Author's Notes:

Sorry it's taken so long to release this. Loooots of things in the way! The next chapter will be even longer.

Sunrise Splendor shifted in her sleep, a sudden pang of discomfort waking her from her slumber. Blinking away her exhaustion, she groaned and sat up, squinting at the clock on the wall. Nearly three in the morning? Ugh. She twisted her head, noticing Vestri asleep with his back turned toward her, his head nearly off the bed so his antlers had room.

A pressing need suddenly took Sunrise, and she slipped out of the room into the bathroom to deal with it. After refreshing herself and grabbing a drink of water, she held a hand to her belly. Her nethers still felt tingly from the earlier rutting, and she was quickly regretting not eating hours ago. Peeking in on Vestri, she nodded to herself and slipped down to the kitchen. Maybe a rose-petal and hay sandwich would hit the spot. It wasn’t Canterlot fare, but right now, she was hungry enough for it.

Halfway through making the sandwich, she stared out one of the kitchen windows, a realization striking her. She could escape, here and now. If she were careful, she could make her way through and out of town without being spotted. Then she just had to find her way to the next town. Sun Streamer’s words came back to her, and her hand shook. It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? She’s not leashed right now, Vestri’s asleep, and if all went well, she’d be long gone before he knew.

Then what, though? She was nude, had no supplies, and she’d have caribou on her tail before long. To say nothing about what might be out there waiting for her. She knew that there were caribou in the woods preventing this sort of thing. Even if she could gather supplies without Vestri waking, how long would they last? She finished making her sandwich and set the various ingredients away before walking to a small table, wincing as she gingerly sat on the chair.

The sandwich vanished quickly, even with Sunrise’s mind on other things. She didn’t want to forget the fact that everything she’d worked for with him would go down the drain if she were caught again, which would be likely. Sunrise stared down at her hands. Two days. Two days she’d worn his collar. She wanted to please him, to be rewarded by him. Would she throw all that away for a chance, no matter how small, of freedom? And an overwhelming chance of being reduced to Ivangir’s plaything?

Sunrise shivered and held her arms around herself. Her mother was willing, as were the others, no matter that Sunrise had warned them it would fail. Why wasn’t she? Was Sunrise so terrified of the consequences of failure? To be honest with herself, yes, she was. But more so, she liked Vestri. She had disappointed him, but she’d seen what he could be. Strong, loving, caring. Even if he was an invader who said she was an animal. If he gave her the choice of leaving, she’d take it! Maybe even take him with her to show him a better existence. He’d be quite the oddity in Canterlot, in a good way. He’d be new, interesting. And let’s not forget the Right Hand of a King.

If she were to ask herself if she’d leave him now, to try to escape on her own or with the others, and asked herself why?

Her answer would be no. Part of it was the massive chance of being caught, but the rest was Vestri. She liked him, in a strange kind of fashion, and after last night, even found a certain… interest in him. She shivered at the memory of just how enjoyable the rutting had been, even without an orgasm. She thought it may have been due to something the plug in her ass did.

She stood and switched off the light, feeling her way up the stairs and back into the bedroom. Vestri still looked asleep, so she tiphoofed her way back into her pile of clothing and wrapped the blanket about herself.

Sunrise would make sure she was the perfect pet for him. She didn’t notice Vestri shifting about to glance down at her. He studied her for a long moment, then nodded to himself with a grin before heading back to sleep himself.

“Wake up,” Vestri growled, nudging Sunrise with his boot.

Sunrise groggily opened her eyes and twisted the blanket further about herself. Through the haze of sleepiness, she could barely make out the clock. Just enough to tell it was a quarter after six in the morning. Way too early to get up. This time Vestri prodded his boot against her rump quite a bit more roughly. Sunrise yelped and sat up straight, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Vestri was fully dressed and held a bag over one shoulder that clinked metallically with each movement he made. Hanging from the opening of the bag and over Vestri’s chest was a chain and black collar, which made Sunrise’s eyes widen in fear. Whatever the collar was for, though, it wasn’t her. Maybe.

“Get up,” he commanded, “There’s been an escape. We’re going hunting.” Vestri turned away and headed out the bedroom door, puzzling Sunrise.

No leash? No command to follow or threats of punishment? Sunrise threw aside the blanket and rose, feeling stiff. She limped after Vestri, the movement helping her shake loose the stiffness. Outside the house, he lingered with several other caribou. “-tracks diverge from each other into several groups. Two flares have already been sent up, but the other groups as of yet remain missing. They won’t get far,” one of the caribou said to Vestri. Most of them were wearing fur vests and leggings, drawing a disgusted eye from Sunrise.

They loped away. Vestri gazed back at his pet and nodded his head in their direction, taking after them. Sunrise had to break into a sprint to catch up, then keep up a good pace with her Master through the streets. A good thing she had a gym membership back in Canterlot; she imagined there was going to be quite a bit of running. The group ran through the streets, then through the town center before reaching the warehouses.

One of the males fell back to jog alongside Vestri. “What have you and the other Trackers found?” her Master inquired.

“About a hundred ponies gone from Warehouse Two. They used some underground cellar to escape through tunnels leading to the beachhead by the docks. The ones that stayed behind could only give us a little,” the tracker replied.

Sunrise stumbled and fell back a bit, grimacing at the sudden twinge her plug gave her. They really did it, they escaped like they say they would. Was her mother in one of the groups caught? Her aunt and uncle? What about her father? She warned them! She told them what would happen, and already some of the escapees were caught.

“From the looks of things, they split into five groups of approximately twenty each.”

Vestri nodded and barked, “Once we reach that point, split off. One tracker with me, the others follow the other trails. Flares up when they are found.”

“Yes, Lieutenant!” the Tracker barked and saluted, galloping ahead to relay the orders to the other trackers.

Vestri peered back over his shoulder at Sunrise, whose aching muscles were loosening from the exertion. “Keep up, Sunny. We have a good distance to go,” he muttered. Sunrise swallowed, but nodded in response. She needed to pace herself, or she’d quickly find herself tiring and falling behind. She dreaded knowing what would happen if she did.

Past the warehouses and down along the beachfront the group traveled, following some unseen tracks that Sunrise couldn’t understand. It just looked like a beach that a good many ponies traversed. Isn’t it usually that way during the day from ponies spending the day here? She nearly slipped a few times in the soft sand, having to exert herself all the more just to keep up with Vestri and the Trackers. Her rear ached from the plug in her rump shifting so much, but she ignored it for the time being. Sun had to keep up.

The group came up onto a path that Sunrise easily saw was freshly dug into by a good many hooves. She blanched when it dove into the forest. She swallowed and followed Vestri, attempting to stick close to him and not stray too far. Oh Goddesses, he keeps a fast pace, Sunrise inwardly complained. A flare suddenly went up, startling her and drawing the attention of the caribou. “That’s three,” Vestri commented while they all trotted into the treeline.

Whatever dark magic the caribou used to see in the shadows of the forest, Sunrise suddenly wished she had it. While the path wasn’t treacherous, it was freshly made so there were still a good many obstacles she nearly tripped over. At one point, Sunrise even stumbled into Vestri, who gave her a sidelong glance. Sun blushed and apologized quickly, training her eyes on the ground. When she next glanced up, two of the Trackers were gone. There must have been a couple splits, Sunrise pondered.

The path lead to a stream, and the group of caribou stopped at the edge. Panting, Sunrise leaned against Vestri’s side, smiling to herself when he laid his hand on her head. Her legs burned, but it was more of a pleasant workout burn than her reaching her limit. The other burn, however, rested in her backside from the constantly shifting plug. I’m going to be so bucking sore later… I hope Vestri has no plans for me involving sex, I need a break!

She watched while the remaining three Trackers combed the area, checking over every bit of underbrush and even the stream itself. When she glanced questionably up at Vestri, he whispered down to her, “They’re looking for traces of the escapees. There’s no longer one path.” He pointed out a few things. Broken branches on brush leading one way, overturned rocks and furrows in the stream leading upstream, depressions in the ground where ponies rested. To Sunrise’s eyes, they looked just like everything else. Suddenly, one of the Trackers took off upstream.

Sensing it was nearly time for them to continue the chase, Sunrise knelt down and massaged up over her thighs and calves. Once she stopped aching as much, she stretched each leg, grimacing at the feel of the forest loam against her bare nethers. She suddenly wanted a hot bath just to relax in. A second Tracker suddenly sprinted off into the trees, leaving the third to remain with them. The grip of Vestri’s hand in her mane suddenly brought Sunrise to stand before he pulled her up by her hair.

The Tracker jerked his head and vanished into the underbrush, Vestri following right afterward. Yelping at the suddenness of it, Sunrise dashed after them to catch up, cringing when the underbrush scratched at her legs. She caught up to Vestri, feeling decidedly better after stretching. At the pace they were going, which slowed down at times while their Tracker watched for the trail, Sunny felt she could easily keep up with these constant periods to cool down.

However, it was still mostly slow going, since the sky started lightening through the periodic view through the trees above. Sunrise stumbled fewer times now that she could see far better with the sun rising instead of by the meager moonlight passing through the trees. May the Sun shine upon my days, and Celestia’s light guide me on my path. May the Lunar Sister guard me during the night, and their love protect me from what lies ahead, Sunrise prayed to the Princesses.

She breathed heavily now, the pace she thought she could handle earlier instead having been turned into constant speeding up and slowing down, while the terrain hindered her every step of the way. The burn was back, but this time, it left Sunrise feeling weak and tired. I have to keep going, Vestri will be disappointed if I can’t.

The sky grew brighter, and while that aided Sunrise in watching the ground, it didn’t help her regain her strength. A particular twinge in her backside forced Sun to lose her focus and she tripped over an exposed root she had not noticed. Sunrise’s immediate yelp found itself suppressed when she tumbled face first into the loam. Pulling herself to her hooves, she stumbled and faceplanted yet again into moss. Her legs felt like jelly now that she wasn’t so focused on the path. Sunrise drew herself tentatively to her hooves using a sapling, her legs wobbling beneath her. When she stepped forward, her legs collapsed beneath her. She reached out toward the receding figures of Vestri and the tracker, attempting to call out between her panting gasps.

“Ves-Ve-gasp-Vest-” Sunrise panted, wilting when he started vanishing amongst the trees. Drawing in a deep breath and forcing herself not to gasp, Sunrise Splendor called out, “Master!” When the figure in the trees paused and glanced back, then appeared to say something to the Tracker before working his way through the trees back toward her.

Relaxing on the moss in relief, Sunrise stared tiredly up at Vestri. He said nothing when he came up to her, instead grasping her roughly by the hair and dragging her to her hooves. Clenching her eyes and teeth in pain, Sunrise suddenly found herself lifted and thrown over Vestri’s shoulder. The sudden rush of cool, morning air over her backside sent a shiver down Sunrise’s spine. It was quite the odd position for her, Vestri holding onto her legs while her pelvis rested on his shoulders and her body lay over his back. She was amazed at her Master’s strength. The moment he began loping back towards the Tracker, making sure that Sunrise was situated in such a way as to not bounce, the mare found herself more so amazed he could run while carrying both the bag and her. A tinge of awe went through her at his strength.

Turning so she could peer past herself and Vestri’s arm, Sunrise’s eyes went wide when she caught the tracker eyeing appreciatively over her rump. Her face darkened and she flattened her tail over her backside. If anypony gets a show like that, it’s Vestri. The sudden thought surprised her, but was driven from her mind the moment Vestri and the Tracker resumed their hunt.

Outside of watching the ground go by beneath them, Sunrise could not see much of anything happening. When she twisted about to peer in front, she felt Vestri suddenly stumble as he was thrown off balance. He caught himself, but the loud slap to Sun’s rump dissuaded her from further attempts. Instead, Sunrise reached back as much as she could to massage over her legs and dissuade them from cramping.

This close to him, his scent was overpowering. Sunrise found it was all she could do to not think of last night’s happenings. Maybe when she’s had a nice soak and time to relax, Vestri would remove the plug and show her just how much of a gentle lover he could be?

A flash of colored light overhead took Sunrise’s attention, and she twisted her head to spot the flare through the foliage. It was nearly overhead. Vestri and the Tracker both seemed to forget the tracks for the time being, instead increasing their pace and sprinting through the forest. Five flares, five groups. I don’t doubt that some ponies went off on their own from the smaller groups, but still. All five were caught. The idea of herself being in one of those groups or, Celestia forbid, caught alone caused her to shudder.

They broke out into a clearing a short time later, leaving Sunrise to blink spots out of her eyes from the sun suddenly blinding her. The bag of collars crashing to the ground startled Sunrise, and she felt herself lifted and planted hooves first on the ground. Clinging to Vestri’s arm for support while she gained her legs back, she glanced about.

Around them in the tall grass, albeit short enough to see through, a group of seven stallions sat chained to each other, watched by only a few caribou. The eleven mares, however, were all in some way bound and gagged, leaving them very little room to move around in. One caught her eye, however. There amidst the group was her mother. Oh… I told you not to leave, mother...

She must have said something out loud, as Vestri turned toward her and rose an eyebrow. Thinking quickly, Sunrise bit her lip and bent down, cringing at the feel of the plug in her sore ass. She took the loose black collar in her hands and stood with it. Swallowing with a mouth that suddenly went dry, Sunrise spoke, “She’s showed us she’s not a Red or Silver.”

Vestri suddenly gave a smile that left butterflies in Sunrise’s belly. “Now you’re doing something that makes me proud. Come, let us show the mares what it means to defy their Masters.” He reached down and lifted the bag of collars, throwing it roughly to the Tracker. “Have everyone change out the collars on the females. Take no pity on them and treat them as roughly as you like. Break them, if you have to. As for the yellow one, unchain her from the others and bring her here,” Vestri barked while Sunrise lowered her eyes and twisted the open collar around in her grasp.

Her mother was never going to forgive her for this, nor would the rest of her family. Sunrise blanched as she stared down at the collar. It’d prevent her from getting one of her own, but would it be worth it in the end? She loved her mother and father, but her mother hadn’t listened to her! They were going to be put in black anyway, but if she was the one to slip the black collar on Sun Streamer’s neck, Vestri would be proud of her, she’d get a red. She shook her head clear of the thoughts. She was far more accepting of this than she should be. What’s wrong with her? Did everything with Vestri really change her that much in such a short amount of time?

She rose her head to stare at the group of mares. Their old collars were being removed, with their new blacks being snapped around their necks. Any mare that resisted in the least, even if it was to pull away received at best a snap of a whip. The cries of one mare caught her attention, and she shifted her gaze to… oh dear. She blushed and averted her eyes from the scene of a mare being picked up and very publicly shoved down onto a particularly exuberant caribou’s cock. It went straight up the mare’s ass. Sunrise flattened her ears back and flinched, trying not to listen to the cries that were mostly pain.

The clacking of shackles and struggles of a mare caught Sunrise’s attention. Turning her head, she noticed one of the caribou carrying her mother, who wiggled within her bindings and shouted obscenities through her ballgag. However, the moment Sun Streamer spotted Sunrise, her eyes widened and she went silent. Sun Streamer’s neck already lay bare of the silver collar that almost everyone wore.

At a nudge from Vestri, Sunrise held her head high and walked over to the two, opening the collar to its fullest. This close, she noticed a metal ring about the base of her mother’s horn. A nullifier! Sunrise exclaimed in her head. Gulping, Sunrise forced herself to calmly say her words, “Mother, I asked you not to do this… I didn’t want to see you put in black. But seeing as it is too late, I’d rather do it myself than…” She paused and collected her breath, holding out the collar. “Than let the caribou do it. I hope you can forgive me, and that one day you’ll be a Red alongside me…” Ignoring Sun’s muted protests, Sunrise stepped forward and slipped the collar around Sun Streamer’s neck, the click of it shutting sounding final. “Please… please treat her nicely…” The caribou carrying Sun Streamer simply cocked an eyebrow and laughed mockingly, then turned away, carrying Sunrise’s mother back toward the main group.

Despite Sun Steamer’s sounds of anguish at the betrayal from her daughter, Sunrise turned and walked away, trying to hold back her tears. Better me than them… She wrapped her arms around her chest and fell against Vestri once she reached him. Even his hand stroking along the back of her head didn’t comfort her.

“They will take care of everything else. We need to get back, it shouldn’t take near as long if we keep a good pace,” Vestri said to her, then turned away.

Instead of following, Sunrise sank to her knees, the grass tickling over her body. Better me than them, and yet… A sob escaped her throat and she buried her face in her hands. Tears soaked and leaked through her fingers while she thought of the ramifications. Yes, it was far better that she did it than the caribou, but her mother would remember that. Everything she did drove her further away from the other ponies and bound her more to Vestri.

A shadow passed over her and held, and when she didn’t move, Sunrise suddenly found two strong arms slip under her legs and back and lift her into the air. Blinking the tears from her eyes and lowering her hands, she stared up at Vestri. Immediately, she buried her face into his chest and screamed her frustration and anguish. Whatever he thought about it, he stayed silent and loped off into the forest. After thoroughly soaking his coat with her tears, her sobs died down and she rested within his embrace, staring off into space too much to notice the forest around them.

Vestri’s voice cut through the silence, “You knew they were going to escape, yet you told me neither of their plans nor the tunnels.”

It sounded less like question and more like a statement, but Sunrise answered anyway, “You ordered me to stay silent, Master. I dared not go against that order.”

He made a noncommittal grunt in response and said nothing more. Sunrise hugged her arms about herself and nestled into Vestri’s chest, amazed at how thick and cozy his coat was.

She must have dozed off, because the next moment, the sounds of voices woke her up. Flicking her ears, she peeked open her eyes.

“-the word that all escapees are captured and have appropriately punished. I want them readied for the Ceremony. Make sure the stallions are separated from the mares and the mares properly bound. Any blacks in the groups are to be kept separate from the other mares,” she heard Vestri explain. “They need to be gagged, harnessed, bitted, whatever is appropriate.”

She twisted her head just in time to see a smaller Caribou salute. He even had a far smaller pair of antlers. Maybe a juvenile? The caribou raced off, leaving Sunrise to think he was a messenger. Blinking the light doze out of her eyes, she noticed they were back amongst the warehouses. Caribou walked everywhere with purpose, many carrying sacks to and from the boats currently tied in at the docks, while others used wagons to move larger crates around. Many of the crates had caribou runes upon them, but she could not decipher what they meant.

Vestri suddenly moved off through the streets, though this time the two did not move through the town center. The path Vestri took, Sunrise noted, was a longer route. Whatever’s going on in the plaza, he does not wish for me to see. By the looks of the sun through the houses and trees in the distance, it was still early morning. How long did it take us to return?

“So you’re finally awaken, Sunny,” Vestri’s voice startled Sunrise. He lowered her to the ground, and she slipped out of his arms to stand unsteadily on her hooves. For some reason, the events of the past few hours felt like they’d happened to somebody else. She felt remorse, but it was almost as if it were something that’d happened months ago. “Come,” Vestri ordered, continuing his walk. “We must prepare ourselves for the Ceremony. You are to look your best,” he finished matter-of-factly.

The Ceremony? And looking my best? Sunrise’s mood immediately picked up. That meant a good bath, grooming, her jewelry! She may even get to finally dress in something rather than stay nude! She hurried to Vestri’s side with a spring in her step. The moment Sunrise stepped through the door to her house, all ache in her legs and rear were forgotten. She slipped past him, much to his surprise, and made her way swiftly up the stairs to the bathroom. A bath! Then I groom myself within an inch of my life, put on my best creations and… Sunrise paused just as she slipped the plug into the drain. All the town’s mares were stripped of clothing. No dress… but what if I instead use some of the more revealing shawls and draperies from a dress? Yes! Vestri would enjoy that!

She started the water, grinning widely at the steam rising from the water just as Vestri entered the bathroom behind her. Bent over as she was, Sunrise was exposing quite a bit to her Master. He certainly noticed, for Vestri walked over and slid a hand up between Sunny’s legs to cup his thick fingers over her nethers. Sun pushed herself against him, a grunt of approval leaving Vestri’s throat.

Drawing a finger down along Sunrise’s slit and eliciting a shiver of excitement from the mare, Vestri breathed, “Let’s get this out of you, Sunny. You will not need it for what comes ahead.” He gripped the base of the plug and twisted it back and forth, placing his hand upon Sunrise’s back to hold her down. Slipping the edge of a finger into her mouth, she bit down and cringed with each twist and pull of the plug, a whimper escaping her the moment Vestri wiggled the plug to free it from her ass. With agonizing slowness, Vestri edged the toy out bit by bit until finally, the largest portion slipped free, the rest following shortly after.

Sunrise gasped, her whole body shuddering from being free of the plug. Oh Goddesses, I ache… Her pucker clenched down tight, throwing another shudder through the mare’s body. She felt raw from the toy having been in her all night and through the run as well. Taking several deep breathes as the ache subsided into a dull throb. Sunrise suddenly stiffened up when Vestri’s thumb not only planted itself against her asshole, but also pushed against it. After already having been loosened by the plug, his thumb easily pushed itself into her body, eliciting a whine from the mare.

“Wh-Why are you so interested in my rear, Master?” Sunrise queried, forcing herself to relax so she won’t clamp down around Vestri’s thumb.

He pushed his thumb in up to his palm and curled it within Sunrise, causing her to stand on her tip hooves. “It is not such,” he replied. “You are being trained to accept your master everywhere.”

Accept him… Oh dear Celestia. He means to fuck me up the ass as well! Oh please, don’t do it now, I don’t want another day of awkward walking or crawling, especially not for whatever this ‘Ceremony’ is! Sunrise thought frantically. Vestri grunted, and he slipped his thumb out of her ass. A sigh of relief passed Sunrise’s lips and she clenched down, her tail lowering to cover her backside. When Vestri’s hand left her back, Sunny remained in place, even when she heard the stomping hoofsteps of the caribou exiting the bathroom. After a short period of time, Sunrise stood and lifted each of her hooves into the bathtub, cringing at not just the aches of her legs, but that of her rump and anus.

Sunrise relaxed within the soothing waters of her bath, stretching her legs so as to get their entirety beneath the surface. She cooed with relief when aches seeped out of her, to be replaced by warmth. Reflexively, Sun nearly lifted her brushes with her magic, though she managed to stop herself before she even touched the power. She reached over instead for her bath scent, carefully popping the lid open and dripping it into the still running stream of water.

“Master,” Sunrise said loud enough to be heard in the other room. Vestri entered the bathroom once again, his boots now missing, along with the rest of his clothing. Her eyes lingered on his thick cock dangling from between his legs, though she noted the intricately-carved box in his hands. “Why did you choose me?” she asked, breathing in the scent emanating from the water.

Vestri paused, then turned his head to eye Sunrise, his antler caps gleaming in the bathroom light. He set the box down on the sink and flipped open the lid, though from Sunrise’s position, she was unable to see inside. “I was not happy with the females provided to me, and even when I was allowed to choose, they were not what I was looking for,” he stated, reaching into the box to retrieve a pair of scissors. Vestri proceeded to stare intently into the mirror while he trimmed over the tuft of beard attached to his chin.

Between snips, he explained, “When we landed, I kept close watch amongst the crowds, seeing very little that caught my eye. However, when the festivities started, I saw you amongst the other ponies, looking far more sophisticated than the other females. I followed you, and when you paused to listen to discussions that concerned you not, I took you for my own.”

Sunrise held her shampoo in one hand while she put the pieces together. “You knew I wasn’t from around here, didn’t you? That I was far more than all the other mares?” She didn’t know whether to blush at being chosen for being a high-class mare, or to be sad she was the first to be chosen.

Setting down the scissors and lifting a fine-toothed comb, Vestri dragged it through his coat in short, meticulous strokes. Do caribou worry about their appearance as much as I do? “Your clothing was of a far finer cut than all the rest, showing it was not from around here or there would be more of it. Your mane and tail styling suggested you saw great importance in your looks,” he explained, not taking his eyes off the mirror. “You were obviously not from this village, and from what little I could gather, were probably from an important Equestrian city. Your behavior when I claimed you added to that, so tell me. Who were you?”

Sunrise dunked her head under the water and thoroughly soaked her mane. Wiping strands of her mane and water out of her eyes, she shut off the faucet and stared in amazement at Vestri. He wanted to know about her? Vestri, her master, wished to know about her? She leapt at the chance and spoke while she undid portions of her mane and drizzled shampoo over it. “Well, uh, I was a jeweler. That’s my special talent. I could cut gems to release their natural beauty to appear as a sunrise when light hit them right,” she answered, swearing when she said ‘special talent’ she heard Vestri whisper, “Not anymore.” I must have heard wrong, or was hearing things. “I was from Fillydelphia, but when I made a huge deal, I used the funds to buy a store in Canterlot, where I became well-known and one of the Elite,” she replied proudly.

While she scrubbed her hair, Vestri pointed the comb at Sunrise and growled, “You will forget all that. What is important now is how well-behaved you will be, how you will please me, and how much of a pet you will act.”

Sunrise gasped with shock. Forget who she was? It was unthinkable to do so! She dunked her head and scrubbed all the lather out of her mane, breathing deep afterward. “I… yes, Master,” she acknowledged, bowing her head. “I…. what is this Ceremony? What would you have me do?” she queried. Sunrise grasped the brush and her body wash, getting to work on the stains upon her coat that appeared every day, quite careful of the bruises on her backside.

Several silent moments passed by, and Sunrise sank into the water, embarrassed at asking a question Vestri wished not to answer. Vestri’s answer broke the silence, startling Sunrise. “You need not worry about most of it. Just know that you will have a choice to make. The Red or Black. I also advise that you come up with an oath that you will say in front of the crowd to me. You will be tested, pet. You have to earn your Red.”

Sunrise nodded excitedly, her mind working through his answer. An oath? Tested? Alright, that must mean he wants an oath of allegiance to the caribou and himself? No, there’s more to it than that. That would easily be subverted if I wished to do so. She dragged the brush across her coat, deep in thought with a distant look in her eyes. Vestri glanced aside at her, his gaze lingering for a moment. Whatever he noticed left him content as he returned to his own grooming.

He can’t mean… He had told her to forget who she had been. The moment of realization hit her. He wants me to denounce the Princesses, accept the caribou as my owners and rulers. Probably more, much more! She peeked aside at Vestri and swallowed. Could she actually do that? Throw aside the Princesses like that? I would probably have to, just to avoid the Black and Ivangir. Sunrise dunked herself into the waters again, holding her breath while she rinsed soap from her coat. Whatever she would need to do, she still had time before it came to pass. Time to think and plan.

With her bath finished, Sunrise pulled the plug from the drain and stepped out onto the bathrug next to the tub. Grabbing a towel from the rack next to her, she bundled her mane up within it. A second followed, and she intricately wrapped her tail within it in such a way as to keep the towel from simply falling off. This, however, left her rump exposed to Vestri. He flung his hand out without looking, the smack to her ass not just reverberating throughout the bathroom. The shriek that left her mouth would have deafened lesser ponies in a heartbeat.

Sunrise glared at Vestri’s back and rubbed her suddenly-sore-again rear. It’s like his entire purpose is to just make me unable to sit, walk, or crawl anywhere without some modicum of discomfort! She grabbed the third towel on the rack and wrapped it around her waist, walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

No clothes, and I don’t want to go overboard with the makeup. Maybe touch up my bruises, do the same for my butt so it doesn’t look splotchy since I want my Master to enjoy it as others will, make sure I wear my best jewelry, and… Sunrise paused, taking a look at her pile of clothing. One of the dresses caught her eye. She flinched when she knelt down, a fresh bout of soreness erupting not just around her hole but also the series of bruises and the fresh smack mark. Pushing herself through the soreness, Sunrise pulled the dress from the flattened pile and held it up to the window over the bookshelves.

Yes, there! While the dress itself was a brilliant blue and layered, it wasn’t so much the dress that caught her eye rather than the shawl and outermost layer. The entire dress was made more for private parties to catch the eye of a potential suitor. She’d worn it no more than a few times. It was made to draw the eye towards her assets. The outer layer was a semi-dress and shawl that was mostly transparent. All I would have to do is remove it and slip it around myself. I’d get to wear something, and Vestri would still have his view. I really hope he allows it!

Setting the dress down on one of the dressers, she admired it with a smile. I’m surprised I haven’t worn it more. It really is a nice dress. Unraveling the towel around her mane, she started the arduous task of drying it enough to be brushed and styled. She caught herself nearly levitating the brush over from the dresser and cursed herself silently. I need to be careful. One bit of magic and Vestri will have my hide. Dragging the brush through her mane, she glanced at the blue strands out of the corner of her eye. The fabric will go along perfectly with it, just like my… other… dress.

She frowned, but didn’t feel too much loss over it. It was almost as if instead of a few days ago, she’d lost her dress last year. She shrugged and finished up her mane, undoing the towel from her tail to brush along it as well. Once Vestri was done in the bathroom, she needed to apply her makeup, give her mane and tail a simple styling, and then decide what jewelry to wear.

Vestri came back into the bedroom while Sunrise’s was busy brushing her tail and looking into the mirror. Before Sunrise could greet him, his eyes fell upon the dress and narrowed. He stomped over to the dresser and lifted the garment into the air, looking over it with a glare. “I thought you understood you weren’t permitted clothing?” he demanded, shifting the dress to grip it by the hem.

He’s going to tear it! She dropped the brush to the floor and dove, grabbing the dress in her hands and pulling it to her chest. At the same time, she knelt before Vestri and begged, “Master! Please don’t rip it! I wasn’t planning on wearing the dress! Just don’t destroy it!”

The caribou yanked the dress from Sunrise’s grasp, despite her grip upon it. Holding it out of her reach, he questioned her with a voice that told her not to lie, “Why was it out in a way that told me you were going to wear it, pet?”

Sunrise bit her lip and explained, “It wasn’t the dress itself, I swear! It’s the outer layer, which I plan to remove and wear. See-through, so I’m not hiding my body.” Please oh please accept that!

He looked over the dress, especially the outer layer, then laid it back upon the dresser. Vestri responded, “You will wear it when you are done, and I will decide whether you may keep it or not, Sunny.”

Sunrise said nothing. Instead, she darted to the dresser and stripped the outer layer from it, flinging the covering over her shoulder. She retreated to the bathroom afterward, nearly skipping the entire way while thinking, I get to wear it, I get to wear it! She proceeded with a much needed moment of brushing her teeth and application of makeup, though she skipped on the eyeshadow for obvious reasons. There was no need to scrub her face clean again if today’s Ceremony caused her to cry.

After dealing with oral hygiene and makeup, Sunrise stood tall and held the outer layer against her body. She could clearly see herself through the sheer fabric. Vestri will certainly love it. Will the Council be there? Slipping the neck ring over her head, Sun barely managed to get it down over her collar and settled the fabric down around her body.

The ‘dress’, as it was, consisted of two portions. The upper portion had two rippling swathes of fabric that extended down from the ring, over her breasts, and then to her sides where they looped through a ring and returned up her back to latch again to the neck ring. The skirt portion extended down past her knees, a wide V-shaped cut started at the sash around her navel and widened the further down it went, leaving her crotch completely open to the air.

Looking down over herself, Sunrise’s smile broadened. Yes, Vestri would greatly enjoy this! It made her look exactly like a prized mare. His prized mare. She turned back into the bedroom with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. “What do you think, Master? Everything I said it was?” Sunrise asked, parting her legs somewhat and twisting about to show him the dress, and more specifically, her body beneath it. She even bent over and flicked her tail to the side, turning her head back to stare at Vestri.

Vestri turned, the sunlight streaming through the windows glinting off his antler caps and bracers. In his hand, he held a shining ring of metal. Sunrise’s breath caught in her throat. A nullifier ring? He means to finally put one on me? Was it all a test? Or had he forgotten? Sunrise immediately ceased showing off and walked over to Vestri to kneel before him, raising her hand to brush her mane out of the way.

“You may keep it,” Vestri responded, and for once, he smiled down at Sunrise. Her heart fluttered and she blushed. He really smiled at her! “You are also a good girl for recognizing what this is and accepting it so readily, Sunny.”

For some reason, Sunrise took those words to heart. A week ago, if somepony had said that to her, she’d have had a fit and probably slapped them upside the face for ever suggesting they were in some way better than her. Now? I’m a good girl, he said so himself! Oh, it was so wonderful to hear those words. Now more than ever, she wanted to impress Vestri, just to hear more and be rewarded.

Vestri slid the ring onto her horn and twisted it into place. Almost immediately, Sunrise could tell the difference. While her magic was still there, it felt… distant. It wasn’t as if Vestri was allowing her to use her magic, though. She could deal with the nullifier ring. “May I stand, Master?” she queried with her head bowed. Vestri nodded, and Sunrise pushed herself to her hooves. With everything completed, there was just one last thing to worry about; what jewelry to wear.

Ignoring Vestri for the time being, she slid open the closet door and lifted a box set into the corner. To anyone in this town, it would appear to be an extravagant tackle box. For her, however, it was far more. It was her lifestyle. She sat down just outside of the closet with the box in her lap while Vestri watched curiously. Pressing the passcode into the front lock, Sunrise unlatched the box and popped it open. Inside, multiple tiers opened upwards and out to the side, showing a wide selection of jewelry, gems, settings, and a few spools of gold wire of various gauges. With the box open, a compartment in the base also slid open, revealing a set of immaculate and very expensive gem cutting tools. Beneath them sat another set of small tools for jewelry making. All of it great for on the road work, though to do anything serious, she’d need a shop.

Vestri approached her, staring into the box with interest. While Sunrise sorted through the various earrings, rings, and bracelets, he touched a thick finger to a set of earrings in one of the alcoves. “This one,” he said, understanding what Sunrise meant to do. Sunrise lifted the pair out of their padding and held them in her hand. She remembered when she made them. They were sapphire tear drops. When light hit them, they appeared like one was underwater looking up at the surface. A brilliant gold backing and setting, with platinum filigree inlaid into the back. One wouldn’t see it unless they got intimately close to the wearer.

She rose the earrings up to her ears, deftly undoing them to slip the spikes through her ear piercings. Sunrise clasped them into place and got them settled with a brief shake of her head. She caught Vestri looking over everything else with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Thinking that he had things in mind for later, she chose a specific bracelet. One she wore for only the most important events. It was the first she made for herself when she became one of the Canterlot Elite. It was a gold bracelet inlaid with citrine and sapphires. Her own coloration. She slipped it over her wrist, then gently shut the case and set it back into the closet. “I’m ready, Master.”

Vestri stood back up while Sunrise looked on, grabbed her leash from the nightstand, and clipped it to her collar. He seems so calm, so loving right now. This ‘Ceremony’, whatever it is, must be extremely important. I… hope that my oath will be everything they require. Whatever these other tests are.

Following Vestri out of the house, the first thing Sunrise noticed was that the streets were eerily quiet and empty. Nopony walked them, not even a caribou. In the distance, however, she could hear the roar of voices. Whatever was going on, it must require a good deal of the town. The second was that Vestri was without his boots. For a moment, she couldn’t imagine why he would be without them. It hit her then. They were made to grip ship decks, since hooves would simply slide everywhere.

It didn’t take long for Vestri to lead her into the town square. It took Sunrise a far shorter time to take it all in. The plaza was packed with ponies and caribou, far more than she thought were in the town. One half was filled with mares, and the other stallions, with caribou stationed throughout to prevent escape and to keep things under control.

In the back of the plaza stood a large group of mares, all chained together, and many bound and gagged further. Several of the more troublesome ones, it looked like, were bound in crude stocks with fresh helpings of seed splattered across their face and ballgags in their mouths. Some, she could see, had their arms behind their backs in a harness, and many showed signs of bruising or fresh welts. Every one of them wore a black collar around their necks. She couldn’t see her mother amongst them. The rest of the mares were sitting or standing around with tear-stained cheeks or fresh tears running down their faces. Sobs could be heard amongst the group.

Uncomfortable, Sunrise turned her attention to the males. Many were unbound, but here and there, a stallion was tied with rope, or even manacles. A quick glance showed her that more than a few kept glancing towards the mares with worry or anger. Others glared at her. Sunrise held her chin high and swayed her hips with every step. Let them stare or glare. She was Vestri’s personal pet, and they wouldn’t dare cross him.

Sunrise turned her attention to the platform up ahead. It was no longer a simple platform. Somepony had expanded it into a large stage. Upon it, Dainn stood in the back, with a couple of the other Council members flanking him. From this distance, she guessed them to be Durnir and Anvari. Sindri was just now climbing up the stairs, leaving a group of about forty caribou standing nearby and talking.

It wasn’t them that caught her eye. There upon the stage were several things. The foremost was a bench of some sort with a raised board on one end. What appeared to be a hole was drilled into the middle of the board. Whatever it was, the bench was of great importance to be up front. Is that the contraption? Whatever could it do? Near it were boxes on raised platforms. She couldn’t see them very well, but from the glint of red in one, she assumed them to be collars.

Several of the caribou from the group nearby glanced up at the two when they approached. The other Council members broke off and walked up the stairs, with Ivangir taking the rear behind Sunrise and Vestri. Sunrise glanced worriedly behind herself, swallowing. He scared her, plain and simple. The threats of her becoming his slave didn’t help in the least.

The leash suddenly tightened, leaving Sunrise to catch up quickly to Vestri up the steps. Up here, on the stage, Sunrise could get a good view of the crowd, especially the mares. A number of them looked without hope. Others hid themselves as best as they could, and more just glared defiantly, even with cum splattered across their muzzles and bodies. I was right, then. Some few, however, looked excited. A couple even leaned up against or clung to a nearby caribou. So I’m not the only one who’s accepted all this. That’s good!

Vestri lead her over to the contraption, allowing Sunrise to get a closer look at it. This close, she could see the telltale marks of hasty craftsmanship in its construction. Except for the raised board with the hole. It was more refined than the rest, like it was the important portion. The hole looked like something one could fit a carrot through. A dawn of realization hit Sunrise. Or a horn. This can’t be what I think it is!

She was dragged out of her thoughts when Vestri cleared his throat. Sun returned her attention to the crowd. To her right, Vestri stood, and to her left, Ivangir bracketed her.

Behind her, she heard Dainn mutter to one of the other caribou, “The females are being offloaded now?”

“As are the other creatures, they will be stored in the warehouses until they are outfitted properly,” Throtr replied.

“And the collars?”

Durnir responded this time, “If we want to do more than hold this town, we’ll need to repurpose the metal from the collars. Some of the supplies these ponies had were little better than slag.” He paused a moment, as if thinking, then continued, “Our leather stores should be enough to outfit our females and this town.”

Sunrise flicked her ear back to listen in. A stern look from Ivangir quickly changed her mind and she swiveled her ear forward. There was no need to be punished.

Dainn stepped forth beside the three and raised his arms into the air. The caribou amongst the crowd quieted down, though the ponies themselves did not. They were quieted swiftly by caribou wading amongst the crowds and touching stun sticks set to a low power against ponies who continued to talk. Those that struck out or didn’t take the hint found themselves collapsing when they were hit by a full charge.

Dainn reached his hand back, and one of the caribou handed him the loudspeaker. Raising it to his lips, Dainn spoke, “I wish to welcome you all to the Collaring Ceremony. To all of you stallions, I do apologize for the measures that we’ve taken to protect us. You will be released soon enough and given a chance to prove yourselves. As for the mares,” Dainn passed the loudspeaker across to Vestri, his arm close enough to Sunrise’s face for him to get a strong whiff of his scent. She sighed inwardly and blinked away the pleasantness.

Vestri held up the loudspeaker, nearly deafening Sunrise with his voice, “All the females here are owned by us, but do not despair. If you submit, and know your place, you will be well-cared for and often used. If not…” He gestured toward the chained and black-collared mares in the back. “My very own pet will show you how. First, she will surrender the part of herself she will no longer need to us.”

He lowered the loudspeaker and glanced aside to Sunrise. She swallowed when Vestri turned his gaze to the contraption. Surrender a part of myself I will no longer need. It is. It’s meant to remove a unicorn’s horn! The unease in her mind was barely quelled by the next thought. It’s not like I’ll need it anymore. I won’t ever be allowed to use my magic again. Will it hurt?

Vestri unclipped the leash from her collar, and Sunrise stepped over to the device. A bead of sweat formed on her brow. This was it. She looked out into the audience, then over at her master. Every eye was on her. Sunrise took in several deep breaths, then laid herself out on the bench. The coarse wood scraped against her and pulled at her dress. She shifted so that the delicate fabric wouldn’t tear, but she focused more on sliding her horn into the hole until her head bumped against the wood. Sunrise scrunched up her face and tensed her body, her breaths coming quicker and deeper with each passing second.

The sound of hooves on wood alerted her to someone approaching, and the board against her head shifted. Just out of the corner of her eye, she spied Vestri’s hand resting on the board next to the button. His voice boomed out over the crowd, “See how willingly she submits herself to us? How she knows her inferior magic and horn are of no use to her?”

His fingers flicked against the button. A loud ker-chunk reverberated across the stage, and Sunny felt an intensely sharp pain cross against her forehead, then just as quickly fade away. Feeling dizzy a second, Sunrise heard the clatter of something in the shallow bin on the other side of the board. Sitting up, she felt against her forehead. The comforting spiral of her horn was no longer in her sight, and her probing fingers found only a smooth-as-glass stub.

A collective gasp of shock and horror rippled through the crowd, and more than a few mares burst into sobs. Sunrise could even hear the more masculine sounds of a stallion here or there crying.

Looking downward in disbelief, Sunrise spied her horn sitting in the bin, the ring still around it. Vestri reached down and plucked her horn from the depression, pulled the nullifier ring from it, and wrapped a cord of leather around its base. Pausing briefly to admire his handiwork, the caribou slipped the cord around his neck, wearing Sunrise’s horn like a prize. No, no! It’s fine. It’s okay, it’s not like Vestri was ever going to let me use my magic again. I’ll be alright. It’s just my horn. It’s not like I can’t feel my magic anymore. Calm, deep breaths.

Whether Vestri noticed her distress or not, he gestured toward the stage floor between himself and Ivangir. Without a thought, Sunrise slipped over and knelt down between the two caribou, adjusting her dress around her. Everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong. It’s nothing I can’t handle.

“I believe you have something you wish to say, Sunny?” Vestri hinted, reaching down to unclasp the silver collar around her neck. When he pulled away, Sunrise got a glimpse of the inside. There were runes all across the inner surface of the collar. Why?

Twisting to face Vestri, she didn’t notice him place the loudspeaker near her face. Why are my hands shaking? They weren’t before! Sunrise breathed deeply inward, then let it out slowly. Why won’t they stop shaking? “I am Vestri’s property, wholly and fully, for him to do whatever he wishes with.” Why am I doing this? “I hereby renounce the false Princesses, Celestia and Luna as my rulers, and claim servitude toward the caribou and all males.” Something’s not right. Sunrise, stop! She paused momentarily to stare curiously at her hands. They were shaking so badly that she could barely control them. This isn’t right! “As any and all mares should for their masters, doing anything and everything for their owners no matter how little they have to give. I will do everything I can to support the right and proper rule of our new Masters.”

The clink of metal surprised her when Vestri produced the red collar. On the outside, next to the ring was her name in golden caribou script. Vestri slid it around Sunrise’s neck and snapped it shut. The inner padding felt comfortable against her chafed neck, but… I… I… what’s wrong with me? Not ten minutes ago, I was all for this! Her hands clenched into fists, and yet the shaking would not stop.

Vestri stood and looked outwards into the audience, raising the loudspeaker to his muzzle and bellowing out, “You have all seen what will be expected of the mares. Now…” He paused while Dainn stepped back to the rest of the Council before continuing, “All those stallions that will accept and live by our laws will be permitted to return to their lives as our brothers. The mares will serve you, as they should. Stand now, and accept our blessing!”

They… they can’t seriously accept this, can they!? Sunrise thought, her gaze trailing slowly across the crowd. Many of the stallions were discussing amongst themselves, some even yelling at each other. To control us? ...What am I doing? What am I thinking? I don’t know what’s going on! Why does all this feel so wrong? The first stallion rose his hand, then a second closer to the platform. A group of three, all bound and gagged stood up and a caribou nearby reached over and undid their bindings. When the gags were removed, smiles were evident on their faces. No… this can’t be happening.

One by one, stallions stood or raised their arms into the air, and with each one, mares would burst into sobs or scream out at them. A few appeared like fishercolts, and there were even a few younger stallions amongst them, not more than teens. Caribou ferried them out of the main crowd and into a group of their own, past stallions that growled or hurled insults at them. To Sunrise, it felt like hours passed, though the sun barely moved in the sky. Sunrise’s own words suddenly hit her once she noticed that several of the stallions were the ones from the warehouse. Just surrender, don’t fight them. What have I done?

Out of the corner of her eye, Sunrise spotted another stallion standing. This one was special, though. ...Father? Daddy? No no no no! She shut her eyes tight, then reopened them. No, she was right. Sunrise’s father, an earth pony named Ocean Waves was standing. And he was staring straight at her with an imperceptible expression. A shrill and muffled shriek tore across the crowd amidst the sobbing and crying of other mares. In the far back of the mare crowd, amidst the Black collars, Sunrise could see her mother thrashing about in her bindings and screaming through her gag.

The sight of both forced something to snap within Sunrise, and everything came crashing down all at once on her head. What was I doing? I let Vestri rape me, acted like his obedient little dog! He… he… The sudden realization threatened to tear her apart. He raped me… He raped me! She wrapped her arms around her chest, the shaking breaking out all over her body. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet Ocean Waves’ gaze any longer. He took me and I didn’t fight him. He took me and I enjoyed it! Why was I so willing to be his!?

“As for the mares,” Vestri announced. “You are ours, your bodies and minds. To serve every male how they wish. Those that accept their places, accept us above them, and know all of this may step forward and prove themselves to us.”

Sunrise looked out into the crowd once more. To the side, a good third of the stallions stood, ready to live their lives again. Amongst the mares, one stood and walked forward, holding her head up high. A second crawled between them all, looking as if she’d already been used quite a few times in the past couple days. Her tail was flagged, and splotches over her coat revealed placed where cum had fallen. Her eyes stayed down, and one of the caribou followed behind her. Perhaps the one that had claimed her? Just like I’d been claimed…

Tears streamed down Sunrise’s cheeks onto her arms. She flumped her face into them, her horn stump brushing against her coat. Her horn. Oh no. Her hand darted over to brush aside her mane and grip at the stub of her horn. No no no! She reached inside of herself for her magic, grasping everywhere. I can’t even tell if it’s there or not! Am I imagining things? She strained, attempting to levitate something, anything. When nothing happened, a sob rose within Sun’s throat. She suppressed it, the tears trailing down her face coming more frequently. What did Vestri do to me!? What did he do? What did I do? Her hands shook.

Out in the crowd, far fewer mares than stallions walked forward. Not more than thirty sat, knelt, or stood in a line at the front of the crowd. Vestri waved over at a caribou standing near the stage and knelt down to say, “Bring up the horned ones first. Start with Sunny’s mother, the yellow one in the back with Black.” The caribou nodded and turned, making a gesture in the air with his fingers, pointed at his forehead, then jabbed at Sun Streamer.

Sunrise stared through tear blurred eyes, biting back sobs. Behind her, Ivangir glanced down at her, his eyes narrowing. He loomed over Sunrise and hissed at Vestri, “Looks like your little experiment failed. Again.”

Vestri’s head whirled about and took in Sunrise’s state. He let out an unfamiliar curse, though Sunrise assumed it was more for whatever failed rather than for her. He barked back at Ivangir, “It matters not, she knows her place. It doesn’t work on those that refuse it.” Vestri turned so that his full body faced Sunrise. “Kiss my hooves, pet, and make it satisfying,” he ordered, emphasizing that term at Sunrise.

Sunrise raised her gaze slowly to meet with her mast- No, not master. Captor. She locked her eyes on his for a brief second, then lowered them back down. If she did as he commanded, she’d be submitting to him and accepting her position. If she didn’t… Sunrise swallowed. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Behind her, Ivangir laughed at her hesitation. “Looks to me like that is a bet you’ll lose, brother,” Ivangir mocked.

If I don’t, Ivangir will take me as his own. Her collar suddenly felt immensely heavy around her neck. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t, and I cursed the name of the Princesses. Choking back a sob, Sunrise leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees. She bent down until her face was level with Vestri’s split hooves. Just a few kisses. That’s all I have to do. She swallowed, afraid to get her lips anywhere close to those dirt-covered hooves. I can do this, I have to do this! Sunrise pressed her lips against Vestri’s left hoof, half-heartedly kissing it.

The grains of dust and dirt ground themselves against her lips, while Sunrise attempted to keep from gagging. It was disgusting, plain and simple, but she had little choice in the matter. She smacked her lips against both prongs of Vestri’s left hoof, then transferred her lips to the right, retching from the taste. Can this get anymore undignified? she thought while tears left streaks through her makeup and coat.

“You see, brother? She knows her place quite well,” Vestri replied to Ivangir.

Ivangir merely glowered and turned back to speak to Durnir, “Where is Hrothr?”

Durnir crossed his massive arms and responded, “The Beastmaster is tending to the offloading of his charges. He will be with us later.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Ivangir noticed the line of unicorn and pegasus mares awaiting their turns, each with a caribou handler making sure they didn’t escape. He crooked his finger and the first mare was dragged up the stairs and across the stage. While Sunrise had her face smothered against Vestri’s hooves, she still perceived the mare. M-Mother? This close, Sun Streamer was a map of bruises and lash marks. Whatever fight had been in her earlier had been beaten out of her. Her tail was limp and dragging while her head hung low with eyes downcast. She didn’t resist, but neither did she help the caribou taking her to the horn guillotine. Sunrise knew her mother’s expression would stick with her forever. It was full of sorrow and betrayal, only growing more so when she saw Sunrise kissing Vestri’s hooves.

Sunrise lifted her head slightly, mouthing, ‘I’m so sorry’. The sight of her mother bursting into a fresh wave of tears broke Sunrise’s heart. I did this to her. I refused to listen to her, and I never convinced her. If I had gone with them, could I have prevented this? Prevented myself from destroying what we had between us? Sunrise shut her eyes as tightly as they would go, focusing instead on kissing Vestri’s hooves and not the sounds of struggle nearby. Ker-chunk! The clatter of a horn in the bin only broke Sunrise into full out sobs. I could have helped them, instead, I only helped myself. What would Fancy Pants think of me?

The sounds of struggle ended, only to be replaced by those of a mare being dragged off. I’m so, so sorry, mom… Her tears dripped onto the wood and soaked in, leaving splotches across the rough-hewn planks.

Above her, Vestri ignored Sunrise for the time being. He watched the mares who wished to prove themselves that they accept their place. Some were giving their oaths in various ways. One even had her face pressed against the stone, her oath nearly an exact replica of Sunrise’s. When she finished and looked up, the look in her eyes said that she meant every word. She afterward darted forward and clung to the caribou’s leg, nuzzling her cheek up and down along his thigh. She wants this...

Several other of the mares were already to the next stage, pleasing their caribou masters. Their mouths were wrapped around their master’s cocks, a few eagerly sucking away while another had a twisted face of disgust. She did not fight, however. Another mare was picked up by a caribou male and set upon his dick, his length sinking into her depths. Her gasp of shock was more in pleasure than anything else.

Behind them, Dainn bellowed, “For those of our brothers who chose to accept us, go now, and choose a female to claim as your own.” Many of the stallions grinned and walked over to the group of mares, looking like they were window shopping. Not all of the stallions looked happy, though. They glowered instead. One such, her father, walked away from the mares to the two caribou dragging Sun Streamer away. Ocean Waves nodded to them and took his wife into his embrace, leading her away from everyone. He took one glance back at Sunrise before the two vanished into the streets.

Another Ker-Chunk sounded, and a screaming and hysterical mare was carried away from the guillotine. It grated on Sunrise’s ears and made her feel all the more guilty. Sunrise squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out all the noise. The yells and crying from the crowd, the Council members talking behind her, even the mares being dragged or willingly walking up to the horn guillotine nearby.

Just then, Vestri reached down and grabbed her by the upper arm, dragging Sunrise to her hooves. Looking up at him through tear-blurred eye, Sunrise didn’t resist.

“It’s time for you to show everyone that you deserve your Red, Sunny,” Vestri remarked, a grin parting his lips. Sunrise’s breath caught in her throat, and she glanced back at Ivangir to see just as wide of a smile on his face, too.

They mean to… oh no. Sunrise’s eyes widened in terror. They were going to rape her. And by the looks of some of the mares out there, it was going to happen whether she struggled or played along. If I don’t, Ivangir’s right here. As much as it sickened her and made her despise herself, she nodded. Vestri’s smile grew wider and he led her towards the rest of the Council, who bore everything from matching grins to inquisitive gazes.

The moment they were out of the way, Vestri’s hand transferred from her arm to her back and bent her forward until her was parallel with the stage. His other hand grabbed the base of her tail and lifted it up and away until her tail sprawled across her back. Her dress shifted along with her tail, moving out of the way and leaving her rump bare to the air. Sunrise tensed her body and bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood. Oh goddesses, please let it be quick! Vestri removed his hand from her back, but she remained bent. A furious blush tinged her face from showing off her entire backside like this.

Something large and hot suddenly dragged itself over her lower lips, bringing a shudder to Sunrise’s entire body. She began to shudder visibly. Just get it over with! Vestri pulled his cock away, leaving Sunrise confused and worried. Is he purposely taking his time? She turned her head to find him knelt down and shoving his face beneath her tail. The wetness of his tongue against her asshole surprised her and led her to a terrible realization. The last time he’d done this, it had been to... Oh no.

An extra hand on her back brought Sun’s gaze upward. She found herself face to cock with Ivangir, who had unbuckled his leather pants and let his rapidly stiffening length dangle before Sunrise’s face. If she had thought Vestri was large, Ivangir was more so. Sunrise clenched her ass against Vestri’s probing tongue, feeling disgusted at the slimy saliva he left behind to prep her.

At the same time, Ivangir pressed his cock against Sunrise’s nose. “Open wide, little slut,” he chuckled.

Sunrise crossed her eyes and wrinkled her nose, noticing the smear of pre that had collected on her nose from the touch. Ivangir wanted her to suck him off? She twisted up her face in disgust and attempted to pull away. Vestri’s sudden presence behind her with his cock pressed up beneath her tail prevented that measure. At first he gently prodded against her ass, bringing forth twinges of discomfort from Sunrise.

Memories of the plugs and the soreness they caused rose in Sunrise’s mind. There was no anticipation here, not this time. Only a thinly hid veil of fear. All at once, Vestri pushed, forcing his tip past her anal ring and into her asshole. A squeal of pain rose out of Sunrise’s throat at the sudden intrusion, and Ivangir took that moment to shove his own penis into the mare’s mouth.

Sunrise shut her eyes tight and thought of other things than the pain of the cock in her ass and the one stretching her mouth open. Vestri gripped Sunrise’s hips and slipped himself bit by bit into the unicorn, eliciting muffled whimpers from her mouth. Think of home. Of Dreaming Night’s restaurant. She gagged when Ivangir grabbed the back of her mane and shoved himself further into her mouth until she felt his thickened tip pressing into her throat.

Sunrise’s entire body shook, and she breathed heavily out her nostrils. She felt Vestri bottom out within her ass, then lean over her and whisper into her ear, “I suggest you do more than just sit there for my brother, Sunny. Consider him and the Council your other Masters, and you know what happens when you don’t please your Masters.” He stood back up and squeezed Sunrise’s hips.

Sunrise clenched herself around Vestri in horror. She had to do this with them all!? She suddenly felt faint, but the pressure from Ivangir gripping her mane in a painful hold drew her out of it. Ivangir’s gaze drew her eyes upward, and she almost instinctively swallowed. His eyes were hard and his expression expectant. Oh goddesses, I can’t believe I’m about to do this. She reached her hand shakily up and gripped Ivangir around the base of his cock. She sucked along the length, hating herself with every breath and trying to think of Vestri and Ivangir as a couple of her old lovers.

The pain in her backside, however, told her otherwise. Especially once Vestri slipped himself out nearly to the head of his dick. Sunrise felt empty inside from the lack of his length no longer being within her. Vestri swiftly filled her again, pushing himself back into her ass that brought a gasp snorting out of the mare’s nostrils. Already, she felt more than a bit tender not only from the act, but also the run from earlier.

Vestri’s pace was slow at first with full, smooth thrusts. He chuckled above her at the other Council members, “Look at how she enjoys her first time taking it up the ass like a slut. The first time of many, certainly.”

Enjoy!? Sunrise thought as Ivangir began thrusting his own cock in and out of her mouth, her saliva dripping from her lip in thick strands. How could she enjoy something that was quite literally a pain in her ass?

Ivangir’s cockhead drooled pre over her tongue with each thrust, sending a shudder down her spine. She wanted to gag at the taste. To pull away and spit. Instead, all she could do was let it collect before she was forced to swallow.

Another Ker-Chunk sounded, then a second in quick succession. Shortly after, a third came and that was followed by two more. She kept her eyes squeezed shut so as to not see the reactions of those around her. Behind her, Anvari commented, “That seems to be the last of the horned-ones. The winged ones will be brought up next and plucked. Throtr, make sure you see their feathers put to good use.” A grunt of affirmation answered him. “Vestri, do see that we get the chance to test her before the sun sets, yes?”

Vestri barked a laughed while his cock shlurped into Sunrise’s ass with each thrust. His pace quickened, rocking the smaller mare’s body in a way that forced her to bob her head upon Ivangir’s own length of meat. Each thrust sent a twinge of pain through Sunrise’s asshole, and a shiver up her spine. It was the weirdest sensation, one she tried to ignore in her efforts to be elsewhere in her mind.

Her captor suddenly hilted himself into her ass and gripped her hips tight. Inside her, she felt Vestri’s cock throb, each pulse unleashing a torrent of hot seed into her bowels. Sunrise whimpered around her mouthful of caribou meat. She could get through this. All she had to do was suck Ivangir off and she’d be home free. Then she’d have time to figure out what to do.

Sunrise groaned under her breath between sucks, her hand clenching Ivangir’s dick like it was the last branch to grab onto before she fell over a cliff. Her bowels filled with Vestri’s cum, leaving her feeling bloated. One thing she knew, caribou could release far more than a stallion, or perhaps that was just Vestri. Pushing the thought from her mind, she felt Vestri withdraw from her butt with a schlorp and a flood of seed. Sunrise clenched herself, though she still felt the cum running down over her lips and down her legs.

“Perfectly tight,” Vestri remarked. “She’ll need to start working more to gain her prize, though.” The others chuckled nearby.

Ivangir gripped the back of her mane harder and snorted at his brother with a growl, “She doesn’t work as it is. It’s like fucking a cow half asleep.” Ivangir smacked Sunrise’s hand away and shoved himself as far into her mouth as he would go. Sunrise choked when his cock head found its way into her throat. Just as quickly, Ivangir pulled himself out. Sunrise greedily gasped for air while staring at the pre-drooling length of caribou in front of her eyes.

Vestri slapped her ass, forcing a startled and pained squeal to leave her lips. “Well? Don’t just stand there with your mouth agape, Sunny. Finish the job!” Vestri barked at her.

Sunrise swallowed fearfully and opened her mouth to once against slip herself over Ivangir. This time, she bobbed her head along his entire length, cringing each time his tip bumped against her throat. “There, you see, brother?” Vestri chuckled. “A little bit of encouragement goes a long way with her.”

Ivangir placed a hand on his hip and said nothing, instead using the mare’s mane to help her along in her oral. It did not take long before he pushed herself as far down as she would go and his dick exploded into her awaiting mouth, cum filling her just as quickly as it did in her ass. Choking and gagging, Sunrise pushed her hands against Ivangir’s legs. She surprised him when she jerked her head away, managing to remove his length from her maw. She coughed several times and spat, the caribou’s load splattering upon the wooden planks below. Grumbles and mutters passed between the various other members of the Council. She ignored how the rest of Ivangir’s spurts landed over her face and dress, and more on getting the taste out of her mouth.

From behind, Sun suddenly felt the many tails of a switch slap against her ass. She yelped and stood completely upright just in time for Ivangir’s palm to slap across her face. Stars dotted Sunrise’s sight when a second slap smacked across her other cheek and darkened her vision. The mare kept her balance, though whatever caribou that spanked her with the switch did so twice more, leaving long welts where the leather straps hit her.

Before her, Ivangir raised his hand and reached into a pouch on his belt, his expression one of anger. Sunrise flinched back from his gruff voice, “Since you see fit to reject the seed I gave you, then perhaps something more will do better to improve your mood.” He removed two clamps from the pouch. Before Sunrise could react, Ivangir darted his hand out and grabbed her by the mane, lifting her into the air. She screamed from the pain, and again when the first clamp was latched onto her nipple. The second quickly followed, and Sunrise found herself dropped to her knees. The unicorn blinked tears from her eyes and resisted reaching up to remove the two clamps. Ivangir’s glare showed there was far more in store if she didn’t behave.

Ivangir grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved her face down against the rough wood, pressing her nose into the spatters of cum. He guffawed above her and shoved her entire face into the seed, spreading it all through her fur before releasing her.

Sunrise sat up and wiped her face of the cum smeared across it when a stallion cleared his throat. Ivangir buckled up his pants and walked to the edge of the stage where three mares and two stallions stood just below. The mares were all nude and attempting to cover themselves as best as possible. They each blushed between expressions of embarrassment, humiliation, and anger at being treated like this. Around their necks sat silver collars that did little to hide the bruises that showed they weren’t treated like they thought they would. Quill Ink was the only mare without the bruises, but even her hand covered her crotch and her other arm hide her breasts. Her tail was clamped tightly against her backside and pulled between her legs to hide as much was possible. The stallions were both fully clothed, and lead by Top Knot.

“As fascinating as it is to watch this whole thing, we had a deal. In return for the town, my Council members and I would be at the head of it all,” Top Knot mentioned proudly.

“Ah, yes,” Ivangir merely replied. He snapped his fingers, and a couple caribou nearby came and unlatched the collars around the stallions’ necks.

Quill Ink noticed they did not do the same for her and the other mare, protesting, “Wait, what about us? It was all of us!”

Ivangir motioned his hands toward the mares while Sunrise watched. The other caribou moved behind the mares and grabbed each of them around their upper arms. Top Knot looked on in annoyance but said nothing.

The caribou laughed derisively and pointed a finger down at the mares, “Of course. And you three will be at the heads. The heads of your masters’ dicks. You all are given the same choice. Submit and know your place, or…” Ivangir shrugged, leaving what didn’t need to be said hanging in the air between them.

Sunrise used this time to crawl away. Vestri’s hand on the back of her collar suddenly stopped her, and she glanced up at him with wide eyes. He shook his head slowly and turned his head back to the spectacle going on.

Slowly, Top Knot and the other stallion shook their heads, though they looked unhappy about it. Sunrise thought, Perhaps they were given the same thing I was. Accept what is, or else. Quill Ink eventually lowered her head and nodded as well, staying limp within her captor’s grasp. The other two mares struggled and fought, however.

A couple unburdened caribou grabbed their shock batons from their belts and touched them to the flanks of both mares. They shrieked in pain and jerked from the shock that went through their bodies. Next to them, Quill Ink folded her ears back and hunched her shoulders, making nary a sound outside of the occasional whimper.

A caribou approached from the crowd, various hard-to-see implements dangling from his belt. He grabbed one from his hip and unclasped it, revealing it to be a spreader bar. He grabbed a mare’s leg and clasped one of the cuffs around it, shutting it quickly. She immediately realized what was going on and kicked her other leg, only to be touched by the shock baton again. While her entire body jerked, he cuffed her other leg and handed over an anal plug to the caribou holding her. “No lube,” he muttered.

The other caribou nodded and accepted the plug. Thrusting his hand under the mare’s tail, he positioned it into place. As the shock wore off, the mare stood to her tip hoofs, but could not get away from the plug pressing up against her asshole. Tears ran down her cheeks, then a strangled scream broke forth from her throat when the plug found entry and popped into her ass.

The other mare looked on in horror and folded her ears back, shrinking in on herself and whispering, “I’ll be good…”

Ivangir waved his hand at the three caribou, and they dragged off the two mares. He glanced down at Quill Ink. “Get this one prepared and make sure she’s not just pretending,” Ivangir ordered, turning back toward his brother and the rest of the Council.

Durnir stepped forward and grabbed Sunrise by the front of her collar, easily lifting her up, “With that finished, I believe it is time for us to find out what kind of metal she’s made of and put her through the rest of her paces.”

Sunrise darted her head frantically about, terrified of what more she would have to go through. She didn’t notice right away that Dainn was missing from the Council group and heading his way toward the docks, where caribou could be seen unloading a great many boxes from a docked cargo ship.

She swallowed audibly while Durnir fiddled with his leather pants, an already very evident bulge pushing them outwards. Oh dear Celestia, if that’s what it looks like on the outside… Sunrise suppressed a shudder and clutched her legs together. It wouldn’t help her against what was to come, but it made her feel a bit less exposed. Her eyes drifted to the arm holding her up and she started shaking just as much as her hands. It was going to happen to her again and again until she was nothing more than a quivering mess, wasn’t it?

Durnir’s pants parted, allowing his beast of a cock to flop out and lift into the air. Sunrise stared down in horror as he placed her back down on her hooves, then used his massive hands to grasp her by the upper arms and lift her back into the air. Sunrise writhed in his grasp, but it was like iron. She was held steadfast.

Using her like nothing more than a toy, Durnir lowered her down until she felt the heated head of his cock poking at her legs. She clamped them tighter until Ivangir came up behind her, grabbed her ankles, and wrenched her legs apart.

Sunrise shook her head back and forth when Durnir lowered herself down atop his shaft. “Please don’t,” she whispered pleadingly.

Ivangir slapped the back of Sunrise’s head and commanded, “You will be silent, slut.”

Durnir himself didn’t say anything. Instead, he only held Sunrise’s arms to her side and pushed her downward until his cockhead popped into her vagina. Sunrise cried out in pain. He was far too large for her, and just the tip of Durnir’s cock stretched her past her limits. Even then, Durnir pushed her further down, Sunrise’s tunnel stretching further bit by bit.

Tears streamed down Sunrise’s face and her body tensed up. She arched her back, attempting to in some way pull away from the massive rod of meat invading her body. It didn’t work, and she quickly found herself filled by Durnir. Her entire body shivered just from containing the monstrosity, and whimpers escaped her muzzle one after another.

Anvari stepped over and knelt down with a small notepad and pencil, pushing aside one of Sunrise’s legs to study her crotch. “Hm, she could deal with far more training with large objects. Her depth is impressive, though I am using a cow’s average measurements as a basis.”

Throtr sighed and pulled Anvari away, growling at him, “She’s here to be fucked, not to be studied. Do that some other time.”

Durnir looked on with amusement at a grumbling Anvari. Anvari stepped aside and crossed his arms over his chest. Sindri came up to him and clapped him on the shoulder, whispering something into Anvari’s ear that brought a roar of laughter from his lips.

Sunrise panted softly, her hands clenched into fists and her fingernails digging into her palms. Behind her, Throtr stepped forth and unbuttoned his trousers, to Durnir’s continued amusement. “Think you can even reach her, Throtr?” he mocked kiddingly.

“You worry about that, Durnir, just get her into some sort of position for us both to use her,” Throtr replied with a roll of his eyes.

Sunrise felt Throtr’s dick slap against her ass while Durnir used his grip to shift her about, each movement awakening an ache in her stretched nethers. “There, that should be good,” the Quartermaster spoke.

Almost immediately afterward, Sunrise felt Throtr press up against her back. His dick slid up along her ass until it found her pucker. With aid from his hand, Throtr pressed in, his tip popping into Sunrise’s ass. With ease, he pushed the rest of himself in. Sunrise gave a strangled whine. She clenched her teeth and raised her muzzle into the air, a fresh wave of pain erupting and flowing through her body. Oh goddesses! Will this ever end!?

Throtr adjusted himself and stood fully upright, his breath passing over Sunrise’s ears. He chuckled and hissed, “Time for a little fun, Durnir. She’s nicely tight and warm inside. Let’s see if her body does its job well.”

Behind them, Ivangir remarked, “Seems the ponies have finished choosing their mares.”

Vestri watched as a pegasus mare was dragged by, and her wings forcibly stretched out to their full span. While a couple caribou held her down, her feathers were forcibly plucked one by one and set aside for later use. Her screams were ignored until one of the caribou latched his hand around her muzzle and silenced them.

“Spread the word that the mares are fair game for claiming, with the understanding that they may change hands at anytime. Let the troops have their fun,” Vestri replied, occasionally throwing back a glance at Sunrise.

Ivangir nodded and walked down off the platform. A moment later, Caribou swarmed away from the side and into the crowd of mares. Several younger caribou ran off in various directions, possibly to spread the message to those that were not there.

With her ears folded back, Sunrise felt Durnir lift her up, Throtr’s and his cocks sliding out of her holes with ease. Just as quickly, Sunrise was pushed back down until she was bottomed out. Whimpers left Sunrise’s lips and she shut her eyes tight, wishing to all the alicorns for them to save her, or to end all the pain.

Durnir lifted and settled Sunrise upon their cocks with ease over and over. She lost track of just how long he used her until she felt Throtr’s seed burst into her bowels and fill her further. The portly caribou withdrew from her ass and smacked her rear, chuckling, “She’ll do. I’ll enjoy seeing her work for it next time.”

Sunrise shrank in on herself, pulling herself further into her mind to try and block what was happening to her. With fresh cum leaking from her ass, she suddenly felt Durnir lean her back until she saw Anvari grinning down at her. Sunrise swallowed, her eyes growing wide when he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her head back. “Open,” he commanded.

When she didn’t comply quickly enough for him, Anvari grasped his other hand around her maw and wrenched it open. He muttered down at her, “If you dare think about biting in any way, I’ll have you on the breeding line for the rest of your pathetic life, cunt.”

Sunrise’s eyes widened. Breeding line!? She opened her mouth further, the dull ache between her thighs telling her Durnir was still buried within her up to the womb. Anvari hmphed and stuffed his cock down Sunrise’s throat, causing her to choke and cough around the meaty length.

“I’d prefer this in your womb, female, but your mouth will have to do. And you will swallow every drop,” he snarled.

Sunrise wept silently as Durnir began his thrusts, each one rocking the poor mare’s body along Anvari’s length. Each time that Anvari hilted within her maw, she choked and gagged, and she ended up with her nostrils pressed against his balls. The scent of sweat and musk filled her nostrils. All at once, amidst one of Durnir’s thrusts, Anvari reached down and enwrapped his hand around the top portion of Sunrise’s muzzle and pinched her nostrils shut, then bottomed himself out within her maw and throat.

Cum filled Sunrise’s throat in spurts, filling it quickly and forcing her to swallow several times just to keep up with the flow. Her head swam with light headedness from being unable to breathe. Anvari released his grip on Sunrise’s nostrils and withdrew his cock from her mouth. A mixture of drool and cum drizzled down her nose and dripped to the wood below while she greedily gulped down air. The caribou wiped his cock upon her face, smearing semen all across her cheeks and muzzle.

Durnir had paused in his thrusts to allow Anvari his fun, but soon picked them up again. After only a few, he suddenly lifted Sunrise up, his cock shlurping out of her abused cunt and splattering thick strands of seed across her belly, chest, and legs. Copious amounts of cum drooled from her nethers while strand after strand shot out from Durnir’s cock and left Sunrise’s dress and coat a mess of thick seed. He dropped her to the ground afterward and deeply muttered, “She will do. She will need to learn to cease her whimpering and enjoy it.”

Anvari, Throtr, and Dunir buckled up their pants and stepped off to the side to watch.

Sindri stepped forward and crossed his arms down at Sunrise. She shrank back and lowered her gaze away from his piercing glare. Please, no more!

“Crawl to the edge of the platform and look out onto your new life, female,” the greying caribou commanded, radiating an aura of strength that scared Sunrise.

She nodded quickly and did as she was told, crawling out to the edge of the platform and looking out into the crowd. Already, those stallions that hadn’t accepted Caribou rule were being led off while amidst the mares, numerous caribou males wandered, occasionally choosing one of the mares to claim as their own. She could hear begging amidst them, and the occasional scream when one was grabbed. The look of hopelessness amidst many of them shadowed what Sunrise felt inside. This was going to be their lot in life. What could they do? Fight? Didn’t they already try that? Maybe there are ponies that the caribou haven’t found that can help us? She certainly hoped so. If only one pony could escape… that was all that was needed.

“Turn and walk back to me. I want you to come up to us and thank us for fucking you raw. I want to hear some sincerity in it,” Sindri ordered, laughing at the look of shame and humiliation that spread across Sunrise’s face.

Sunrise’s face felt hot. She lowered her eyes to stare intently at the wooden planks, feeling her dress occasionally catch at the boards, all the while leaving a trail of cum behind from her dress and dripping cunt. All she had to do was do as Sindri commanded and she’d be finished, she hoped. Sunrise didn’t know how much more she could take.

Sunrise Splendor crawled to Vestri and Ivangir, choking back a sob and bowing toward them. She sputtered, “Th-Thank you, M-” Sunrise paused and squeezed her eyes shut. She had to get through this. “Masters, for…” Ugh. “...g-gifting me with y-y-your semen and…” And what? Raping me? Tearing me apart? “...filling my e-every h-hole.”

Sindri frowned and snorted, “It will have to do. Come to me, little slut. Beg for more of your Master’s seed.”

Sunrise looked up with wide-eyes. M-More!? Nonono! She stared right at Sindri, the older caribou’s leather pants opened and his cock hanging out, thankfully looking like a far more manageable size than Durnir’s. He was stroking his hand along it and waiting for Sunrise.

She approached Sindri with tears in her eyes and sat back against her rump with a stifled yelp. Beg for more? Why would she ever do such a thing? She met Sindri’s glare and flinched back. He meant business. Sunrise had to do this, no matter how humiliating it was, then when she was done, she could… do something. Anything.

She looked down away from Sindri and whispered, “Please, Master. Cover me with your cum, fill my mouth, stick it in my…” Sunrise swallowed and continued, “...rear and fill me there.” She saw him stroking himself faster and shut her eyes.

“What was that, female? Say it louder so everyone can hear it,” Sindri barked, startling Sunrise.

She spoke up this time, her face flushing a deep red from embarrassment. If the ponies in Canterlot ever heard she’d said this, she’d be ruined. If she wasn’t already! “Open,” was all that Sindri said next. Obediently, Sunrise opened her mouth just in time to catch a thick spurt of cum across her nose and tongue. It was followed by several more, coating her face and mouth. When she felt no more arrive, she wiped it from her face and opened her eyes just in time to see Sindri buckle up his pants.

With generous amounts of cum dripping from her ass and cunt, Sunrise coughed and spat out a glob of cum from her throat. She gagged from the taste and glanced down over her cum-covered form. It was ruined. Her dress was splattered from neck to skirt with the disgusting seed. Even her tears mixed in with the cum soaking into her facial fur. She dragged her mouth across her shoulder, attempting to remove the lingering semen from her lips. Instead, she only managed to smear it further.

They’d used her with no regard. Vestri had given her to them all without a thought against it. Her asshole and vagina felt aflame from the rough way she’d been fucked, and her rump didn’t feel any better from the smacks.

Vestri called over to one of the caribou standing nearby. He approached and Vestri commanded, “Take her home. Drag her if she’s not cooperative. Make sure she’s watched, and warn me if she tries to leave. Better to be safe than sorry.”

The other caribou saluted with his fist to his chest and nodded, then came over and grabbed Sunrise harshly around the upper arm. He yanked the mare to her hooves. She didn’t fight, instead she blankly stared at Vestri. He stared back with a calculating expression. Sunrise’s shoulders slumped and her head hung low when the caribou led her from the stage and down the stairs. I’m screwed, figuratively and literally.

Sun brushed her mane in front of her face so she wouldn’t have to meet the gaze of anyone in the remaining crowd. She focused instead on simply putting one hoof in front of the other. She just had to get home and then… and then… She didn’t know. I want a bath so I can scrub myself raw. She held up her hands and peered at them through her mane. They still trembled. It was that collar. What did he do to me?”

The journey didn’t take long. Sunrise avoided trying to think of anything outside of reaching the cottage. One hoof in front of the other. Left, right, left, right. When they did, her guide opened the door, then practically threw Sunrise through the doorway. She tumbled and collapsed onto the wooden floor. The door slammed behind her, leaving the mare alone. For several long moments, she stared off into space with a blank expression, images of being back in Canterlot floating through her mind. The smells, the atmosphere. Even being around those she disliked.

Sunrise choked back the sobs returning. She wanted to go home, back to Canterlot. To see her business again, her assistant, the other Elite! She wished to be anywhere except Lindisbarne. The beaches of Hoofalooloo in the arms of a trusted lover talking about their future. The center display case of Splendid Jewelers haggling with a potential buyer. Even at the Grand Galloping Gala or any other garden party trying to avoid the attentions of a particularly annoying stallion.

The cum-soaked fabric of her dress caught her eye. With barely-contained rage, Sunrise stripped herself of the ruined garment and threw it at the wall, resulting in a gross splat. The nipple clamps followed it. Sunrise Splendor unclipped her earrings and slid her bracelet off, placing them on an endtable to be cleaned later. She needed a bath. Every last bit of her will was needed to drag herself up off the floor and climb up the mountainous height of the stairs. Every step felt like she dragged all of Equestria with her. Don’t think, try not to think.

Her mind remained blank as she stepped into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. As long as she didn’t think, she wouldn’t have to face the truth of what happened to her. The dripping of cum from her orifices into the water was the only sound in the bathroom. Eventually, Sunrise gathered the strength to reach over and start running the water in the tub. I don’t want to think. Sunrise stared down at her hands, at how violently they shook. They haven’t stopped since that collar was first removed.

She touched her hands to her collar, feeling along its smooth contours and over the script. Was it truly worth it? To have alienated her family? To have driven away the ponies in this town? To undergo such humiliation? No, no! Stop thinking. Stop! Sunrise clenched her fists and forced herself to stand and lower herself into the tub.

While the heat usually felt good against her coat, Sunrise barely felt it this time. Instead, she stared blankly at the bathroom ceiling. The day’s events, and those of days past kept attempting to encroach themselves on Sunrise’s mind. I threw everyone else aside for myself. My exes would be ashamed. No! Stop it!

Sunrise slapped herself across the face and grabbed her brushes roughly. She dragged the brushes through her coat scrubbing herself raw beneath the fur. I have to get clean. I can’t allow any part of them to remain! She shook her head clear of the thoughts and ignored the warm and wet feeling of the seed within her vagina and bowels, ignoring how much she was forced to swallow alongside it.

Sunrise brought those brushes against every inch of her body she could reach, her skin tingling from the intensity of her scrubbing. When she brought them to her nethers, she bit back a scream. Oh goddesses, she was sore, especially from Durnir. Stop it. She forced herself to scrub her lower lips raw, biting back the pain. She had to do it. She had to.

Holding back the tears, Sunrise climbed out of the tub, not bothering to even drain it. She grabbed the towel from the rack, drying herself off gingerly. It hurt, but she had needed to get clean, to wash and scrub herself of their touch. Vestri had betrayed her, let her be used by them. He had done something to her to make her want all this. Why? No, she knew why. He wanted an obedient little pet. The question wasn’t why, but how. Stop it, Sun! Stop it stop it stop it!

She dropped the towel to the floor and grabbed at her mane. She yanked at her hair in frustration and anger. Dripping water all over the floor, Sunrise abandoned the towel and walked slowly into the bedroom. Maybe, maybe she needed sleep. Yes, that was it. The moment she stepped into the room, Sunrise froze. There beside the bed was something new. When did that get there?

A pet bed large enough for a mare to curl up in lay next to the bed. It looked freshly made, though the green cushion itself appeared to be repurposed and sewn to fit into the wicker bed. Wait… Green and… Sunrise dove at the bed and looked the cushion over. The stitching was fine and hidden in places, but there was no doubt about it. Th-that’s my dress, the one Vestri tore off me! For it to be reduced from such a beautiful state to this monstrosity tore at her heart. She stroked her hand against the fabric and bit her lip. This wasn’t fair.

The realization made her come to another conclusion. The rest of her clothes were missing. Not even a single undergarment remained. Sunrise whipped her head about to glare about the room, the cage in the corner catching her eye. A cage. There’s only one pony that is intended for. She shuddered and held her arms about herself. She was being treated like an animal. Vestri’s claim of such came to the forefront of her mind. That’s what it was. They saw her as an animal.

Sunrise collapsed back onto the bed, her tail and rear leaving wet splotches of water on the fabric, and dots of other fluids she didn’t wish to imagine. Her mind went back to the hours before and she clenched her hands. She had to do something, anything to get her mind off it. Something that would require her full attention. Like my jewelry.

Afterward, she practically threw herself at the closet, throwing the door open enough to slam it into the wall. Sunrise picked up and cradled her travel case like a foal. Sitting down, she opened the case delicately and popped the drawers out, removing her tools and the various spools of metal. Just something simple, that’s all I need to do. Her hands shook too much to handle the tools. After the fifth time she fumbled her pliers, Sunrise dropped them to the floor and collapsed in on herself while everything from the past few days rushed back in on her.

First, tears began trickling down her cheeks, joined shortly by sobs wracking her body. Sunrise Splendor could still feel them violating her body, and she had little choice in the matter. Sunrise curled up around herself and bawled her eyes out.

She was raped continuously, humiliated, treated like nothing more than a fuck toy, and threatened with worse if she didn’t accept it. And her horn. Her poor horn! Her magic! Was she ever going to work with it again? Sunrise rubbed her hand against the hideous horn stub on her forehead and cried harder. Was this going to be her life?

When Vestri returned, Sunrise was in the closet with her knees against her chest and her head buried in her arms. Her mane was an absolute mess and her ears folded back. She didn’t react even when the front door could be heard opening and slamming shut.

“Sunny?” Vestri called out. A loud clunk followed that suggested Vestri had dropped something on the floor. When she didn’t answer, Vestri yelled, “Sunny!”

Sunrise squeezed her eyes shut and shivered within the closet. No, nonono. Just leave me alone!

Vestri’s stomping steps took him into the kitchen and paused, then headed over to the stairs. They creaked beneath his weight. Sunrise held her arms tighter about herself, her entire body shivering with fear. The bathroom door squeaked open. The steps headed into the bedroom next. “Little mare, come out and cease your hiding,” Vestri commanded.

Sunrise whimpered, but it was enough for Vestri to hear. He threw the closet door open, allowing light to fall upon Sunrise. She cringed and huddled inward on herself while Vestri’s imposing figure overshadowed the mare. She couldn’t bear to look up at him. Please… Sunrise felt his presence near her, and preparing for the worst, she clenched her hands and dug her nails into her palms. His hand touched lightly over her head with a pet-like quality. He’s not mad? Sunrise thought to herself, up until Vestri’s hand stroked down her mane and he grabbed a large fistful of Sunrise’s hair.

Vestri lifted her into the air, drawing a strangled shriek of pain from Sunrise’s throat. Carrying Sunrise out of the closet, he kicked aside her tools while she desperately grasped at her mane. “I called for you, Sunny, and you did not answer and hid away from me. At the Ceremony, you spat my brother’s gift to you onto the stage, and you hesitated several times in an act you should have committed right away,” he accused, reaching around to grab onto the base of Sunrise’s tail, lifting her rear as well. Using his hoof, he pushed open the door of the cage and flung Sunrise in headfirst.

She clanged against the rear bars and saw stars before her eyes. Behind her, the door was shut and locked, leaving her trapped inside. Rubbing her head, Sunrise peered through the bars and whimpered once again. This was her fate, to be some male’s plaything. While Vestri looked down at her in disdain, she finally managed to whisper, “Why? What did you do to me?”

His eyes narrowed, and the silence between them grew in length. Sunrise hung her head with realization that he wouldn’t answer. He turned and strolled away, leaving Sunrise to settle uncomfortably in her cage. Just as he reached the doorway, he bellowed, “I did nothing that wasn’t already there.” He didn’t look at her, but she could feel the disappointment and disgust radiating from him. “You have all night to think about your place in things, pet. Use that empty head of yours.”

By the light streaming through the window, it was approaching evening. Sunrise attempted to sit up and bumped her head against the top of her cage. She had to bend her back to sit on her rump. Think? He wants me to think even more!? She hung her head and sniffled. She didn’t need to think anymore, not after earlier. She didn’t know how long she’d mentally crashed while in the closet. She hated herself right now, for being weak enough not to fight back, for driving everybody away. For letting them take advantage of her like that.

She listened to Vestri head downstairs and open the front door. Other voices entered and low conversation drifted upstairs. Sunrise couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but she swore she heard her name dropped once. Cursing silently, she shifted herself about. Whoever made this cage made it to be absolutely uncomfortable. The crisscrossing bars of the sides weren’t too large, but the holes between them were too small to fit anything more than a couple fingers through. The top and bottom were of the same mesh, and the bars dug into her still-sore backside. Whatever this cage was built for, she knew she wasn’t going to sleep well within it.

The sound of several males laughing came from downstairs startled her. Those were caribou voices! The Council? No, some of them are unfamiliar, friends? Whoever they were, it made Sunrise feel extraordinarily lonely. The memory of her mother and father earlier drove a spike into her heart. She wished to see them again. I don’t think they want to see me, though. Not after father chose to side with them, and mother was claimed by him after losing her horn.

Sunrise chose to curl up in the bottom of the cage, her eyes locking on the small patch of sky outside the window. Birds chirped, and she could hear the murmur of conversation downstairs and outside. A bird flew past the window, while another landed on the sill. She reached her hand up and grabbed hold of the bars. When the bird flew off, she released her hold and turned her thoughts inward.

Once, back in Canterlot, Sunrise had visited a pet store. She had seen many animals, from snakes to gerbils and fish. Something that interested her, however, were the birds. Many were allowed to fly about or had open doors on their cages. When Sunrise had inquired as to why, she was told, “The well behaved ones are permitted out of their cages.”

Her eyes roamed her prison, and she flinched when she heard her name mentioned again downstairs. What are they talking about? The scent of food trailed upward into the room. Wrinkling her muzzle, Sunrise salivated and her belly grumbled. She hadn’t eaten as much as she should have in the past couple days, and nothing today outside of the Council’s seed. Sunrise gagged at the thought and sighed. She could smell potatoes and carrots, fresh bread, and many other tantalizing scents. And here she sat caged like an animal. She tucked her legs against her chest and placed her chin between them.

Sunrise trailed her fingers over the collar and the script emblazoned on the front. Sunny. She shut her eyes tight and listened to her stomach growl. The night for thought, and come morning, then what? Would everything just start again? Would she be given over to Ivangir? Sun shuddered to imagine the cruelty he would inflict upon her. The memory of the nipple clamps reminded her of the tenderness of her breasts.

She weighed her options. If she devoted herself to Vestri, she would be cared for in his little way, but she’d have to suffer every deplorable act he wished to do to her, and those of the Council. However, if Sunrise refused, she would be handed over to Ivangir and suffer far worse.

The third option was one she’d thrown away twice already. To escape and flee from Lindisbarne. That carried its own set of more severe punishments. Even if she managed to escape, how long would she last in the wilderness? She didn’t know the area at all, and she’d lived in cities her entire life. Sunrise shook her head. As appealing as it was, she’d rather live here than die out there.

That left her with two options. Submit, or fight. The scent of food and the uncomfortable cage certainly weren’t helping make the decision easy. If I tried to leave, I’d be caught. He has someone watching for that. If I don’t… Sunrise sat up as best she could and studied the lock on the cage. It was a simple slide lock, but she could barely fit her fingers through the holes enough to fiddle with it. Where did they even get this stuff anyway? She guessed the cages may have come with them, since it certainly wasn’t new.

Sunrise slumped and stared down at her hands through strands of her mane. Whatever it was that had been affecting her had worn off, and her hands weren’t shaking as much. I think it was more through the sudden realization than whatever that collar had done. She pressed her palms against her eyes and groaned. They still felt puffy, and she felt raw in other regions. Damned if she did, damned if she didn’t. She had to choose between the lesser evil, or the greater.

She clenched her hands and curled back up in the bottom of the cage. Could I actually do that? Willingly subject myself to this? She was terrified and disgusted by it all, but Ivangir and what he may do to her scared her all the more. Maybe she could take it slow? Everything flooded back to her, how her dresses had been destroyed; her body and mind violated; how she’d been treated like nothing more than an animal. No, he wants me to know my place now.

Sunrise glanced out the window at the sky as pink and red tinges began spreading across it. She fiddled with her collar and adjusted it to be more comfortable. Could I do it? Could I really be Sunny? The collar felt heavy and Sunrise clenched her eyes shut. No matter how adverse to it she was, she had to! She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Sunrise closed her eyes and shifted about uncomfortably while her stomach gnawed at her spine. She needed to talk to Vestri, but she didn’t think he would approve of interrupting whatever it was going on downstairs.

She blew out a sigh while the stresses of the day caught up to her and sent her into a fitful and dreamless nap.

Sunrise started awake when a loud slam occurred downstairs, followed by raucous laughter and exclamations of congratulation. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window. Stars shone overhead, and the bedroom was cloaked in shadow. How long have I been asleep? She groaned and shifted about, half her body protesting from the uncomfortable position she’d fallen asleep in.

Her mind came back to the topic she’d been considering and she shuddered. I have to. It’s either Vestri, or I get Ivangir. She opened her mouth to call above the noise, but nothing came out. Come on, Sunrise. You have to do this! She tried again, and she spoke a soft, “M-M-Master?”

Louder. “Master?” she cried out, though by the sounds coming from below, she wasn’t heard. Sunrise hated herself for using the term, but it had to be done. “Master!” she yelled again. This time, by the sounds below, she must have been heard. The laughter and talking quieted down for a moment, then sprung back up, though at a lower level. She heard hoofsteps stomp up the stairs.

Sunrise kept her eyes downcast to the floor, hoping she looked properly submissive when Vestri walked into the bedroom, turned on the light, and crossed his arms silently. She could feel his gaze bore into her. Say it. I have to say it. She licked her lips with a mouth suddenly gone dry. “I-I-I’m-” I can do this. “I’m s-sorry, M-Master,” she said, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I acted stupid and embarrassed you in front of everyone.” She bit her lip and forced herself to continue, “I forgot my place! But I remember it now. It’s by your side on my hands and knees, my leash in your hand and my devotion solely to you.” Sunrise swallowed and clenched her eyes shut, “I will suck your dick. Ride your cock any number of ways in front of any number of ponies. I will do whatever depraved acts you wish.”

Sunrise shivered, her eyes staying pointed at the floor. She didn’t need to give Vestri any reason to think her anything less than appropriately chastised and apologetic. He walked over to her cage. For a moment, he paused, then to Sunrise’s relief unlocked the cage and slid the door open.

“Come,” Vestri commanded, strolling to the bed and sitting on the edge. When Sunrise managed to get herself turned around enough to crawl out of the cage, Vestri barked, “Stay on your hands and knees, and lay across my lap.”

Sunrise swallowed and folded back her ears, but nodded. She edged out of the cage, cringing at how the metal bars dug into her knees. Her head stayed low and her eyes downcast when she crawled across the floor. Her eyes took in her scattered tools and supplies. Even her jewelry box was overturned and its contents spilled. Just like her life. All she could do was put things back into order as best she can, even if it’s a far different order than she was used to.

She climbed into Vestri’s lap and swished her tail to the side. He means to spank me, I just know it. Sunrise tensed herself up and waited, but when nothing came, she dared to peek up at Vestri’s face. That’s the moment that the first smack on her ass came. It surprised her, not just with the suddenness but with the strength too. Sunrise bit back a yelp at the pain that erupted. A second quickly followed, then a third and a forth. Each one threatened to cause Sunrise to burst out in tears, but she weathered through it. If this was needed to show she would behave, then she’d do it.

She could only bite back her tears and outcries for so long. With each added smack harder than the last, eventually tears ran down Sunrise’s face. She rose a hand to her mouth to muffle herself, her entire body shuddering with the intensity of the spanking. Oh goddesses, Sunrise felt sorry for earlier, just from the pain and heat radiating from her backside.

When the sound of smacks faded away, and nothing more landed on her rear, Sunrise sniffled and dared to glance up at Vestri. His face was a mask hiding his emotions. Removing her hand from her mouth, Sunrise ventured a question, “Am I permitted to leave your lap, Master?”

“You may,” was all that Vestri replied with.

Sunrise eased herself off Vestri’s legs, cringing and gasping from her sore backside. Just the act of moving pained her, and she climbed into her pet bed to sit on something soft instead of the hard floor. Even then, her rump burned from the touch of the fabric. Don’t think about what the pillow was made from.

“You will stay silent until morning,” Vestri commanded and stood up. Sunrise nodded emphatically. “If I find you’ve left your bed, the spanking will be the least of your worries, pet.”

Sunrise swallowed and glanced at her tools and jewelry crafting materials strewn across the floor. She nodded again and grabbed the folded blanket next to her bed. When Vestri turned away and walked out of the room, the tell-tale sound of a piece of jewelry crunching beneath his hoof reached her ears. The mare gasped with a cringe and nearly leapt out of the bed then and there. Sun kept herself from doing so just as Vestri flicked off the light and left her in darkness.

The bed was just large enough to curl herself in with room to spare. Tucking the blanket about herself, Sunrise stared off into the darkness, noting the occasional pass of somebody carrying a lantern outside. With delicate maneuvering, she shifted herself into a position that wouldn’t further enflame her already tender rump.

Live in punishment, or live in comfort. I did what I needed to do to keep myself from the former. Her stomach growled and she curled up just a bit tighter. She could not see what her decision tonight would bring. What she did know was that things were changing fast, and she had to adapt quickly. Just like in Canterlot, except the changes are far more severe with greater risk of things going to Tartarus. I’ll have to watch myself and play by their rules...

The laughter downstairs felt like it was aimed at her.