A short time ago, in the magical land of Equestria, two alicorn Princesses ruled with love and fairness. Their light spread all across Equestria each day and night, showering everypony with care. One day, however, in a far land, disaster struck and the refugees fled. They landed on Equestria’s shores, pretended to be our friends, our neighbors. Instead, they stabbed us in the back, placed collars around our necks, and plotted the fall of Equestria.

How do I know this? I was there from the start. I saw every dirty act they committed, every atrocity. They were swift, brutal; none of us stood a chance. And I? I was the first they collared. I watched as Lindisbarne fell pony by pony. My Master refused to let me have it anymore, but my name was…

Sunrise Splendor banged her head against the outdoor diner’s table, hoping that just maybe it would be forceful enough to knock her out. Across from her, her aunt Shining Prism rambled on about the various absolute nothings that happened within the town of Lindisbarne. As if the going ons of some middle-of-nowhere town concerned her. Who cared about some imaginary ghosts or imaginary creatures with horrifying visages and cruel horns several feet wide hiding in the woods? Or that ponies who decide to travel don’t return? Sunrise never wanted to return to this place, but it was where her family resided.

“Don’ let me get started on Iron Hooves and Blossom Scent. Those two just seem to be disaster walkin’. I hear he caused an accident aroun’ the mines, and when she got into it, the accident was far worse!”

The yellowish unicorn clunked her head against the table once again before brushing her sky-blue mane out of her eyes. Even the tables were backwater, made of rounded wooden planks. Was Prism still talking? If only Fancy Pants were around, or Glimmer Gem. Instead, Sunrise was alone in a backwater town with crazy relatives who had no sense of fashion, much less knew anything of the Canterlot lifestyle! One week down of her visit, three to go. Why Sunrise Splendor ever agreed to visiting this place every few years, the answered eluded her to this day. It had to be a moment of insanity, that was the only explanation.

Sunrise sat upright and slipped on her best smiling mask. “Oh, I must say, Auntie, that this all sounds so very interesting, unfortunately, I must…” Think, Sunrise. “...explore and see what changes have been wrought to the town, of course!” It wouldn’t fool anyone up in Canterlot, but this wasn’t Canterlot, now was it?

Shining Prism giggled and waved her hand, “Don’ worry, Sunny! I know jus how much you like seein’ the town when you get here! I’ll still be here when you get back.”

As casually as possible, Sunrise rose and smoothed down her dress. Even if she had to remain here for an entire month, it did not mean she could not bring a little taste of home with her. Despite her clothing being a right bitch to clean in a town like this. Everything but the center of town was a dirt road! “Yes, eheh, I’ll go see what’s happening in town center, Auntie. Besides, I’m not a filly anymore, don’t call me Sunny!” she replied. Dear Celestia, she hated that nickname.

Walking away from Prism, Sunrise made a face of disgust as a particularly wet patch of dirt stuck itself to her heel. At the same time, she cringed at hearing Prism bid her farewell and use that accursed name again. Scraping her heel against the grass, Sunrise headed through the streets toward the center of town, which really seemed a misnomer.

Town center could be called more a courtyard, with a wooden scaffold for speeches and announcements located right next to a fairly mundane public fountain. It didn’t have the usual statues, or in fact, any sort of the fancy artistic flair of the kind in Canterlot. Various stalls with ponies hawking their wares lay scattered around the outer edges, local farmers and fishermen taking up the vast majority, tool merchants, and the occasional miner or craftsman taking up the others. How quaint. It wasn’t helped by the fact the ‘center’ was more next to the docks than the center, giving a view of the ocean.

Something caught Sunrise’s eye for once, though. Trotting up, she noticed the mayor and his Council standing on the platform, a spyglass in his hands and a small crowd gathered around the base. She caught him saying, “-don’t appear to be hostile. They’re flying flags of peace. Certainly nothing from around here, though. I count about twenty-seven ships, a good many of them cargo in nature. Whatever they’re looking to trade, it must be important to have that many warships guarding them.”

Warships? Cargo? Great, another boring day it is, Sunrise thought to herself, resigning herself to the boring day-to-day life of Lindisbarne. Even the gossip was fairly benign and worthless!

“We aren’t expecting anything of that sort, though. Sea Foam, head to the warehouses, make sure we get all tradeables ready. Quill Ink, I want all the townsfolk gathered. I want the town prepared for a festival by evening, right about the time the traders pull in. Whatever those ships are guarding, it’s high value, and I want them to feel welcome enough to stay for a long while. Bring in the miners, foragers, and farmers, too, I want everyone here,” Top Knot explained, finishing with, “Seems we’ll have some excitement for the next month.”

Sunrise’s green eyes lit up and she smiled broadly. Festival? Excitement? AND a chance to meet foreigners? Finally! Celestia’s rays have shined upon her and her prayers. It may be a backwater festival, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself. Her heels clacking on the flat cobblestone of the courtyard, Sunrise ran off toward her lodging. She had to get ready and make sure to bring out her best dress. Not just that, but makeup, and of course her horn needed polishing!

How does a town this small have so many ponies? There has to be a good several hundred here! The sun lay low over the forest, while on the ocean, numerous ships lay anchored a good distance out, or even tied in at the docks. Sunrise stood on her tiphooves, attempting to look over the heads of the crowd in front of her. Her dress flourished around her, and her mane and tail lay in elaborate curls and spirals that took hours to get right! It’ll all be worth it, of course, when the first fun night of her self-imposed exile started.

All around her, the hushed whispers of numerous ponies were tamped down by the exuberant chatter of everyone else. In this crush of ponies, Sunrise was unsure if she’d see anything, much less find any of her family members, which was quite alright for her. She loved her family, but Luna damn did they annoy her at times. She didn’t need the one good thing about this visit being ruined.

Suddenly, the chatter stopped, and the hushed whispers become more numerous. Gasping, Sunrise rose up on her tiphooves and watched as not just the mayor, but seven massive creatures walked onto the platform. They looked awfully like deer of sorts, but built heavier. Even their garb weirded Sunrise Splendor out. The largest wore strange armor with some kind of script inscribed all over it, the other two were bare chested, but wore armored loin cloths and bracers also inscribed with the strange script. The remaining four sported nondescript brown robes that made Sunrise shudder in disgust.

The scaffolding creaked under their combined weight, and the Mayor barely had any room of his own to stand. Waving his hands for silence, Top Knot spoke into the loudspeaker, “A good evening to you all, Lindisbarne. I know you’re all very curious as to our visitors, some of you may even be afraid, but do not worry. They come here not to fight, or to even threaten, but to be our friends. They seek aid. I proudly introduce to you King Dainn, leader of the Caribou nation.”

King? Royalty is here!? That means the others up there must also be nobility, or even his Council! Things get better and better! My… he’s tall! Sunrise Splendor thought, able to see Dainn and the other Caribou at their full height even with the ponies in the crowd blocking most of her view.

Stepping aside, Top Knot moved out of the way, only to be completely overshadowed by Dainn. Top darted forward and slid the loudspeaker as high as it will go, which only reached the top of the caribou’s chest. Dainn reached down and removed the loudspeaker, instead, and spoke into it. His voice was powerful, and he spoke slow, as if new to Equestrian. Or maybe as if he were sure with himself, Sunrise could not tell.

“Ponies of Lindisbarne, we come here to trade, restock our stores, and gain aid if you give it. We are all of us searching for a new homeland, and have not seen solid land in many sevendays. We wish to rest, recuperate, and…” Dainn stretched his hand out to take in the many streamers, lanterns, and booths set up for the festival. “...enjoy ourselves in your company. We all hope… no, I hope that we can all benefit greatly from this and enjoy ourselves as we should.”

A great cheer sprang up through the crowd, deafening and startling Sunrise Splendor, causing her to wobble a bit before grabbing onto a nearby stallion to settle herself. Luckily, the crowd began dispersing to enjoy the festivities, since that same stallion grabbed her by the hands and led her on a rather exuberant dance. Even the caribou joined in once they offloaded from their ships. Strangely enough, they were all males, unless the females and males all look alike. Of course, it could be the females were elsewhere in the festivities.

Numerous dance partners, several refreshments, and enough partying she never saw the likes of in Canterlot later, Sunrise managed to extricate herself from the festival to rest her aching hooves and take care of a bit of business due to the consumption of too much drink. After a rather aching walk back to her temporary residence, and then a partial walk back, Sunrise paused for a moment, listening to what she thought was talking coming from a nearby cottage.

Creeping closer, the mare thought, I probably shouldn’t, but if there’s any good gossip in this town, it has to be right now! Sticking close to the window, she could barely understand what was being said until she grabbed upon the thread of conversation.

“-reporting that nobody’s gotten in or out. They’re being held a good distance away, kept in a state of sleep. Without the supplies, we cannot do much as of yet. We won’t have any issues once things have died down enough.”

“And you’re sure, the ones who helped will not be caught in all this?” That sounded like the Mayor. What is he talking about?

“Quite sure, you’ll be given your proper place. Noone will be any wiser.”

Sunrise didn’t hear anything next, having backed away from the window. That was, until she found her arms grabbed roughly and bound behind her back before she even had the chance to yelp. She opened her mouth to scream, only to find a large hand wrap around her muzzle and clamp it shut, naught but a whimper escaping.

“Naughty little female. What makes you think you’re allowed to just listen into conversations that you need not know?” A rough voice hissed behind her. “You will behave, or I will punish you, understand?”

Looking either way and trying to shake herself from the caribou’s grasp, Sunrise lit her horn to send off a flare. Stars suddenly exploded in her head, and she cried out muffledly, writhing her hands in their bindings.

Raising his fist for a second hit to Sun’s horn, she stared fearfully at it. “Consider that a warning, mare. I will not hesitate to break your horn off here and now, understand? You will behave, you will come along with me, and if anyone sees us, you will be punished. Not a sound.”

Sunrise nodded her head vigorously, though with her muzzle in the caribou’s grasp, her head only wiggled. Tears leaked from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, while sobs threatened to rise in her throat. Oh Celestia, I’m sorry! Please help me! I won’t gossip again, I promise! I didn’t know I was spying on the caribou! Please don’t let them hurt me! Choking back another sob, Sunrise nearly fell forward on her knees when she was pushed, but she regained her balance and started moving forward at his direction. When he released her muzzle and grabbed her arms instead, Sunrise thought to scream for help, but the image of her horn being snapped off her head frightened her out of the idea.

Biting her lip, Sunrise dared to turn her head and glance back at her captor. The male that stared back wasn’t just any caribou, but one of the two on the stage with Dainn. Her heart sank, realizing just how much trouble she was in. “W-What is your na-” Sunrise whispered, but cut off at the sudden stern expression the caribou gave her.

She gasped in pain when her arms were raised up behind her, bending forward to relieve the pressure. “Silence, mare! The name given to me is Vestri. The name you will call me is Master,” Vestri replied. He eventually dropped Sunrise’s arms back down, bringing the mare to sigh in relief and stand back up.

Alright,Vestri, Master of something, probably not a craft. It’ll be best if I do what he says, maybe they’ll let me off light? I hope…

Their transit lasted a short time, Vestri marching her to a larger house with all the shutters closed, and two caribou standing guard in front. Without saying a word, one of the two opened the door and beckoned them inside, the guard ‘s eyes just sliding off her, like she mattered little. Swallowing, Sunrise bowed her head, hoping humility may lessen her crime, though that didn’t last long when Vestri shoved her inside and shut the door behind them.

He released her bindings, and pushed her through an abandoned living room filled with numerous crates into the expansive dining room populated by several more caribou, including the robed ones and Dainn all sitting at a lengthy table, their conversation disturbed.

The color drained from Sunrise’s face, and she immediately knelt and bowed within sight of them all. “Glorious King, I apologize gre-” Cut off again, this time by Vestri grabbing her styled hair and yanking her head back uncomfortably. What followed nearly knocked Sun to the floor when he backhanded her twice across the cheeks, throwing more stars through her vision.

“This female was caught listening in on things that concerned her not, and also thinks she is above her station enough to be speaking when she is not permitted, Dainn,” Vestri growled, pulling Sunrise’s head far enough back for her to release a sob.

Setting his elbows on the table and balling a fist into his other hand, Dainn peered over them for a moment before asking, “Are you claiming this one for yourself, Vestri?” At his nod, Dainn continued, “Strip and collar her. Mark her how you wish, but make sure to break her.”

Vestri released Sunrise’s mane and his footsteps marked him heading to the crates. Sunrise bent forward, everything breaking free at once. She realized just how much she’d fucked up. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Today was supposed to be a better day, to alleviate her boredom. The fun she was supposed to have, and instead she threw it all away just because she wanted something juicy to gossip about. Her body shook while she sobbed, ignoring the footsteps returning.

The sound of metal clinking sent Sunrise further into her sorrow. They’re going to shackle and imprison me now, I just know it… Instead of a shackle, however, Sunrise felt her mane pulled aside, and something cold settled around her neck. With her tear-blurred eyes and bound hands, the object remained a mystery until it closed around her neck with a loud click, and turned until its position satisfied Vestri. Sniffling, Sunrise turned her head at the feeling of her hands being untied and released. Massaging her wrists, she rubbed her eyes clear and withdraw a handkerchief from a pocket to wipe her nose. For a moment, Sunrise Splendor thought the worst was over. They’ll imprison her, allow her a fair trial, and then she’ll get off with a simple fine. Yes, she’ll be back in Canterlot soon enough.

That was until Vestri grabbed her by the shoulders, set her on her hooves, and sliced a bone-handled knife straight down her Ponitanian dress. Tearing it away, she felt him grab at her bra, bringing her to whirl about in horror. “I beg your pardon!,” she gaped in astonishment. “That was a six-hundred bit dr-” The smack that landed across her face threw Sunrise to the floor, far harder than the ones that Vestri gave her before. Sunrise curled up on the floor, covering her head in case more were to come. Instead, Vestri grabbed her by the neck and lifted her into the air. Grasping at his wrist, she tried her best to free herself, but his hold was like iron. The caribou’s other hand had little trouble outright tearing her designer panties and bra off her body, and removing her shoes from her hooves to cast aside.

When Vestri released her, Sunrise dropped to the floor, the impact bruising her knees. She little cared for that, however, huddling in on herself instead and covering what she could with her hands. She felt humiliated, sitting bare like that in front of not just males, but the King and Council of a different nation. She was too shocked to cry, focusing more on the tightness of the collar around her neck, the destruction of her clothing, and her nudity.

“Gryttr, if you will,” Sunrise heard Dainn speak behind her. A chair scraped back, and the heavy footsteps of one of the caribou stepped in behind her. Her ears laid back at the click of a case opening, then, the soft cool touch of stone came to her horn. Shutting her eyes tight, there was a pop inside her head, and Sun felt her magic just drain out of her, leaving her powerless. “Vestri, I entrust that she will be properly punished?”

Punished? This isn’t punishment enough? Sunrise thought, a blush of shame reaching her cheeks. Vestria was gone again, and she could hear rustling in the next room. Maybe if she hunkered further into herself, they’d forget she was here, or even go easy on her. Yes, silence was the key here. Maybe if she listened to them, the caribou wouldn’t punish her too badly. Right?

While in her thoughts, Sunrise noticed too late that Vestri returned. The click of something to her collar brought her out of her thoughts. She blinked several times, noticing a… leash? A leash! Vestri had collared her and now held her by a bucking leash. Her temper flared up at being treated so humiliatingly. She opened her mouth to yell at her captor, up until she remembered that may make things worse for her. Shutting her mouth, she swallowed and looked around, noticing all eyes either on her, or on Vestri. Behaving sounded like a good option. No need that they be angered further.

“I-I’m… sorry…” Sunrise Splendor managed, dropping her gaze and squeezing her arms about herself. Please oh please don’t force her to go everywhere nude.

A hand came down and cupped Sunrise’s chin, causing her to flinch. “You will behave, will you not? A good mare behaves and is rewarded. One that refuses to only sees punishment,” Vestri asked, his rough voice surprisingly gentle for all he had just done to her.

Sunrise sniffled, thinking. If she behaved, she would be rewarded. Then when her sentence is completed, whatever it may be, she would be released and free to return to Canterlot, right? Of course she had to be right, she was merely being punished for eavesdropping. “Y-Yes, o-of c-course. I will b-b-behave,” she replied, finding it difficult to say those words. She swallowed, hating herself for saying the next one, “Master.” It left a sour taste in her mouth, but behaving may be her only way to escape unscathed and return home in a prompt amount of time.

“There, you see, Dainn? She knows her place already,” Vestri announced with a grin. “Now stand, mare. I will not allow you to hide your body from me and others.”

Sunrise froze in place. S-Stand!? She bit down on her lip and remained where she was, up until she observed the hand holding her collar tighten. Blinking tears out of her eyes again, Sunrise Splendor stifled a sob and gathered her hooves beneath her, lifting herself up. Her hands shaking, she pulled her arms away and settled them stiffly by her sides.

The mare’s cutie mark, exposed to the lantern light, was a sun rising over a horizon, many rays extending in all directions. Her breasts, while certainly not expansive like some of the other mares in Canterlot, were at least a good handful for most stallions, her orange nipples hardened slightly from the cooler air. While mostly hidden, her nethers could just barely be seen peeking out from between her legs, no thanks to Sun’s tail trying to creep it’s way between and cover herself up.

Nodding in approval, Vestri wrapped the leash around his wrist and patted his thick hand between Sunrise’s legs, a single digit stroking itself up along her lips. Sunrise reacted by stiffening up and shutting her eyes from the shame. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She was to find a nice lover, go through all the writ and enjoyment of courting, and then be seduced by him on a nice vacation to Hoofalulu. Not… not this violation of her body! Every fiber of her being cried out for her to strike back, to run, to do something! No, she had to behave. She deserved this, she was caught eavesdropping on royalty. She was lucky she wasn’t being imprisoned the rest of her life. Or banished. Or imprisoned in the place she was banished to.

After what seemed an eternity, Vestri withdrew his hand and instead cupped Sunrise’s chin, his fingers pressing into her cheeks. When he brought her chin up, Sunrise stared into his eyes for a brief second before dropping her gaze. “Good,” he muttered to her. “I believe you are due a reward. I think I’ll allow you to walk upright instead of crawl tonight. Perhaps another reward will do as well.” He looked over her head, and at some unseen gesture, nodded. Vestri turned and headed into the main living quarters, forcing Sunrise to keep a close pace with the current shortness of the leash.

There, she saw various crates already opened. In one, countless silvery collars lay stacked, while another held various implements alien to her. A third, however. She knew what those were for. A multitude of toys of various shapes, sizes, and types. Sunrise knew their purpose, but to see them just so blatantly out in the open instead of hid in the deepest depths of one’s closet sent a shiver through her body and a blush to her face. Reaching a hand up to her face, she rubbed at her eyes, then pulled her hand away to notice smeared mascara over it. She probably looked horrendous in a mirror right now, not the least from the bruises she would probably sport from the slaps.

Whatever Vestri was searching for, he found it quick. He stood back up, then turned around to reveal a bulbous toy. Sunrise’s eyes widened and her pupils narrowed to mere pricks. He wanted to reward her with a butt plug!? Her rump reflexively clenched and she pulled back to the limits of her leash, her gaze solely on the toy. “P-Please-” she began, only to be cut off by a sharp glare and a jerk of the leash.

“It will go in dry, or it will go in lubed. Do you truly wish that much for your reward to turn to punishment!?” Vestri demanded. Sunrise shook her head frantically, wanting to be anywhere but there at that moment. “Lift your tail and bend over, or I will do it for you. What is your name, female?”

Sunrise faltered, darting her gaze in all directions as she figured out how to get rid of this mess. No magic, collared and leashed, and she was not just against her far stronger captive, but also against the other Caribou in the building, plus the two guards outside. She was doomed to have a sore rear no matter how she looked at it. Flagging her tail, she shut her eyes tight and turned around, noticing that the leash didn’t draw taught. Was he giving her a bit more room? While she bent over, she responded, “Sunrise Splendor.” You can do this, Sunrise. It’s just a plug. It’s not like he’s going to suddenly mount and rut me until I’m a crying mess. She breathed deeply, shifting her tail to the side while chanting in her head that it was simply a plug. It would go in, she’d clench down around it, and this ordeal would be over.

At least, that was what she thought up until she felt something quite large and wet press itself to her asshole. If it weren’t for that exact moment that the leash tightened and Vestri’s hand pressed down on her back, preventing her from rising, Sunrise would have bolted upright in shock. He dared lay his tongue upon her in such a manner!? Her temper drained out of her, though. It wasn’t like she could stop him. Instead, Sunrise clenched her hands into fists and tried not to cry for the hundredth time, much less enjoy such a gross violation of her body. Maybe if she thought really hard, she could imagine it was one of her three past lovers?

“I think I will call you Sunny. You are no longer allowed to go by your old name, pet,” Vestri breathed onto Sunrise’s pucker, his breath bringing shivers up her spine, while the moistness from the caribou’s saliva felt absolutely alien.

Sunrise clenched up at being called that evil name, and protested, “But… but…” Realizing her predicament, though, she hung her head. “Yes, Master,” Sunrise replied softly.

Vestri said nothing in response, allowing an action to instead speak for him. His tongue pressed not against her ass, but instead to something only two stallions… and one mare had ever partook of in the past. At the touch of Vestri’s tongue to her slit, Sunrise Splendor most certainly did leap forward, though she went only a tiny distance. The collar choked her when the leash tightened immediately, and she fell back against Vestri’s awaiting muzzle. Even closing her legs together wasn’t the best action, as he grabbed her left leg and pulled it apart from the other. Then, with agonizing slowness, he dragged his tongue up from Sunrise’s clit all the way to her entrance.

Her body betrayed her, then. Sunrise shuddered at the sensation of his tongue over her most private of regions. A second lick sent shivers all through her body, then a third and fourth. It didn’t go beyond that, drawing a sigh of relief from her lips. Instead, Sun felt the tapered tip of the plug press up against her asshole. She wasn’t given any time at all to prepare herself, though, when Vestri just pressed it against her ass. At first, Sunrise clenched, but even that doesn’t prevent her pucker from opening around the plug. It was her first time taking anything up her rear, and the sudden intrusion sent sharp twinges of pain through her anal ring. She cried out and only clamped down over the plug further. Bit by bit, it intruded into her ass, until it popped in, leaving the poor mare feeling pangs of aching throughout her backside.

Vestri stood, releasing his hand from Sunrise’s back. “That was but a small one, little mare. A good deal of training should prepare you for far larger.”

Sunrise choked back a sob and stood slowly, gasping from the ache in her backside. Larger plugs? Training? He sounded like he meant to keep her, to train her into his little slave. Sunrise crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head, realizing at that moment that she may never get free, that her actions doomed her to this existence.

She had little time to think on her dilemma, though, as Vestri drew the leash taut and slipped out the front door. They were going outside? In full view of everyone!? First her expensive clothing destroyed, then the disgraceful nudity, the plug, and now public shaming!? What more would Vestri wish to do to her to really drive in that her actions were wrong? Struggling against the leash and trying to undo the latch, Sunrise found herself dragged out with a sudden yank.

“Please don’t do this,” Sunrise begged, drawing amused glances from the guards. “Please, not in front of everybody, I’ll be good, I promise! I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t take me in front of everyone!” Sunrise’s hooves dragged at the dirt ground, each movement bringing a twinge from her sore back end. Her prissy nature about the dirt roads being forgotten, instead replaced by the fear of everyone seeing her naked, collared and leashed, and plugged. Her begging fell on deaf ears, however. As they approached town center, Sunrise’s struggling became more frantic, backpedalling as far as the leash would allow.

Vestri whirled about and took a step to the side, swinging his open palm down to slap it harshly across Sunrise’s rump, eliciting a sudden squeal. Before Sunrise could say anything, he grasped his hand around her muzzle, dragging her head down until she had to kneel in the dirt so she would not fall over. “You have said several times that you would behave, female. Here, I have allowed you to stand straight, rewarded you with a plug, and given you a name. And yet, whenever you get to prove if you will behave, you squander it. One more word, one more bit of misbehavior, Sunny, and I’ll leave you with no name, make you crawl in the dirt, and set you out for public access, do I make myself clear?” Vestri growled down at her, kneeling down until Sunrise’s face was pressed into the dirt.

Tears leaked down Sunrise’s cheeks to mix into the dirt while she struggled to keep herself from falling over. For a moment, a hint of defiance sprung up, but was just as quickly snuffed out once Sun lowered her eyes to the dirt and slid them closed. So this was it? This was how things would be for her? Some caribou’s slave, and no chance to go home? Vestri kept telling her to behave, that she’d be rewarded. Punishment, she can understand. She knew what she did. But reward? She had to hold on that one day soon her reward would be to go home. What would she have to give up, though? I have to hope that they’ll let me go, and if I’m good and don’t cause trouble, they’ll let me, right? She refused to screw this up, so she nodded, but said nothing. Even a muffled ‘yes’ could be construed as one more word.

Vestri released her, and Sunrise rubbed her jaw, staying in place. While she disliked having her face pressed to the dirt, it was better than possibly annoying her captor. For several long seconds, Vestri looked on before he said, “You may stand, Sunny.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Sunrise stood slowly, taking great care to brush herself off of dirt and bits of grass. When Vestri continued onward, Sunrise kept pace with him, thoughts running through her mind a mile a minute. It doesn’t matter what I object to, it’s happening, and right now, I’m going to be shown off to everypony like some sort of prize, which if this were Canterlot and he were a prized stallion I would not mind so much! But… now… She bit her lip and dusted herself off the best she could. If I’m going to be shown off like a prize, then I better look the prize. Nothing I can do about my makeup or hair… She patted her hair into order, though the elaborate style had since gotten frazzled, and her tail had seen better days and styles of its own. However, she lifted her head high, wiped her eyes and nose, and generally attempted to look like the Canterlot mare she was.

Even still, tears threatened to spill from her eyes, and it took all her effort to not let them show. The moment they entered the town center plaza, ponies who saw the scene turned to look on in shock. Some even oggled her nude form. Occasionally, she could hear little whispers like, “Is she nude?” “Why is she leashed by that caribou?” “Look at that harlot!” The ones that hurt were the occasional catcall or offer by a passing stallion that he’d do the same for her.

By the time they were a good way into the crowd, and a good many of the caribou had nodded to Vestri or given her an appraising look, Sunrise heard a familiar voice that chilled her blood to the core.

“Sunrise? Sunrise Splendor is that you?” Sun Streamer, Sunrise’s mother, called from the crowd.

Her eyes going wide, Sunrise whispered frantically to Vestri, “Master, please do not let her catch up to us.” Her pleas did not seem to reach him as instead, he stopped to talk to another caribou. Glancing in all directions, she did the last thing she could and slipped around to kneel down before Vestri, burying herself against his body. Her face pressed dangerously close to his crotch. A strange scent made her heady, and it took her several seconds to realize it was Vestri’s musk. Something I’ll put up with just to hide.

A quick glance past Vestri showed her parents looking everywhere trying to find her. “I could have sworn I saw her over here. It couldn’t have been her, though, she wasn’t wearing a thing,” Sun Streamer’s voice faded into the general noise of the crowd.

Sunrise breathed a sigh of relief, then realized her position and stared up at the two caribou gazing curiously down at her. A blush tinged her cheeks, and she could only manage to get out, “I-I-I…”

“Interesting little pet you have,” remarked the second male.

“If you had been so eager to suck me off, Sunny, you should have just said so. We can wait to do that until I’m done with what I’m doing,” Vestri chuckled, rubbing his hand over her ears.

Sunrise blushed hard enough to feel the heat radiate off her face, then scrambled to her hooves and looked everywhere except at him. Oral? That’s what he thought I was trying to do!? ...And he means to have me give him some later? Celestia, what did I ever do to earn this? Oh, she knew. And now she was paying for it.

Looking through the corner of her eye, she watched the two caribou nod to a few others. He stepped aside, allowing Vestri to continue onward, walking Sunrise along behind him. Her face blanched the moment she saw where he was headed, but she knew well enough not to balk. Instead, she undid a portion of her mane desperately and brushed it in front of her face, hoping to obscure herself from everybody’s view.

She followed her captor all the way to the speech platform and up the steps, her blush overtaking most of her face while she attempted to make herself as low as possible. Every so often, she could see a pony here and there stop what they were doing to stare up at the stage, and in most cases, specifically her. Children’s eyes were covered, other ponies stared or oggled, and even a few looked away. This all lasted up until Vestri stood at the loudspeaker and cleared his throat into it. The festivities stopped, as did the general noise, but Sunrise heard the whispers perpetuating through the crowd, if not what they said.

“It is good for you to all show up and welcome us, ponies. Very good indeed to see such a warm welcome for all your new masters,” Vestri said into the loudspeaker, holding up Sunrise’s leash as if showing her as an example. “You will all be treated well if you submit, and punished if you fight. Whatever choice you make, do understand that we will make you understand them quite well.” All over, ponies milled about, some screamed in panic, while most stood there dumbfounded or even laughed at it like a joke.

“Lay down any arms you have, kneel down on the ground, and surrender to us,” Vestri further explained, gesturing toward Sunrise Splendor. She hunched her shoulders and sunk in on herself. “Resistance will be met with force, and surrender with leniency.” A few ponies immediately sat on the ground, while others took a bit longer to surrender themselves. The rest, however, either started to flee or stared incredulously.

Vestri grabbed an item from his belt pouch, looking like an ordinary stone with that same script from earlier written over it. He raised it above his head, then threw it at the platform. It burst with a bang and a bright flare streaked up out of it and into the sky, blinding Sunrise.

Rubbing at the spots in her eyes, she watched as caribou streamed into the plaza from the various streets and started grabbing ponies left and right, both mares and stallions. Even the ones in the crowd joined in, immobilizing ponies with sheer brute force before touching some sort of object to their heads or necks. Whatever it was, it appeared as if it put the ponies to sleep. Or knocked them out. Whatever the objects accomplished, Sunrise sat down on the platform in shock, ignoring the sudden twinge of pain in her backside from landing on the plug.

Curling in on herself, she stared up in shock at Vestri when he rubbed over one of her ears and said, “Do not worry, Sunny. You will be treated better than them. You are mine for as long as you live.”

Author's Notes:

It's nice to finally release the story that's been on the backburner for several months! This story follows more along with the caribou than it does Equestrians and will look far more deeply into them than the other stories. As for any plotholes or loopholes one may find, I'm not an author who reveals everything at once! Spooooiiileeeers!~ There are reasons why things happen as they do.