Author's Notes:

Apologies for the ongoing delays in updates. I am currently in the middle of moving and changing jobs, so writing is taking a bit of a backseat to general life upheaval. Chapter 9 is on its way along with another lore chapter, plus there'll always be a slew of stories from other authors to fill the gap. But here is a little something from me, a Clocktower Scene taking place in the Borderlands, the fallout-esque post-apocalyptic play area first introduced in the CTS story Lunar Ravishing by Seraphem. Enjoy!

A very special thanks to the lovely Seraphem who went over this chapter with a fine-toothed comb.

Content Warnings: Bondage, rough sex, oral, deepthroating, object insertion and bestiality.

Fuck Lady Luck with a rad-mutated cactus.

Distant Star huffed as she sat down on her rump in surrender. She was most certainly the unluckiest pony ever, she was certain of it, what with Lady Luck’s everlasting hate-boner for her. It was easy for her twin sister to call her a quitter when her dear, lovely elder sister had gotten the wings and all the luck. She probably started somewhere near the Core, the more civilized end of the Borderlands where the raiders have the decency to put on some lube before fucking you over. Hay, she probably landed right next to a huge stash of escape supplies and probably her own harem of companions to boot. Meanwhile, Distant Star was stuck here in this half-collapsed warehouse in the ass-end of the Borderlands with nothing but her horn, her slave collar and her PipSub.

She jumped as her tushie brushed against something. A loud clatter echoed about warehouse’s sheet metal walls. She turned around just in time to see a glint of metal roll off into the darkness under the rusted roof. She felt her heart flutter with excitement. Could it be a supply can? Could Lady Luck finally be taking her hoof out of Star’s tailhole and doing something useful for her for a change?

There was a loud clunk of metal striking wood. Then another, and another, each one growing more and more distant. The rolling can had found the stairs to the warehouse’s basement.

“Hm, area scans suggest that object fell into a space immediately beneath us, Star.” A small sprite-mare floated out of Distant Star’s hoof-mounted PipSub to perch on her shoulder like her personal conscience. “Comparison against pre-war municipal records suggest it is a basement, probably deep and dark and full of raiders waiting to turn you into their personal fuck-pet.” A personal conscience of the more demonic and somewhat pervy variety, that is.

“Lady Luck, go take a six foot drop in a rad-tentacle pit.” Distant Star sighed. “Buck, now that I’ve said that, there’ll be a Tower-Wolf or Broodclaw den down there waiting to breed me senseless.”

“I’d watch that.” The sprite drooled a little.

“Whose side are you on, Comet?” Distant Star gave the little demoness perched on her shoulder a sharp glare.

“Your side. It’s where I can get the best view, after all.” Little Comet said, sneaking off behind Star’s cornflower-blue mane. “Teehee.” She whispered from her hidey-place behind her owner’s ear.

“Buck me, Little Comet, I might as well have a horny hell-orthros in heat for a companion. That way I’d only get fucked over twice.” Distant Star gave a little sigh as she carefully walked across the dusty warehouse floor. The light from her PipSub talisman lit up just enough of the gloaming darkness to allow her to see the wide staircase disappearing into the shadows below. She gulped, subconsciously grasping the slave collar around her neck before taking her first step down. The stairs creaked horribly beneath her hoofsteps, each sound competing with the thumping of her own heart. She shivered as some dust trickled down on her creamy yellow fur, casting shadows across her PipSub lamp. Her heart gave a little leap as the pool of light from her lamp lit up not only the can but the telltale glint of a locked storage chest.

“Oh, loot!” Little Comet squeaked as she floated down to the chest excitedly.

“Wait a sec, Comet,” Distant Star warned, “Knowing Lady Luck’s boner for me, this’ll be a booby-trap or a lust-mimic or something.” She lit up her horn and pushed her telekinetic field over the air and floor gently. “Hm, no pressure plates or trip wires.” She said, eyeing the surroundings carefully. “Can you unlock it, Comet?”

“Sure thing, Star!” The little kindlesprite reached her forehooves and head into the chest’s keyhole. Her flanks wiggled about in the air for a moment as her grunts and squeaks filled the keyhole. There was a satisfying ‘click’ as the lock gave way. “I don’t think there are any traps. Pity.” She said, wriggling back out. “But honestly, Star, with your luck, you could do with a few more points in perception.”

Distant Star held her breath as she pushed the lid open. “Look at this, Little Comet!” She gasped at the chest’s contents. “We might have enough supplies in here to make it to the escape point!”

“You’re welcome.” Little Comet preened. “Told you I’m lucky.”

“Lucky for us, yes. Dinner and dessert. We feast tonight, everypony.” There was the telltale click of a runic weapon being cocked in that threatening manner all baddies just couldn’t resist doing. Distant Star felt the tip of something cold, steely and cliche pressed up against her back.

“Oh buck me sideways with a flaming megaspell cock.” Star swore.

“Later.” The voice chuckled. “We’ll even find a use for that dirty hole of a mouth you have. For now, be a good dear and get down on your belly. And don’t try any fancy unicorn tricks. Slavers prefer their toys only slightly used after all.”

She gritted her teeth as she relented and lowered herself onto her belly. The cold steel followed her descent, pressing her croup into the ground, almost forcing her to grind her moistening marehood into the cold concrete.

“Bind and leash her. If we hurry we can have a little fun before we sell her off to that passing caravan.” She heard hooves in heavy boots move around her. Her heart sank. There were at least three of these buckers, four at most, making her chances at making a break for it slim at best. One of her assailants moved within her view. She was a unicorn mare, her raider barding a patchwork of red and white society collars, a sight that would chill the hearts of even the hardiest slave. She wore both a red dom mask and a white slave collar, no doubt a switch.There were quite a lot of switches around the Borderland, living on that exciting edge of capturing and being captured. Bunch of undecided hipsters as far as Star was concerned.

She felt several hooves roughly grip her own legs, preparing to tie her up. She sighed, resigning herself to her Lady Luck’s regularly scheduled fuckery, her eyes darting up to what would have been her loot. To her surprise something waved back. It was Little Comet, hiding inside the loot box, giving her a hoof gesture that she knew was one of the slave position commands. Which one was that again? Present? Belly Rubs? Oh, wait, it’s ‘DOWN’!

She flattened herself against the floor just as something big, dark and loud flew out of the darkness shrouding the rest of the basement. It struck the raider mare in front of her in a shrieking flurry of claws before spiriting her away into the shadows. The mare’s screams echoed about the basement to the cacophony of barding being torn apart and the single ‘ding’ of a safety bell ringing. Her screams were abruptly cut short by the wet gagging noise of what was no doubt something monstrously phallic prying her muzzle open. For a moment, there was only silence, punctuated by a pair of wet slapping noises and the helpless moans of a mare being ravished from both ends.

“Broodclaws!” The raider leader finally found his voice. Distant Star turned just in time to see another humongous feral shadow leap on his collared and masked form before spiriting him away to join his ravaged comrade. The remaining two raiders opened fire with their runic weapons, firing blindly into the darkness as they made a run for the stairs. One of them was tripped by a claw-swipe, her struggling form dragged kicking and screaming into the shadows. The last raider just about managed to make it to the stairs before the wraith-like silhouette of an alpha broodclaw landed with a crash in her path. The unicorn raider raised her runic axe in a final act of defiance. The loud hollow clicks of an empty chambers filled the room. She gave a little ponysquee before a gigantic claw closed around her little body. The little mare could barely whimper and wriggle as the alpha broodclaw carried her away into the shadows of his own den. A solitary ding of a safety bell sounded in the distance, followed by a resigned gulp.

The basement was quickly filled with the sound of flank-slapping breeding and the intermingled musk of the raiders and their lusty captors. Distant Star could just about make out one raider pegasus mare at the centre of a circle of broodclaws. Her hooves, wings and neck were all pinned tight against the pile of sacking beneath her by several claws each. Maws full of razor-sharp teeth ran up and down her quivering body, canines digging into her fur leaving thin trails of drool. One broodclaw had already claimed her teats and clit, its jaws engulfing the tender flesh. The poor mare could only shriek helplessly as the monster ground the sensitive nubs together in its maw. Her cries were quickly silenced by a barbed leviathan of a cock brushing against her lips. She whimpered softly one last time, giving her safety bell a resigned ring as she surrendered her mouth to the monstrous invader. The beast wasted no time in driving its cock against her tongue, howling triumphantly all the while. Its den mates gripped her remaining holes in their claws, stretching them mercilessly. Distant Star could barely believe a ponut could stretch that wide as it was filled with broodclaw drool. Or that a pony that small could stretch so impossibly wide around three broodclaw knots. She shivered, feeling somewhat sorry (and just a little jealous), having heard that broodclaw mating and breeding can take a good few days.

She suddenly felt rather alone and forgotten lying there on the floor in the middle of what was one of the hottest orgies she had ever seen. “Nice plan, Comet.” She whispered.

“Oh right, helping, yep, no problem, anytime.” Comet nodded from where she perched on the loot chest, drooling shamelessly at the free show. “Hmm, yes, breed that raider womb~”

Distant Star felt a little twitch in one eye. She quickly grabbed the loot, any raider equipment she could risk, as well as her pervy little demonsprite before quietly sneaking up the stairs.

“Bwah, that was close!” She gasped once she was out in the pale wasteland sunlight and a good gallop away from that wretched warehouse.

“I was close.” Little Comet wailed plaintively.

“I should’ve just called you Little Cummer.” Distant Star muttered darkly. She felt better now that there was a stretch of cracked highway and a hill between them. Sure, a tiny part of her, particularly that naughty part that was dripping with arousal, was a little sorry to miss out on the fun. But she had a twin sister to show-up, after all. “How the hay did you know the broodclaws wouldn’t have mauled my flank too, knowing Lady Fucker-Luck’s out to get me with a chainsaw dildo and no lube?” She gave her kindlesprite a suspicious look.

“Oh, you had your bestiality encounter setting turned ‘Off’, Star.” Little Comet said, bringing up the settings menu on her PipSub. “I can turn it on if you wanna go back?”

Distant Star rolled her eyes. “No thanks, the moment’s ruined.” She muttered as she came to rest in the dusty shadow of a rocky outcrop.

“Location Discovered - Cumslut’s Relief.” Little Comet announced. “And yet I feel more cockblocked than ever.” The kindlesprite eyed her mistress accusingly, as if it was her fault she wasn’t a broodclaw’s fucktoy yet.

“This is why members should never be allowed to name locations.” Star sighed as she dropped off her salvage against the rock wall and took a much-needed seat.

“You’ve gained enough experience to pick up a new perk, by the way.” The kindlesprite peered over her shoulder. “Oh, please choose ‘cherchez la filly’! That’s my fetish.”

“If I ever find whoever turned the Borderlands into a stupid role-playing game, I will make them choke on my horn.” Star growled as she started sifting through her loot. All in all, it was a surprisingly good find. There was a set of slave barding that had less business being body armour and more legitimacy as a straight jacket, but it’d hold off a shot or two and was certainly better than the typical chainmail bikinis. It even had its own built-in duster with a saddlebag hidden inside carrying enough supplies to allow her to cross the escape zone.There was a water canteen that was fortunately green-coded, meaning it held actual water instead of cum for once. There was even the runic axe that raider had dropped and a few shells for it too.

“Comet, can you link up with this rune axe?” She lifted the firearm in her magical field, peering down the iron sights experimentally. “And not copulate with it this time? We don’t need another party cannon incident.”

“Ooooh, it’s a CRIT-A80 pump-action 20 gauge combat rune-axe.” Little Comet cooed as she floated down into the rune axe’s hilt, her ethereal form merging into the cold steel. “Pity it’s just a toy replica. At least the dummy rounds go ‘bang’.”

“Shush, you. No breaking immersion.” Distant Star chided her kindlesprite-companion-turned-rune-axe.

“Hmm, PipSub-weapon synchronization rate is 15%.” Comet’s voice reported from within the rune axe. “Your perception is so bad you probably can’t fellate a dragon cock if it was draped over your face.” The little sprite seemed thoughtful for a moment. “But I’d still love to see you try~”

“Sometimes I wonder if you come with a warranty. Or a stash of booze.” Star muttered darkly at her sassy little rune axe. She hefted her newfound equipment and climbed up onto the rocky outcrop. She shielded her eyes as a gust of wind brushed her cornflower mane. The vast expanse of the cold gray wasteland stretched out below her all the way to the tall glowing spire of the Core, the Borderlands’ last standing settlement. “I think I see the escape zone. We’re not all that far after all!” She squeed with glee, spotting the telltale pink haze of ‘Sanctuary’, the haven for all runaway slaves. “C’mon, I wanna be there so I can watch Sun Shower’s face as I cross the finish line.”

“Oooh, confidence. I like it.” Her rune axe chirped. “Makes it all the more delicious when a slaver breaks you on his cock.”

“I swear I liked you more before they gave you a voice.” Distant Star muttered as she climbed back down. “Now navigate. And if you lead me into a slaver den, I will drop you in a kennel full of Tower-wolf puppies.”

“Oooh, I love it when you turn all dominant on me. It makes it so much sweeter when I get to watch you...ahn! Oooh, n-no f-faaair! H-hyahn! M-mercy! Aaahn! Mmmnnhhh!” Her rune axe squeaked helplessly as she mercilessly slid it in and out of its sheath. She paid the moaning, quivering axe or its warranty no mind as she trotted on down the road.

She didn’t get very far before she came across what looked like an abandoned waystation on the side of the old highway. It wasn’t all that abandoned as it turned out. She was quick to drop into cover behind a crash-landed sky-chariot as soon as she heard the muffled moans and squeaks. If there was one thing you can count on in the Borderlands; Where there are orgasming slaves, there were slavers.

She leaned out for a cautious peek. She spotted one royal-pink crystal pony slave mare suspended upside down, her rear hooves strapped into manacles hanging from the ceiling of the old cart wash. Her bound forehooves, mane and tail were weighed down by a concrete brick. One of the (conveniently phallic) stiff-bristled cart brushes hanging broken from the ceiling had been stuffed deep inside her dripping, twitching marehood. A slaver stallion gripped the brush as a hoof-hold as he reared up and mounted the slave’s upside down muzzle. The slave gasped loudly at the sudden weight and lurch on the brush-dildo stuffing her foalhole, allowing the slaver to grip her open mouth and push his stallionhood in.

Distant Star couldn’t help but notice the crystal mare’s enthusiastic squee just before it died away wetly around the invading cock. She bit her lip a little as she watched her suckle hungrily on the invading phallus as if her life depended on it. She was maybe a little overexcited for a slave, but damn was it hot watching her lips and tongue work that cock deeper and deeper inside her.

Her ears perked up as she picked up an approaching voice. “Flock me, those four sure are taking their sweet time on their little hunting trip. How long does it take to hunt down one little mare trapped in a warehouse.” A masked and collared gryphon hen in full raider gear muttered as she walked up beside the busy stallion. “I swear, Sundae, I’m surrounded by stupid. Sexy stupid, but stupid nonetheless.”

“Hay, that gryphon looks familiar.” Star whispered to her kindlesprite companion. “I hope it’s not somepony I’ve shot before. That’d be awkward.”

“Must’ve been somepony you knew from ballet class.” Little Comet’s voice chuckled. “We have a match. That’s Gloria, the Deep Claw, leader of the Breaker Legion. Apparently she’s raided 7 slaver camps in the last month alone.” Comet’s voice replied as her PipSub lit up to show the gryphon’s smirking mug on a wanted poster. “There’s a bounty of 200 slave tags on her capture and enslavement.”

“Lady Luck go suck on phoenix cock.” Star muttered. “Seriously, a named mook? Could today get any worse?”

“Yes.” Her axe said. “That waystation is the only exit out of this region for 4 miles. The other exits are either raider camps, tentacle pits or entirely boring.”

“I swear my life is a badly written fanfic.” Star groaned, burying her face in her forehooves.

“Or a really good clopfic, if you let yourself get captured.” The axe visibly drooled as it watched the slave mare’s thorough facefucking.

“Every minute they waste bucking about is another minute we’re not cashing in on these slaves.” The gryphon waved a claw at the chain gang of slave mares kneeling by the green water troughs outside. A few seemed exhausted, though the silly little smiles on their glowing faces and the cum leaking from their marehoods told much more. A few did a better job of acting terrified and hopeless. A few more practical slaves took the opportunity to have a moment’s respite, drinking from the troughs and preparing themselves for the ordeal ahead. Distant Star knew exactly what awaited them – thorough test-drives by potential buyers at whatever slave market they get taken to followed by a night of being broken in by their new owners.

“It’ll be...nnghh….worth it, Glory.” The stallion grunted as his balls slapped wetly against the crystal pony’s snoot. “Did’ya see? Mmnnh. That mare was….grhhh...a black collar. She’d be….oooh...worth a mint if we…nnghh….return her to her Master.”

Distant Star’s hoof wandered up to the black slave collar around her neck. Those raiders who tried to hunt her were part of this band of switches. A tiny grin played on her lips. Karma is a big bad female diamond dog.

“You’re not seeing the big picture, Sundae Sprinkles.” Gloria rolled her eyes at the stallion. “We’ll get plenty selling these. I mean, look at this cocksleeve.” She curled her claws around the crystal mare’s neck, gripping the swollen cock bulge under her slave collar. The slave visibly twitched and trembled at her grip. “A cock-hungry cumdump this well-trained would fetch a fortune. We just need to stage a little demonstration at an auction and we’re gold.” She emphasized by kneading his cock through her neck. The mare’s body stiffened, her back arching tightly as her furiously winking foalhole spurted bursts of marecum around the brush crammed deep into it with each blissful spasm.

Her muffled cries of ecstasy only served to massage every inch of stallion meat in her throat and mouth even tighter. “What’s that? You agree with me?” The gryphon smirked at the groaning stallion, his hips stiffened with his stallionhood gripped in a vice tighter than heaven’s gate. “Good boy.” She gave the slave’s rump a smack, drawing out a cry that squeezed the stallion’s cock from tip to hilt. The stallion groaned his release, bucking his nuts into the slave’s face as his rod shot bursts of cum straight into the slave mare’s belly.

“Now that we’re on the same page, how about we start rounding up these slaves for the road, eh?” Gloria grinned as she milked the stallion’s cock through the slave mare’s neck while slapping the mare’s clit raw, mercilessly working them both through their orgasms. The stallion grunted, his head bobbing bonelessly in either agreement, pleasure or both. The crystal pony slave could only twitch weakly as the stallion pumped every last drop out of his drool-soaked balls into her mouth, coating her tongue and throat in his hot seed.

“Ugh, fine, fine…” Sundae Sprinkles, the raider stallion, grunted as he slowly pulled his seed-soaked cock out of the used slave’s mouth, leaving behind little string of cum that he quickly wiped on the mare’s face. “Just give me a sec to refill this slave’s bomb collar. You might as well clean me off until I seal your mouthpussy again, slave.”

The slave mare moaned raspily as she lavished the twitching stallionhood with her tongue, licking every drop of cum clean. Sundae Sprinkles hummed in enjoyment as he busied himself with refilling a penis-gag with the contents of a bottle marked ‘Warning: High Excitant’.

“Detecting a volatile mixture of starbright, stampede and deeptight in that bottle.” Little Comet analyzed. “And possibly a whole buckload of crazy.”

“Isn’t that one of those ‘clocktail’ mixtures? I’m guessing that mix would make you as tight and horny as a deer in a straight jacket.” Distant Star squinted to get a better look. The stallion held the mare’s jaw open as he pushed the penis gag inside before securing the strap tightly to her collar. The mare gave a whimpering moan as he pressed a remote-like device to her collar. An indicator lamp on the slave’s collar buckle turned from red to green.

“It looks like it has been modified into rapidly-absorbed lube. One blast of that in the right place and forget running, you probably won’t be able to think straight. Designing something like that’s evil. To fill a bomb collar with it, that’s just plain insane.” Little Comet’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “I like these raiders. Can you please hurry up and get caught, Star? I want to see them stuff you full of that lube before breeding you senseless.”

“I have a better idea.” A little smile playing across Star’s lips. “I’m going to go down there and buck some raider rump.”

“Sure, with the army you’re hiding up your marehood, right?” Little Comet chuckled. “Wait, why’re you clopping? Star? No, you don’t have an army hidden up there….do you?”

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