The Hunt
The city of Manehatten is perhaps the best place in all Equestria to find what your heart longs for. Nowhere else within the country can a pony, or any other creature for that matter, find as many stores catering to so many desires. Just by trotting down a single street a pony will pass by several boutiques, restaurants, furniture stores, and so much more. There are clubs where ponies can party all night long or where they can slip a few bits into the thong of their preferred dancer. Meeting places to help with the nervous first date or (for those who don’t want to hop on a train to Hollow Shades) just running into somecreature offering to give you the night of our life for the right price. Whatever your tastes, your odds of finding it are far greater here.
That was certainly true for Scarlett Marmalade, owner of the Bloody Noir Boutique, as she bid adieu to her latest customer. As she turned around, her eyes fell upon the mannequins that dotted the main floor which showed off her own gothic fashion for both stallions and mares alike while the walls were lined with racks where her latest designs were held. In the back were four changing rooms whose doors were made of black iron gates with blood red cloth covering them so ponies could change with privacy. Then there was the feature that made it so that she had to own this brownstone in the downtown area: twin spiral stairways that lead to an open second story! From what the realtor had told her, this place had once been a bookstore owned by a pegasus who had wanted to be able to fly up to the second story without any hassle. As such, each stairway led to a wooden walkway of polished dark oak. Then, in the middle of the room, was a bridge that connected these two walkways. It was up there where Scarlett kept all of her older and discounted fashions.
Opening her wings, Scarlett took off and flew up towards the second floor where her customer had spent much of her time. When she landed, she found the spot to be in slight disarray with some of the dresses out of order on the rack while a few others were draped over the railing. Yet another reason she was glad for this open second floor: it allowed her to spot things like this much easier.
“Dear, dear,” sighed Scarlett as she moved to clean up before her next client came through those doors. As she picked up one of the hangers with her teeth, she spotted herself in one of the nearby mirrors. Today she was wearing a blood red dress that covered most of her body and hiding her cutie mark: a lace shaped heart. The back of her dress was frilled with a deep shade of red on her flank before becoming the same shade as the rest of her gown and ending with black lace. The shoulders of her gown were slightly puffed to give it a slightly old fashioned look while around her neck was a matching red choker. This helped her pale white coat stand out more without clashing with her white, leathery wings. Her yellow slitted eyes moved to her dark brown mane which was tied up in the back like a ponytail while still having enough mane to flow down past her tuffed ears.
Well, aren’t I the vampony, she laughed inside her own head as she brought one of her gowns onto the rack careful not to let her fangs puncture the fabric. For a brief moment, Scarlett felt the urge to stop what she was doing and pose in front of the mirror. Perhaps draping a wing under her lower face as she gave her reflection a seductive look. That thought nearly caused her to drop the gown in her laughter. Yet she fought back this urge…for now at least. Finish putting all this away first then goof off in front of the mirror. I certainly am not helping stomp out all those nasty rumors that thestrals are blood drinkers by looking like this. Might as well place me on the cover of one of those horror novels. But who cares? After all, I AM a Mistress of the Night. Might as well look the part. Besides, this has far more dignity than being seen with a mango always under my fangs!
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at such a silly thought, Scarlett’s focus returned to the matter at hoof. Still the irony of the situation wasn't lost on her in the slightest. For the longest time, her tribe had worked to try and stomp out rumors that they were savage blood drinkers. Creatures of nightmares and horror. Yet here she was, a thestral making fashion that catered to the dark and gothic who even dressed in the manner that they assumed. Some ponies who entered her store seemed convinced that everything she sold was authentic thestral attire! Hey, at least she was making a sizable profit out of it. Sure she wasn’t as big as Prim Hemline or Rarity, yet there was no shortage of bits in her bank account.
As Scarlett returned the last dress to its proper place, her ears began to twitch as the door opened. Slowly Scarlett turned, ready to head down the stairs so that she could make a grand entrance befitting a customer of her humble store. Yet when her eyes fell on the pony who entered those orbs began to twinkle with mischief.
“Hello,” called out the pony as Scarlett moved closer to the wall so as to not be seen. Grinning, the mare brought herself as close to the ground as she could before slowly moving along the walkway towards the front of the store. Her heart began to speed up while her ears focused on the sounds below her. She could hear the clip clops of the pony on the lower floor as he moved deeper into the store. A few more times he called out, calling her by name only to be met with silence.
When she could no longer move forward Scarlett brought herself to her full height before looking down, making sure to keep herself within the shadows as she did so. There, looking about, was an arctic blue pegasus. From where she stood, she could see that his coat also had bits of white in it like some of the middle feathers in his wings and around his muzzle. The stallion’s mane and tail were brown with stripes with tan stripes running through them. His mane stood up in the front, almost to a point, while being tied up in the back thanks to a blue band. A similar band was at the end of his tail which looked a little more poofy than your average tail. A blue bandanna was tied neatly around the stallion’s neck and there was a small beard on his chin.
Grinning, Scarlett opened her wings to glide silently yet quickly to the ground. As her guest moved towards the stairs, still calling out, the thestral touched the ground with just enough force to make the slightest of noises before swiftly moving across the floor using her wings to propel her faster than her hooves could ever do on their own. Her destination was right behind one of her mannequins whose dress was large enough for her to hide behind.
“What was that?!?” cried the stallion, alarm in his voice. Despite not being able to see him, Scarlett’s ears could tell her everything she needed to know. She could hear the rustle of his wings extend while the darling stallion began to take deep breaths. The clip clopping of his hooves had become more rapid, yet the noise was not coming closer to her nor further away. Most likely he was turning around to look for the source or just jittering uncontrollably. Simply wonderful.
As the clatter of noise continued for another moment, Scarlett paused to inhale the air. While thestrals didn’t have an increased sense of smell, she was able to pick up little things in the air. Like the light scent of hard cider and ale as well as sweat. While it wasn’t much, the mixture was wonderful for it reminded her of very pleasant memories.
Scarlett peeked out from behind the dress, just a little as the noise began to die down. Now she could see that the stallion was breathing normally as he moved his eyes back and forth. It was downright adorable the way he stood there, scanning the room for any threats while he made himself a target. All he had to do was back up and limit the number of directions his foe could come from and he would have a much better chance. Alas, such thoughts were missing as he remained rooted to that spot. So Scarlett waited where she was until her prey looked in the opposite direction, leaping across the room towards the back where the stairs were as quickly as she could (as well as quietly) to hide behind another mannequin. Only a slight whoosh could be heard, but it was not enough for the stallion's ears to pick up on it.
Now Scarlett was on her hind legs, for this mannequin’s dress wasn’t as large as the previous. She waited there, listening to her prey as he began to walk with trembling hooves towards the door. More than once he called out her name in a shaky tone before voicing that he could just come back later. Oh, that slightly dampened Scarlett’s smile. That simply wouldn’t do. No, no, no. Scarlet was having too much fun. But, perhaps, she had taken this game a little too far. And what was the point of a game when not everyone was enjoying themselves?
Silently, Scarlett opened her white leathery wings before bending her hind legs to take to the air. After making a loop de loop the thestral mare could see that her target had his back towards her as he stumbled towards the door. Nothing gave away that he had noticed her and his face was focused on the door. Poor colt, he should have learned by now to always watch his back. That way nopony can sneak up on you. At least, they’ll have a harder time. Like she was doing right flew, gliding through the air towards him. Before he got too close to the door she was above him, her dress drifting along his back and her tongue licking her lips as she focused on his neck. The stallion began to turn his head, but he was too slow and it was far too late. Her lips made contact with their target.
And she gave him a loud, wet kiss on the neck.
The stallion cried out in shock, jumping to the side and landing several feet away from Scarlett who daintily landed on ground where the stallion had been standing. Now out in the open, she looked at him with half lidded eyes and the slightest of grins as she observed the state he was in. Once more the stallion was panting rapidly, wings fully erect at his side with a few feathers falling out. His tail had gone rigid while a few hairs on his flank began to rise. Looking at his eyes, Scarlett could see that they had dilated but were quickly returning to normal. She also noted, much to her pleasure, that there was movement coming from between his legs. Despite how scared he seemed, his erection told her how much he had enjoyed this.
Then, he pointed at her with his hoof while his wings covered his chest. “You,” he began. “I was…Why would you? Don’t you think?”
“My Dear,” purred Scarlett as she approached the stallion. “Please, calm down and finish your sentences. Though I don’t know why you’re so worked up this time. It’s not the first time I’ve hunted you like an animal.”
“Those times were different,” said the stallion, one Galactic Moonshine. He eyed her as a hoof went to his neck right above where his bandanna lay as if to touch something that wasn’t there. “Those times I consented.”
“Ohh,” cooed Scarlett as she approached Galactic. Once she was close enough the mare brought one of her wings up to stroke Galactic’s cheek, feeling its warmth and his sweat as she did so. Scarlett could also feel the bristles of his bread lightly pricking against her webbing. Such a satisfying feeling. “So sorry about that My Dear. I was just having a little fun, that’s all. No harm intended, none at all.” As she spoke her wing began to move downwards past his neck before beginning to trace down Galactic’s chest. “To be honest, I didn’t think you would mind. From where I’m standing you seemed to have enjoyed yourself. Isn’t that right My Dear?”
Galactic’s eyes widened at that while his cheeks flushed. Now Scarlett’s wing was close to his leg, ready to reach underneath and touch his erection. To feel it pulsing around her wing, its heat radiating. Yet she did not. Instead, Scarlett pulled her wing away as she slowly walked away. Her ears picked up the slightest of whines coming from her stallion. Still walking she looked over her shoulder to see the look on his face, a mixture of relief that she wasn’t going to continue with a mix of wanting more. Oh, it was so cute to see his naughty and nice sides clashing! Thankfully from this distance she could see that his raging stallion meat was beginning to return to its sheath. A good thing for now since she didn’t know how they would explain it to the next customer who trotted in here.
And speaking of customers…
“But you are right, I shouldn’t have done that” said Scarlett as she turned to face him again. “Not after delivering that splendid outfit I created for Ghastly Shadows.”
Galactic shook his head slightly, as if coming out of a trance. Perhaps he had been listening to the angle and devil on his shoulder. Or his eyes had been roaming. “It was no problem ma’am,” he said at last. “It was slow at the bar anyways, won’t pick up until everypony clocks out for the night. And if there was a sudden rush, I asked Ice Chest to send me a message. Thank Celestia that mare knows messaging magic.” Galactic then tilted his head a little. “Still don’t know why Ghastly couldn’t just pick up his own stuff though.”
“Oh, some of my customers are like that,” replied Scarlett with a wave of her wing. “They take that whole ‘dark creature of the night’ thing too seriously. Not wanting to be seen walking down the street in the daytime unless it’s a dark, cloudy day. Or rainstorms. Hmm, come to think of it, they also visit me more in the winter. Funny, isn’t it? Still, they do pay very well, so I might as well be as accommodating to them as I can.” Scarlett then shot a glance back towards the checkout counter where a kirin mare should have been. “Normally, I’d have my staff do it. But alas the poor dear called in sick.”
“Well, he seems like he could afford it,” replied Galactic as he rolled his eyes. “Did you know that Ghastly has a permanent thundercloud above his house? He had to put down some serious bits to get that. Not to mention having the pegasi coming over to add some extra lightning bolts! And the tombstones in his front yard. Those things were real! Then there are the trained spiders he got to help him put up webbings all across his yard. It’s a wonder the city hasn’t decided to condemn his house yet!”
Scarlett let out a laugh at that. “Because they know it's all cosmetic. The house itself is still fine.”
“I wonder,” snorted Galactic. “The inside was nearly pitch black. No lights, candles, or even fireflies to see where he’s going! Did he run out of bits to pay the electric bill or-”
“As long as he pays me, I really don’t care how he spends his free time,” interrupted Scarlett. “If he wants to walk around in the dark, it's his choice. Besides, we have better things.”
“Oh?” asked Galactic as he raised his eyebrow again. Only now there was a slight smile on his face, no doubt caused by the tone Scarlett had used.
“Indeed My Dear,” replied Scarlett with a nod. Slyly she approached the stallion, flicking her tail at him as she moved past. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that his ears had perked. Like a dog expecting a treat for doing a good job. And, while he did do a good job (a very, very good job), there was a time and place for everything. Something that she, as much as she didn’t want to, needed to remind him. “We both have our own jobs to do for the day. Pretty soon, business will soon be picking up for both of us.” At that, Galactic let out a groan of disappointment. Scarlet turned her head to look at him, seeing his shoulders slumped and head downward.
“I…You’re right,” said Galactic after another heavy sigh. “It’s going to be busy. You know, payday and all. Lots of creatures out there with extra bits they want to spend.” He then let out another sigh, his wings drooping a bit as he did so. “I might have to work the bar while the rest of my staff is out serving tables. I guess I should be thankful to get out for the chance to get out for a bit and get some fresh air.”
With a sly smile Scarlett moved around him, like a shark circling its tasty prey. Oh yes, a very tasty prey indeed. “Well, do try not to tire yourself out too much,” she said, pausing besides him. Now their wings were pressed against each other as she leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Because, tonight, you’re going to need all your energy for the ‘thank you’ I have in store Within The City.”
Later that night, Scarlett found herself walking through the Clocktower Society in the direction of The City. Tonight she was still draped in her gown, looking as fashionable as ever with only one exception: her mask. Her black mask, which she kept within her locker within the Society, clung nicely to her face. Shaped like a bat, it was bordered blue and purple to show she was a dom who enjoyed both sexes while around her eye holes were orange engravings of her cutie mark. This mark proudly proclaimed to everycreature there that she enjoyed the more forceful forms of domination.
Her wing held in it a leash attached to the collar around Galactic’s neck which had replaced the bandanna. Like with her mask, the collar was black along with a dark blue and purple border. There was also an orange band on the collar, making him as one who role played an unwilling sub. One who would resist his dom for as long as he could. Completing the collar was a personalized padlock shaped like Scarlett’s cutie mark which dangled in the front. But that wasn’t the only thing he was wearing. Hoof cuffs had been attached to his legs with the same coloration as his collar. There was a band tied to the end of his tail, holding the bell which was silent no matter how he moved.
I will never get used to this, thought Scarlett as she walked. Just by glancing about her, she could tell that she was in the minority for having a male sub. While she was not the sole female dom, seeing all these mares lead around by leashes attached to their nipples and clits was different. Far different than back in San Franciscolt. Thankfully no one here gave her any mind.
Eventually, their trot took the pair to the entrance of The City. The City was built on top of a massive peninsular outcrop within the cavern. From where she stood, Scarlett could see several of the massive skyscrapers rising up to dominate the area with the largest of them displaying a massive Clocktower logo on all four sides. Beneath those massive buildings Scarlett knew from past experiences that the City held so much more. Around those buildings were blocks of businesses containing restaurants and café’s where subs and doms could actually go to for refreshments, all sorts of businesses like the ones found in Manehatten that were actually stocked, and even a hospital. The hospital was not a rest area like one might think, but instead another area for kink play to take place. The real rest areas were marked all throughout the area so that nocreature was too far away from one. Then, along the outskirts, were residential areas like apartment buildings and ranch style homes. All of that was neatly bundled into this one nice area of the Society.
Seeing it made Scarlett lick her lips in anticipation. Within every building of The City were play rooms full of all sorts of equipment, neatly supplied for all your needs and desires. Even the sewer system (and yes, this place did have one) had separate areas laid out so you could drag your prey down and carry out whatever you had planned! Or you could just make use of the surrounding area. She had heard of ponies who brought their subs to an office building to take them over a table within a boardroom, writing degrading things over their bodies. Ponies who dragged their prey into a broom closet, using the specially created materials (made by the Society of course) to have their fun. Not to mention all the dom and subs who had their fun right there in the streets, tying the subs to a fence or a bench before having their way with them where everyone could see! It was the reason that she and Galactic would visit this Society location. If only they could have something like this in San Franciscolt. But, alas, it was not meant to be.
Scarlett stopped before the gates where two archways were situated. On one side was a blue archway with a large mask on the top with the opposite being colored red with a collar on top of it. In front of them another thestral with a brown coat and mane leading a unicorn sub with glasses approached the archways. The thestral allowed his sub to pass through the red gate where she instantly vanished, teleported to a random place within the City. He then paused for a moment, as if mentally counting down before he too entered an archway, the blue one this time. Now those two would be given a proper chase, one with no cheap tricks like waiting to ambush the other at the front gate.
With a small smile, Scarlett turned to her sub and brought her lips close to his ear. “Make this exciting for me My Dear,” she whispered while undoing his leash. “Run and evade me for as long as you can. Resist me for as long as you are capable. Do this for me and a great reward shall be yours.” As that last word left her lips, Scarlett pulled away to see the look in Galactic’s eyes. The hope and longing was just so darn adorable. Still… “But know this: fail to satisfy me and there will be consequences. I know your limits better than any pony out there, so I’ll know if you’re not giving it your all. Do you understand slave?”
“Y-Yes mistress,” stammered Galactic with a slight nod of his head. His body trembled slightly, only ceasing when Scarlett extended her wing to lightly touch his chin.
“Very good,” she cooed, feeling the bristles of his beard once again. “Now, be a good little slave and test your bell.” Galactic didn’t say a word nor did he move a muscle. Not even his tail. Yet his bell still rang out for them to hear. “Very good My Dear. Very good indeed. Now go.”
Moments later, both dom and sub had gone through the archways. In a flash of light, Scarlett left the hard metal walkway and soon touched soft sand. Looking around, she found herself in the middle of a playground within the residential area. Only this place seemed more suited for adults based on the size of the playground equipment. Larger in size, the equipment had features far more appropriate for adults. For example, all of the swings had been replaced with sex swings while many of the other equipment had dildo’s coming out of the seats. Then, lying near the bushes, was a very cheap looking schoolmare’s uniform. The outfit looked like it had been ripped off by, and judging by the hoof marks, a yak! Sniffing the air, Scarlett could detect the faint scent of sex. No doubt there had been some fun occurring around here. But the lack of noise told her that whoever had been here had moved their fun elsewhere. Well, no matter. As tempting as it was, she wasn’t here to watch. No, she was here to hunt!
After seeing that she was alone, Scarlett turned towards the towering building in the distance before flapping her wings to take to the air. As she rose up she noticed that there were others in the air as well. At eye level Scarlett caught a glimpse of a changeling dom buzzing around while scanning the ground below. With a quick glance above she noticed two figures high in the air in what might be a chase. One was a pegasus with the other being a griffon that was right on the pegasus’ tail.
Ignoring all of that, Scarlett flew toward the center of the City in the hopes that she could find her adorable pet. But first the thestral mare flew over an area that reminded her of an industrial park. A dirty area whose alleyways were littered with trash which spiraled in the air every time the wind blew. Around each of the factories were chain linke fences which separated the streets and alleyways from the wagon/cart parking lots. The parking lots were, of course, empty right now with the factories looking deserted for the moment as their smoke stacks stood like silent pillars. Every once in a while Scarlett would spot a dom in the middle of a chase down the streets and alleyways. Other times she caught a glimpse of the pair in the middle of their fun, the sub tied down or to something as the dom took charge. There were even a few being dragged into the factories, kicking and screaming all the way but not once did they shout out a safety word or ring their bell. She was almost tempted into taking a peek inside the building to see what was going to happen for…inspiration. Almost.
After ten minutes or so of flying, Scarlett made her way into the heart of the City. She flew just above the roofs of the building, scanning everything below her. Trotting on the streets were the cutest little subs doing their best to look calm, yet even from where she was Scarlett could see they were nervous. The slight twitching of the ears, the hesitation before walking near an alley, they way they peaked at every alleyway and doorway. They knew they were going to be hunted within this concrete jungle. Only a few trotted around carefree like fools.
It was when she was flying over a scene in progress that Scarlett finally spotted something. Below was a red collared griffon, tied up by hoof (claw?) cuffs as she hung from a street lamp. In front of her was a unicorn dom who held a pipe in his magic grasp. Using the eagle eye function of her mask, Scarlett could easily spot the Clocktower symbol on the pipe as well as getting some details on the object. Apparently, a spell had been cast on it to prevent germs and other grime from sticking onto it while allowing mare juice and other sexual fluids to remain on. The griffon was twisting herself as she tried to fight back from the dom as he ran the pipe back and forth against her cunt. While looking like a delicious scene, something she would need to remember for a future discussion with Galactic, it wasn’t what caught her attention. From around a nearby corner from where the scene was taking place was Galactic! He was sticking his head out a little too far around a corner. And shame on him for not looking up! That stallion should know better by now.
Narrowing her eyes, Scarlett ascended a little higher in the air as she watched her sub scamper across the street. Slowly she followed him, keeping an eye on his movements. Galactic raced down the streets while making sure to stick as close to the walls as he could, only stopping after ducking into one of the dark alleyways. After a moment or two, Galactic would stick his head out to check and see if the coast was clear but never looking up. Once he thought it was safe, Galactic would repeat the process of running down the street to the next alleyway. If she had to guess, Scarlett had to assume that he was trying to make sure he stayed out of her sight. Well, that might have worked depending on the direction she was heading…but anything else just made him more visible. Then there was his seeming refusal to look up. Did he think that she would fly low?
Sighing a little, Scarlett flew over to the middle on the building before moving two alleyways ahead of where Galactic was heading. Once there, she calmly descended to the ground near the middle of the narrow path. It was dark there, the shadows blanketing her body allowing her to hide in the darkness. She kept still, keeping her breathing low as she waited. If Galactic remained on course, he would be here soon. Then, their chase would begin.
She did not have to wait long as Galactic’s head peaked in. Clearly he didn’t see her within the shadows as he entered the alleyway, soon turning his back towards her. While it was a nice flank, it was a little disappointing yet Scarlett did her best not to sigh. Instead she crept over to him, not making a sound as she did so. Her ears twitched, listening for every sound around to give her any advanced warning that he might be on to her. At first it seemed like their little game would be over before it even began and she would have to punish her poor stallion. That was at least until he turned his head to look behind him. It was something that looked casual and his eyes widened when he saw her in the darkness. Oh, what a good stallion he was to listen to that voice in the back of his head telling him that somecreature was staring at him from behind. So wonderful.
His actions were on point. Quickly Galactic opened his wings and zoomed off into the air, flying as fast as he could. Scarlett paused only long enough to lick her lips before flying off after him. She knew she was the slower of the two, that thestrals were naturally slower than pegasi unless they went through rigorous training. Not that Scarlett had any such training nor did she try to catch up, instead flying at a steady pace near the ground while looking up at Galactic as he soared further and further away towards the industrial section of the City. Using the special feature of her mask, she was able to zoom in on her sub to see that he was every now and then sparing a moment to look back. However, while she could see him Scarlett doubted that he could still see her. And that would be her advantage in all of this.
With a grin, Scarlett glided right at the next intersection and then a left at the one that followed. Flapping her wings, she rose up above the building to see that Galactic was descending down towards one of the factories. Even as he did this, the dom noticed that he was still checking behind him. Not that it would do him much good from this angle.
After disengaging her mask’s eagle eye feature, Scarlett glided towards the factory while staying at roof level. When she got close she moved from rooftop to rooftop, checking the surrounding area for any signs of Galactic before moving on while also ignoring the other couples and their actions. This was hard as more couples had moved into this area since she had last been here. One time, as she peaked through a window, she spotted a red collared sub chained to a conveyor belt as her griffon dom toyed with her. At another location in the wagon parking lot, a female kirin domme was in the middle of tying up her own pegasus who squealed delightfully through her ropes. At one point Scarlett nearly slipped from a puddle of mare cum from a sub whose dom had decided to take their fun to the roof, hogtying her so she laid there helplessly while he played with her body. Her fellow dom noticed this, breaking the scene momentarily to make sure she was ok. A touching gesture and thankfully she was ok.
After several minutes into the case, Scarlett finally found signs of her prey. From her position on the roof she saw in one of the nearby wagon parking lots was a feather that matched Galactic’s. And not too far from that was a double door that was slightly open. Scarlett read the scene with suspicion as Galactic had used this trick before in their hunts to throw her off the trail, making her waste time searching a random home or building while he builds distance between them.
Scarlett’s eyes narrowed as she considered what was before her. It seemed so obvious that Galactic was trying to get her to think he was inside. But, then again, he knew that she was all too familiar with this ploy. Meaning he could have set this all up so that she would think it was a trick and fly away while he hid here. Slowly she turned her attention to the rest of the building. It stood at least three stories tall, made of steel with the only windows being at the top. Those windows were narrow, rectangular things that one could only peak out from. But the roof had something interesting. There were rows on top of the building, like small metal hills. She knew that these were vents that opened up to allow the hot air to escape the building and help cool the employees. Something she could use to her benefit.
Opening her wings up once more, Scarlett took off and glided to the other roof. As she quietly landed, Scarlett took note that she didn’t see anycreature nor did she hear the soft moans or whimpers of those having their fun. Meaning she was all alone up here. Luck also seemed to be on her side as the vents were open with enough space for a buffalo to easily slide in. Grinning, Scarlett moved to peak down through the opening peer inside. The inside was dark as all of the lights were turned off, but the artificial light from the outside would be enough for even a non-thestral to see the assembly line on the ground floor. Stations were set up to show where everypony was supposed to stand with large metal crates full of what appeared to be random objects. Most likely discounted sex toys from the Society. Close to the walls were long chains that hung from the roof with control pads nearby them. And close to those pads were fully stocked play areas that made her mouth water. Each one had a different type of restraining device like a metal, padded X or poles with leather straps to hold a creature down. Then, on either side, were tables littered with whips, crops, dildos, vibrators, blindfolds, and more. Everything one might need for a session!
Looking up, Scarlett saw that there was a railing set between the main floor and the ceiling that lead around the building. A few short chains hung from it, making Scarlett wonder what sort of kinky fun some ponies had with these. Then, on the way back, was what appeared to be an office. The office stood out as being dark and imposing, painted in a rusty red while being held up by four dark iron pillars as if to dominate everything. The only way to get up there without flying would be to walk the spiraling stairways on either side. Had this been a real factory, the walkways would have been used by management to observe their employees without having to get down to their level.
And there, on the walkway, was Galactic. He was situated there in the middle with his eyes on the door, wings at the ready to take flight. Perhaps he had planned on using the vents of this building to make a quick getaway. But, alas, he seemed to have forgotten that she could use them as a way of getting to him. And there might be a way to trap him.
Scarlett’s eyes began to look around at the walls. It didn’t take her long to find a lone cord that ran from the roof down to a small box attached to the wall. Scarlett made a note of it before continuing to look for anything else that might control the vents. After finding nothing, Scarlett glided down silently towards the box while glancing over at her target. So far Galactic hadn’t moved an inch, he just kept staring at the door while his body seemed to relax a tad. Which was just perfect for her as landed, spotting what had to be the controls for the roof. It was a very simple key operated system with two positions labeled open and close. Right now the key was turned to the ‘open’ side.
With a grin on her face, Scarlett brought her hoof to the key and quickly turned it to ‘close’. As soon as she did, the thestral dom pulled the key out before opening her wings and gliding down to the ground below. In less than a second she tilted her wings enough so that her descent curved, allowing her to miss crashing into the ground and instead flying perpendicular to it. At the same time she could hear the vents begin to creak as they shut causing Galactic to turn his attention upwards. Her ears then picked up the sounds of his wings opening while his hooves clanged against the metal walkway. While she could no longer see him, Scarlett knew what he was doing: looking at the key box to see if she was still there.
When Scarlett got to the door, she flapped her wings to stop herself before gracefully landing on the ground. As the sound of hooves began to clamor widely against the railings Scarlett turned in time to see Galactic running over to the key box. Without needing to see the expression on his face, she could tell that he was scared. It was his heartbeat which she could just barely hear now over the sound of hoof on metal. His cute little heart was in a panic, beating quickly in order to drive him faster. So delicious.
“Well, My Dear I expected a bit better,” said Scarlett aloud, her voice easily carried throughout the entire building without much trouble. At her words Galactic stopped dead in his tracks, a tremble running through his body. Slowly he turned to look in her direction just as the vents finally finished closing bathing them in wonderful darkness. Now the only light shone through the small windows near the ceiling which was barely enough to allow a normal pony to see a few feet in front of them. But Scarlett, well, she was no normal pony for she could see him now just as easily as she could in the daytime. Her ears twitched as she could hear him backing up a few steps while his heart began to beat faster. She knew the last thing he had seen was her by the doorway, his only logical escape.
Opening her wings, Scarlett flew upwards while watching her little sub in the dark. He was now backing up slowly, his wings outstretched and feeling around. Perhaps there was a flicker of hope within him. That, if he could find the key box, he could open the vents allowing more light to shine in the building. Enough light to see where she was as well as to provide him with an additional escape.
Calmly Scarlett flew over to the railing in front of Galactic, making sure that she was out of his range of sight. Perhaps maybe ten or so feet. There she floated in the air, with her hooves under her chin as she watched him move back slowly as to not hurt himself. Bit by bit he moved while his lovely eyes darted back and forth, searching for any signs of her. Poor boy didn’t know it was already too late. But she enjoyed giving her sub that feeling of false hope. Right now she was in complete control and any resistance he was giving was at her leisure.
After another minute or two, Scarlett watched as Galactic’s wing came in contact with the key box. She could see his eyes widening with hope right before he turned around to face it. Then…
“No,” he whispered after reaching out a hoof to find the key missing. “No, no, no, no, no.” His whispers became more frantic with both hooves reaching around the box for the key. She could now see cold sweat appearing on his forehead as a look of utter panic filled his gaze. Not helped by what she did next.
As her stallion continued to freak out, Scarlett calmly moved behind him so that she was no longer over the railing. With a wicked smirk she leaned over to whisper “Yes,” right behind him. Galactic jumped high into the air, wings extended. As his hooves touched the ground, Scarlett flew down so that she was under the walkway and began to bang it from below in an attempt to make it sound like hoof steps coming towards him. A poor imitation she was sure, but it did the trick as Galactic was put into an even more panicked state. He lunged off the railing, wings outstretched so that he could control his fall better. She could also see that he was squinting his eyes, trying to see in the darkness with all his might in order to better survive this.
His trick sort of worked. Galactic came close to crashing into the conveyor belt, managing to avoid it at the last possible second. And when he landed, Galactic seemed to stumble a little and nearly went head first into the ground. Now he was a little wobbly but still trying to find his way to the door, placing a wing on the conveyor belt in order to better guide himself.
As for Scarlett, she knew that this little game had to come to an end. As a dom, it was her duty to know when to end their fun and games. While pegasi were used to crashing into things, he still could have seriously hurt himself. And that was something that she could not allow.
But not before she got one more wonderful scare out of her sub of course! Grinning, Scarlett flew downward past Galactic on the conveyor belt and landed near a bin full of the old sex toys. Without making a sound she laid down on the ground underneath the belt where she then waited for him. It was slow but she waited patiently for him to show up as she listened to his hoof steps as they came close as well as his ragged breathing. She knew he was looking around for her, no doubt wondering why she hadn’t grabbed him by now.
Then, when his rear hooves were right in front of her, Scarlett struck with the speed of a rattlesnake. Both of his hind legs were wrapped in her fore legs before pulling them back. She watched as Galactic fell onto his belly, waving his front hooves wildly in the air before. As he was then pulled under, Galactic let out a scream of horror before he was then silenced.