The screams, shouting, and overall noise all around Sunrise vanished to the back of her mind when the truth of the matter hit her. She’d never be released. Sun never again would see home. None of her friends, none of her acquaintances, not even the ponies she barely tolerated would know what happened to her. She’d be Vestri’s slave forever. A pampered slave if she behaved, but one nonetheless.

She pulled away from Vestri’s hand, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. How had this all happened?

There, in a diner next to the plaza, she watched as several caribou rushed in. Screams erupted from the diner while through the windows, ponies could be seen wrestling with the caribou, mostly to their own detriment. One unlucky mare even found herself pressed to the glass. Her dress, though simple in its design, had a nice quaint country look to it. Up until it was torn from her body, along with her undergarments. The male wrenched away his pants and despite the mare’s protests and shrieks, buried himself in her backside. All around the two, ponies were grabbed and immobilized, or outright knocked out if they presented any resistance. Clothes were torn away from all the mares and some of the stallions that fought back. Through the windows, the scene showed her that the caribou were being thorough.

Sunrise averted her gaze to settle it on the crowd. The same view met her in the plaza. Most of what went on was a great jumble of panicking ponies fleeing the scene, leaving behind discarded cups and plates of spilled confectioneries. The caribou appeared like like mountains swimming amongst the ponies, grabbing both mare and stallion, whether they ran or immediately gave up. The mares immediately found themselves stripped of all clothing. A blush rose to Sunrise’s face unwanted and she burrowed her face into her arms. She could not stop watching, however, and peeked over them to watch the disaster.

The ponies that surrendered found their arms bound behind their backs and their legs tied together with strips of leather or lengths of rope, then left where they lay in most cases. Sadly, for some of the mares, other things happened to them. She saw one caribou just walk right up and pluck a mare up off the ground, throw her over his shoulder, and strolled off. It wouldn’t take long for Sunrise to see just what happened to those mares. One caribou opened his pants, flopping his stiffened length free in front of a mare, then grabbed her and in one smooth motion pressed his flare to her mouth. She resisted as best as she can, but the sudden slap he gave her to the back of her head ended that. She gasped, and in went the caribou’s cock.

Though the mare thrashed and attempted to extricate herself, he held her fast and in place, burying his cock into her mouth. Sunrise glanced elsewhere, only to see the same events playing out. In one case, a poor mare was being skewered by two caribou, semen splattered over her face showing she’d already been used once already.

Sun swallowed and shut her eyes tight. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. When she reopened them, she did so in time to see the mare being orally raped gagging and yanking herself away while cum drizzled from her mouth. The caribou splurted the last bit across her mouth before throwing her back to the ground.

Her eyes wide with shock and horror, Sunrise tilted her head up to look at Vestri. She saw him speaking something, but her mind refused to process it. It was just words. Even the rough tug on the leash barely made its way through to her. Did… did she cause this? Did her own stupid actions cause the caribou to do this?

Sunrise dropped her head against her knees and sobbed. It was all her fault. They came as friends, but she blew it. She eavesdropped on them, refused to behave, and now…

The smack to the back of her head knocked her out of her self-blame. No, it can’t have been her fault. That little inkling of fear remained in her head, a little ‘what if?’ Wiping her eyes on her knees, Sunrise lifted her head and stared at Vestri. Around her stood a few of the other caribou, a couple armored, others wearing various other things, including the other male that had stood on stage with Vestri at the start of the festival.

“Stand, Sunny. Do not hide yourself from their eyes,” Vestri told her, then turned to his partner. “The warbeasts have been deployed. We’re flushing the runners out of their homes. The few flyers amongst them have already fallen, and we’ve experienced little actual resistance from the horned ones. Messengers are keeping me updated on the situation.”

Sunrise stood swiftly, a grimace of pain marking her face from the plug in her rear shifting at all the movement. First chance she had, it was coming out. The scene before her was quite different. How long had she been out of it? Ponies lay everywhere with caribou standing guard, and collars being handed out from the many crates placed everywhere. Every so often, Sun could see a pony in the distance go running, usually with a caribou chasing swiftly after.

A flickering light caught her eye, and the mare turned to notice houses in the distance aflame. The appearance of more flame down a street drew her eye, and she gasped at an immense creature ridden by a caribou breathing fire over one cottage. It was not long before three ponies fled through the front door and were quickly caught and sedated. By all appearances, the fires spread, and anypony trying to put them out were quickly caught.

Sunrise averted her gaze instead to the sky, ignoring the clouds of smoke obscuring the stars and moon. Someone had to tell the Princesses. That talk of ponies leaving and not being heard from again. I don’t doubt that we’d never get word to them…

Sunrise swallowed, feeling the need to be comforted. She was going to hate herself for this later, but there was no one else. She huddled her arms over her breasts and leaned in against Vestri’s side, laying her face against him. Folding her ears back, she listened to the conversation of numbers, supplies, and other statistics that didn’t interest her. Instead, she focused more on when Vestri laid his hand on her head and scratched over the base of her ears.

Sunny, the name he’d given Sunrise. The nickname she had started to despise after gaining her cutie mark. Was there any chance that she’d find her way back home? Probably not, but that didn’t mean she had to lose hope over it. Maybe… Maybe if she was a well-behaved pet, he’d take her there? Or let her visit? Better not to think about it, no need to get her hopes up.

Sunrise closed her eyes and tried her best not to listen to the screams and sounds of the little fighting going on around the town. She just wanted to go home. Sunrise must have said it out loud, because she heard Vestri whisper into her ear, “We are nearly done here, Sunny. We’ll go home afterward. Then you can please your Master and I’ll make you a bed to sleep in.”

Sleep sounded nice. Maybe when she woke up, everything would have just been a horrible nightmare. Or she might not wake at all. Sunrise gulped and sighed softly, “Yes, Master…”

In Canterlot, one’s reputation was all about how well one played nice to each other in public, but in private, how well one could come out on top of another. The current situation, though, Sunrise was shown her place and in no uncertain terms was told ‘this is your place. If you stray from it, you will be punished.’

The tug at her leash warned Sunrise, and she stared up at Vestri. “Time to go. Lead me to your residence,” he commanded. Sun flinched and pulled away from him, starting the trek down the stairs and through the plaza. Already, she could see that not all the ponies were sleeping. Some were bound, instead. A stallion with his arms behind his back, leather loosely wrapped around his wrists. A mare hogtied with rope while a… Sunrise blushed. There was a girthy dildo pressed into the mare’s nethers. Another mare was tied in a manner Sunrise had never seen before. She could barely describe the intricate series of knots and lines used, but she could easily tell that no matter which way the mare moved, a rope would rub against her folds or her breasts.

The glares they leveled not just at Vestri, but also herself caused her to wilt under their attention. It wasn’t until the third time one whispered ‘traitor’ at her did she understand what they saw her as. She had stood on stage, in front of them all, collared and leashed by one of Dainn’s Council. To them, it probably looked more like she had given herself up before any of this had happened, or even given them the idea!

I’m the outsider, too. I don’t live here. My family does, but I don’t… And to all appearances, I turned coat the first chance I had. She made sure to avoid any ponies she could see were awake, and let go a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding when they exited the plaza. It wasn’t a long walk to her temporary residence, one of the guest houses set up for visitors, but in her mind, it was. Did they really see her as a traitor?

It turned her blood cold to imagine that. It didn’t take much to make or break one’s reputation in Canterlot, but the cry of traitor? Sunrise bit her lip hard enough to leave indents. She’d be a complete outcast. Sun took a glance back at Vestri and bit her tongue. Maybe…? No. She needed time to think. Probably in her bed when everything was quiet and Vestri wasn’t constantly looking over her. The collapsed tables and chairs of the diner drew her eye, reminding Sunrise that just this morning, she’s been wanting something more exciting to happen. She received what she’d wished for.

The travel was short, leading Sunrise and Vestri to a cozy little two-story cottage. Vestri stepped forward past Sun and opened the door, leading her inside. From the looks of things, none of the warbeasts had made their way out this far, or the ponies in this part of town hadn’t made any trouble enough to burn a house. Even her magic-powered lights appeared undisturbed. After the last two times she’d spent in Lindisbarne, Sunrise had brought her own lamps to illuminate her living space. Far brighter and no oil to make the place reek.

Vestri turned and slipped his hand under Sunrise’s chin. With a click, he unlatched the leash and looped it around his wrist. He then headed up the stairs without a word. Sunrise hesitated for a moment, glancing at the entrance to the kitchen. Maybe a good deal of wine would help? Vestri’s footsteps pausing, though, sent Sunrise scurrying up the stairs to join in behind him. Without looking at her, the caribou nodded and slipped into the bedroom. Another hesitation brought Sunrise to stare within the bathroom next to the bedroom and bite her lip at the thought of taking a hot bath. The chance that Vestri would disapprove sent her heading into the bedroom behind her.

She found him opening her meticulously packed suitcases and dumping all the various expensive clothing into a pile beside the single bed. Sunrise nearly had a heart attack and dove at the pile, grabbing at her garments. Her first dress, something quite simple in nature, though with beading down the seams was the one in which she’d made the big deal that allowed her to move to Canterlot. A one-of a kind Rarity dress from her Midnight Glimmer line. She loved the sunrise motif. Sun simply had to have that one. The special Lover’s Embrace silk panties one of her former lovers had given to her as a gift. She knew exactly where she got each of her garments and their makers, and here they were all sitting on the floor in a muddled pile. Sunrise suddenly felt faint while she picked up a dress and attempted to brush out the wrinkles.

Vestri cleared his throat and Sunrise ceased for the moment to stare up at him with wide eyes. “I suggest you make it comfortable. This will be your bed, pet,” he spoke roughly with a chuckle.

Sunrise looked down in horror at the pile of clothing, her head swaying and breath growing faint at the thought that she would have to sleep on and possibly ruin one-of-a-kind, expensive custom dresses and clothing. The creaking of Vestri sitting on her actual bed and removing his boots took her out of her shock. Okay, don’t panic. If they can handle a little dirt and dust, they can handle being slept on for a night. He’ll have a real bed for me tomorrow! In the morning, I’ll have a nice bath, pick a nice dress to wear, and feel almost normal again.

She smoothed out the pile of clothes and ignored it for the time being, instead standing and walking over to the stand-up mirror. Dear Celestia, she looked horrible. Her face had mascara streaks down her cheeks, and many of the streaks were smudged. Not just that, but past it, Sunrise could spot the beginnings of bruises forming. All over her body, her coat appeared darkened from the amounts of dirt she’d been subjected to, as well as the various scrapes she’d received over the past hours. Turning, Sun inspected her back and hind end, blushing at the very evident plug base sticking out from between her cheeks. No wonder so many stallions whistled. At least it didn’t hurt as much anymore, though the plug was still fairly uncomfortable.

Walking to the bed and the undressing Vestri, Sunrise placed her hands upon it and nearly pulled herself up until Vestri stopped slipping his pants off, everything else already set aside. Sunrise flushed and climbed down, settling into her pile of clothes instead. This close, Vestri’s leather pants roiled Sunrise’s stomach. What kind of race would wear the skin of another creature like that? Wool, she could understand! It didn’t hurt the sheep. She averted her gaze and shoved thoughts of leather from her mind.

She fidgeted until she wasn’t sitting on a dress decoration or her plug. Spreading the clothes out into a passable bed, she lifted her nose to find her gaze staring straight at Vestri’s cock, freed from its prison of pants and loin cloth. O-Oh dear. That’s quite… big…

Being this close to him, without his clothing in the way, she could smell his musk. It was a combination of light sweat, his leather pants, and a variety of other more unknown scents that all went straight to Sunrise’s head. It wasn’t bad, but more strange, in a pleasing way. Sunrise averted her gaze, deciding instead to study one of her undergarments beneath her.

“Sunny, it is time to please your master. I believe you wanted to give me a blowjob to show just how much you love your master and will behave for him?” Vestri rumbled down at her.

A blush rose to her cheeks. She’d forgotten about that, that he said she could give him oral when they were done. There was that word again, too. ‘Behave’. She turned her head slowly to first stare at at Vestri, then down toward his stiffening cock. Was he seriously about all the things he would do to her if she didn’t behave? Break her horn, take away her name? Set her out for public use? Sunrise felt unsure, but after seeing the town taken so easily, she wouldn’t doubt it so easily now.

“Y-Yes, Master,” Sunrise hissed. A thought rose in her mind of the earlier happenings. If her reputation was ruined in Lindisbarne… “Master, may I ask something?” she asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

Vestri took his length into his hand and pointed the head at Sunrise, replying “I will allow it this once, Sunny, but I expect you to do as you are told.”

Sunrise dropped her gaze and summoned up the courage. The word ‘traitor’ echoed about in her head. What if her family thought she was also a traitor? She bit her lip and spat it out, “They’re going to hate me. I’ll be an outcast. If… if I show that I can be a good pet, will you take care of me? Will I ever get to go back home?”

Vestri gazed down at her with an imperceptible expression. The seconds ticked past, and Sunrise looked away, embarrassed and ashamed at asking such a thing. After what seemed hours, he finally answered, “You already are my pet. As long as you behave and follow orders as you are told, you will be pampered and well taken care of. In fact, you may even be cared for more than the others. You should take it as an honor, but let it not make you think you may rise above your station.” He gestured his hand down at his waiting dick, drawing Sunrise’s gaze back to it. “If you take care of me when I ask, you will be taken care of in return. As for the second question, I permitted one, but no, you will never go back home.”

Sunrise’s head sunk down. Now she knew. She would never return to Canterlot. To her friends. To everything she knew. She had only the Lindisbarnians and the caribou. Lindisbarne has already told her she was a traitor, which left one choice. Ignoring the tears in her eyes, she rubbed at them and crawled through the clothes to take a seat in front of Vestri, her Master. She meant that now, and accepted it. Why fight him and incur punishment? The promise of reward and being taken care of was far more palatable, even if she had to do acts she would rather commit with a well-courted stallion.

Her hands shaking, Sunrise reached up and grasped Vestri’s dick in her hands. The heat of it surprised her, and her master removed his hand from it to scratch his fingers along her ear. Sun flicked her ear and studied the length of meat hanging in front of her face. It was entirely black, and certainly large enough to cause Sunrise trouble if she took it anywhere else. In fact, could she even take it into her mouth? By the look on Vestri’s face, she had better be able. Strangely enough, Vestri’s cock was equine in shape.

The scent was practically overpowering, and certainly not in a bad way. It stirred something in Sunrise’s loins, but she ignored it. Here goes nothing… Shuffling in between Vestri’s legs, Sunrise slipped her head in under his cock and nuzzled her nose along the two large orbs awaiting her. Okay, you can do this, Sunrise. Just treat him like a stallion you courted. She licked lips suddenly gone dry and wavered a moment. She could do this, she knew she could. As long as she kept Vestri happy, he would take care of her.

The sudden kisses over her master’s balls surprised Sun and gave her the courage to continue. She licked straight up from the base of his dick, all the way to his flare. Vestri rumbled approvingly while his cock gave a twitch and a dot of his precum exuded. Sunrise kissed tentatively over Vestri’s flare, smearing the pre across her lips. Taking a deep breath for courage, Sunrise opened her mouth and slid herself down over her Master’s length, her jaw opened nearly to its limit. His length tasted quite unfamiliar, almost exotically spiced.

Vestri took this moment to slide his hands over the back of Sunrise’s head and push her head down on his length. Taken by surprise, Sun nearly gagged as his cock intruded deep into her mouth. Gripping her head, Vestri ‘aided’ Sunrise by bobbing her head along his length. All Sunrise could do was fondle her hands over Vestri’s balls, caressing and gently squeezing each orb. With every pause in the bobbing, the unicorn sucked, hoping to please Vestri.

Her caribou Master released her head, leaving her to finish him on her own. Raising her hands, Sunrise gripped around her master’s cock and rubbed along his length while she bounced her head. However long he’d been pent up, it certainly showed when a thick rope of Vestri’s cum shot into Sunrise’s mouth. Startled, Sun pulled her head away just as a second spurted into her maw, then a third and fourth across her face, forcing her to shut her eyes. With each twitch of Vestri’s dick, another string of seed landed on her face or chest, leaving Sunrise coated in a filmy white.

Sunrise swallowed the cum in her mouth, wrinkling her nose at the taste. It’s certainly something she’d have to get used to. She felt Vestri’s hand on her head caressing her mane and him speak, “Good little Sunny.” His cock pressed against her neck while the caribou cleaned himself off on her coat.

Wiping the cum from over her eyes, Sunrise licked it off her fingers and blinked a few times, smiling up at him. She pleased him. A good sign for her! Maybe things won’t be so bad?

Vestri leaned over and fetched a drawing pad and pencil from his beltpouch, then laid back in the bed, saying into the room, “I want you to sleep now. I imagine it’s been quite the long night for you.”

Looking about herself, Sunrise searched for something to wipe herself off with. Only various articles of expensive clothing greeted her, and she reluctantly lifted a pair of panties, using them to wipe herself down as best as possibly. Mostly, all she managed was to smear Vestri’s cum. Seeing it as the best she could do without a bath, she tossed the panties aside and laid her head down. Exhaustion caught up with her quick, and she passed into a dreamless sleep amidst the screams and noise happening outside.

Sunrise yawned and rolled over, yelping as the wire from one of her bras poked her in the side. Darting upright, she blinked the sleep from her eyes. The bed next to her lay empty and made, with no sign of Vestri anywhere. Thinking nothing of it for the time being, Sunrise wrinkled her nose, feeling the dried cum matting her coat over her face and chest. First thing she wanted was a nice soak, a good cleaning, and breakfast. Outside of the little table snacks she’d had at the festival, Sunrise hadn’t anything to eat since then outside of Vestri’s seed.

Raising herself up out of the fairly messed up pile of clothes, Sunrise Splendor stretched, taking all the kinks out of her body from sleeping in such an uncomfortable bed. Well, she woke up, and everything was still there. That meant it wasn’t a dream. Cringing from the sudden pressure her movements placed on the buttplug, Sun bent down and gripped the base, clenching her teeth until she managed to pull the largest portion of the toy out and slip the rest free.

Suddenly free of the toy causing herself so much ache, Sunrise strolled out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, excited to get herself cleaned up. While the bathroom was sparse compared to Canterlot standards, right now it appeared heavenly. Sunrise bent down to plug up the tub, then turned the water on, hoping to Celestia that the water still ran, and the heating spells still worked. When steam rose, Splendor silently cheered and stepped in, lowering herself down into the glorious heat.

Closing her eyes, Sunrise felt aches start to vanish she didn’t know she had. In fact, she felt something familiar. Springing her eyes open, Sun gasped. My magic’s coming back! Yes! The mare lit her horn to life and levitated over a tiny bottle of scented bath wash. While her telekinesis was shaky, she had enough control over it that she didn’t use more than a few drops. Potent stuff, and expensive, too! Well worth the cost, however. Already, the gentle scent of orchids filled the bathroom and relaxed her further. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad? Vestri treated her well enough as long as she was well-behaved, she got to spend most of her time in his presence, and to be honest things weren’t that bad.

Sunrise blinked. She felt like she should be wailing, crying her eyes out, broken about never getting to return to Canterlot. Shouldn’t I be a bit more… morose? I’m a caribou’s slave, I have to do sexual things with him I’d rather not do, Lindisbarne has been invaded, and here I am sitting in a bath thinking of how enjoyable this day is! What is Tartarus is wrong with me!? Yet, there she was accepting it like it was the newest fashion in Canterlot. Is that the reason? Canterlot nobles were so quick to pick up new things and cast aside old it’s nearly a hobby. That has to be it. I’m so used to trying to stay ahead of the curve that I accepted this just as readily as a new world-crashing Fall lineup. In fact, Sunrise thought that without directly seeing it all, she almost thought everything was back to how it used to be.

Snorting at her own foolishness, she dunked her head underwater and used her several fine-bristled brushes to gently lather mane mane and tail. No use looking like some farmgirl from Ponyville. She was a lady and had her standards of beauty. Standing, she extended those brushes over her body, being sure she got every inch. Oh Celestia, it felt good to use her magic. Sunrise didn’t know how much she missed it until it was removed from her. Not to worry, she’ll be a well-behaved mare, Vestri will allow her to keep it, and all will be fine.

At the caress of the brush to her nethers, Sunrise’s entire body shuddered. She recalled the past night and bit her lips. Maybe… just this time. After all, when would she next have the privacy to truly enjoy herself? Lowering herself into the water to rinse, Sunrise gripped one of the brushes and used it for more than just a cleaning utensil. Those fine bristles made for one powerful sensation. Oh, she’d feel raw after she was done, but it would be so worth it.

Maneuvering the brush, she started with gentle caresses over her folds, each one sending shivers of anticipation up her spine. A seed of arousal began in her groin, and after several more strokes, Sunrise could handle it no more. She planted that brush over her clit and circled it around, drawing squeals of pleasure from the mare. Oh Goddess, it was almost too much to bear. It was just enough, though, to force Sunrise to stretch her legs wide and nearly lose her magic. All the while, she thought of Silver Monocle, her old lover. He had a tongue of magic and a cock as powerful as a hammer. Remembering the first time they’d lain together drove Sunrise to her peak and beyond. She bit down on her arm while waves of pleasure drove themselves through her body.

Sinking down into the warm water, Sunrise Splendor felt more relaxed now than she had the entire trip. Amazing what a good masturbation will do for a mare. Laying her head back, she nearly nodded off. Jerking herself awake, Sunrise lifted herself out of the tub with a sigh. As much as she’d wanted to stay and soak, she’d expect that Vestri would not appreciate her lazing about.

Swiftly drying herself off, and using the magic mane dryer to put herself to a respectable condition, Sunrise set about the arduous and meticulous task of setting her hair back to its normal styling. It took a bit longer than usual, considering the last day’s special design, but within half an hour, Sun had it where she wanted it. A little perfume in the right places, a dab of makeup here and there, and even a little more to cover her bruises aaaand… Done! She noticed the anal plug on the sink and decided against it. Vestri wouldn’t care much if she left it out.

Adjusting her collar so the ring was at the very front and it wasn’t chafing her, the mare stopped by the entrance of the bedroom to stare at her clothes. Maybe… Sunrise imagined herself with white gold earrings and perhaps a bracelet or two with a dress made of sheer white silk. A Winter Queen. The mental image of Vestri tearing yet another of her expensive dresses to bits, much less any of her clothing made Sunrise decide against it. Sun did run inside and grab her leash, though, clipping it on and looping it around her wrist.

Sunrise had a quick breakfast and the idea that Vestri may wish for a sandwich for lunch. With ingredients flying all over from Sunrise’s levitation, she swiftly fixed him a sandwich. After brushing her teeth, Sunrise felt better than she had all week. Placing the sandwich in a paper bag, Sun took a brief look at a hanging clock. It was nearly one in the afternoon! Quickly, Sunrise ran to the front door and stepped out, shutting it behind her. The sun blinded her for a moment, but once she could see again, she knew that the previous day had happened.

Trails of smoke billowed out into the sky from numerous points in the town, and walking by was one of the caribou, three bound and gagged mares barely able to keep up the pace. All three glared at her when she passed. Sunrise hunched in on herself, and ran up to the caribou. “Vestri?” she asked, hoping he understood what she meant.

Without looking, he replied, “Near the docks, female. Don’t dally.”

Taking one last glance back at the mares and their heated glares, Sunrise bowed her head and replied, “T-Thank you.” Did they all know who she was?

She scurried along through the streets, at one point peering into an alley in which she heard weak, unhappy moans. There, a mare she didn’t know was bent against a wall, one of the caribou buried deep in her and slapping his hips furiously against her. Blushing, Sunrise averted her gaze and hurried onward, ignoring the several cases of sexual activity. While a couple looked to be quite willing, the rest were anything but.

Sunrise hurried into town center, her gaze sweeping past the various caribou. She ignored a group of nude stallions and mares sitting in a circle and guarded by several caribou, as well as the large pile of torn and discarded clothing nearby. Her eyes latched to several caribou discussing near the stage platform. She ran in that direction, past the group of ponies.

“You fucking cunt, you helped them do this to us!” a stallion yelled at her and leapt out of the circle. “I’m going to give your ass the beating it deserves!”

Sunrise yelped and dove back just in time to see one of the caribou knock the stallion upside the head with some sort of stick and drag him back into the circle. Breathing heavily, she held a hand to her breast and forced herself to calm. So I was right…

She walked the rest of the way to the group of caribou, unraveling her leash and holding it in one hand, the paper bag in the other. Which one is he… there! Sunrise stepped up to him and smiled broadly, “I apologize for being late, Ve- Master. I brought you a sandwich and my leash.” Her smile faltered somewhat when she noticed that the group of caribou were all talking with each other. Sunrise had been so excited to find Vestri she hadn’t thought he might be busy.

The conversation ceased and Vestri turned, laying his gaze upon Sunrise. “Hmph, I don’t think she knows her place quite yet, Vestri,” one of the other males remarked.

“Quiet, Ivangir,” Vestri barked. He reached out and took both the leash and bag into his hands, withdrawing the sandwich. He eyed it for a moment before taking half of it with a bite. He chewed several times and swallowed, uttering, “It will do.” He paused afterward and stared down at his bracers, then back up at the other caribou. “Traces of magic?”

The other caribou nodded and muttered. Vestri whirled about and tossed the sandwich to the ground. “Have you been using your magic, Sunny!?” he demanded.

Sunrise flinched back and dropped her gaze. Is that bad? Oh no, maybe I needed permission first! She nodded and practically whimpered, “Y-yes…”

He stepped forward and yanked the leash until he held it near Sunrise’s collar, hissing, “And here you also stand on your hooves, when I only allowed you to do so last night. On your hands and knees, now!”

The mare quaked, dropping down the moment the leash was released. Seeing Vestri so angered terrified her. She bent forward in a bow and shivered, praying Vestri didn’t break her horn, or set her out for public use. “I-I-I’m sorry, M-Master! I-I didn’t know!” Sunrise pleaded, shutting her eyes tight.

“Allow me,” one of the caribou said.

“No,” Vestri replied. “She is mine to punish. Anvari, your crop.”

A thin caribou wearing a leather jerkin eyed Sunrise up and down with a practiced eye as if she were just a prized carrot on display. He chuckled and handed over a long-handled riding crop, “This should be quite fun to watch. Make her understand her place as naught but livestock.”

Sunrise clenched her eyes and bit down on her lip. She mentally pleaded for mercy of any kind, but neither Celestia nor Luna answered her. Instead, she felt her tail pushed aside. Vestri grunted, and the crop was used to press against her folds. Sunrise gasped, feeling quite sensitive at that moment.

“I see. You also removed your plug and masterbated without permission. I thought I could leave you alone until I retrieved you,” Vestri voiced angrily. “Apparently-” He lifted his arm and brought the riding crop down harshly upon Sunrise’s ass.

Sunrise screamed as pain erupted and the force of the blow shoved her face-first into the cobblestone. She bit back a sob and clenched her hands into fists.

“-I-” Two more blows landed, one for each of her asscheeks. This time, a sob escaped and tears leaked from her eyes, leaving trails down her makeup and wet stains on the cobblestone.

“-could-” A flurry of blows landed on Sunrise’s backside, each one leaving a red welt and dragging a wail from her throat.

“-NOT!” Sunrise bawled, sobbing from the intense pain in her backside. Everytime she attempted to speak, she choked, only to sob more.

Vestri was not done, yet. With two more strong smacks, he accurately struck both Sunrise’s asshole and her folds, forcing a scream. Sunrise hid her face in her arms, soaking her coat with her tears. When no more blows were forthcoming, she lowered her tail. Oh goddesses, it hurt. Just the action of lowering her tail broke her into a fresh bout of tears. Why did she do those things? She had been so happy, and instead she ruined it by not thinking of what Vestri may approve of.

When her crying died down enough, Sunrise gasped out, “I’m so-re-he-he!” Lifting her head, she choked, “I-I-I will b-beha-have!”

At the bemusement of the other caribou, Vestri knelt down and reached out his hand. Preparing herself to have her head patted or ears rubbed, Sunrise stretched her neck out to him. Instead, Vestri grabbed her severely about the horn and yanked her face back to the stone.

Vestri twisted his wrist, forcing Sunrise to turn her head with it or risk her horn snapping right off. “Yet each time you apologize, each time you claim you will behave, you go and prove to me you will do anything but!” he exclaimed.

Sunrise gritted her teeth, her tear-blurred eyes staring up at her master. Oh goddesses, two days in a row she was going to have a good day, and both times she ruined it for herself! She remembered the poor mares on her way to the town center and whispered, “P-Please don’t m-m-make me public u-use.”

Vestri outright laughed and looked back at the other males, “Perhaps I should. I should give you over to the others and see just how much of a ‘well-behaved’ slut you would be.”

At the murmurs of approval and chuckles, Sunrise broke into a fresh wave of tears. She outstretched her hand toward Vestri. She looked back at all her experience with talking to nobles and Canterlot elite. None of it would help her here. Her words failed her. Sunrise dropped her hand and pulled it in under her, awaiting the moment when she would be given over to the other caribou for her folly.

Rather than that, Vestri hissed in warning, “You will not speak without permission and unless you are spoken to. If I see you step one hoof out of line, you will wish I had given you over to the others. I have given you too many chances.” Vestri paused, then added, “Maybe I should give you to Ivangir. He has no qualms against completely breaking a female.”

Sunrise’s breath caught in her throat and she nodded vigorously. I will ask him before I do anything, and I will at every chance try to show him I meant what I said…

Vestri seemed satisfied with her response, as he stood and turned to the others. Their conversation continued, something about devices, though Sunrise wasn’t truly paying attention. For several moments, Sun focused on the pain and heat radiating from her backside. She waited for it to subside before crawling painfully over to settle and lean against Vestri’s leg. When no words of encouragement or even a hand upon her head came, Sunrise huddled in on herself.

She’d screwed up. She’d adapted so quickly and instead threw it all away for the pleasures of removing the plug, using her magic, and masturbation. She was a fool to think Vestri wouldn’t mind if she did those things. From now on, she would always ask permission.

Suddenly, as one, all of the caribou glanced at her. Sunrise froze up, her eyes wide in momentary terror. They looked away, and she heard one say, “Are you sure?”

Vestri replied, “Quite sure.”

Whatever she missed, it seemed important, but when she brought her ears to attention to listen Vestri tugged on her leash. Around them, the other caribou started walking off together. Vestri kept a good pace with them, forcing Sunrise to crawl as fast as she could, hissing in pain at each step. Oh Celestia, her rear hurt. From the feeling of her hands and knees, those would hurt soon enough just from the pace.

When they all passed the group of ponies, she heard a mare’s voice callout, “Karma!”

Sunrise folded her ears back and tried to ignore it. Maybe she did deserve this. Her eyes flooded over with tears, making it hard to see where she was going. With the pace Vestri set, though, she couldn’t wipe them. Blinking them clear, she stuck her tongue out in disgust once they reached the dirt roads. However, this wasn’t one of the two she was used to.

Every so often, they passed a burned out house, or piles of rubble, but it hardly looked like the worst damage. Though it’d probably only been a good ten minutes, the walk… well, crawl felt like an hour. Pebbles dug into her knees and palms, and the pain in Sunrise’s backside kept flaring up with every step.

The building they came to was fairly large, and relatively untouched by the ravages seen by other structures. This time, four caribou guards stood outside, instead of the two from the large house. They all glared down at Sunrise as one, wilting the mare. Not threatening, not doing anything. Being good. With a rough tug, Vestri dragged her inside.

Inside the building lay only what Sunrise could describe as a dining hall, probably for festivities or the various workers. Most of the tables lay pushed and abandoned against the walls. Chairs lay scattered where they were thrown. In the middle of the room, though, four of the smaller tables were gathered together to form a rough square. There, at the center of one of the tables sat Dainn. The seven caribou, including Vestri, saluted with fists to their chest.

They headed for the tables as one. Two each at either side of Dainn, and three at the table across. Sunrise attempted to make herself as small as possible when Vestri sat to Dainn’s right, leaving her to settle on the floor next to her master in full view of the King. At Dainn’s left sat who she thought to be Ivangir. When he caught her looking at him, he leveled a glare at Sunrise that wilted her. She didn’t hold that gaze for long.

This close, Dainn looked far larger. The way he held himself she’d seen plenty of times in Canterlot. Sure of himself, but worried. What would he worry about?

Dainn clearing his throat dragged Sunrise out of her thoughts. She spotted the various males pulling sheets of paper from pouches on their belts, Vestri included. In fact, Vestri’s appeared like the parchment he was using last night. “I want reports on everything. No need for numbers, I’ve looked into that already,” he announced.

Vestri spoke first, “The ponies were easily taken, though many tried to put up a fight. Minor injuries to some, and a farmer managed to skewer Calder with a pitchfork. He’ll be fine after the healers are finished with him and he rests. I believe there are still a good many hiding. We drag them out the moment they are found.” Vestri’s gaze traveled to glance down at Sunrise. She lowered her eyes when he continued, “We’ll see trouble from many of them, both the males and females.”

I’ll try not to be trouble anymore…

Ivangir cleared his throat and sifted through his papers. “The bolas and nets worked well against the few flyers amongst them. We had to repurpose them to use against runners, though it was not as effective as I would have hoped. As for the bracers and armor, the horned ones were little trouble. Most did not think to use their magic until it was too late, and a knock against the horn easily makes them lose concentration.”

He set the papers down and added, “I’d like new catchpoles added to the list.”

Dainn nodded and replied, “When get get together a list of what to replace and to make, I’ll make sure they are added. Throtr?”

Sunrise peeked over the tabletop to watch the smallest of the Council. “Most of our original cargo is damaged or waterlogged. The trip and storms did not help us in that regard. Our supply of shock batons is low, and we’ve lost half the flora and fauna we brought with us. We have enough to get by with, but not if we lose anymore,” Throtr explained, looking over several sheets probably telling of cargo.

Anvari spoke up, suddenly, “Let’s not forget the females. They are getting restless. Too much time on the ships, little play, and certainly not enough exercise.”

Dainn waved his hand, “They will be brought out either tomorrow or the day after once we settle things here. The Runemasters are making sure we will not be disturbed. They’re currently out setting runestones and wards to be sure that from the outside and above the town looks normal. If any flyers come in, we’ll capture them by the time they pierce the wards.”

A caribou built like an ox with arms almost as large as Sunrise’s waist glanced over at her strangely. He seemed oddly interested in her collar. He studied over for several seconds, then interjected. “We will need to do something about the collars, too. They are created for our own females, not the bodies of these ponies. When they are clipped on, if they fit at all, they tend to be tight, preventing in some cases breathing or swallowing. In most cases, they chafe.”

He stood and worked his way around to grab Sunrise’s chin. She folded her ears back, but said not a word. Behave. Don’t speak. He lifted the collar and trailed his finger along her neck, pointing to various places where redness could be seen beneath her coat. She wished to wriggle, thrash, duck back, something to get out of the caribou’s grasp. Vestri’s hand on her shoulder calmed her, though, and she gazed in his direction and relaxed herself.

After an eternity, he released her collar and chin and traveled back to his chair. Sunrise rubbed where he had stiffly grabbed her. His grip had felt crushing.

“What do you propose, Durnir?” Dainn asked, crossing his arms over his chestplate.

Durnir withdrew a sheet of paper and slid it forward on his table. The other caribou raised out of their seats to examine it. “Three collars made in the sizes required for these ponies. Not just that, but different categories. Most of them fight against us, though some try to avoid trouble or even conduct themselves as is their new position.” Several more sheets joined the first. “I propose colors to differentiate. Red for those who have accepted their position. Lacquer, paint, whatever gives the color. Padded, as well, with different kinds of padding for different ponies.” He pointed suddenly at Sunrise, or more exactly, her neck. “Our base silver can remain to mean those that have not yet fallen into a category.” Durnir suddenly grinned maliciously and tapped his finger on one of the drawings. “And black. Those who fight us or refuse to accept their position. Easily seen and uncomfortable as a nest of hornets. Ivangir will particularly enjoy this, but I suggest a Black is not gone easy on. Let them feel the full strength of our arm until they accept their place or we beat it into them.”

Sunrise swallowed and glanced fearfully up at her master. If he put her into a Black… She recalled the whippings and the ache in her ass that still throbbed. She flinched, imagining it as the tip of the iceberg. No, she would be a Red. She hoped. That is if things weren’t too late for her. She leaned over and laid her chin on his leg, nudging her head against his stomach. When he laid his hand on her head and stroked it down her mane, she released a sigh of relief. She wasn’t doomed quite yet.

She twitched and cocked her ears when another of the caribou spoke. “To add onto that idea, wing sheaths for the flyers. Pluck them clean, slip them on, no feather growth, no flying. Red and black. Red massages, black cramps. Runed on the insides and controlled by a rune-rod.” Short and straight to the point, thought Sunrise.

She shut her eyes and flicked her ear, pushing herself into her master’s petting. It was one small consolation in a day where everything had gone wrong for her.

Dainn speaking drew an eye open, though she shut it quickly, “What of the contraption?”

Vestri replied swiftly, “It should be completed tomorrow. It will do well enough until we have the time to craft proper ones. I have an idea of who will be first.”

Sunrise bristled, feeling like they were talking about her, and could feel their sudden gazes. Contraption? Please don’t let it be something horrible.

“Make sure she is ready,” Dainn remarked. “As for the list of supplies, let’s go over what we have now, what the town had to offer, and what we need,” he moved on.

The discussion that followed bored Sunrise, simply talking of food stores, various materials and tools, and anything that wouldn’t interest her. Instead, Sunrise folded her ears back and thought of what the rest of the day may hold for her, as well as the next. Vestri was pissed at her, as her pain-filled rump testified. Images of acts Ivangir would perform on her turned Sunrise cold. Her mind ran away with ideas. What if he stuffed her into a cage too small? The thought of being trapped in a cramped space unable to move terrified her. Or worse…. What if Ivangir took it steps further than Vestri? Making sure every one of her orifices were plugged with toys and signs like ‘I love fucking our new masters’ or ‘I betrayed you all for a better life’ and paraded past all the ponies in town? Or even given to all the stallions afterward!? Sunrise suddenly felt faint and pushed the thoughts from her head. This was not the time or place to freak out.

Cocking an ear, Sunrise listened to Dainn and the various other Council members discuss projects that needed done. Something about pods and hive creatures. Ignoring it for now, she focused more on the sensation of Vestri caressing her mane while the droning of voices shrank in the background. Just before she slid into a light sleep, Sunrise thought, I would do anything to be back in Canterlot...

Author's Notes:

Something certainly seems up with Sunrise, doesn't it? I just can't imagine what they may be.~