Author's Notes:

IMPORTANT: This was a two chapter update. Please make sure you've read the story chapter, Chapter 9, which was also released today! Unless you want to skip right to the clop. Who can blame you? :P

Featuring the editing skills of Prof. Shrinky Frod, Wendy Crescent, Silent Whisper, Seraphem, Brasta Septim, Troposphere and Sepia.

It had been a week since Twilight’s bold declaration to her herd, a week since they drew a red circle around their agreed date on her calendar. A week since there was all the time in the world to prepare. And now the big red circle was upon her and she had run out of days to prepare.

But it was alright. It was all okay. Totally.

Twilight Sparkle might not look it but she was, in fact, a very organized pony. She had scheduled exactly 1 hour 38 minutes to revise all her Clocktower Society basics and 22 minutes to panic. Unfortunately she didn’t complete her panic within the allotted time for the day, a truly honest mistake that could happen to anypony. If anything, Bell Chime’s reminders that panic time was over only worsened things. But being the versatile pony she was, she decided she could multitask by panicking while revising, reasoning that panic can only serve to motivate her learning.

It turns out that panicked revision presented unforeseen health and safety risks, such as accidentally flushing one’s revision notes down the toilet. The toilet proved rather uncooperative in returning her notes, forcing her to push her entire schedule for the day back by several hours. Unfortunately for her, by this point Rarity and her confounded detective skills had found her midway through applying Tirek-style engineering to disassembling her plumbing.

Rarity may not look it but she was, as it turned out, a very organized pony too. She had reviewed Twilight’s schedule, and while she had been very reluctant to allow her revision and panic time, she managed to negotiate the rest of the afternoon for the spa and other ‘miscellaneous darling time’. And upon finding Twilight practicing home DIY on the palace’s septic tank, Rarity wrinkled her nose and decided she was going to be a very, very organized pony and stick with her version of the schedule, even if it meant dragging Twilight kicking and screaming to the Ponyville day spa.

But Twilight was, if not organized, then at least a tenacious pony. “...Staircase, 3 rings, Clockface, 5 rings…” Twilight worked through her mental checklist under her breath for the umpteenth time. “Blubububub…” She recited underwater as she slid underneath the strawberry-scented bubble bath for the umpteenth time.

“Songbird dearest, while I adore your determination, drowning is not a recognized revision aid.” Rarity sighed as she scooted across the spa’s hot tub to fish her herd sister out of the bubbly water. “Darling, honestly, if it unnerves you so much, you simply do not have to do it tonight. We can plan another day. We have all the time in the world.”

It was fascinating how time worked. A week ago she thought she had all the time in the world. But it turns out all the time in the world can run out in a single week and now there was no time left and she wasn’t ready and she was going to do something really stupid like-worship-the-wrong-side-of-Masters-penis-and-make-a-fool-of-herself-and…

“Twilight, darling, do calm down.” Rarity’s voice brought her back down to Equestria. Twilight blinked down at the calming boop on her snoot. Had Rarity become psychic? Surely her panic was well hidden beneath her frazzled mane and twitching eyes? “Everypony gets butterflies before a session.” Rarity went on. “You can’t get rid of them, but you can teach them to fly in formation.”

Twilight wanted to argue that butterflies as a species do not subscribe to aerial pedagogy, neither do the wild manticores rioting in her belly. Instead, she blew a few despondent bubbles into the bubble bath. It was as good an argument as any.

Her bath companion gave a little sigh before throwing furtive looks to either side. The Ponyville spa was thankfully empty with most ponies opting to enjoy the wonderful weather outside. Deciding the coast was clear, Rarity cleared her throat and leaned in close. “On my first day at the Society, I was so nervous that I walked horn-first into a glory hole.” She gave an embarrassed little giggle. “Before I knew it I was getting a horn job, and what a horn job! Oh, I was beside myself, it was such a scene. But Doc just took it in stride and held me in place by my mane. Oh, he was such a brute. Not that he needed to, really. The mare on the other side was an absolute dear but in her inexperienced exuberance, I honestly thought she was going to eat my horn whole! She told me afterwards that it was the best stallionhood she had ever had. With a wink, off course.”

A chuckle managed to triumph over her anxiety, leading the way for many more giggles. “S-sorry, sorry, I-I didn’t mean to laugh but–but...teeheeheehee!” Before she knew it, Twilight felt her anxieties dissolve away in a warm cloud of laughter.

“Oh, we’re close friends now. I suppose there are more awkward ways for friends to click. Now she’s an associate of mine, exporting my work to Saddle Arabia.” Rarity trilled. “That’s all we do; Have good fun with good friends, maybe even make new ones along the way, and giggle at all the good times and the bad.” She gave Twilight a playful nudge. “Does that all not sound familiar, your majesty?”

Twilight stared at Rarity for all of a second. “Yes, Rarity, because friends suck penises and plead to be each other’s sex playthings,” she deadpanned.

Rarity gigglesnorted into the bathwater. “That is one way to ruin a friendship lesson moment.”

“Rarity, we are not going to extend the meaning of Friendship that far.” Twilight giggled, “I will not be the princess of sex playthings.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” Rarity grinned, leaning in close. Before Twilight knew it, her herd sister had seized her muzzle and wrapped her lips around her own.

“Oh no, oh no, Oh no no no, I completely forgot about the time! Oh, this simply will not do!” There was a loud crash from upstairs. Twilight couldn’t help but wince as a sprinkle of dust trickled down from above. She was not sure what part of spreading rose petals around her bedroom should make crashing noises, and she wasn’t keen on finding out.

The two had taken their time at the spa. A little too much time, perhaps, considering the state of Twilight’s arousal when they were done. With her panic out of the way, she (unfortunately) had plenty of space for lust. Aloe and Lotus certainly didn’t help, opting to sit back and enjoy the free show instead of reminding them of the time.

Having an audience had no effect on her arousal whatsoever, not in the slightest.

Twilight wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the twins’ offer for a foursome next time. She had tried to ask Rarity about it but her herd sister had been too busy having a fit over the clock on the wall.

They had rushed home. Or, to be more specific, Hurricane Rarity had rushed them home, pausing only to pick up some roses from a bewildered Roseluck. The Raristorm deposited her in the map chamber before disappearing off in a cloud of haste upstairs.

Twilight had mixed feelings about having her first session in her own home. On the one hoof, she was somewhat relieved. She wasn’t sure she was quite ready to go on display in public at the Society yet, not without having a little more practical grounding in being Doc’s sex slave first. The last thing she needed was to go down in Society history as that one princess who went to the munch thinking it was the buffet. On the other hoof, being tied up and dominated in the sanctuary of her own home was somewhat unnerving and...strangely arousing, which didn’t in the slightest bit help with the sensation building in Twilight’s belly.

She decided she should have Bell Chime add furnishing the palace dungeons to her to-do list when she had a little more presence of mind.

Thinking of her kindlesprite, her mind was grateful for something, anything to take her mind off her mounting impatience. She turned to the device strapped to her forehoof. The cover clicked open with a flick of her hoof. “Bell Chime, can we please review my to-do list for tonight?”

“Sure thing, Twilight!” Her kindlesprite peeped brightly, poking her little head out of the display. “Let’s see, um, Rarity and Doctor Horse!”

Twilight stared down at her kindlesprite. Bell Chime gave her a sheepish little smile in return. The crickets applauded loudly in the background. “Um, it was a pun? You know, as in, you’ll be doing your herd, so they’re on your to-do list? U-um, I-I’m sorry!” Her squeak of apology was silenced by a loving pet from Twilight.

“Aww, thank you, Bell Chime. But I’m alright, I don’t need calming down anymore.” Twilight chuckled. If anything, she needed a good mating, she muttered inwardly.

“Uhm, that’s great to hear! I guess that means we can check off ‘panic’ then.” Bell Chime smiled in relief. “Let’s see, what else? Revision, check…” She gave Twilight a defiant gaze, as if challenging her to uncheck the items. At least, it would be defiant on anything else other than a fun-sized little sprite whose idea of defiance was to blow up her cheeks and pout at her. “Hygiene, grooming, check. That leaves...relaxation, food and stretching!”

“I didn’t add those.” Twilight frowned.

“It’s all part of the good, healthy standard preparation checklist for getting bucked silly into a willing, obedient sex slave.” Bell Chime nodded, primly.

They spared a worried glance up at the ceiling as another crash came from above followed by the unmistakable squeal of a party popper, suggesting Rarity had found one of the few surviving party favours Pinkie Pie had hidden during her housewarming. A wail of despair promptly followed. Bell Chime ducked back into her PipSub with a frightened squeak. “Relaxation, got it.” Twilight nodded the grim nod of a weather pony facing the tornado day of the century.

Good thing she was the calm and collected member of her herd. Totally.

“Twiliiiiiiight!” Rarity cried as she rushed back down the palace stairs, her mane trailing confetti and streamers. “Pack your things! We are absolutely not having your special night marred by all this...this...thisness!” She gestured helplessly at the party balloon hanging off her horn before shaking it off. “Oh, look at the time! We won’t even have a moment for a meal! Oh, my dear little Songbird, this is all my….” The tried-and-tested boop to the nose halted Hurricane Rarity in her tracks.

Twilight couldn’t help but feel her newfound daring well up with a side of mischief at the sight of her herd mate all flustered. Well, hadn’t Rarity told her how she relaxed on her first visit to the Society? That is information, and information is power. Twilight put on her most impish smile as she trailed her booping hoof around Rarity’s blushing cheeks to curl behind her neck. “Rarity, somepony told me we’re planning to have fun tonight. I don’t know about you, but I plan to stick with that pony’s plan.” She leaned in to give Rarity’s horn a quick lick, leaving the poor unicorn cross-eyed. “Don’t make me eat your horn whole to calm you down.” She licked her lips. She enjoyed a little chuckle at Rarity’s silent mouthing, her marshmallow blush all too adorable to resist.

Twilight froze in place as she suddenly registered the unmistakable tinkling of a unicorn’s magical aura. Rarity wasn’t using any magic, leaving only one horrifying possibility. She turned her head stiffly in the direction of the entrance hall. True to her fears, there was Doc, bearing two pizza boxes and a grin so criminal it belonged in Tartarus. And just like that, all her bravado froze into a block of solid mortification.

“Celestia, I’m so glad I’m dating horny mares.” And just like that, all the apprehension in the air melted into burning incredulity. “Tell me you two miss me.” He challenged, before receiving one of the throne pillows to the face.

“Maybe, but my aim is improving.” Rarity grinned smugly, prepping another throne pillow.

“And unlike a certain colt, we don’t miss the point.” Doc peeled the pillow off his face just in time to receive a lick to his horn, courtesy of Twilight.

“...” Doc stood frozen, wide-eyed for all of a moment. “Girls, run away with me, we can eat, drink and be married.” He got down on one knee and opened up one of the pizza boxes. “I have pizza.”

“This is a bit cheesy.” Twilight giggled, “But I wouldn’t mind having a pizza you,” she said, her magic making a humming sound as it cut through the pizza, slicing it up into perfect radians while reheating it.

“Careful, proposing is a matter of wife and bread.” Rarity purred, taking her own slice. “Still, pizza is a touch plain for the occasion, no matter how you slice it”

“Welll, it was the easiest thing I could pick up on the way back from work. How about now?” Doc lifted a candelabra and lit the candles with a snap of magic. “I can also play the violin and sing a mean sere—”

“Oh darling, this is the most romantic dinner ever! Come, let us partake!” Rarity was quick to shut him up, herding Doc and the floating pizza boxes towards the table faster than he could say ‘serenade’.

“—I thought my pun was pretty good.” Twilight frowned, turning down the light as she trailed after the two. “It was a play on ‘piece’ and ‘pizza’, I thought it was pretty obvious, I mean—”

Twilight could still recognize her bedroom by her brass telescope sitting in one corner, her book case and friendship photo montage in another. But otherwise it was an exotic chamber under distant stars, a serenade of perfumed rose petals and crimson velvet sung to a choir of scented candles glowing in the dark. Even her comfy four-poster was an entirely different beast draped in smoothest scarlet silk. Some part of her knew it was her warm, safe bedroom, but most of her couldn’t help but feel the butterflies, the manticores, the excitement, of another grand adventure. She giggled inwardly at how apt a metaphor it was for kink — Perilous escapades in safely-contained bubbles. If anything, it was comforting to know it was, at the end of the day, still her room, something that spoke volumes of Doc and Rarity’s planning skills.

“It’s a little overkill for a training session, my darling honeybun.” Doc murmured.

“Oh, shush, it is our Songbird’s first. Nothing is overkill for our dearest.” Rarity huffed.

“Oh Rarity, it looks so exciting, I love it!” Rarity found herself on the receiving end of an alicorn wing-snuggle.

“Now, Twilight, once the door closes, your scene begins.” Doc said. “Tonight we’ll only be trying out what we agreed on. Do you have your safety bell?”

“Oh, yes, right here.” Twilight had decided it would be practical to keep everything Society-related in something she could easily pick up and carry with her to the Tower. She felt a touch of accomplishment as she levitated her specially-appointed saddlebags containing all her Society bits and pieces out from her super secret hidey hole underneath her bed. “What?” She frowned, blushing a little at her herd’s giggles. “Most reference texts agree it is a perfectly valid secret hiding spot.”

“Then let us hope they are as good at keeping secrets as they are at agreeing.” Rarity giggled, giving her herd sister a comforting nuzzle. “Don’t worry though, all your Society goods know how to hide themselves from prying eyes.”

Twilight pouted a little as she dug out the velvet case containing her silver safety bell. Doc peeked over her withers and levitated the bell out. “Hm, it’s the new kindlesprite-compatible edition.”

“So what will Bell Chime be able to do it with it?” Rarity peared at the bell with interest.

“From what the CTRL labrats told me, she’ll be able to run diagnostics, make sure your bell’s always working and even ring it for you in emergencies.” Doc turned to Twilight’s tail. “May I?”

“Oh, um, s-sure.” Twilight broke into a tiny blush as she raised her tail for him. Her blush only deepened as she felt him tighten the strap around her tufts. It was surprising how familiar the weight felt to her now after all her coaching during her induction. She willed it to ring, nodding with satisfaction at the nice, clear ‘ding’. “What about Rarity?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, darling. Doc will take care of that.” Rarity gave her a playful wink. “Do you have any other questions before we start?”

“When do we begin?” Twilight said with a playful gleam in her eye.

“Eager are we? Well then, let us begin.” Doc chuckled, locking the door behind them with a loud, foreboding ‘click’. “Twilight Sparkle!” The sudden formality and purpose in his voice ran like a silk glove over her spine. “You are here to begin your training, to earn the privilege of being a slave. Until you do, you are a ‘slave hopeful’, an ‘Astavemh’ in the language of the Fire.” He said, sitting back in what looked at first glance like a very ornate throne. Twilight barely recognized her reading armchair beneath all the fancy silk. The overall effect was only deepened by the candlelight pooling around Doc, deepening his rugged shadows, putting into mind . He levitated over an ornate velvet case onto the armrest, handling it with almost reverential care. With a soft click, he unlocked the heart-shaped crest on the case that Twilight had come to recognize as the Clocktower’s trademark.

“While you have to earn everything else, from your training to your collar, you do begin with one privilege: that of observing other well-trained slaves, a glimpse of what you might one day become if you work hard enough.” Doc beckoned Rarity over with a single wave of his hoof. Twilight watched as her marefriend lowered herself to the floor, pressing her tummy onto the carpet, a submissive posture she recognized from her reading as ‘the crawl’. But there was a woeful lot of detail the writers had left out, something she would have to correct for posterity. The guides had failed to capture how Rarity pushed her belly all the way into the floor, arching her back into the most sensuous curve. It needed a whole postscript on how her hips were pressed against the ground, accentuating her generous flanks as they swayed to the rhythm of her crawl. Only a well-annotated diagram could capture how the carpet and her thighs moulded her teats and marehood, emphasizing their lustre. And nothing would be able to describe how she leaned in and kissed his outstretched hoof lovingly before easing herself into it, letting him cup her cheeks as she gazed up at him with a half-lidded gaze filled with nothing but affection.

She remembered that look. It was the same floaty, blissful look she had seen on Tree Hugger, the twins and especially Rosemary. Was Rarity already experiencing that euphoric, dreamy state of belonging Twilight wanted to investigate more than anything?

Doc returned Rarity’s gaze with a look of pride. It brought to mind the picture of a trainer approving of a clever pet’s trick. The thought made Twilight’s nethers tingle with envy.

“You may know her as some other mare, but here her name is ‘Silk’, named for the most exquisite and beautiful of materials to shape a masterpiece from.” Doc laid out a very ornately patterned black collar on his lap. Its purple band and ruby studs gleamed in the candlelight. The matching hoof cuffs were lain out on either side of the collar. With his forehoof cupping her cheek he guided Rarity to rest her head on his lap, laying her neck across her collar, her forehooves across the cuffs. Twilight held her breath, one forehoof running over her own neck yearningly as she watched Doc magically strap the collar and cuffs. There was a gasp as the collar was tightened around Rarity’s slender neck, though Twilight wasn’t sure whether it came from her own lips or Rarity’s. The low moan that followed was certainly Rarity’s as a magic inhibitor ring was tightened on her horn base. Twilight’s magic had been stolen away from her on a few occasions, so she couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to surrender it freely. The thrill that ran through her nethers gave her an inkling. How Rarity’s rearhooves curled and crossed as she rubbed her thighs together was another.

Twilight winced as a loud slap rang across the room. A shrill moan escaped Rarity’s lips, her ample flanks jiggling under the impact of a flogger hovering in Doc’s magical aura. The words ‘Silk’s Discipline’ was emblazoned across the flogger’s handle, leaving no doubt as to its purpose. Twilight felt a twinge of worry for her herd sister, but despite the skin beneath her marshmallowy white fur glowing a pinkish hue, the eager slave only flagged her tail up and raised her rump for more. ‘She actually wants more,’ Twilight bit her lip, realizing some part of her wanted a taste too.

While Rarity was eager for more punishment, she was also quick to correct her error in closing her legs, spreading her rearhooves apart once more, all the better for her Master to strike her marehood. “As you can see, even the most well-trained slave is not perfect. It is that imperfection that allows Master and slave to continuously train and hone the slave’s qualities.” Doc said casually, rubbing his flogger across Rarity’s tender rump, earning him another soft moan from his slave. He took the opportunity to float out and strap on Rarity’s two remaining rearhoof cuffs and her safety bell.

“Ahn! Mhh! Haah!” Keeping a firm tug on her tail, Doc delivered three rapid smacks on her outstretched dock. “Th-thank you, M-Master.” Rarity moaned through her ragged panting as Doc strapped a dock ring tightly around her tender, quivering flesh. She let out a yelp as Doc roughly tugged on the dock ring, spinning her body around to face their audience, her back up against the chair.

Her sapphire eyes were immediately drawn to the heart-shaped padlock floating down towards her collar. She let out a soft coo of satisfaction as the weighty metal locked her collar in place, hanging heavily against her chest. Twilight recalled wearing a padlock similarly engraved with Doc’s cutie mark on that fateful night. That was as far as the resemblances went. Where Twilight’s had been a generic issue padlock, Rarity’s was a beautifully hoof-crafted masterwork of gold and silver. The ornate filigree of Doc’s cutie mark gleamed a bright purple as the padlock snapped shut.

The gleam spread out across Rarity’s body, tracing out shapes and figures on her fur, revealing what Twilight recognized to be hidden phaser marks. There was the familiar barcode and slave registry number tattooed across her inner thighs along with the name and cutie mark of her owner. A treasury of tallies, lashes and brands adorned her flanks, no doubt the entirety of Doc’s wealth borne on her fur. But her eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the words inscribed across Rarity’s chest, reminiscent of Rosemary’s own slave vows. Twilight’s forehoof wandered down to her own chest, her fur remarkably devoid of master-slave contracts.

“Hm, I forgot we removed your concealed chastity belt. We will need to correct that.” Doc muttered with a theatrical sigh. “Still, all the better for everypony to see what a horny little filly you are.” He elicited another sharp cry from his slave as he telekinetically brought his flogger down with a wet slap on her pussy. Rarity groaned and shivered as the flogger was drawn back up her body, leaving a trail of gleaming marejuice in its wake. Doc took care to allow the flogger to come to rest on her muzzle, allowing his slave to obediently lick the strips clean off her own arousal.

Twilight couldn’t help but lick her own lips. Her obvious hunger didn’t go unnoticed. “Enjoying the view?” Doc chuckled as he teasingly caressed Rarity’s quivering body with his flogger. “I don’t blame you. A slave’s body is a monument to both the master and slave’s efforts. And Silk here is my masterpiece.” Twilight felt the slightest touch of envy seeing Rarity glow visibly at his praise.

Doc slowly stood up from his chair, stepping over his slave, taking care to brush his nethers over her face as he did. Rarity gave a muffled groan into his balls as he purposely stepped a forehoof into her marehood, using her like a very exquisite hoofstool. Twilight’s attention was inevitably drawn to the heavy, pendulous orbs trailing a hint of Rarity’s saliva. She almost jumped when she heard Doc address her again. “Now, enough showing off for Silk.” He relieved himself of his flogger, allowing Rarity to obediently hold it in her mouth with a single test-ring of her safety bell. “Let’s take a look at you, hopeful.”

Twilight shivered. Her mind dimly recognized the pony before her as her sweet, cute and nerdy coltfriend. But every other part of her shivered before the tall, dark stallion looming closer. Her eyes were hypnotically drawn to the riding crop he brandished in his magical grip. She gave a soft squeak, flinching as the crop was suddenly pointed at her muzzle. “We already know why you are here, Twilight Sparkle. But what is it that you desire?” Twilight stifled a little gasp as the cool tip of the crop traced her jaw line before raising her chin. Her heart went from canter to gallop as the crop forced her to peer straight up at his piercing emerald gaze.

“I–” Twilight felt her hooves freeze in place. All of a sudden it was her turn. Unfortunately, despite the beginner classes covering anything and everything, they had neglected covering how a slave should act. Her eyes darted over to her role model, Rarity, where she lay, panting softly into the flogger in her mouth, her flanks and marehood an angry shade of pink from her whipping. She felt her answer well up alongside her sudden yearning. “I–I want to be taken and made into a s-sl-slave like Silk a-and be collared a-a-and made to carry a-all of Master’s money and b-branded w-with my slave contract on my chest a-and whipped and m-made to lick the whip clean and suck Master’s cock and... what’s so funny?” She wailed at Doc and Rarity’s giggling.

“Heheh, s-sorry, Twilight, that was just so, hahah, cute.” Doc stifled another chuckle by giving her a quick, reassuring peck on the cheek.

“I was trying my best…” Twilight muttered through her pout, albeit slightly mollified by Doc’s show of affection.

“I know you are, hon. You’re doing amazing. Okay, serious dom face back on.” Doc cleared his throat. “Hm, at least we know you’re observant, if still in need of correction. You do not ‘ask’ to be made into a slave, you beg and plead until you are granted the honour. And you will be thankful for every bit of instruction you receive in becoming one.”

Twilight squeaked as she realized it was her cue again. “Th-thank you.”

“Thank you what?” He demanded, his gaze boring down into her. Twilight gasped as she felt his magical grip take hold of her chin.

‘What? Um, thank you...thank you...’ Twilight panicked, her heart thrumming like the last 20 seconds on the final question on advanced spatial runology. She gasped as the answer came to her. “Th-th-thank you, M-M-M-Master?” She felt a thrill run from her chest down to her nethers at the new yet strangely familiar word. It felt exhilarating and right, like an answer to an impossible equation.

She wasn’t alone in her excitement. She didn’t miss how Doc’s stallionhood twitched visibly from its sheath at her calling him ‘Master’. It was almost adorable how it signalled his pleasure like a flag.‘Ooh, it twitches when he likes what I’m doing. I should study it for more clues and catalogue the notes later.’ The scientist in her silently filed this observation under ‘useful knowledge’. ‘This information could benefit the future of all marekind! Why isn’t there a word for this yet?’ The scholar in her lamented the sore lacking in the realm of linguistics.

“You’re eager, at least. For that I’ll allow you to call me ‘Sir’, until the day I allow you to give yourself to me to be broken and made into a proper slave. And then and only then will you earn the privilege of calling me your ‘Master’.” Twilight shivered at Doc’s words, his cold promises only stoking the unbearable excitement in her belly. Though she couldn’t help but giggle inwardly at the sight of Rarity rolling her eyes at how much Doc’s cock was betraying his excitement.

“Th-thank you, Sir!” Twilight blurted.

“Good, you’re a fast learner. That will serve you well in your training.” Sir smiled approvingly. “Now, let’s examine what you have to offer.”

Twilight squirmed in place as Sir slowly paced around her, his eyes seemingly tracing every curve of her body. She suddenly became very aware of her body, feeling strangely exposed. She instinctively pulled her tail down, folding her wings tight and clenching her thighs, as any decent mare would to preserve her modesty. She quickly realized she had made a mistake upon seeing his look of disapproval. “Are you hiding yourself from me, hopeful?” he growled. “A slave does not shy away from showing off her Master’s property. She flaunts his treasures with pride. When you are being inspected, you will display everything for examination.”

Twilight yelped as a firm magical hold on the back of her neck roughly pushed her down into the carpet. She barely had a moment to catch her breath when she suddenly found her hindlegs treading air. She gave a loud squeak as she realized Sir had cupped his hoof under her marehood and, with surprising strength, lifted her rear into the air. She felt the telltale tickle of magic around his hoof teasing her marehood, no doubt a body-strengthening spell. She gripped onto the carpet for dear life, wishing she could sink her burning face into the floor and hide her shame before it consumed her. ‘No, no, no, he’s holding me there and I’m leaking so-much-onto-his-hoof-and-he-can-feel-it-all-and-oh-noooooooo,’ she wailed inwardly. Her flailing legs were threatening to unbalance her off her perch on his hoof when she felt him tug her dock upwards with his mouth, eliciting a loud cry from her throat. She hung by her marehood and dock, her face pressed into the carpet, powerless to stop him examining her as she helplessly leaked her shame onto his hoof.

“Spread your hindlegs,” he commanded, replacing his mouth with another telekinetic grip on her dock. Twilight squeaked, weakly wondering how Sir could hold her with how scalding her shame was. Her hindlegs flailed as they struggled to find purchase on the floor. She whined as she settled for spreading them in midair. ‘He’s looking, he’s lookiiiing, I must look all weird and-wet-and-oozy-and-messy-and-ugly-back-there-and-noooooo’ She wanted to explode with shame as she held her legs up as best as she can for Sir’s inspection.

“Silk, come over here and take a look. After all, one day this mare may end up your sister slave.” As if she hadn’t been humiliated enough, Sir beckoned Silk over to join in ogling her. Twilight watched her marefriend hurriedly roll onto her front and crawl over, leaving drops of her marejuice in her wake.

‘Noo, don’t loooook!’ Twilight squirmed, but no amount of struggling would hide herself from her herd sister.

“Hm, very wet and eager already. See how tight and firm she is?” Doc’s commentary certainly wasn’t helping. Twilight whined helplessly, feeling very conscious of herself as she felt Sir press his hoof just a little deeper into her marehood, spreading her lips for Silk to peer inside at how ugly and messy she was. She could feel herself oozing copiously into Sir’s hoof and drip all over the floor but there was no stopping it now. “She’s the perfect, healthy shade of pink. The way her supple ridges curve were simply made to embrace cock. Simply beautiful.”

Her ears perked at Sir’s words. ‘W-wait, it’s beautiful?! Doc likes it?!’ She had eyed herself back there from time to time when she washed. The scholar in her would point out that no dictionary entry for ‘beautiful’ should ever include her pussy.

Maybe colts use their own dictionary?

“It’ll take a lot of work, but this foalhole looks worthy of being trained into a fucktoy for my cock. Wouldn’t you agree, Silk?” Sir chuckled.

‘He thinks it’s good enough for his penis!’ Twilight felt a warm if odd glow of pride at his approval. The idea of her most intimate and sensitive place being turned into a toy dedicated to Sir’s stallionhood felt somewhat perverse in Twilight’s mind, and yet she couldn’t help but leak more of her eagerness onto his hoof at the prospect. “Y-yes, please.” She panted before she could stop herself.

“Hmm? Yes, please what?” Sir asked, sounding a little surprised at her speaking up.

Twilight blinked as she realized she had dug her own hole, one very poorly thought-out in depth. “U-um, please, Sir, would you t-take my special place and make it into a t-t-toy for your c-c-cock?” She begged as best as she could as she looked back at him with pleading eyes.

Doc’s grip on her nethers tightened just enough to force a moan out of Twilight. “A-ahem, well, yes, if you impress me enough tonight then I shall plan a whole day to strap you onto a rack and take my time moulding your tight little breeding hole into my personal sex toy.”

Twilight squirmed in his grip in a strange mix of thrill and terror at the prospect. “Th-thank you, Sir.” She struggled to keep her excitement out of her voice, thought it was hardly necessary with how much of a mess she was making on his hoof.

“I love how honest your body is. Wouldn’t you agree, Silk?” Sir teased, giving Twilight another squeeze. Twilight wished she could just drown herself in the puddle she was making on the floor and be done with it.

“I can’t wait to taste her myself, Master.” The sound of Silk licking her lips at her leaking made her tremble from horn to hoof.

“Now, now, Silk. You’ll have your chance soon.” Sir chuckled. “Your inspection is complete, Hopeful. Well done. This position is one of my favourites for my slaves so you’ll do well to remember it. It’s is called ‘Present’.” She gave a whimper of relief as the pressure on her pussy eased, lowering her back onto the floor. She took great care to keep her hindlegs spread as her hooftips found ground once more. She whined softly as she felt herself wink, as if hoping to catch the retreating hoof. “You will assume this pose when your Master waves downwards or taps your head twice with a downward press like so.” He demonstrated the order with the lightest flick of his whip on her head.

“Yes, thank you, Sir.” Twilight panted softly. ‘Present, downward hoof wave, or tap twice on head and downward push, got it.’ She repeated to herself. The keen student in her squeed with the sweet exhilaration of learning something entirely new. She didn’t waste the opportunity to impress her teacher, raising her tail high and stretching her rearhooves wider. Her heart raced as she felt herself spreading her petals for Sir’s viewing pleasure.

“Good mare. You may have a natural talent for being a good sex slave after all.” Her teacher beamed approvingly at the sight of her dripping pinkness. Twilight felt a warm glow rise up at Sir’s words. It felt as good as receiving an A+ from Celestia, maybe even better. “You’ve earned yourself a reward. You may use your tongue to clean your mess off my hoof.” He lowered his hoof to her nose as an owner might offer his pet a treat.

Twilight stared at Sir’s upturned hoof pads glistening with what could only be her own hot, thick arousal. Something at the back of her mind dimly rebelled at the thought, ‘How is this a reward?’ The wrongness of it strangely spurred on the rest of her. She hesitantly leaned forwards, poked out her little tongue and gave it a lick. She tasted the thick saltiness of his hoof beneath the piquant, pungent hotness that was undoubtedly her. It tasted something like a hotter, thicker version of that ‘Bloody Mare’ cocktail Rarity once made her drink, all limey, smokey and floral; Interesting but definitely an acquired taste. But what definitely sold it for her was the shiver she felt run up Sir’s hoof, culminating in an impressive throb that sent his stallionhood all the way out of his sheath.

‘Ooh, Doc’s penis is doing that cock-thing-I-don’t-have-word-for-yet! That means he likes it!’ Twilight felt herself leak with excitement at the thought of Doc enjoying her performance. She moaned a note of pure joy as she cupped Sir’s hoof in her own and pressed her muzzle into it. The sight of Sir’s member throbbing in time to her licks sent her soaring with excitement, letting out more pleasurable squeaks from her between hungry slurps. Her noises of earnest delight seemed to please Sir even more, his every hiss of pleasure stoking her own. She was enjoying herself so much that she was almost disappointed when she found she had already polished Sir’s hoof to a gleaming shine.

“That’s a good mare.” Her disappointment was quickly mollified by a fond ruffling of her mane. She had begun to notice a nice, warm floaty feeling of fulfillment with every word of praise she received. The blissful sensation was even stronger whenever he expressed how much he enjoyed her service, whether it was his moans of pleasure or his stallionhood doing that cock-thing-with-no-word-for. She wondered whether this was the sensation she was seeking. ‘More importantly, why is there no name for this feeling either?!’ Her inner scholar wailed at the general poverty of the Equestrian language.

Whatever it was, she wanted to earn more, to be the slave he took pride and joy in. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long for her next opportunity. “Let’s move on. Silk, prepare her for cock training.” Sir ordered.

“Oh, yes, Master~” Silk’s voice was eager, almost too eager. Twilight gasped as she felt Silk mount her upraised butt, using her body to pin her deeper into the ground. Silk’s forehooves firmly gripped her own, forcing them together behind her back. With surprising dexterity for a unicorn lacking magic, Silk looped long strips of soft cotton fabric around her hooves and barrel, strapping them together.

She wasn’t sure whether it was the feeling of Silk’s warmth rubbing against her nethers or the tightness of the bindings digging into her fur, but something was making her tingle all over. She tried to struggle against the bindings, but her efforts were quickly silenced by a forceful hoof pressing down on her back just beneath her neck. Her limbs turned limp like jelly as she realized it was Sir stepping down on her back, pinning her feeble form into the floor. She moaned helplessly as she realized she was powerless to fight her two relentless captors.

She felt her horn crackle reflexively. ‘One spell and I’d be free; Teleport, force field, even simple telekinesis., the pragmatic part of her thought. After all, Sir hadn’t slipped an inhibitor ring on her as he had with Silk. ‘Well, one safeword and I’d be free,’ she reminded herself. She could easily free herself, but instead she chose to be tied up and toyed with. She peered up at the stallion taking her, the Master she was submitting to, and felt that happy, floaty feeling-she-had-no-name-for begin to stir again. The scientist in her wondered if the no-name feeling would be stronger if her horn had been restrained too. ‘Need to make sure I ask next time,’ she decided. ‘For science’.

Twilight groaned softly as she felt Silk tighten her bindings, trapping her wings underneath her bound forehooves. Her wings tried to flutter free but could only twitch in place, sending twinges of pain up her spine. She squirmed with discomfort as she peered up at Sir. Something new, an even stronger version of that ‘floaty-no-name-feeling’, stirred inside her at the sight of Sir’s heavy-laden testicles throbbing in time to her moans and squirms of pain. ‘This must be like that cock-thing-with-no-words, but with testicles! We’ll call this ‘The-balls-thing-naming-in-progress.’ Twilight’s track record in naming persisted undaunted in the face of overwhelmingly lacking diction. ‘That means Doc’s enjoying this. My pain is pleasuring him.’ Her logic weakly tried to point out that something, somewhere, was very wrong and perverse. The rest of her was basking in that ‘floaty-no-name-feeling’ from how right it felt to please her Master with everything her body could offer including her pain. “Mmmhh!” She let out a moan of both pain and pleasure.

“What’s this? Enjoying being tied up into the helpless little toy you are?” Sir asked, cupping her cheek in one hoof.

“Mmmhhhmm, yes, Sir.” Twilight nodded weakly against his hoof, crying softly into his fur as she felt another twinge of pain. She was certainly enjoying the warm, tingling buzz of ‘floaty-no-name’ that it gave her. But at the same time the discomfort was becoming increasingly distracting, almost overwhelming. Her wings didn’t like being trapped under her bound forehooves as Silk tightened her bonds. ‘I-is this part of play? I-is it meant to hurt this bad?’ She frowned inwardly as she found it harder and harder to enjoy herself.

‘But I was enjoying it earlier, I liked how it please Doc. Wouldn’t it feel better to bear even more pain for Sir?’ Her argument grew weak as her wings began to seize under the pressure. ‘Need to...need to...bear a little...longer.’ She gave a loud yelp as a particularly abused pinion protested angrily. “S-Staircase! Staircase!” she gave in, her bell ringing for good measure, though she quickly realized she wasn’t keeping count. The pain thankfully stopped growing, at least enough for her to blink away her tears.

“Clockface. Ring switch off.” She heard Rarity say, the urgency palpable in her voice. The safeword must have deactivated her inhibitor ring as she felt Rarity’s magic untying her.

Twilight blinked in confusion. Why did Rarity halt the scene? Had she done something wrong? Was she meant to bear with the pain for longer like a good slave? That must be it, she decided as the dread sank in. She groaned as she looked up, expecting to see two disappointed faces. ‘Was there a word for not being able to keep up with your doms? Oh, right, it’s ‘failure’.’

She was surprised to see Rarity wearing an utterly aghast expression. “Are you alright, songbird dearest?” She asked, worriedly.

“I think it’s her wings.” Doc muttered, examining her pinions. “Sorry, hon, I should have realized it sooner.” He straightened them out, stroking them with a soothing touch of his medical magic.

“Uhn, no, it’s okay.” Twilight groaned at his ministrations. “They just got a little trapped. I didn’t realize it until it happened myself.” She sighed with relief as the pain eased, allowing her to flap her wings free. “I’m sorry for ruining the mood.”

“No, not at all, darling, I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. Are you alright?” Rarity looked positively terrified.

‘That must have brought up some bad memories. I should have acted quicker.’ Twilight cursed herself for not safewording sooner. “I’m alright now that they’re free. See? No harm done.” She flapped her wings for emphasis. “I was otherwise loving what you were doing.” She gave the terror-stricken unicorn a reassuring wing-cuddle.

“I think it’s the fact that neither of us have much experience with wings. I should have thought of that beforehoof.” Doc said, giving Rarity a comforting pat on the head. “We should steer clear of Twilight’s wings until we’ve had some training in how to handle them.” Rarity nodded numbly in agreement.

“Besides, I was, um, kind of, uh, enjoying the pain at first, you know, when it wasn’t too much?.” Twilight admitted, blushing deeply.

Rarity and Doc shared a glance that Twilight couldn’t quite read. ‘Did that come out wrong?’ Twilight frowned. “I kind of, um, thought about how you might be enjoying it, my pain I mean,

and, uh, you know...” She wanted to trail off into silence and leave it at that. Except the two expectant faces leaning in close to her own wouldn’t let her. She closed her eyes tight and let her mouth blurt out the rest. “...the-sight-of-your-penis-doing-the-throbbing-cock-thing-with-no-words-for-it-yet-when-I-cried-in-pain-made-me-really-really-floatynoname-and-I-wanted-more-and-more-I-just-don’t-know!” She squeaked.

Doc and Rarity seemed stunned into speechlessness. Then, as one, they pulled Twilight into one of their ‘Twilight’s-being-adorkable’ hugs.

“Yes, I do enjoy it, Twilight.” Twilight felt a warm flutter at Doc’s words. “But…”

“But we would never want to ‘hurt you’ hurt you, if you understand? Perish the thought.” Rarity murmured, seemingly still somewhat shaken.

“Rarity took the words straight out of my mouth.” Doc agreed, grimly. “The last thing I want is to injure either you or Rarity.”

“I won’t let that happen again. I’ll be quicker to safeword next time.” Twilight said with a reassuring smile. “Now, I want you to tie me up again, please?” She turned away and offered her forehooves to Rarity once more. “Clockface?” She said, almost pleadingly.

“If you say so, dear.” Rarity murmured uncertainly, looking to Doc. He gave her a silent nod in reply. Rarity sighed softly, seemingly steeling herself as she repositioned herself behind Twilight. “Clockface, ring switch on.” She hesitantly mounted Twilight once more.

While Rarity’s hooves handled the cloth bindings as well as to be expected of a master seamstress, they lacked their earlier confidence. But without her wings in the way, every tightening of the bonds against Twilight’s fur sent a palpable thrill through her. The mood quickly captured her once more. She was the helpless mare being bound and prepared to be enslaved by her captor. His slave, trained in the art of turning mares into his playthings, held her firmly in an iron grip no matter how much she squirmed against her bonds. She moaned softly as she wiggled her rump up against Rarity’s belly. Her herd sister must have feld her wink and leak on her fur as her knot-tying gained a sudden boost in certainty. Twilight quickly figured out the trick, squirming and cooing passionately in encouragement. The effects were not lost on Silk, her ferocity returning with a purr of excitement as she began to grind herself into Twilight, soaking more of her fur with her arousal.

Sir, meanwhile, had summoned up his armchair in a wave of telekinesis and settled down, doing a very good impression of a victorious evil villain, if evil villains routinely sported erect fully erect stallionhoods. “Hm, such an eager hopeful, so determined to be made into a good little slave.” His enjoyment of his mares’ playful performance showed with every pleasurable throb of his member.

She really, really needed a word for that.

“Th-thank you, Sir.” Twilight gasped as Silk curled her forehooves around her and bit her mane before pulling her upright into a kneeling position. She flapped her wings in panic as she tried to balance herself against her captor. It was an unnatural position for ponies, by the simple fact that ponies lacked the Taurian knees whence the word actually derived.

Not having her forehooves to balance with made it worse, forcing her to stretch her thighs apart to spread her weight. She quickly realized the point of the position as her spread marehood was put on display for Sir. She would’ve burned up in shame again if she hadn’t caught him lick his lips with obvious lust at the sight of her blooming petals. ‘Sir did say it was beautiful. What was it Sir said? Show off Master’s property?’ She bit her lip, swallowing her shame as she angled her hips to allow Sir a better view. “Fl-flaunt Master’s pride with treasure.” She only realized a moment later that she had said it out loud. She looked up at Sir, blushing so red she looked about ready to pop. “I-I-I m-mean, I, um, ooh, nooooh!” she wailed in despair. She was missing her forehooves so she had to make do with burying her face in her wings. ‘I must have just won the silliest sub of the year award on my first daaaaaay!’

A warm hoof caressed her mane comfortingly, easing her out of her hiding place behind her wings. She peered out between her pinions to find Doc smiling at her fondly. “A slave shines the most when she tries her best to show off her Master’s training. And right now, you’re radiant, Twilight.”

Twilight wanted nothing more than to hide behind her wings again, this time in pure embarrassment. “Th-thank you, Sir.” She remembered her manners, however.

“Now, you’ll get plenty of opportunities to show off this next bit of training.” Sir went on.

Twilight’s ears perked up attentively. ‘More training I can show off for Sir!’ She put on her best student face.

“Every hopeful intended to serve a stallion must be adequately cock-trained.” Sir said. “Luckily for you, you have a well cock-trained slave ready to help with your training.” He waved a hoof over at Silk. “Silk, you may begin.”

“You honour me so. Thank you, Master~” Silk’s gleeful chirp made Twilight squirm helplessly in the slave’s grip.

Twilight squeaked as what little balance she had managed to gather was stolen from her by a hoof on her back. She grunted softly as the hoof roughly pushed her face in between Sir’s thighs. “Mmnnhh!” Her initial instinct was to try and push away. Her bound hooves however only allowed her to squirm helplessly, burying herself deeper in between his balls, earning her a groan of satisfaction from Sir. She was powerless as her captor held her muzzle deep in between his balls, forcing her to take an immediate lungful of a dark, fruity and tangy aroma. The aroma was so powerful, so sudden and overwhelming, that Twilight’s first reaction was to gasp and fight for fresh air. But her slave trainer dutifully held her head in place. Her struggle only earned her another muzzleful of his thick, intoxicating scent.

“Yes, that’s a good filly. Breathe.” Silk cooed in her ear. “This is the scent of your Master-to-be. You will be trained to remember it, you will be conditioned to recognize it by the pleasure it stirs in your marehood, you will love it.”

‘L-love it?’ A small part of her tried to recoil at the thought. ‘B-but his scent is so…’ Her trainer grinded a hoof into her marehood, forcing her to moan and take in another lungful of his overpowering musk, quickly drowning any defiance. “Mmmhhhh!” She pulled her muzzle out of Sir’s nethers and threw her head back at the sudden stimulation. ‘But...but…’ Her mind barely managed to protest before another of Silk’s forehooves quickly forced her back down into his thick, hot balls.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Silk tutted. “Do you not hear Sir enjoying you? This is what a slave lives for; To please her Master, to pleasure his stallionhood, to love and adore his maleness.”

‘Th-this is a slave’s place…?’ Twilight’s struggles weakened, her ears perking to the sound of Sir’s enjoyment. He was groaning in obvious bliss from the feel of her fur caressing his stallionhood. ‘Doc...Sir is enjoying me nuzzling his cock.’ His coos of pleasure at her every touch filled her with that happy sense of floaty-no-name once more.

“Oh, Princesses and Fire….” Twilight heard Sir gasp under his breath.

She adored how his member did that cock-thing-no-words-yet to her every touch, how her very breath on it could make it quiver in pleasure, how it could reduce Sir to helpless moans of bliss. ‘I want to hear, see, feel more of him enjoying me, all of me. I want him to make me his and enjoy me even more.’ Twilight mewled pleasurably as Silk pushed her hot, silken body up against the back of her head, forcefully rubbing Twilight’s face up against the root of Sir’s cock. The incredible heat of his balls almost scalded Twilight’s fur as she gave it a groggy nuzzle, earning her a satisfying groan from Sir. She was immediately rewarded by Silk’s hoof kneading roughly into her marehood.

“Hmm, yes, moan with joy, revel in this feeling. This is your place now, living as a slave right here in between Sir’s legs. This is where you’re happiest; When you’re losing yourself in pleasuring your Master. This is your paradise, your sanctuary.” Silk grunted as she grinded herself into Twilight’s rear encouragingly.

While Twilight Sparkle enjoyed being taught things, she never used to take kindly to being told how to think or feel on principle. But right there, right then, she felt an odd sense of smugness as her trainers slowly stripped away the old Twilight, moulding what was left into a slave’s singular purpose: loving her Master. The slave-to-be moaned into Sir’s cock as she dazedly caressed his length with her face lovingly. His hardness twitched in reply, as if petting her as a lover would.

“Oh, you are an absolute natural, darling.” Silk crooned in her ear. “I think you’ve earned yourself the pleasure of loving him with your tongue. Go on, lick, have a taste of your new favourite treat.”

Twilight eyed the tower looming before her. She felt an odd touch of pride at how mighty it stood out of its sheath. ‘I made this,’ she giggled inwardly. She had watched other subs worship their Masters, she had fantasized about worshiping her own. Now that she was giving into her new purpose, she wanted it more than anything. ‘But isn’t his cock dirty?’ The feeble thought of how wrong it was only fueled her desire. The more she gave, the sweeter it was when she got to hear, see and feel her Master’s pleasure.

She allowed her lips to brush softly against one testicle before caressing it with a long, slow lick. The taste mingled with his overwhelming heat, a pungent saltiness that she could taste through her tongue and nose. She retraced a circle back down, keen to study the taste more. Her slow, circular motion earned her a low groan of approval from Sir. ‘Circles are good.’ Encouraged, she traced more circles around with her eager little tongue. Her bound forehooves forced her to squirm and twist her body about to lavish every part of his towering shaft with her cute little tongue.

“Hm, what a flexible little minx. We will find a lot of fun uses for that.” Sir mused out loud between moans. “Oh, yes, just like that, that’s a good girl.” He ran a hoof through her mane approvingly. Between his praise and obvious cock-thing-no-words-yet as well as Silk’s hoof grinding into her marehood with each lick, Twilight could feel herself being conditioned to lust for his taste. She moaned as the saliferous twang of his flavour not only became increasingly familiar, every lick was imprinting it as the taste of his pleasure and thus her own. Whatever misgivings Twilight Sparkle once had about bringing her mouth anywhere near peepees, it all simply dissolved in that warm sense of floaty-no-name like every other doubt she had.

“Enjoying Master’s flavour already, are we? I wonder if I should tell Master about how much of a mess you’re making on my hoof,” Silk teased, eking out another loud whine from Twilight as she pressed her hoof deeper between her silken folds. “Yes, this is how a good cock-trained slave should be, taking pleasure in cock, lusting for cock, loving cock.” She licked Twilight’s ears lovingly. “You used to be a scholar before you became a slave hopeful, weren’t you? Let me teach you a new fact. This, all of this…” She ran her other forehoof over Twilight’s panting lips, tracing her jawline all the way down her throat, leaving a little trail of saliva. “...will soon be moulded into a ‘cocksleeve’. It will have two purposes; Housing and pleasuring your Master’s stallionhood and maintaining healthy nutrition for the rest of your Master’s property.” She finished by running her forehoof down the rest of Twilight’s curves. “Do you want that? To have your helpless, tied-up body turned into a receptacle for cock?”

Petty things like having qualms over her mouth and the rest of her body being turned into a plaything for stallions were all much too complex. Her happy sense of floaty-no-name liked simplicity. It liked the singularity of purpose of existing for her Master’s cock and, by extension, his pleasure. “Y-yes!” Twilight blurted out, drooling helplessly at the thought. “Yes, please!”

“Hmm, I don’t hear her begging, Master. Maybe she doesn’t want it enough?” Silk teased, cupping a hoof around her neck. “Come now, plead for it like a good slave.”

“P-please, Sir, a-and S-Silk, please make me into a good c-c-cocksleeve!” she pleaded, panting hungrily all the while, her wingtips fluttering, her tail wagging excitedly against Silk’s butt. “P-please m-make my mouth into a p-pleasure receptacle for your c-c-cock!”

“Oh goly-gosh…” Doc breathed through gritted teeth. “Ahem, well,” He cleared his throat, “You have certainly shown determination. Most slave-hopefuls don’t make it this far on their first day. I suppose I could be generous and allow you a reward.” He curled a forehoof under Twilight’s chin, holding her tenderly for but a moment before reaching around behind her ears with both hooves.

“Th-thank you, Sir.” Twilight breathed. “Thank you for allowing me your c-c-cock.” She didn’t miss how Doc bit back a grunt, his stallionhood doing that cock-thing-no-words-yet in obvious excitement at her devotion.

“This is your first kiss, your first official step in becoming a slave,” Silk whispered in Twilight’s ears excitedly. “Go on, don’t keep him waiting.”

Twilight barely needed Rarity’s push. She wanted, needed more! She dove in on the proud flare before her, her lips seeking out the bead of fluid leaking out of its hole. She pressed her lips into the searing heat, moaning softly as she let his maleness part her mouth. With his hooves holding her steady, it certainly felt like she was kissing the love of her life deeply, like a couple sealing a romantic vow. ‘Fitting for a slave devoting herself to her Master’s cock’ She felt an excited tingle at the naughty thought.

Her little tongue hungrily sought out the trickle of fluid. The tantalizing little taster carried a richer saltiness than his skin, briny with a bit of a bitter bite, but with a sweetness she could taste spreading in her mouth and throat. ‘Is this semen?’ The little scientist Twilight in her perked with interest. ‘It tastes...interesting!’

Silk rewarded her efforts by curling one forehoof around Twilight’s pussy. The slave-in-training tensed up at the feeling of Silk’s hooftip tracing her folds, digging into her deeper with every motion, sending butterfly tendrils up her spine. She moaned helplessly into his flare, bathing his bulb in the gossamer reverberations of her arousal. Encouraged, she stretched herself wider to take in more of her Master’s wide tip and pleasure even more of him like the good slave-hopeful she was. Her lips barely cleared the bulbous edges of his flare when she breathed softly around his shaft before sucking deeply, keen to draw out another moan of pleasure from Sir.

Instead, she elicited a little yelp of what was unmistakably pain from Doc as she felt her enthusiastic sucking draw his flesh into her teeth. She gave a soft gasp as she made a hasty retreat. “A-are you okay?” She blurted out worriedly.

“I’m alright.” Doc’s character dissolved away in a light chuckle. “You’re doing great, Twilight. Just watch your teeth, let Rarity, er, Silk guide you.” He cleared his throat once more. “Silk, see to it that it doesn’t happen again.”

“Y-Yes, Master.” Silk quickly rallied. She rested her chin on Twilight’s right withers, using her left forehoof to cup her other cheek and force her mouth open a little wider. “A receptacle does not suck, darling, a receptacle receives. It gently allows Master in, welcoming him in with her tongue, just like you did earlier. Yes, there, lick his flare into your cocksleeve, just like that.” She guided Twilight back down on his shaft slowly, letting her lap his flare into her mouth gently. She felt him groan with approval through the throbbing shaft prying her lips. She couldn’t help but giggle around his cock, eliciting an even deeper moan. “Yes, that’s it. Make your cocksleeve a warm, soft paradise. Let him use your tongue as a cushion, curl it all around him.” The hot, throbbing mass came to rest heavily on her tongue as she traced the curves of his flare with her licks.

“Now the fun can truly begin.” Silk whispered in her ear with glee. “You see, your mouth, your cocksleeve, is no different from those fucktoys that stallions use to touch themselves. The curves of your cheeks and lips, the curls of your palate, the contours of your tongue, they’re all the ribs and ridges of a good quality toy. Let your Master rub himself with them. Yes, just like that.”

“Ulp...mlpp...hhhnnnh…” Twilight moaned softly as she felt Sir slowly, but firmly push her down on his tip. With some guidance from Silk, she angled herself to allow the best parts of her cocksleeve to caress him snugly as he slid in and out of her.

“That’s a good mare. Slow and steady. Make beautiful love to his maleness the way only a good slave can.” Silk’s hoof returned to work slowly, torturously invading her pussy while kneading her tender flesh in slow, ponderous circular motions. The teasing twinges of pleasure Silk rationed her made it clear her efforts were intended to force her to massage Sir’s shaft with her moans. And was she devilishly good at it!

“Uf, mmh, well done, Hopeful.” Twilight’s ears perked at Sir’s words. She allowed him to pull her gaze up to meet his emerald green eyes. “I think…” He panted softly. “It will take, mh, a lot more training going forwards, but I think I want to….I mean, I will be claiming this cocksleeve today. I want to….I will be using you like a proper fucktoy. We won’t stop until I mark you as mine. Is that understood?”

Twilight’s eyes widened. ‘Doc l-likes my mouth–er–cocksleeve! I’ve only taken the very tip and he likes it! I didn’t even use my throat and he likes it! I passed! I’m okay and I passed!’ The last of her misgivings dissolved away in the tears of relief and joy welling up in her eyes. “Fwank uuu thiir.” She mumbled around his shaft as she gazed up at him with nothing but worshipful gratitude.

Sir’s cheeks burned crimson as he stared back down at her, seemingly struck speechless. It lasted but a moment as he gripped her mane tightly. Twilight barely had a moment to gasp before she was roughly pulled down on his cock tip. Sir growled, grinding his flare against her tongue before pulling back out. He pumped her up and down his shaft in firm, shallow strokes like the sex toy she was. “Ulp...ulp...slrrp...mmhh….ahhmm...mmhh!” Silk’s forehoof mercilessly worked her teats and clit, twisting and tugging the tender nubs of flesh in between torturing her marehood. Twilight could only struggle against the silk strapping her forehooves together, her body writhing against Silk’s forehoof as she was forced to massage and caress his stallionhood with her moans of pleasure and agony.

“Aaah, yes, look up at me! Look up at me as I take you!” Sir growled, forcing her to look up at him. “MmmmMMHHH YEES!” He roared triumphantly as his flare swelled up in her mouth, prying her maw as far as it would go, making way for the sudden deluge of heat washing across her tongue and cheeks. Silk chose that exact moment to give her swollen, tender clit a squeeze. She screamed her surrender into him, her cries of ecstasy milking his member for every drop of his thick hot seed. She might have been orgasming. The waves of hot bliss gripping Silk’s hoof in her pulsating pussy and the ripples of ecstasy dancing across every nerve in her body certainly suggested that. But she was somewhere else, somewhere wonderful, a sense of complete floatynoname. Here she had only one wondrous, beautiful, euphoric purpose in her life; To take in more and more of Sir’s pleasure in her cocksleeve. Her belly was filling with it, her mouth, her mind, everything.

She didn’t stop until she had given up everything for her Master. Thoroughly spent, she felt herself limply slide off his shaft with a wet plop, a little drizzle of his warmth dripping down her muzzle and chest. The warm, velvety clutch of Silk’s fur cradled her limp form from behind. She watched weakly as Silk leaned forwards over her withers to clean Master’s shaft with her tongue. She heard Sir groan softly as he reached down to grip Silk’s mane and pulled her into him. He rubbed his member into her face and mane, using her like a cock rag. She murred pleasurably at his attentions, giggling softly as he gave her a pat on the head for her efforts.

Twilight’s hazy mind slowly became a little more aware of the syrupy thickness pooled in her mouth. Her tongue was bathed in its thick, heady flavour. It had a salty tang with a creamy sweet bite, much like those margaritas Pinkie liked to make her drink. ‘So that’s what semen tastes like.’ She thought, feeling more of that pleasant warmth sloshing a little in her belly.

Before she could dwell on it any further, she felt Sir hold her gently by her mane and chin, easing her mouth open. She allowed him to pry her lips apart, showing him the pool of cum she had collected in her cocksleeve. Her heart managed another little flutter at his look of approval. “Take a look, Silk.” He angled her chin over so Silk could peer inside too. “I’d say she did well.”

“Oh, absolutely, Master.” Silk trilled in agreement. “I, um, only hope she’s the sharing type.” She shifted a little in place, looking up at her Master expectantly.

“Go ahead. I think you’ve earned your reward, Silk.” Sir nodded with a mischievous grin. “You will be slave sisters soon, and sisters share.”

Silk gave a squee of excitement. Before Twilight knew it, Silk had pounced her, pinning her to the floor and pressing her lips into hers deeply. Twilight squirmed weakly, her hooves writhing in their bindings, her struggle ultimately futile as as Silk had her way with her body. Silk’s hot little tongue forcefully parted her lips, darting in to get at her prize. She could only moan helplessly into Silk’s mouth as her slave-sister-to-be lapped and suckled greedily at the pool of cum in her cocksleeve as a kitten might lap up a bowl of milk. Silk took her time, moaning and cooing softly as she enjoyed her fill. Only when her tongue had explored every inch of Twilight’s mouth and drained her of every drop of cum did Silk finally let their lips part, leaving a saucy little cum trail between them.

“Try not to eat her up too. I want to save some for another day.” Doc’s chuckle seemed distant. Twilight was dimly aware of his weight on the floorboards as he got off his chair. She felt a sudden sense of weightlessness as her body was wrapped in the unmistakable tingle of his magical aura. Rarity was lifted into the air alongside her, the two glued together in a tangle of limbs and fresh, sticky cum. Doc seemed to pay their general state of stickiness no mind as he lowered them both onto his back, letting his two mares ooze considerably onto his fur. If anything, he wore the goofiest of grins as he bore them over to Twilight’s bed.

“You might feel some pins and needles for a bit,” he warned as Twilight felt his magic grip and slowly loosen her forehoof bindings. “They won’t be as much of a problem when we use your Society hoof cuffs.” Just as he said, Twilight felt a rather unpleasant sensation of her very fur crawling as she felt blood return to her limbs. They didn’t last long as Doc slowly massaged the life back into her hooves. Twilight purred happily as she leaned into his gentle, loving touch. Rarity, meanwhile, had coiled around her like a furry duvet, pulling her hooves up to her lips to kiss and nuzzle the marks left behind by her bindings. Satisfied that Rarity was hogging Twilight’s hooves, Doc turned his attention to gently rubbing a vial of ointment into Rarity’s whip marks. Rarity purred softly, giggling occasionally at Doc’s ministrations.

‘Oh, this is aftercare,’ a small part of her realized rather belatedly. As Twilight allowed herself to be spoiled by her herdmates, it slowly sank in that her time as a slave-hopeful had come to an end, at least for the night. She was ever so slightly disappointed that their first session had ended all too soon. But the blissful floatynoname sensation was lingering pleasantly, making every squeezy cuddle, every nuzzle on her fur wholesome and fulfilling.

Rarity pulled away as Doc reached to take off her collar. She gave him a pleading look. A silent conversation seemed to take place as Doc finally nodded and petted her mane lovingly. Twilight tilted her head in puzzlement as the two shared a little kiss, wondering what the exchange was all about. She didn’t get to dwell on the thought for long as she was swept up into deep kisses of her own. As she melted into their cuddles and kisses, she felt them speak of joy in togetherness, of love given and reciprocated, and she felt herself reply in earnest happiness of belonging. There were no words for it, for it was a language that needed none, one sometimes spoken in spanks and cock-licking, but always understood in cuddles and kisses.