ten seconds before moving to the next.  The winner would likely get a reward, or at least wouldn’t be punished. The pegasus mare was clearly more enthusiastic than the unicorn.  She was already on the ninth dildo, while the unicorn mare was still struggling with the fourth.  A minotaur acting as referee was apparently unpleased with the unicorn’s performance. He grabbed the unicorn’s head and forced the dildo down further into the mare’s throat.  Tears welled up in the unicorn’s eyes as she choked on the silicone phallus.  Her desperate grunts were greeted by applause and laughter from the audience of Masters. Some might call the assistance cheating, the Masters called it entertainment.

Copper sat at a table by himself as he watched the spectacle.  It was good to relax for a change.  While the Society still had problems that needed correction, it was important to take solace in what it had accomplished so far.

“Excuse me, sir.”

Copper turned his head to meet the familiar voice next to him.  It was Grape Sorbet.

“The preparations for Storm Cloud have finished, sir.  Master Honey Glaze sent me to escort you to his playroom.”






Most of the playrooms in the Society are featureless at first.  Concrete walls, ceiling, and floor.  The only equipment built into the rooms were rings embedded in the floors and walls for restraints to be connected to and occasionally a series of chains with a pulley system attached to the ceiling for suspension antics.  This design was intentional, as it allowed Masters to decorate the rooms according to their tastes.  All manner of equipment and toys could be supplied by the Society so long as the Master reserving the room signed off on it.  It takes a lot of work to set up some rooms, but that’s what slaves are for.

As he entered the room, trailing behind Sorbet, Copper saw Storm Cloud standing in the middle of the room, although “standing” may not be the most accurate way to describe it.  Storm was bent over in a pillory that had been bolted into the floor. Storm’s neck and wrists were encircled by the wooden frames that clamped down on them.  The pillory itself was so sturdy that it didn’t wiggle a bit at Storm’s frantic jerking.  

Storm’s lower body was also an impressive work of bondage.  The grey stallion’s ass was sticking out, almost level with his head.  His ankles had cuffs with chains attached to them. The short length of chains were secured to metal rings embedded in the floor, keeping his hooves spread wide with little maneuverability.  The unique thing about his bondage were the restraints at his thighs.  A metal pole was bolted into the floor on one end, with a large shackle on the other end.  The length of the pole was adjustable and could be locked in place when ready.  The pole was angled in such a way that the shackle could clamp down on Storm’s thigh while still being bolted to the floor. Both his right and left thighs were secured this way.  It reminded Copper of diagonal support beams that some buildings used.  While the chains at Storm’s ankles may have allowed some slight movement, these poles were rigid.  There was zero movement possible from his thighs to his hips.  He wouldn’t be able to put up any resistance.

He still had some of the same equipment he was wearing previously.  His wings were still encased in a sheath to keep them from flapping around.  A cock ring was still wrapped around the base of the stallion’s shaft.  The ring kept his large erection from softening.  It also removed his ability to cum.  He’d be able to feel pleasure, but no release.

The final adornment was a dental gag strapped around his head.  His mouth was kept wide open with his tongue hanging out.  He couldn’t say anything and could only let out a series of incomprehensible grunts as he struggled uselessly against his bonds.

Honey Glaze was next to Storm, checking the restraints and feeling him up.

“Ah, Copper!  Perfect timing!  I was just giving my little rebel here one last inspection before we got started.”  Honey gave the trapped stallion a slap on the ass cheek. 

“Agghk!” Storm Cloud yelped.

“What do you think?” asked Honey, gesturing toward the imprisoned stallion’s restraints.

“It’s even better than I imagined,” Copper replied. “This is an impressive setup.”

“Well, it was your idea.  You should give yourself more credit.  Did you have any trouble finding the room?”

“No, Sorbet was a very helpful little femcolt,” Copper replied.  He reached his hand down and gave Sorbet’s ass a light squeeze.  Sorbet bit his lip at the touch.

“Feel to check around little Stormy here.  If there’s no issues, we can get started.”

Storm Cloud groaned and shook a bit in his bonds.

“No need,” Copper replied, walking over to Storm’s pillory.  “I’m sure you were thorough.  Let’s get to it.”

“You’re certainly eager today,” Honey said as he made his way to Storm’s rear.

“I guess.  I need to take my mind off of things.”

“Rough day?”

“Not really, just Carnelian.”

“Again?  Sweetie, you’ve got to learn to ignore him.  Sorbet, get in position.”

“Yes sir,” Sorbet dutifully replied.  Sorbet crawled underneath Storm and kept a kneeling position.  Storm’s twitching length was right in front of the femme stallion’s face.

Honey took out a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket as he and Copper both stripped off their clothes.  He poured some onto his fingers.  He then took his lube-soaked fingers up to Storm’s rear and traced the lube over the trapped stallion’s exposed asshole.  Honey could see the stallion’s muscles tense up at the touch.  The grey pegasus was trying to squirm away, but the restraints wouldn’t budge an inch. After applying a good bit of lube to the outside of Storm’s hole, Honey pushed his fingers inside.  Honey began coating the Storm’s insides with even more lube.

Meanwhile, Copper was busy positioning his own erection in front of Storm’s forcibly-opened mouth.  Even when bent over as he was, Storm was still a large stallion.  Copper actually had to use a step stool to properly position himself.  The earth pony Master playfully teased Storm by prodding the pegasus’ face with his tip.  Copper pressed his tip up against Storm’s snout, allowing the pegasus to get a whiff of what was about to be forced down his throat.  The pegasus jerked his head away slightly; his neck wasn’t quite as secured as his lower body was.  Copper simply grabbed Storm by the mane and forced his head into position. Ordinarily, a well-built athletic pony like Storm would be able to resist this, but his current predicament gave him no leverage.

Copper put his cock a little bit in Storm’s gaping mouth, but not the full length.  He instead began to rub his tip along the tongue.  Storm could only grunt in frustration as he unwillingly massaged Copper’s shaft and endured the salty sensation he was tasting.

“Sorbet, begin,” Honey ordered to the slave under Storm.

Sorbet immediately got to work on the large cock in front of him.  Grabbing it by the base with one hand, Sorbet began stroking it while licking the tip. Taking his other free hand, he cupped Storm’s balls and gave them a gentle massage with his fingers.

Honey readied his own member and began poking at Storm’s rear.  Storm clenched his buttocks in a futile attempt to resist.  The hefty lubrication made it easy for the yellow stallion to glide his entire length into Storm with ease.  Honey was actually enjoying the bound pegasus’ efforts to push him out.  Storm’s hole clenching down on his cock as he thrust in and out only added to the pleasure.  The same couldn’t be said for Storm; giving out pained groans with each thrust as his entire body trembled in rebellion to no avail.  The best he could do in his position was try to thrash his head around in some vain hope it would be enough to free him.  

Copper was getting a bit annoyed by Storm’s constant struggling.  It was distracting from his own pleasure.  He could feel the pain and desperation coming from Storm and decided to employ a Breaker technique.

“Part of the reason why this is so painful for you is because you’re not relaxing,” Copper told Storm in between his pained grunts. “This is happening no matter what. You’re not going anywhere.  Resisting only makes this more painful and take longer.  The sooner you let it happen, the faster this will be over with. Once we’re done, you can finally get some rest”

It was a bit of a risky move, as the condescension might just make Storm angrier.  But there was the chance that he would take the advice, if only so it would end sooner.  Part of making someone a true slave is to make them accept and enjoy their status. Fear of punishment can make one complaint, but true submission is being happy to serve without the need for threats. The way to ease new slaves into this mind set is to get them to focus on the pleasurable aspects of slavery.  If their mind is on guard all the time, they become hard to break.  If they relax their mind and drop their guard, the pleasure will eventually overtake them.  Positive reinforcement.

Storm listened to Copper’s diatribe.  He tried to ignore it, but the pain coming from the constant thrusting by Honey was becoming too much for him.  Just to experiment, Storm loosened his asshole to try and relieve the pain.  The result was almost instantaneous.  There was no longer any strain now that he wasn’t clenching.  He could feel the pressure from Honey’s shaft going to and fro inside him. He could feel warmth coming off the heat of Honey’s length.  But there was no pain. In fact, he actually felt a spark of pleasure go through his body every time Honey’s cock rubbed against his prostate.  Combined with the assault on his own cock by Sorbet, who was now busy deepthroating the entire length, Storm felt a begrudging enjoyment of what was happening to him.

For some reason, the sensation of Copper shoving his erection down his throat gave Storm even more satisfaction.  The pegasus was unsure why.  There was just something about the pressure on his throat as it stretched to accommodate Copper’s length.  Something about the slight ticklish sensation on his tongue as Copper’s cock glided across it with each thrust.  Storm found himself accidently pushing his tongue up against Copper’s shaft as it slid out several times.  At least, he assumed it was accidental.

Good. He’s starting to embrace it.

Storm was becoming overwhelmed with delightful sensations but was simultaneously becoming more frustrated.  He was feeling pleasure, but no release.  The ring around the base of his cock was keeping him from achieving climax.  He gave a whined grumble.  He couldn’t move his legs or hips to shake off Sorbet to give him a moment’s rest.  He was forced to deal with a ceaseless pleasure that ironically would leave him unsatisfied.

Copper took note of Storm’s muffled pleas and decided to move to the grand finale.  Giving a wink to Honey, both Masters picked up the pace.

“Does the big stallion want to cum?” Honey mocked.

“olgh!” Storm replied as best he could with Copper’s cock jammed down his throat.

“We might consider it,” Copper said, preparing for his own release.  “Can you say ‘Please, Master’?”

“eeph omfur” Storm replied as Copper’s thrusting became more emphatic.  Annunciation was proving difficult.

“Please what?”

“uumph ee uum!

Copper and Honey looked at each other and smiled before they both gave one last thrust. Copper and Honey erupted in two simultaneous orgasms, coating Storm’s throat and ass with warm, thick streams of cum.  Honey’s horn ignited and the ring around Storm’s cock detached.  Storm felt a wave of release as his own cock finally burst. Three days of pent up arousal cascaded through his shaft into Sorbet’s mouth.  The poor femcolt did as best he could to swallow as much as possible, but there became too much for even him to handle.  Sorbet turned his head away and gagged a little from the volume, streams of Storm’s cum spraying onto his face and body.

Storm had slouched in his bondage, still riding the high from his climax.  Copper had stepped down to check on Sorbet while Honey made his way over to the room’s entrance.  Copper stood Sorbet up to get a good look at what happened to him. There was a substantial amount of cum on the side of Sorbet’s face from when he turned away, dripping down to his chin onto the floor.  Copper took two fingers and wiped them along the jizz-coated face.  Taking his fingers to his mouth, Copper began to suckle them, enjoying the flavor and texture of the slave pegasus’ jizz.  It was more bitter than he expected.  Most slave cum had a sweeter taste due to the passion fruit.  Then again, Storm Cloud was still new.

Storm was pulled out of his blissful stupor at the sound of Honey’s voice.

“Alright, let’s keep things orderly.  Single file to whatever hole you want.”

A platoon of stallion Masters entered the room and began lining up at Storm’s face and rear.  Storm gave a surprised grunt as the first in each line immediately began shoving their cocks into his holes just as Honey and Copper had.  He didn’t understand.  He had been told it would be over once they had finished.

Storm Cloud has just learned another unfortunate fact of slavery.  Slaves aren’t entitled to any rewards.  Masters are under no obligation to be truthful to slaves.

Copper guided Sorbet over to a chair in the room and sat down.  He let the femcolt clean his cock while he watched stallion after stallion enjoy themselves with their new pegasus toy.  The room became filled with groans of anguish, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and moans of delight as Storm fulfilled the desires of the seemingly endless flood of stallions throughout the night.
> Chapter 3: Control (MF/mmf)
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Chapter 3: Control




Copper’s estate wasn’t extravagant in comparison to the other high-class citizens of Canterlot.  Some of the snobbier nobles would call it “below average at best.”  There was some truth to that.  The two-story home wasn’t particularly big and lacked much of the unique architectural flourishes that were commonly associated with the upper class.  But what it lacked in style, it made up for in location.

Copper’s estate was located behind the cliffside city of Canterlot, a few miles off the base of the mountain.  Twenty acres of woodland with a two-story house in the center, along with a stable off to the side.

I suppose I should invest more into the aesthetics, Copper thought as he entered his home.  It’s not like I can’t afford it.  I guess I’ve always put more focus into my other possessions.

He was greeted at the door by the head butler, Polished Silver.  The butler was completely nude aside from the bow tie that served as his symbolic collar and the metal chastity cage that encompassed his privates.  The stallion maintained his polite, practiced posture as he opened the door to Copper’s abode, not making eye contact or saying a word as Copper brushed past him and gave the cage a small flick.  Copper momentarily looked back and grinned at the blush that spoiled Silver’s otherwise stoic demeanor.  There was always something entertaining about catching slaves off guard, especially the well-trained ones.

I really should let him out soon, Copper noted to himself.  It’s been at least three weeks since his last release.  He’s earned some relief.

Copper ascended the wide staircase in the center of the house that faced the front doorway and turned left.  He opened the fourth door from the middle.  The “business room.”  He wasn’t sure what else to call it.  The name was fitting.  Every other room in the house had its share of fun implements and furnishings scattered about, but the “business room” was as dull as it sounded. A sizable wooden desk stood in the middle with a comfy armchair, surrounded by file cabinets and bookshelves with binders full of various charts, graphs, maps, numerical data aligned into columns, account records, etc.  Strictly utilitarian; not a toy or spanking bench to be found.  An unfortunate necessity of his lifestyle. None of this paid for itself.

He walked over to the desk where his mail had been stacked and laid out neatly; each stack divided by region by one of the maids.  Running trade routes wasn’t particularly difficult for Copper, just tedious.  Most of his time was spent filling out paperwork. The monotony briefly subsided when he read through a special set of letters.  He had spent a great amount of time strengthening connections with the higher-ups of another business, Steelshoes Industries.  A business specializing in processing and refinement of ore into workable metals.  The current president being Carnelian.  

Copper had decided that if the Society wouldn’t do anything about the incompetent master, he would.  He had been making a series of under-the-table negotiations with shareholders in the company.  Long story short, Carnelian was about to be kicked out of his own company.  Sure, the stallion would still have his wealth and investments, but any future pull he had both inside and outside the Society would be diluted.  The only reason he had ever gotten away with as much as he did in the first place was because his position shielded him from any harsh reprimands.  With no financial clout or position of authority in high society, Carnelian’s “friends” would abandon him.  Not exactly as ideal as having him excommunicated, but it would weaken his position enough that he couldn’t substantially harm the goals of the Society.  Not without consequence, at least.

After hours of sifting through shipping manifests, signing off on bulk orders, and approving trade routes, Copper finally stood up from his desk.  Rubbing his fingers on his across his eyelids, he gave a long sigh and made his way out of the room.  He walked out to the back door onto the ranch-like landscape that was his backyard. Most of the area surrounding his house was forest, with some cleared-out pathways acting as trails to move about the property.  However, roughly 2 acres of the backyard had been completely cleared out to make room for play areas, one of which was currently occupied.

Copper approached a short scaffold that was reminiscent of hanging gallows.  But rather than hanging by the neck, the current victim was hanging by her arms, with one of his maids standing by to watch over her.  The hanging mare was one of his newer maids that had spilled some of his morning coffee.  It seemed that Grace, his gryphon hiree, wanted to make sure that wouldn’t happen again. An ironic name, considering her job. Copper had a neat collection of broken-in slaves caring for his estate.  He delegated a lot of the day to day responsibilities to the head butler while he focused on his career.  For the most part, things ran smoothly, but occasionally there would be misbehavior or sloppy work. While he enjoyed doling out punishments personally, his schedule wouldn’t allow him to be there all the time. So he had decided to hire help from the Society.  Gryphons were often hired by the Society, as they tended to make good bodyguards and punishment enforcers.  Grace was one such gryphon who Copper had gotten to know and respect during his time in the Society, and eventually hired her as his own personal enforcer.  Grace was something special.  Nearly as adept at breaking in slaves as Copper without any magical assistance, though a touch more sadistic as most gryphons seemed to be. The mare on the scaffold being the most recent example.

The nude mare had her arms straightened out and behind her back strappado-style.  Her wrists were bound together with rope, the end of which was attached to the top of a wooden pole on the scaffold.  The ropes held her arms tightly into position and pulled upwards towards the top of the pole.  Copper could see that her legs were also bound together and were quivering as she stood on the tips of her hooves.  He understood the punishment.  By standing on the tips of her hooves, the mare could relieve some of the strain on her arms from the ropes pulling at them.  But that also meant putting the weight of her body onto her legs.  If she were to set her hooves completely flat, it would lower the rest of her body, which would pull up on the ropes at her arms, pulling them back even further behind her head.  No doubt that would be extremely painful.  The only way to relieve that pain would be to once again push herself up by the tips of her hooves, putting strain back onto her legs again.  It was a simple yet devious bit of predicament bondage.  Given the amount of sweat glistening off her coat, Copper could guess that she must’ve have been in this predicament for hours.  Hours of constant pain going to either her legs or arms while the hot sun relentlessly bared down upon her body.

Convinced that the mare had learned her lesson, Copper decided to be merciful and gave the release order to the maid standing by the hanging mare.  As the maid worked to undo the ropes, Copper continued towards the stables hoping to find Grace.  It didn’t take him long to find Grace and another slave inside a wide corral in front of the stables.  

Copper had taken an interest in a certain form of domination that had been lost to time.  Back in the olden days when slavery was common, ponies would often be used for various labor tasks.  One of those tasks including cart-pulling.  Slave ponies would often pull carts of supplies from location to location as a form of cheap transportation of cargo.  Eventually, masters got the idea of utilizing these cart-pullers as personal transportation instead of only cargo.  Some slaves became chariot ponies, acting as chauffeurs for their masters. They would wear harnesses connected to chariots and bridle upon their heads connected to reins wielded by their masters.  Chariot ponies eventually became a status symbol among the high class, similar to jewelry or fancy gowns.  Masters would often decorate their chariot ponies in lavish and colorful harnesses. Their equipment would sometimes be covered in jewelry or made of rare metals.  This flashy extravagance was a signal of wealth and status among the elite.

Chariot ponies became so popular that the practice would continually evolve in attempts for the masters to one-up each other. First it was the expensive equipment. Then the masters trained their chariot ponies to move in synch to make their pulling more aesthetically pleasing. Then they began training them to move in stylized movements, called gaits, to make their slaves stand out amongst the others.  This would evolve to the point where masters would form competitions for chariot ponies. Races, obstacle courses, and performative gait routines would become standard entertainment among masters.  It was a shame to Copper that such practices had faded away, and he was hoping to rekindle the flame.  That’s why he had the stables and corrals built.  He was amassing his own collection of chariot ponies, and Grace was currently training his newest acquisition.

The chariot pony-in-training was a unicorn stallion with a bright white coat and golden hair.  He was wearing the traditional gear.  There was a leather chest harness that encircled the whole torso with rings placed in important areas.  His arms were kept in a giant leather sleeve, the armbinder having straps connected to rings in the harness to prevent further arm movement by keeping the arms pinned to the back.   He also had posture collar around his neck that restricted head movement and kept the pony facing forward, with straps in the collar connecting to both chest harness and a series of straps on his head to secure it.  The straps around his head functioned as a head harness that connected other chariot gear. A rubber bit gag was lodged in his mouth with straps on the head harness also squeezing his muzzle so that he would be forced to bite down on it.  A set of blinders at the sides of his eyes eliminated any peripheral vision and kept his focus to what was in front of him.  As is standard for unicorn slaves, a metal magic suppression ring was locked tightly against his horn.  A jockstrap covered his private bits while still leaving his rear exposed.  A rear that had some noticeable red marks.

The stallion was running laps around the corral. Judging by his movements, this was more gait training than cardio.  Each step involved lifting the knee high up so that it was nearly level with the hips, the thighs being parallel to the ground.  Each step was performed this way at a consistent pace; each lap around the corral took roughly the same amount of time.  Grace was wielding a whip in her hand as kept track of the stallion’s movements.  The whip lashed out against the stallion’s rump, prompting a grunt in response as he desperately tried to maintain his pace despite the pain.

“Don’t think I don’t notice when you slack off, ponyboy!” Grace shouted.  “Keep those knees high!  Back straight!  We’re not stopping until you can get twenty laps with no fuckups!”

Copper decided to admire the spectacle a bit before cutting in.  It was nice to see Stalwart Shield settle into his new role.  Originally the white stallion had been a royal guard who had been poking his nose around in places he shouldn’t have.  Usually the Society did a good job keeping things secret, but there was the occasional do-gooder that would slip between the cracks. Thankfully, the Society has connections within the royal guard; some members being guards themselves. Detaining certain annoyances without causing a fuss was a common practice for the Society.  Former royal guards were rare and highly sought after among members, and Copper managed to get lucky with his purchase.

Stalwart Shield wasn’t thrilled with his new position, but Copper expected as much.  In fact, he cherished the opportunity.  He had broken in many different ponies, but never a royal guard.  Figuring out what makes a royal guard tick was an exciting prospect, and his time with Stalwart had taught him much.  Copper was surprised at how much easier it was to mold a guard’s will than with other ponies.  Intuition would say that royal guards were made of tougher stuff than the average pony.  But something instilled in the minds of the militaristic types like royal guards and Wonderbolts is chain-of-command.  If one could get the slave in the mindset of associating the master as the “superior officer,” their military-style training would kick in and their obedience would be secured.  Granted, it still took quite a bit of “persuasion” to build that association, but the results were worth it.

Watching the skillful dominance of Grace was putting Copper in the mood.  He grew bored of merely watching and decided to continue his stroll towards the stables. Grace finally took notice of him walking up the path and gave a short nod as he entered the corral.

“Halt!” Grace shouted at Stalwart, emphasizing her command with a crack of the whip.  The white stallion immediately stopped and stood still.

“How’s the training coming along?” Copper greeted Grace with a smile, taking a glance over to the stationary ex-guard.

“Not quite as good as the little ‘birdies’ in the stable, but he’ll get there,” Grace responded.

“I noticed.  His strides are bit short and lack fluid movement.  It looks mechanical.”

“Yeah, ponyboy is a bit rigid.”

“Probably too focused on the fundamentals.  I can tell he’s still resistant to his new role. He’s obviously copying the movements he’s been told, but he’s not in the right mindset to perform instinctively.”

Copper felt a twinge of fear coming off the ex-guard as he said that.  Copper walked over to the halted ex-guard and gripped underneath the stallion’s muzzle. The fear was growing stronger, but kept Stalwart gaze forward and didn’t make eye contact.  He knew not to look anywhere other than straight ahead without permission.

“I know you think merely following orders is sufficient enough to fool me, but it isn’t,” Copper scolded.  “That’s only the first step.  There’s something you need to understand about Society training.  By the end of this, you won’t be obeying me because I force you, but because you love it.  The sooner you accept that inevitability, the more enjoyment you’ll have for your new life.”

“I’ve been running him through gaits all day and he’s still not getting it,” Grace intervened.  “I figured more whipping would do the trick, but it’s not working out like I thought it would.”

“Remember what I told you,” Copper responded.  “I know you prefer the ‘stick’ approach to training, but sometimes you need more incentive than just punishment.”

Copper emphasized his point by releasing his grip on Stalwart’s muzzle and tracing his hand down the white stallion’s exposed chest, reaching around to grab at his ass cheek.  Stalwart gave a short, but loud, huff through his bit, causing Grace to snicker.

“You said my ‘birdies’ were in the stables, yes?” Copper asked.

“All set.  Got ‘em prepped and ready!”

“Excellent.  I think this would be a good teaching moment for our little chariot pony.  Besides, I’ve been needing some relief today.”

“You and me both.”

Copper chuckled.  “Well, feel free to assist me once I get my other two ponies out.  Just remember the rules for Stalwart.”

“Yeah, I know.  ‘Bad ponies don’t get orgasms’ and all that shit.”

Ordinarily Copper might’ve taken offense to such a flagrant response to his rules, but he had grown to appreciate Grace’s abrasive attitude.  It added to her domineering presentation, and honing that personality trait made for good slave trainers.

It didn’t take long for Copper to find his prized chariot ponies upon entering the stables.  Both had trotted up to the bars of their individual stalls the instant he had entered.  Copper opened the gates of each stall and brought each pony side-by-side.  He took the time to admire his collection.  Wonderbolts, even ones in the reserves, were a rare commodity among Society members.  With so many eyes on them, it became difficult to add any to the Society without careful planning.  It had been quite a bit of hassle and expense to get these two, but it was worth it.

The stallion, Sky Stinger, and the mare, Vapor Trail, stood at attention while their owner looked them over.  They were dressed in the same tack that Stalwart Shield had on, albeit more decorative. Whereas Stalwart’s gear had been bland training tack, they had earned their ornate gear.  The harnesses were colored to complement their coats.  Vapor Trail’s was a light teal, which matched up with her mane and contrasted well with her coat without looking gaudy.  Sky Stinger’s was a dark blue, blending in just enough to match with his coat without looking completely indistinguishable from it. The rings around their harnesses and the bits in their mouths were made of silver.  In addition to the blinders, bits, and reins that made up the head harnesses, each also had a feathered plume rising from the top of their head matching the colors of their harnesses.  Their armbinders were colored similarly, although this time their arm sleeves were secured to the fronts of their abs like a straitjacket.  This was so their arms wouldn’t get caught up in the wing sleeves that held their wings in place.  Their winds were moderately stretched out, but completely immobile.  Existing purely for decorative purposes.  Unlike Stalwart, their privates were left exposed.

Copper eventually took their reins, one in each hand, and pulled them along as he walked back outside.  The two chariot ponies followed dutifully without any struggle or tugging.  Stalwart was still in training, but these ponies had been completely broken in.  Wonderbolt training had inadvertently made their minds more receptive to following orders.  It didn’t take long to mold them into perfect pets.  He had noticed how well they worked together and took advantage of that.  The way the moved in-synch with each other was nothing less than spectacular to watch. These ex-Wonderbolts had been good investments.

With two ponies in tow, Copper met back up with Grace at the corral.  Stalwart Shield was still maintaining his standing position, although now facing the corral’s entrance gate.  Copper positioned Vapor Trail in front of the gate.

“Bend over.” Copper ordered.

Vapor Trail bent her upper body forward so that it rested on top of the corral gate while keeping her legs straight.

“Spread.”

Vapor spread her legs wide into a V shape.  Her ass and pussy were now sticking out in front of Copper.  Copper glanced at Sky Stinger, who was correctly keeping his vision straight forward and not looking down at his partner’s exposed bits.  Copper looked down at Sky’s flaccid cock.

Going to have to fix that. 

“Sky.  Stalwart. Look at me.”

Both ponies’ gazes immediately drifted over to their master.  Copper bent down to Vapor’s cunt.  He brought his thumb up to her clit and began rubbing it in a clockwise motion while licking the outer folds of her labia.  Vapor Trail started to whinny as arousal trickled down her pussy and onto the ground.  The two chariot stallions watching were watching intently.  Their arousal was becoming apparent.  Sky Stinger was at full mast while Stalwart Shield had a noticeable erection trying to poke through his jockstrap.  It was becoming a bit too much for Stalwart to handle; he tried averting his eyes to relieve the burning in his loins.  Grace took notice of that a gave him a hard whack with the whip.

“Nuh-uh, ponyboy.  Kneel!  Eyes forward!”

Stalwart bent down on his knees and continued to face forward, keeping his eyes on his master at play.  Copper turned his attention away from Vapor and onto Sky’s throbbing shaft.

Quite a decent length.  I’m going to have a bit of trouble with this.

Copper began licking the tip of Sky’s cock.  He took his tongue and then dragged it down the length before moving down to the balls, giving them a quick lick, and then dragging his tongue back again across the length and back to the tip.  Grasping the base with one hand and fondling Sky’s balls with the other, Copper took half the shaft in his mouth and bobbed his head back and forth.  It took some effort to get it all to fit, but Copper managed.  He made sure to press his tongue up against the underside of Sky’s cock as it went in and out of his mouth.  Copper stopped once he tasted the salty precum hit his tongue.  He could feel Sky nearly reaching the peak and responded by giving the base of Sky's shaft a tight squeeze, denying Sky a quick release.  While this was fun, he didn’t want it to end here. Taking his mouth off the twitching Wonderbolt cock in front of him, he stood up and grabbed the Sky’s reins.  Undoing his pants and revealing his own erect stallionhood, Copper positioned himself between Vapor and Sky.

Copper inserted his length into Vapor’s wet marehood. Pulling on Sky’s reins with his left hand, he guided the stallion’s cock into his own hole.  Copper relaxed his asshole as Sky’s cock poked at the entrance, his spit providing enough lubrication to let it slide slowly in.  A nice tingle of ecstasy followed as Sky’s length hit Copper’s prostate.  Taking Vapor’s reins in his right hand, he pulled them toward himself with each thrust he made while simultaneously pulling on Sky’s reins with his left hand.  They were working in synchronization.  Every thrust from Sky would be followed by a thrust from Copper, who would then thrust herself back onto Copper’s length, causing Copper to thrust back onto Sky’s length like a perverted Newton’s cradle.

Copper couldn’t help but think back amusingly at some of the other masters in the Society who looked down on him. Apparently being the “receiver” wasn’t considered dominant by a lot of masters, at least among males.

Idiots. Powerplay in sex isn’t about the position, it’s about control.  If those insecure masters want to purposely deny their own pleasure out of some misguided idea of dominance, then it’s their loss.

Stalwart Shield wasn’t taking this well.  His erection was straining to escape the confinement of the jockstrap that kept it from reaching its full length.  It was starting to get painful in addition to his inability to get any release from this forced observation.  Grace had taken notice of this and decided to have some fun. She positioned herself in front of the kneeling stallion.  He did his best to maintain his composure as he was now staring directly at Grace’s crotch. She placed her boot directly on top of shaft that was trying to escape its prison and slowly pressed downward, eliciting a muffled moan from the ex-guard.  The stallion’s cock was now pressed between her boot and the ground.

“Does ponyboy wanna play?” Grace mocked. “Sorry, you know the rules.  No pleasure for you until you can get it right.”

Grace unzipped her trousers and took hold of Stalwart’s horn.  The dripping from her folds showed that she was also feeling frisky.  Grace pulled on the stallion’s horn and made it so that his muzzle was pressing directly up against her cunt.  She held him there for a few seconds, letting her fluids drip onto his face as he inhaled her scent.  Eventually she pulled his muzzle away,

“Tell you what, you do a good job with me, and I might consider convincing Master Copper to let you cum.”

Grace positioned her sex over Stalwart’s horn and began so rub her folds along the length.  Eventually she inserted the whole thing into her.

“Unf, c’mon ponyboy!  I’m not the one who should be doing the work here!” Grace gave the whip another crack.

Stalwart did his best to stimulate the gryphon from his kneeling position.  Moving his head up and down, he continued to thrust the length of his horn into her dripping pussy.  More of Grace’s fluids began to slide down Stalwart’s face as he continued thrusting. Grace dropped her whip and grabbed a clawful of the stallion’s mane to keep him steady while using her other claw to rub her breasts.

“Remember, eyes forward!” the sadistic gryphon ordered.

Stalwart did his best to keep his vision locked on his master’s activities.  Copper was riding out the physical sensations and arousal emanating from his two Wonderbolt slaves as their thrusting increased rapidly.  He enjoyed the filling sensation of Sky’s shaft as each thrust glanced off his prostate and sent a wave of pleasure rippling through his body, while simultaneously feeling a secondary wave wash over him as his own length was being stimulated by the tight warmth of Vapor’s marehood.  He enjoyed the hot breath on his back as Sky continually fucked him. He loved the sounds coming off Vapor each type his hips slapped against her body.  Vapor was squeezing her hole around Copper's cock, her pussy trying to suck his shaft in as he tried to pull back.  Borrowing her idea, Copper squeezed his ass as Sky was pulling back, putting even more tension on the Wonderbolt's cock while putting more pressure on his prostate; sparking more and more bursts of bliss as he could feel the encroachment of an explosive orgasm. He was on the verge of sensory overload.

Copper could feel Sky’s release approaching. Giving the reins one big tug, Sky thrusted himself into his master one last time before his body gave a massive spasm and blasted several large spurts of cum inside.  Copper let the sticky warmth of Sky’s jizz give him that extra bit of stimulation to push himself towards his own orgasm.  With a final thrust, Copper released his pent-up arousal into Vapor’s cunt, filling her with his own seed as she gave another whinny.

Stalwart watched in sadness and frustration as Grace continued to pleasure herself with his horn.  Tears welled up in the ex-guard’s eyes.  He lamented his powerlessness after being caught.  He lamented the humiliation of his new position as a mere plaything.  And right now, he lamented the pleasure he had been denied.  Pleasure he would never get to experience.  Not until he was a good pony.
> Chapter 4:  Playing the Game (M/m)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Copper rushed down the hallways of the Society, doing his best to keep his pace at a jog rather than a full sprint so he wouldn’t crash headfirst into any of the other members.  The halls were wide enough that he managed not to bump into anyone on the way towards Schorl’s office.  He did receive multiple glares of contempt from the other Masters.  Such rude behavior was unbecoming of a fellow Master. He didn’t care.  Social faux-pas weren’t important right now.

Exploring the market for new jewelry?  Take a look at our fine selection at Elegant Accessories!  Several fashionable new shipments have arrived to our Canterlot location.  Turn in any damaged jewelry for a special discount!*  Apply for a membership and vote with our other members on what special items or deals you want to see next!  This week’s voted-on jewelry of choice was our carnelian-encrusted bracelets!  Stop by within the next three days for a 20% discount when you present this letter.

*discount varies depending on quality

The letter had arrived to him in a black envelope with “Priority Delivery” stamped on the front.  No addresses to or from.  These types of mailings were usually done by gryphon couriers who knew exactly where to go.  The coding in the letter was obvious to Society members, but enough to fool the common pony on the rare chance the letter ended up somewhere it shouldn’t. Most would dismiss it as junk mail. The majority of letters handed to members were structured this way.  The places of business in the letters were real.  Elegant Accessories was one of multiple different shell companies operated by the Society for money laundering and to satisfy anyone who might investigate the letters.  Any non-member unfortunate enough to actually turn in the letter for whatever deal was listed would be “marked” by the Society and eventually brought in for interrogation to figure out how they managed to acquire it.  So far, it had only happened once.  Journalists were a nuisance.

A black envelope with priority delivery was never a good sign.  It always referred to urgent news that was directly related to a major issue with a Master.  The first three sentences in sequence began with the letters E, then T, and then S so that there was little ambiguity as to where this letter originated from. “Canterlot location” signaled where the issue was taking place.  Referencing unique products generally referred to slaves, but the worrying part was the reference to “damaged” products.  A slave had been harmed badly in violation of the Society’s rules. Inflicting injuries and pain were acceptable so long as it never crossed the line to maiming or life-threatening.  The reference to “voting” meant that this issue was being voted upon high-ranking members, including Schorl herself.  The three-day period gave the time frame the vote would take place.

The thing that caught Copper’s attention the most was the specialty item.  “Carnelian-encrusted bracelets” was obviously referring to the Society member Carnelian instead of jewelry.  Pony names were easy to slip into coded messages given that most of them are based off a combination of pre-existing nouns, adjectives, and verbs.  Fully decoded, this meant that Carnelian was in trouble with the Society and his membership was being put up to a vote. Losing the vote would mean excommunication.  Ordinarily, Copper would have considered this positive news if not for the mention of “damaged jewelry.”  Carnelian had a number of, to put it lightly, questionable injuries inflicted on his slaves in the past, but this was the first to ever be put to a vote.  His wealth and influence had always shielded him from any major consequences, to Copper’s constant frustration, so whatever this was must have been serious.  Carnelian might have possibly maimed or even killed a slave, and Copper needed details.

The receptionist desk was stationed in front of the door to Schorl’s office.  It was currently being guarded by minotaur at the door and a receptionist sitting at the desk.  “Receptionist” being the polite way of saying Schorl assigned one of her slaves to sit there and make token statements to disgruntled members that Schorl didn’t want to deal with while also acting as a verbal punching bag when those statements inevitably failed to satisfy.  Not that Copper necessarily disagreed with that strategy.  Most complaints by members were frivolous to begin with and didn’t require Schorl’s direct involvement.  Her time shouldn’t be wasted with arguments about room scheduling conflicts or clumsy waiters when the regular staff could handle such issues. But this wasn’t a frivolous issue, and Copper wasn’t leaving without answers.

Sweet Mint, a green unicorn mare, was acting as the current receptionist.  It was bit odd to see, since Sweet Mint was usually assigned as a maid, and was in fact still wearing her maid outfit.

It’s not a good sign if all the other slaves are busy, Copper thought.

“I need to talk to Mistress Tourmaline NOW!” Copper shouted, hoping an aggressive demand coming from a Master would intimidate her subservient side.  Oddly, it didn’t.  He felt no fear from her.  She was uncharacteristically calm and level-headed in response to his anger. Even well-trained slaves usually felt some fright when a Master raised their voice.  The minotaur guard kept his eyes on Copper, but otherwise remained in place.

“What is this about, sir?” Sweet Mint responded in neutral tone.    

“You know what this is about!” Copper continued shouting while he presented the letter.

“Yes, Mistress Tourmaline informed me about that. She should be available to see you now, sir.  You may enter the office when you’re ready, sir.”

Copper was a bit confused, but made his way into Schorl’s office as the minotaur stood aside to let him through.

That was a little too easy.  I expected a bit more resistance than that.

The room reminded the stallion of how a therapist might design an office.  To the left of the entrance, there was the standard large desk with a cushioned swivel chair behind it for Schorl to sit in.  Against the wall next to the desk were to large shelves of various books. Erotica, anatomy, history, massage therapy, architectural design, runic spellcasting, and some books written in an ancient text that Copper couldn’t recognize.  A few file cabinets ran parallel to the bookshelves.  On the opposite side of the room from the desk was another door, likely a closet for other files or other miscellaneous items. There were two armchairs placed in front of the desk facing towards the swivel chair for visitors to sit in, as well as a chaise lounge placed against the wall between the bookshelves and closet. The room would have looked like a standard office if not for some of the “motivational” posters, such as the “Silence is Golden” poster with a large ballgag pictured on it.

Schorl Tourmaline was sitting at her desk, which was covered in a mess of papers.  A miniaturized Crystal Heart ornament was refracting a small bit of the light coming off the arced floor lamp beaming down on the rest of the desk.  However, her eyes weren’t focused on the papers. Her gaze was locked onto Copper since he entered the room.  Her emotions were as difficult to read as ever.  Despite the haggard and annoyance present on her face, Copper could have sworn he felt a flicker of relief.

“I assume you’re here about Carnelian?” Schorl bluntly asked while gesturing her hand to the chair positioned in front of her desk.

“Of course I am,” Copper responded and took a seat. “You’re the one who sent me a letter about him.”

“You mean one of my slaves sent out a letter updating local members of an important event, as is standard.”

There’s no way this was just a simple community update.

“Black envelopes are supposed to be ‘standard’ for a community message?”

“Generally, no.  But given the severity of the issue, I thought it was warranted.  Did you come all this way to interrogate my mailing methods or is there something else?”

She’s insistent on distancing herself from this for some reason.

There was something off about how dismissive Schorl was being about the mail, given the strict guidelines he had been taught about the system.  He elected to ignore it as there was something more urgent he needed to know.

“I just want to know what happened.  What did Carnelian screw up so badly that excommunication is now on the table?  This isn’t the first time he’s been reprimanded, but the fact that his membership is getting put to a vote means this must be especially serious.”

Schorl sighed.  “You’re familiar with the slave Cane Sugar, right?”

Copper felt his heart skip a beat.  He tried to be calm in his response.

“I am.”

“She’s being treated in the infirmary for a neck injury.  Apparently, there was an equipment malfunction when Carnelian was playing with her and it fractured her neck.  She was breathing irregularly and passed out.  She’s stable now, and there appears to be no permanent damage.  She’s been put in a neck brace and I was told she’ll recover.”

“Equipment malfunction!?  You don’t seriously buy that, do you?”

“I left that up to the other members to decide. It was only fair.”

Was. Past tense.  There should’ve still been two days left for the vote.

“You mean they already held the vote?  What about the time limit?”

“The voting members that were already present decided it was better to speed it up rather than waste two more days waiting for other potential voters.  They all had busy schedules and there were more than enough of them present for it to be a fair vote.  Carnelian will be allowed to stay on as a member.”

No, not again.  He can’t get away with this AGAIN.

  “HOW!?  He strangles a slave and gets to walk away with no consequences?”

“Strangulation and other forms of breathplay are allowed, Copper.”

“Not if it causes fatal injuries!”

“It was an equipment malfunc—”

“That’s a lie and you know it!”  Copper stood up out of his chair.  “You know Carnelian’s history of infractions.  This wasn’t some accidental slip-up made by a new Master.  He took it too far because he has no self-control and is trying to hide behind that excuse!”

“I’d watch your tone if I were you,” Schorl glared at Copper.  The room remained silent for a good ten seconds while the two of them stared off.  Copper’s anger cooled off enough for him to recognize his error.  The crystal unicorn’s gaze remained calm but unflinching as Copper yielded and slowly backed down into his chair.  Once he was fully seated, she continued.

“The other members debated the merits of his argument and determined he was telling the truth.  He said he was using a rope noose on a pulley system.  The pulley was set up in the room he was playing in and there are rope marks on Cane Sugar’s neck.  Our investigation of the pulley determined it was faulty and, as Carnelian described it, snagged the rope while she was being choked.  Because the rope got snagged into the system, Carnelian wasn’t able to lower it and had to cut the rope by himself before calling for help.”

“So there wasn’t anyone else in the room at the time?  Meaning it’s entirely his word that you’re relying on.  He could have overdone the strangulation himself and then tried to cover it up by sabotaging the pulley himself before he called for help.”

“He ‘could have’ done a lot of things,” Schorl’s tone harshened.  “But ‘could have’ wasn’t sufficient enough evidence for the voters.”

“I don’t care what the voters think!  You’re the owner of the Society, you didn’t have to put this to a vote.”

“No, I didn’t.  But I chose to.  Because I actually do care what they think.  Ignoring that your ‘could have’ argument wouldn’t be good enough for me either, there’s still something you don’t seem to understand despite me explaining it to you countless times.  Our Society is as successful as it is because of the cooperation of many powerful individuals in Equestria.  The Society provides for their needs and in return, they use their influence to protect it. If the members started becoming afraid of the Society turning on them, it would fracture the power and influence the Society has managed to maintain.  

“So if I were to excommunicate Carnelian, a high-ranking member with many powerful connections to other members, for an accidental mishap, their trust in the Society would falter out of fear that the same would happen to them.  And I know you think that it wasn’t an accident, but here’s the uncomfortable truth, Copper: even if you’re entirely right, it doesn’t matter.  What matters is that they believe it’s the truth.  Even if it was factually not an accident, if the other members believe it was an accident and see Carnelian punished for it, they will see it as the Society mistreating them.  You can’t read minds, Copper.  You don’t know what Carnelian’s intent was.  So unless you have some undeniable proof that could convince the other members of Carnelian assaulting another Master or some other major violation, there’s nothing you can do.”

Copper was feeling desperate.  “This isn’t an isolated incident.  You and I both know his history.”

“You know his history because you obsess over him constantly.  And I know about his history because you frequently pester me about his minor infractions and because I have to keep breaking up your never-ending debates that irritate any other members unfortunate enough to be in proximity.  The other members aren’t as invested to your feud the as you are and don’t care.  Carnelian has plausible deniability, and that’s good enough for them.  If you want to take it up him or the other members, go ahead.  Carnelian has been spending his time in lounge room three while I’ve been sorting this out.  I’ve already got enough to deal with as it is and I’m far past exhausted with your constant bickering.”

Copper was a bit confused as to why they were even having this meeting if she was so intent on avoiding the issue.  However, it was clear to him that this conversation was going nowhere.  Schorl wouldn’t budge on this.  Likely none of the other members would either.

But I did glean some useful information, Copper thought, a devious idea forming in his mind.

Standing up from his chair, he gave a polite farewell along with a small bow before exiting her office.  Despite some of his issues with how this situation was handled, he still maintained a great deal of respect for Mistress Tourmaline.  No system was perfect; it was inevitable that some members might slip through the cracks to abuse the Society’s good will.  Copper would just have to find a way to deal with it.




Lounge Room #3 was arranged similarly to the other lounges in the Society.  Tables and booths were spread around the room, but most were concentrated around the bar area.  The bar itself was currently being managed by a pegasus mare, one of the many Society-owned slaves.  She was busy taking drink orders from the Masters and handing off completed drinks to the waitstaff, which also consisted of Society-owned slaves.  Not all slave duties were necessarily sexual, though that didn’t stop the bartender from being completely nude aside from her collar, cuffs, and wingbinder.  The waitstaff were either nude or adorned in some type of kinky outfit.  The maid theme appeared to be the most popular, even among the male slaves.  There was no shortage of teasing from the Masters as the male maids carried their trays over to the appropriate tables while desperately trying to pretend the erections poking out from under their short, frilly skirts weren’t there.

There wasn’t much in terms of equipment.  The elaborate bondage furniture was usually reserved for play areas or private rooms.  It mainly consisted of rings embedded in the floors and walls for clipping cuffs or collars onto.  Though there was also a spanking bench, a cross, and a stockade placed in a corner for any Master who felt like having a brief play session.  Small “pet” cages were stacked up in another corner that Masters could take from for convenience.  Copper only saw one unfortunate slave trapped in one.  The unicorn mare was on all fours while squeeze into the confined space, placed underneath a table while her Master was comfortably sitting in a chair busy conversing with another Master.

There was a small stage set up at the end opposite the entrance.  It was smaller compared to the “performance” rooms, mainly used for small-time impromptu displays or for the more professional performers to practice routines while a small audience watched.  It was currently empty.  Two minotaur guards were near the entrance keeping an eye on the members.  Most of the members were gathered around the bar area, including a dark orange unicorn stallion.

Carnelian was sitting alone on a stool, but oddly no drink.  He sat there, both arms on the countertop, staring down.  Copper could feel the stallion’s emotions as he approached the bar. The unicorn Master was seething with rage.  Copper noticed his hands were slightly shaking.  While looking calm on the outside, Copper could feel that this stallion was holding back a lot of anger.  He also felt an undercurrent of shame as well.

I guess avoiding excommunication still has some down sides.  Not just the stress of having your fate put up to a vote, but also the hit to the ego.  Very rarely do Masters get excommunicated.  Even being considered makes the Master look ineffectual and thus a pariah.  No doubt that even though he was spared, a lot of the other members must view him as an embarrassment.  I almost feel sorry for him.

Copper took a seat on a stool next to Carnelian. Surprisingly, the unicorn didn’t react. He continued staring at the countertop; lost in thought and oblivious to the world around him.

“I guess blatantly ignoring the Society’s rules didn’t work out in your favor this time?” Copper said in the smuggest tone he could manage.

I need to get him on edge and defensive.

To his credit, the unicorn stallion managed to maintain a neutral composure when he turned to face his detractor.  Copper assumed that the unicorn was trying to play nice as he was still in hot water socially.  That didn’t fool the earth pony’s empathic abilities.  Contempt was pouring through Carnelian as he responded.

“You can save whatever diatribe you’re about to unleash.  I don’t care about your worthless advice on ownership and never have, and while playing this game of you preaching to a brick wall was entertaining in the past, I’m not in the mood for verbal sparring at the moment.”

I figured he would be eager to vent at me, but it seems he’s going to try to bottle up his emotions instead.  Still workable for me as long as I don’t let him disengage.  I can’t give him a chance to cool off. 

“If you want to ignore your failed attempts at being a Master, we could always discuss your failed attempts at being a business owner.”  

Copper aimed at another weak spot.  His under-the-table dealings with Steelshoes Industries had recently come to fruition.  He had read the news articles about Carnelian “stepping down” which in business terminology means “shareholders voted him out and didn’t want to make a fuss.”  Copper had spent the better part of two years convincing shareholders in the company ditch the unicorn in exchange for a good deal on his own trade routes and transportation.  Steelshoes Industries would pay a reduced fee to ship products and all they had to do was let go of a company president whose position was mostly public relations; largely to play salesman to the higher-ups of other companies and act as a figurehead for the company. Carnelian wasn’t even particularly good at his job, it’s just that his position was given to him by his father, the previous president. He stayed where he was more as a matter of tradition.  He could be easily replaced.  It was a very profitable deal for the shareholders with little sacrifice on their part.  Copper was more than willing to take a financial hit if it meant sticking it to an uppity Master.

Though a dreadful thought occurred to the earth pony Master.  The timing of Carnelian losing his company and his incident were suspiciously close.

Was this my fault?

“Fuck off!”  Copper’s thoughts were cut off by Carnelian’s outburst.

That’s new. I’ve never gotten him to swear at me before.  He usually likes to maintain the appearance of civility whenever he speaks.  He must be really out of his element.  I’m detecting a lot of anxiety along with this anger.  An almost primal fight-or-flight style adrenaline rush.  Attacking his self-worth is wounding his ego to the point where he feels compelled to defend himself instead of letting it go.  Good.

Copper continued.  “Does it bother you that much to know how easily replaceable you were? That the only reason you were kept around was because daddy said so and nobody wanted to make a fuss?”

Carnelian slammed his hand on the table.  The ambient background conversations had dimmed as multiple heads turned towards the two stallions.  Carnelian didn’t seem to notice or care.  Copper did, and he was glad for the attention.

“My family controlled that company for over a century!  It thrived under my care for over twelve years!  Don’t pretend you know anything about me just because some power-hungry traitors decided to steal my birthright!  It will crumble without me, just you wait!”

His anxiety spiked when I mentioned his father and now he’s put a particular focus on his family heritage.  Possible inadequacy issues?  Failure to live up to his legacy?  Yes, some part of him must feel at fault for losing control of his company and his ego is trying to pin the blame on something else.  He doesn’t want to feel like a failure.  He doesn’t want to feel lesser than others.  I need to make him feel both.

“You really believe you’re that important, don’t you?” Copper replied.  “If the company actually needed you that badly, they’d never have gotten rid of you in the first place.  I’d say it was less about being power-hungry and more a realization that you were unnecessary.  Though it is a bit humorous to see you calling others power-hungry given what you’ve done.”

“What I—"

“Your entire life has been nothing but a desperate series of power grabs so you don’t feel worthless.  It’s no wonder why you don’t care about the rules of the Society when it’s all just a means to an end for you.”

His repressed anger is becoming less and less restrained.  I have to keep the momentum going.  Can’t let him get a word in.  Interrupting him will undermine his control and keep his anger focused on me.  

“I have—"

“You’ve already broken the rules several times with the mistreatment of your slaves, mistreating them makes you feel superior about your own pathetic existence.  It’s no surprise that Cane Sugar had to be hospitalized shortly after you lost your company.  Did nearly killing her give you some twisted sense of power to make up for your lack of competence in the business world?”

“IT WAS AN EQUIPM—"

“I happened to meet with Cane Sugar before she became a slave.”

“I DON’T CARE AB—"

“It’s funny to me how she was able to successfully run a business despite not actually wanting to be in charge.  She had a level of discipline and work ethic that you lack.”

“DON’T COMPARE ME TO THAT PATHETIC CU—”

“Is that also why you hurt her?  Because she’s better than you?”

Copper could feel it coming before it actually happened.  He had pressed every button he could on the Carnelian’s inadequacy issues.  Saying the unicorn was beneath a slave was the last straw.  The unicorn’s ego couldn’t handle a blow like that.  So naturally the unicorn decided the best solution to defend his ego was to silence the attacker.  Conversation wasn’t working, so why not just rely on what had always been successful in managing his superiority complex?

Carnelian punched Copper in the face with a right hook. Copper toppled off of his chair and onto the floor.  Lying on his back, Copper got a nice view of the ceiling before the silhouette of Carnelian blocked his vision.  Copper felt the pain of several more strikes to his face.  He considered letting more hit him, but decided that enough damage had been done and moved his arms in place to protect his head.  His arms absorbed the impact of a few more punches before Copper felt the weight of the unicorn’s body lift off him.  One of the minotaur guards had seen the commotion and had pulled Carnelian off of the earth pony with a chin lock.  

Copper relaxed his body and let his arms fall back to their sides.  He remained staring at the ceiling as the crowd of Society members circled him, their shocked gibbering filling his ears; along with some members shouting for a medic.  He took the pain in stride as blood trickled from his nose.  He had just won.




Copper exited the ETS infirmary and headed towards Schorl’s office once more. Carnelian had given him a black eye and fractured his nose.  The results had the earth pony’s upper muzzle slightly bent, which was corrected with a metal splint below the bridge of the nose.  According the on-site doctor, Copper had been pretty lucky.  Nothing broken and no concussion.  He chalked it up to his natural earth pony durability.

Excommunication is a rare occurrence in the Society for obvious reasons; not only because Masters are aware of the consequences but also because Masters tended to be high profile ponies with social, political, or financial clout.  The Society and its members didn’t usually want to deal with the hassle unless it was absolutely needed.  The guidelines were intentionally vague as to what constituted an excommunicable offense. The general rule was that anything that would hinder the wellbeing of the members, which mainly involved serious injuries or imprisonment.

The few instances in the history of the Society where excommunication was deemed necessary involved attempts to divulge its existence to the public, extreme injuries to slaves, and one instance of attempting to steal ETS documents.  There were never any instances of a Master assaulting another Master.  The closest it ever came to something like that was one instance of a heated argument between two Masters resulting in a slapped cheek. While there were reprimands, the action wasn’t deemed severe enough to warrant excommunication; what happened with Copper was.  

His plan had worked, but there were still a few things he needed to settle before he did anything else.  It had been a few hours since the incident and he had questions. Sweet Mint was still behind the receptionist desk.  She didn’t seem surprised when he showed up.  No doubt Mistress Tourmaline had warned her of his inevitable arrival.

“Sir, I understand you’re here for Mistress Tourmaline, but she’s busy at the moment.”

Still completely neutral.  It’s like she’s reading from a script.  Then again, she probably is.

“Busy for how long?”  Copper asked.

“Umm,” Sweet Mint checked the clock on the wall. “Not too long, sir.  Another half-hour or so.  Mistress is setting something up in her office.”

Copper was curious but decided to not press further. There was no rush to get into the office like last time.  He could be patient for this.  He’d find out what was in the office once Schorl let him inside.  It was probably best to play it calmly this time as he was still feeling a bit of guilt about how he left things during their last conversation.  He rested against a wall as there were no chairs in the room for him to sit in. Likely an intentional decision to disincentivize irritable Masters from sticking around the office to annoy Schorl. He didn’t let it bother him and kept his focus on the clock.

The actual wait was around forty-eight minutes before the door to Schorl’s office finally opened.  What came out was not a crystal pony, but a minotaur and two other pony-like companions.  The two companions were smaller than the minotaur, like many races in Equestria, with muzzles shaped differently than the typical pony and a pair of antlers on each head.  Deer. Deer were an enigma within the Society. Copper had noticed their presence, but they typically acted as staff.  He had never met one in everyday Equestria the same way he had seen other ponies, gryphons, minotaurs, etc.  He had no idea where they came from; they seemed to exist solely within the ETS structure.

The deer and the minotaur walked past Copper, the deer keeping their heads down and the minotaur giving him a glance before passing him.  Another figure took a step outside of the office entrance, the crystal mare Schorl Tourmaline.  Her gaze turned from the leaving trio to Copper.  She was looking surprisingly jovial, a bright smile on her face as she welcomed Copper to enter.

I feel like she would be more upset given everything that’s happened; which only makes my theory stronger.

The office layout seemed to be the same as it was previously when the earth pony Master entered until he turned his head towards Schorl’s desk.  The lamp that had been beside the desk previously was no longer there; magic from a unicorn’s horn was acting as the new light source.  Copper could only see the top of the pony’s head, along with the horn.  The rest of the body was obstructed by Tourmaline’s desk.  He could hear heavy breathing.

That must be some form of illumination magic.

“Feel free to get a better look,” Schorl said, gesturing to the area behind her desk.

Stepping behind the desk, Copper got a full view of the pony brightening the room.  The pony was almost completely covered in a black latex body suit.  The tight-fitting suit clinged to every part of the body it covered.  From the look of it, the suit was custom made for this pony.  The only open areas of the suit were the two nostril holes at the end of the muzzle, two eye holes, two holes for the ears, one hole on the forehead for the horn to go through, and the area around the crotch (though there was a noticeable zipper around that area which meant that it could be covered up if needed).  Based on the exposed privates, this pony was clearly a stallion.  Everything else from head to toe was encased in the slick suit. While the suit had eyeholes, they were covered by a blindfold separate from the suit.  He was also wearing a posture collar around his neck that was on the outside of the suit.

The suit clamped tightly down on the muzzle, preventing much movement.  A small tube protruded from the mouth and Copper could hear air being exhaled through it. Copper couldn’t see it, but the tube connected to the inner part of the suit.  It lead to a rubber bulb that was placed behind the teeth.  The bulb was wedged between the pony’s tongue and the roof of his mouth, pressing against both.  It was girthy enough to nearly fill his whole mouth and lengthwise it reached to the back of the tongue.  The tube that protruded on the outside of the suit was part of that bulb; the length of the tube going from the outside of the suit through a hole in the center of the bulb.  The whole was big enough to allow air to pass through or for liquids to be ingested, but not much else.  He could see panicked breathing coming from the pony, the nostrils widening with each inhale while the tight suit gave a perfect outline of the pony’s rising and falling chest.

The way the stallion was kept in place was fascinating.  He was in a kneeling position with both legs.  He was kneeling on top of a small square-shaped metal base that was roughly two inches thick.  The legs were kept in place by shackles embedded in the base.  One shackle above the ankle and another at the upper calf for each leg.  There were pads at the base where his legs were settled to prevent major injuries.  Each shackle was locked in place with a small padlock.

His posture from the hips to the head was completely straight.  A metal pole from the center of the base ran up his spine to the top of his head.  The pole had shackles embedded at the sides which each arm was placed in, keeping his arms straight and positioned behind his back.  One shackle at the bicep, one at the forearm, and one at the wrist for each arm.  The pole also had two screw eye hooks at the neck level parallel to the arm shackles.  The holes through those hooks allowed small chains to be clipped to them which also connected to small rings in the back of his posture collar.  Each chain had a very short length and pulled his neck against the pole allowing little neck movement; not that the posture collar allowed for much movement to begin with.

The zipper for the suit that covered the privates started a few inches below the abdomen and went underneath the crotch area up to the lower back.  It was currently unzipped, exposing the pony’s cock, balls, and ass to the cool air of Schorl’s office.  A large dildo was placed on the base in front of the metal pole and was currently lodged inside the stallion’s anus.  The dildo wasn’t attached to the base, but with the stallion unable to stand up from his position, there was no way to for him to get it out.  That didn’t stop his body from trying.  The stallion’s hole was clenching and unclenching around the rubber phallus, trying to push it out to no avail.

The stallion’s cock was fully erect, the erection being maintained by a metal cockring clasped around the base.  A similar ring was also clasped around his balls. There appeared to be a bit of metal sticking out of the stallion’s penis hole.  A urethral sound.  Copper had experimented with such things in the past.  A small smooth stick of metal would be inserted through the urethra and go down the length of the shaft.  It made the cock even more sensitive by having stimulation come from the inside instead of outside.  On top of all this, there were small square pads placed around the cock and balls. Each pad had a wire that connected to a battery pack placed on the ground next to the base.

Seems to be a TENS unit, or some other form of electrostimulation.  Reminds me of what I did with Cane Sugar during her orientation.

The entire setup was impressive to look at, but the most intriguing part was the horn.  At first glance, the horn had a typical metal ring around it that was standard magic-nulling tech.  

  But if the magic was being nullified, then why is the horn still glowing?

Upon closer inspection, he noticed something about the ring.  There were stange symbols that had been carved into it.  It looked like a language of some sort.  While he couldn’t read it, he knew what it was.

“This is runic magic,” Copper said in awe.

The latex clad stallion’s ears twitched as Copper spoke up.  The stallion started shaking in his bonds furiously.  The base shook slightly, but otherwise didn’t budge.

“mmm!  mmmmmmm…” grunted the trapped pony.  Copper could barely hear it.  Whatever was suppressing his speech was doing a good job.  It sounded more like a soft mumble rather than a cry for help.  The rapid inhales and exhales from his nostrils were producing more noise than his voice.

It was only then that Copper actually noticed something.  Maybe it had been because the pony had been almost entirely covered head to toe in latex or maybe he was too distracted by examining the craftmanship of the device that bound the pony.  Whatever the reason, he only just took notice of the colors of the exposed parts of the stallion.  Dark orange.

“Is this Carnelian?” Copper asked, taken aback by the realization.

“Obviously,” Schorl replied curtly, enjoying Copper’s expression.  She grabbed a remote from her desk.  “He was excommunicated, after all.  I decided to do something special for the occasion.  I’ve been experimenting with a few things, and he makes a good test gimp.”

“mmm!  mmmn! nnnmm!” Carnelian’s struggles increased.   

“Oh, hush.” Schorl said.  Pressing a button on the remote.

The muffled grunting suddenly turned to pained groans as Carnelian shook harder in his bonds.  The locks on his shackles were rattling.  After a few moments passed, Schorl pressed another button on the remote.  The ex-Master’s struggling ceased and his body fell limp in his bonds.

The electrodes on his privates must be activated by that remote.

Copper was having a hard time processing what he was seeing.  He had always despised this pony, and here he was, completely stripped of power and at the mercy of another.  Copper was feeling like a filly on Hearth’ s Warming Eve.  The bondage, the struggling, and Tourmaline’s absolute dominance all tapped into Copper’s carnal desires.  He could feel a rush of arousal in his loins, eager to push this further. He resisted the urge, however.  He still needed answers.

“How did you learn to do this?” Copper asked, pointing to the horn that was still brightening the room.  “He shouldn’t be able to cast any form of magic in this state. The horn blockers block the flow to the horn.”

“You saw the runes, take a guess,” Schorl responded.

Copper tried to piece things together.  “I know runic magic exists, but I don’t know the extent of it.  I’ve never heard anything like this being used before.  Is the illumination spell being cast by the runes?”

“Not quite, the spellcasting is his own.”

She’s getting a kick out of toying with me.

“That doesn’t make any sense.  If he has access to his magic, he could use it to escape his bonds.”

“If he has full access, then yes. Like I said, I’ve been experimenting.”

“So the runes are restricting all but specific types of magic?”

“In short, yes.  I won’t go into the intricacies of runecasting, but the way it’s arranged is that the runic symbols can be used to draw out specific spells from the unicorn without granting full control.  When activated, the runes will force the caster to cast the specific spell engraved on the ring, while still blocking out use of other spells.”

Copper glanced back at Carnelian’s horn.  “Isn’t that a bit reckless?  It feels like there’s a lot of room for error.  You’d have to be careful with the arrangement of the runes so there’s no casting loophole the user could exploit, you’d have to figure out how to limits on the strength of the spell—”

“Hence why I’m experimenting with low-level spells like illumination.  It will help provide a foundation for how craft runes for the more complex spells.”

“It’s certainly fascinating but, pardon me, I don’t understand the purpose.  We already have spellcasters within our ranks.  Even some slaves have been allowed magic use after undergoing the Ritual. The only use for this would be for slaves that haven’t been broken in yet.  But when we already have other magic users, the only purpose this would serve is as a party trick.  Admittedly, this is an impressive bit of forniphilia, but it seems like a lot of effort on your part.  Why are you taking such a personal interest in this when there are other staff members that exist for this kind of research?”

“I’m a bit surprised you’re not seeing the bigger picture here,” Schorl responded.  “Being able to force spellcasting from unwilling slaves is a special form of dominance.  Lots of ponies in the Society would pay top dollar for this kind of tech.  It’s true we have other spellcasters, but not only would this make things more convenient, it might also help us in emergency situations.”

“Emergency situations?” Copper still couldn’t tell where she was going with this.

“Let’s say there was a special slave.  One with unique spellcasting abilities that other members couldn’t replicate.  One who had magic we needed to use but couldn’t because the slave was unwilling to cast.”

Oh, so that’s what this is all about.

“Like an alicorn.”

Schorl grinned.  “Something like that.”

Copper paused for a bit.  He needed to take it all in.  Some much had happened in such a short span of time; it was a lot to process. Mistress Tourmaline clearly had greater ambitions on her mind than even he had, and he doubted she would be telling him all this if she didn’t intend for him to be a part of it in some way. Even so, he was unsure if he could go along with whatever plans she had in store without settling things between them.

“Is it possible for us to find a private place to talk?” Copper asked.

“Have you forgotten what room you’re in?” Schorl spread her arms out to emphasize her point.

Copper pointed a finger at Carnelian.  While most of his body was trapped in the suit, the ears weren’t, and he could clearly hear everything they were saying.

“Oh, is that your concern?” Schorl chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry about him spilling any secrets.  As far as I’m concerned, he’s lost all speaking privileges until he undergoes the Ritual.  Don’t mind him, he’s just a piece of furniture right now, nothing more.”

Schorl gave the imprisoned unicorn’s horn a flick and tapped his balls with her hoof.  He gave a low muffled grumble.  He understood the implied threat behind the action.  Any attempt to interrupt their conversation with struggling would result in more shocks to his privates.  He was to play the role of a decorative lamp.  Deviation from that role meant punishment.

“Very well,” Copper sad as he sat down. “There’s some things we need to discuss.”

“Like what?” Schorl pondered.  “As you can see, the Carnelian situation has been dealt with. Cane Sugar is in good health and is set to make a full recovery.  You got what you wanted.”

“How long have you known about me?” Copper asked bluntly.

The grin that had been plastered on Schorl’s face deteriorated into confusion.  She raised an eyebrow.  “I’m not sure what you mean.  I’ve known you for quite awhile.”

“About my powers.  How did you figure it out?”

“Powers?  I don’t know—”

“Can you please stop playing coy and be direct with me this time?” Copper begged.

Schorl said nothing.  She laid back in her swivel chair.  Her expression was stoic.

She’s no going to admit to anything unless I play my hand.  Fine.

“Everything that’s happened today has bothered me. Yes, it all worked out in my favor. I should be satisfied with that, and yet there’s these nagging feelings in the back of my head that I can’t stop thinking about.  Tiny details that didn’t make sense.  

“The first thing was the letter I received. That was a priority mail letter. Black envelope.  Those kinds of messages are urgent, first-day delivery ordeals.  You don’t send them lightly.  While excommunications are a big deal, they were never a big enough deal to warrant that level of urgency.  I’ve never gotten letters like those in the past for other excommunications.  Which meant this was likely a personalized message meant specifically for me.  So what was so special about this one?  Was it because of my history with Carnelian?  I suppose that could be true, but that leads to the next issue.

“You told me that you hated having to deal with me and Carnelian.  That our arguments were insufferable.  You wanted to avoid having to deal with us.  So why send me that letter specifically to me if you wanted to avoid that?  Why did you let me walk into your office with no resistance?  The whole point of that receptionist desk is so that you can filter out those who you don’t want to deal with.  Sweet Mint could have easily said that you weren’t there or that you wouldn’t speak with me and there would have been nothing I could’ve done about it. Instead she practically invited me in and didn’t seem the least bit surprised by my appearance, almost like she was expecting me to show up.  Yet when I get the chance to speak with you in this meeting that was supposedly meant to alleviate all my concerns, all you did was stonewall me.  What purpose could there possibly be in enraging me further with that conversation?

“That’s when I started reflecting on things you brought up while we were talking.  Some of the things you said came out of nowhere.  It didn’t sound natural to me.  ‘You can’t read minds, Copper.’  That was such an odd thing to say.  ‘Unless you have some undeniable proof that could convince the other members of Carnelian assaulting another Master or some other major violation, there’s nothing you can do.’  Of all the ways to be excommunicated, why did you highlight an example that had never happened in the history of the Society up to this point?  You even told me the room number that Carnelian was staying in after the vote.  If you hate having to deal with us so much, why divulge that information?  Why direct me towards him when you know what it would lead to?

“The only reason I could think of to explain any of this is that you wanted me to confront Carnelian.  The urgent mail to get me to show up as quickly as possible, letting me into your office just to make me angrier, and giving me his room number.  You wanted me to goad him into attacking me, and you knew it would work.  That’s why you brought up reading minds and talked about how assaulting other members being illegal.  You planted ideas in my head, played on my frustrations, and then pointed me in his direction.  You were playing me this entire time.  So I need to know: how did you find out and how much of this was your plan?”

Schorl Tourmaline’s expression hadn’t changed at all during Copper’s rant.  Then it cracked as she gave Copper a smile.  Then she started laughing.  

Meanwhile, Carnelian started shaking in his bonds once more.  More grunts and heavy breathing were coming from the tube in his mouth.  Having just heard everything about this, he was desperately trying to plead with the Crystal Mistress.  If this had all been just some trick, then maybe that meant his excommunication was invalid.  Schorl’s laughter eventually ceased as she picked up the remote again.  The gimp unicorn got another thirty seconds of shocks to the cock and balls.  The message was clear: there was no turning back.

“Of course you would put the pieces together,” Schorl said to herself out loud, still chuckling a bit.  “Admittedly, my plan was a bit rushed and sloppily put together.  I was planning to do something like this for a long time and had something more subtle in mind.  But then Cane Sugar got injured and thus Carnelian forced my hand.  I had to move quickly.”

Copper was feeling a bit relieved that the crystal unicorn’s tone was playful.  He hadn’t known exactly how she would take the accusation.  Her feelings were one of the few he had trouble reading.

“So it’s true,” Copper said.

“Yes, for the most part.  I was hoping you wouldn’t pick up on it.  I thought your rivalry with Carnelian would have distracted you, but apparently it didn’t.”

“So you manipulated me into entrapping another member?”

“Oh, please.  It hardly counts as entrapment.  We didn’t force Carnelian to do anything.  His actions were his own.  If he had the slightest bit of self-control, this entire plan would have fallen apart.  He dug his own grave.”

Carnelian moaned and trembled in his bonds yet again. Evidently, he didn’t think so. Schorl gave him several more shocks. It didn’t matter what he thought.

“But why go through the effort?”

“Because I never liked Carnelian much either.  You were correct in that his flagrant disregard to Society rules was a liability.  However, I couldn’t just excommunicate him outright.  This isn’t like what happened to members like Suri; Carnelian had friends in high places.  As I said earlier, the Society needs to appease those at the top to make sure things function smoothly.  That’s why I held the vote.  If the voted to excommunicate him, great.  Problem solved.  If they didn’t, then that meant I would need something more concrete.  An unambiguous display of Society rule-breaking that no other Master, not even high-society ones, could dispute.  A Master attacking another Master within the walls of the Society itself is not only unambiguous, it taps into their fear.  They might not care as much about slaves, but they care about themselves.  No Master would defend such an action.  Thus when I gave the order to excommunicate Carnelian, there was no resistance.  I just needed the right pony for the job.”

“And you picked me, because you knew about my empathic abilities.” Copper completed her explanation.

“Precisely.”

“But how did you know?  I’ve never told anyone about my powers.”

“I’m not going to reveal all my secrets, but the short explanation is that you’re not the only one with mind magic.  I use spells to detect the inner thoughts and desires of other ponies.  That’s how I’m able to determine who would make good candidates for the Society. When I first met you, I searched your thoughts and picked up on your abilities.  I’ve known about you for quite some time.”

“So you’ve had me under your thumb all this time.” Copper chuckled to himself.

“Does it really matter?  We both got what we wanted in the end.  Besides, it’s not like you weren’t also playing the manipulation game.  I’ve known about your under-the-table business dealings as well.  Your thoughts, you hanging out with business partners within Carnelian’s inner circle, your shipping routes suddenly changing to accommodate Steelshoes Industries, everything.”

“You analyzed me that thoroughly?” Copper questioned, flabbergasted by the scope of Schorl’s information.

Does she keep track of all members this way?  How much has she been tracking?  

“As I told you before, I have access to secrets beyond any other member.  I’m holding all the cards.  It was a good plan, all things considered.  I just wished you had handled it better.”

“How could I have handled it better?”

“Your lack of patience hurts you.  I told you to wait for an opportunity.  Thankfully, you did take it when it presented itself, but you put yourself through a lot of unnecessary trouble.”

“Lack of patience?  I had spent nearly two years on it!”

“And yet you continued engaging in arguments with Carnelian that entire time.  It was already apparent that he wasn’t going to change, and you already had a plan in place to topple his throne, so why keep up the bickering?  Why not hang back and wait for your plan to come to fruition? I wasn’t lying when I said I found your arguments tiresome.  All arguing did was make other members see you as a killjoy and boosted Carnelian’s social status as the ‘proper, kind-mannered Master that gets bullied by the wet blanket.’  

"That’s one thing Carnelian did better than you. His air of politeness made him more appealing.  You lack patience.  Those empathic abilities of yours are useful, but the weakness is that you’ve become so dependent on using them that you think with your emotions first, which makes you impulsive.  That’s one of the reasons why it was so easy for me to manipulate you.  All I did was wait for an opportunity to present itself. Then I made you frustrated and pointed you in his direction, then like a bee to a flower you instinctually set out to get to him.”

Unbelievable.  She was thinking this far ahead all this time.

Copper laid back in his chair, taking it all in. He sighed.  “So now what?”

“Business continues as usual until the next opportunity presents itself.”  Schorl stated matter-of-factly.  “This was a thorn in my side for some time and now I’ve finally put an end to it.  Time to clean up the mess and focus on bigger projects.  Is there anything else you needed?”

Copper thought about it for a moment.  “What’s your plan for Carnelian’s ownership?”

Carnelian groaned into his gag and Schorl smiled.




“Twenty-eight!  Twenty-nine! Thirty!”

The sound of the cane slapping across the unicorn gimp’s left asscheek reverberated around the room.  It was hard to notice under the dark orange fur, but the stallion’s ass had definitely turned a bright shade of red.  The poor ex-Master could do nothing but quietly moan into his gag as pain surged through his body with each successive strike.

Copper stopped his onslaught and took a step back to examine his work.  He was in another private room in the Society and was now in the process of breaking in his newly acquired slave.  Carnelian was still in the latex attire he had been wearing in Schorl’s office, but his predicament had changed.  Instead of being locked into a device that made him a living lamp, he was now in a more traditional form of bondage.  Chains from the ceiling attached to cuffs on his wrist and kept his arms fully extended above his head.  He was suspended roughly a foot off the ground.  His hooves were shackled together and another set of chains attached to the floor connected to them.  Both the chains from the floor and ceiling pulled at his body, keeping his form straight, as if he was diving into a swimming pool.  Simple, but effective.  He could lurch his torso around somewhat, but was otherwise held in place.

The crotch zipper for his suit remained opened to allow access to his fun bits.  His exposed ass made for an excellent caning session.  A large buttplug had been lodged into his hole.  It needed to be stretched out a bit for future use. Copper had removed all the toys that had been attached to his cock and balls.  As fun as they were, he needed no obstructions for what was coming up.

Copper walked away from the unicorn to grab something off a table that held all manner of kinky toys and devices.  Carnelian was still blindfolded and couldn’t see what he’d picked up. The latex clad pony suddenly felt something slip around his muzzle.  The strong scent of rubber pierced his nose.  He couldn’t see it, but it was a rubber gas mask with a breathing hose that extended about a foot in length.  The only air coming to the unicorn was from that hose.

“By the way, this is the proper way to breathplay,” Copper lectured to the ex-Master.  He squeezed the tube tightly, cutting off the bound pony’s oxygen.  “This way, there’s no risk of neck injuries like with strangulation.”

Copper positioned himself to the unicorn’s side, allowing him to get a view of the gimp’s right ass cheek.  Gripping the breathing hose in his right hand and the cane in his left he said, “You’re still uneven.  I only did your left side.  Let’s go for thirty more!  I’ll let you breathe when we’re done.  One!”

SLAP!  Carnelian yelped into his gag as best he could.  Thirty strikes before he could breathe again?  He couldn’t make that.  Each strike made him groan in pain, causing him to lose a bit of air in his lungs each time.  Inhaling did nothing but recycle his old, moist exhaled breath.  There was no fresh air to relieve the burning sensation that was building in his chest.  His heart was racing.  He could feel the lack of air getting to him.  His body instinctually struggled to escape his bonds.

SLAP!

“Twelve!  Oh, come on! Don’t struggle!  All you’re doing is eating up more oxygen.  We’re not even halfway there!”

SLAP!

Carnelian was reaching his limit.  The fire in his lungs had become unbearable.  His chest heaved as he tried to inhale.  But there was nothing to breathe in.  

SLAP!

“Eighteen!”

The pain was fading and being replaced with fogginess.  His mind became hazy.  He was losing track of time.

SLAP!

“Twenty-two!”   

Dizziness.

SLAP!  

“Twenty-five!”  

He could feel himself slipping away.  He tried to vainly inhale one last time, and was greeted with a rush of cool, clean air. His mind sparked back to life as he gulped breath after breath, taking in as much as he could.  He chest was expanding and deflating rapidly beneath the confines of his latex suit as he made deep, but fast, breaths.

Copper had let go of the breathing hose.  He knew Carnelian would never have lasted the full length.  His empathic abilities allowed him to cheat a bit with breathplay.  He could sense the state of someone’s mind.  He knew when someone consciousness was fading, and could time it just right to where they reach the edge of passing out without fully crossing the line. He had complete control.

“Not a fan, huh?  At least now you have a taste of what Cane Sugar felt.  How does it feel knowing you’re essentially lower on the totem pole than her now?”

“mmmmmmnnnn…”

“I figured you’d say that,” Copper chuckled.  “You only made it up to twenty-seven.  I’m adding another ten because you didn’t last.  Take another deep breath, we’ve got thirteen more.”

At hearing “thirteen” the unicorn tried to inhale as hard as he could for the inevitable onslaught only for it to be cut off halfway through as Copper squeezed the hose again.

SLAP!

“Twenty-eight!”

The process continued.  The lowered amount of strikes made it easier to keep himself from slipping.  The issue this time was that pain.  With the dizziness of the previous caning, he lost focus on how much his ass was stinging because he was trying to stay conscious.  Having been given a chance to breathe and let his blood flow properly, his nerves were starting up again.  And they were on fire.

SLAP!

“Forty!”

Letting go of the hose, Copper watched the unicorn fall limp in his suspension as he sucked in fresh air once more.  He decided to have a bit of fun and not do anything for five full minutes. He stood still and watched.

As Carnelian started breathing normally again, he became confused.  Nothing was happening.  No more strikes from the cane.  His air wasn’t being cut off.  He couldn’t hear any movement or voices anymore.  What was happening?  It’s possible that maybe Copper left to either get something else while he wasn’t paying attention or was taking a break.  At least that gave him a chance to rest himself.

SMACK!

Copper gave the unicorn a bare hand slap on the gimp’s tender ass.  The unicorn leaped in his bonds in a mixture of surprise and pain.  The chains jingled around his arms as he desperately tried to rub his ass to try and soothe the pain.  But that was impossible.  He had no choice but to ride out the pain.  Copper had waited for him to let his guard down so earth pony Master could get a good hit in.

Copper walked back over to the table to grab a few new things.  “Alright, let’s try something a bit more pleasurable.”

Copper grabbed the unicorn’s exposed cock and began stroking it.  With slow pumping motions, Copper slid his hand up and down the shaft, occasionally circling the head of the cock with his thumb. It didn’t take long for it to engorge in his grip.  The unicorn felt Copper’s hand let go of his throbbing erection and heard a buzzing noise. His body convulsed as he felt strong vibrations against the head of his penis, far stronger than the slow strokes of Copper’s hand.  Copper was using a vibrating wand to aid in the stimulation.  He guided the wand all along the unicorn’s phallus, testing every millimeter for particularly sensitive areas.  Eventually he resumed stroking the stallion with his right hand while also using the wand with his left, the two working in tandem to push the unicorn gimp over the edge.  

It was clearly working.  Precum was oozing slightly out of the tip.  Copper decided to pick up the pace.  His began to stroke at a faster pace while turning the vibration on the wand to its maximum setting.  The burning pleasure was taking over the unicorn.  The previous torture was starting to feel like a distant memory as his mind focused on the building arousal rising through his cock.  The pressure was becoming too much for him to handle.  He finally released, sending multiple spurts of jizz onto the concrete floor.  

He rode a wave of pleasure, his mind awaiting the post-orgasm bliss that he was accustomed to.  But the relief never came.  Instead he felt something else entirely.  Copper hadn’t stopped.  And now the pleasure was rapidly turning into discomfort.

The thing about male orgasms is that they’re typically one full burst, followed by a post-orgasm refractory period.  Usually the male halts their body and lets their mind relax into a calm state.  However, the penis is incredibly sensitive post-orgasm.  Especially around the head.  The nerve endings are still on full alert.

Stimulating a cock after an orgasm creates a sensation that’s difficult to describe.  Imagine your mind lying down on a soft cloud.  But just before approaching a serene rest, you’re zapped repeatedly by bolts of lightning.  No chance for rest or relief, just being repeatedly zapped with seemingly no end in sight.

This was the predicament Carnelian found himself in.  His sensitive member was being assaulted by unending vibrations. His mind was overloading.  He had no thoughts other than trying to escape whatever was tormenting his twitching cock.  He was in no position to do so.  Lurching his body around with what little movement his bondage allowed him wasn’t working.  Copper was keeping his cock gripped tightly in his right hand while pressing the vibrating wand against the head.  

The best part about this for Copper was that he could also feel the sensations of pleasure his slave felt.  His empathic abilities allowed him to feel any pleasure he dished out to his submissives.  Unlike Carnelian, Copper could control how much of it he felt, sort of like how one is able to change the water flow on a sink.

What felt like an hour of torture was in reality only about ninety seconds. Copper had finally backed away from his gimp’s privates and took enjoyment out watching the unicorn’s ragged breathing.

Carnelian was desperately trying to gain his bearings.  This was too much.  The humiliation, the torture, the nonstop arousal, all of it.  To have so much bear down on him in a single day was breaking his psyche.  He had always known about the breaking procedures of Society slaves, but only now did he truly understand the insidious nature of the process.  There was no resistance he could put up.  His dominant personality could not save him. He be broken down and then put back together again like countless slaves before him.  There was nothing to do but accept his position and hope for mercy.

Carnelian felt something press up against the tube to this gag.  A cool liquid poured through and hit the back of his tongue.  He had no choice but to gulp it down.  He was filled with dread as he caught the sweet taste.  He knew what this was and what it meant.  It was passion fruit.  It didn’t take long for his flaccid cock to become hard once more.

“Let’s go for round two!  This time I think I’ll mix in some breathplay along with the post-orgasm torture!”

Tears began welling up in the unicorn gimp’s eyes as the drops slipped through the space between his suit and the blindfold.  The tears sparkled a bit as they reflected light, sliding down he smooth polished surface of latex.

“I wouldn’t complain much if I were you.  These are the last cock orgasms you’re ever going to get.  After this, I’m getting you fitted for a chastity cage. A spiked one.”

That wasn’t entirely true.  Copper would probably let him have another cock orgasm at some point.  A year, maybe.  If he behaved himself.

“But don’t worry about that.  We’ve still got another hour left this session.”

The ex-unicorn Master could do nothing but groan and accept his new fate.