Donut Joe shifted about uncertainly like a lost puppy, looking a little uncomfortable in her hotel suite. It looked as if somepony had decided to build a temple to elegance and placed a massive jet black herd-sized cloud bed in the middle. “A-are you sure we’re in the right room?” He asked, eyeing the chaise lounge in a corner suspiciously as if it might start galloping at them.

“Hmm?” Coloratura giggled softly, luxuriating in the feeling of being carried around on her stallion’s broad, mighty back. In her excitement she had booked out the most expensive hotel suite in Canterlot, thinking she’d spare no expense. She should have been more considerate of her stallion. She had noticed how uncomfortable he had been in a tuxedo and how twitchy he had been throughout dinner at the classy Prench bistro he had decided to take her to, Chez Chantelise. The way he had done his best to be a perfect gentlecolt for her was adorable and endearing to say the least, especially when he managed to spill the wine all over her thighs and legs.

She was thankful she had secretly tipped the maitre’D to get them a private dining room. It allowed her to help glaze over his accident by slowly, sensuously licking the wine off her own thighs and hooftips, showing off her flexibility borne of years of performing. She had certainly enjoyed the look on his face as he watched hungrily, his dinner all but forgotten.

“Um, yes, it is our room, Joe,” Coloratura said, “Would you rather I get us something simpler?” She asked, leaning around his broad neck to look at him.

“Oh, no, no.” He cleared his throat. “It’s just missing something,” he said, a slow playful grin blooming on his face. She gave a loud squeak as his magic surrounded her, lifting her off his back and onto the bed. There was a soft ‘Pomf’ as she landed sprawled on her back on the heaven-like duvet, her dark navy blue dress pooling around her. Her saddlebag bounced along next to her, landing in a little heap. “There, now it feels just like home.” Donut Joe nodded approvingly at the beautiful blushing mare lying on the bed before him. He paused as he noticed something poking out of her saddlebag.

“Oh, this,” Coloratura gave him a meek smile as she pulled out a brand new black collar. “I know we’ve only talked about it, we haven’t decided when, but I was thinking tonight might be the right time?” She suggested, looking sheepishly up at him.

He eyed the collar with a solemn expression. He said nothing as he sat down on the bed next to her, placing his forehoof on her mane in that gentle comforting way she had become surprisingly accustomed to. “Are you still sure about this?” He asked. “With everything that’s happened? Would love to have you. Nothing would make me happier. But I would also be happy doing without this, all this, without Clocktower Society, if you want nothing to do with all that ever again. Wouldn’t blame you. Would support you all the way.”

“No.” Coloratura shook her head with a smile. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.” She cradled the new collar in her lap. “This is something I want, something you want. Your mom taught me not to let anypony take anything away from me ever again. So I’m not letting anypony take this away from me, not even my past. This is how I'm going to move forwards and leave it behind.” She gave him a determined smile.

“It’s brave of you. You’re a strong mare,” he said in that blunt, honest way of his. The hoof on her head curled around her withers, pulling her towards him. “It wasn’t easy for you, so I’m not gonna take it lightly either. I’ll treasure this gift, the same way I’ll always treasure you.” He placed a hoof on the collar, his hooftip brushing hers.

“I love you, Joe,” Coloratura whispered, closing her eyes as he leaned in close.

“Love you too, Rara.” Donut Joe pressed his lips against hers, allowing their softness to melt into one another. Their tongues sought one another, curling together in a slow, sensuous dance. She moaned into her kiss as she allowed him to lower her back onto the bed. He crawled over her without breaking the kiss, each tender press of his lips pushing her deep into the bed. She could feel his immense weight on the bed, how his enormous size dwarfed her petite form, how his barrel alone smothered her being, and she loved it.

He lowered himself onto his elbows, his front hooves seeking out the neckline of her dress. She moaned into his mouth as he impatiently tugged her dress off her withers, making his desire and lust for her clear. He did not, would not stop ravaging her mouth, his tongue having its way with her. He wasted no time, using his magic to tug the rest of her dress off, leaving her beautiful silken light aquamarine fur bare to the world. Only then did he relent if only to be able to gaze down at her beauty, letting her lips go, leaving a little trail of drool between their tongues.

His breath caught. She blushed as she gave him a sheepish little squee, her withers hunched demurely in an effort to clench her shyness. His gaze traced her soft, feminine curves from her fuzzy chest down to the frilly garter belt hugging her beautiful hips and bounteous flanks. He didn't stop until he reached the adorable red ribbons adorning her plump, squeezable thighs and rear hooves. At the center of it all was a cute little bow adorning something small bound in a maypole of red ribbons.

“Rara, this–?” He asked, pointing down at the bow.

“I-I wanted to make our first time easier for you,” Coloratura explained nervously. “I mean, I know it’s your first time with–with somepony like me. But if you find it troubling, I brought a changeling fire potion from the society.” She reached out for a potion bottle poking out of her saddlebags, one that contained what looked like liquified green flames. “I can transform into a real mare if you want. I–” Coloratura’s voice trailed off into a soft eep as his magical grip grasped the bottle. She gulped as she watched him uncap the bottle. Wordlessly, he levitated the bottle over to her wash basin before emptying its contents.

She gaped, looking between the bottle and him.

“Don’t need that.” Joe muttered, leaning in towards her. “You’re already the most beautiful mare in my life.” He declared, somehow magically ripping his tuxedo off his well-muscled body. He bit down on the knot on the bow. She moaned, arching her back as he pulled the ribbon loose, revealing her cute little penis, letting it flop adorably against her belly. She closed her eyes tight, waiting for him to gasp in disgust at the sight.

She gasped as she felt what could only be his lips caressing the tip of her tiny cockette. “J-Joe!” She moaned out loud. “D-don’t, i-it’s ugly!”

“It’s cute.” He said simply, kissing her tip again, seemingly enjoying her moan and writhe beneath him. “Going to make it mine,” he growled ferally, grasping the shaft of her soft, plush cock in his hoof’s iron grip, drawing a long mewl of defeat from her. He slowly began to pump the shaft, seemingly at home with the concept–at least until he felt her hoof pat him on the head.

“You don’t have to do that,” she half-giggled, half-hiccupped with happiness.

“What, this?” He asked, giving her another playful stroke, drawing another loud moan from her. “Do this at home all the time. My right hoof was designed for this.” he chuckled as he made her writhe and cry beneath him.

“I-I mean, aaahn! Oooh! I-it’s okay for you to–Mmmhhn–just treat me like you would a mare. You don’t–mmmhhm–need to do that–Kyaaaaaahn!” She cried out as his hoof found the root of her penis and gave it a slow, cruel twist.

“But this is treating you like a mare. You’re certainly sounding like one,” he teased, “Besides, I want to do this. There’s no stopping me.” She gasped as he demonstrated with a tight, merciless squeeze on the base of her soft, squishy, silky flesh. “And this.” His massive maw engulfed both her adorable little milk sacks, suckling and tugging them down as his iron hoof grip pulled her cockette in the other direction, stretching her ruthlessly upon a rack of indescribable pleasure.

If there was torture in heaven, this would probably be it. Coloratura’s passionate feminine sounds quickly filled the room. No pony, mare or stallion, had ever done this for her. As a femcolt sub, she had always done most of the servicing, something she absolutely loved. But she had never considered allowing herself to be loved and spoiled. She had not expected being intimate with a first time stallion to provide her anything new, but Donut Joe had proven her wrong within the first minute. Oh so very wrong. So very, very, veeerrryyyy wrong!

“Joe! Aaaahn! J-Joe! Mmmmhhhhaaaah! JOE!” She wailed helplessly. He laughed around her cream orbs as he pinned her writhing rear hooves down to the bed with his elbows and his weight. He pressed down on her smooth pony, round belly with his free hoof, pinning her trembling body down possessively, making it clear this was his first step in his conquest of her body. And she was helpless to resist. She could only accept her fate as he gave her plush penis one last steel-vice squeeze, drawing it from base to tip. She moaned and panted, her face a teary sweaty mess, gazing at him as he licked the moist precum from his hooves.

“Hmm, delicious. One day I will make a donut, and I’ll have you make all the glaze for it. Every. Single. Drop.” He punctuated his words with another lick, drawing a helpless catatonic moan from her. “Then I will make you eat it. Slowly. Force you to taste every drop of yourself.” He whispered, causing her to shudder in fear and excitement. It was as if a switch had clicked in her normally stoic stallion, as if some feral sadistic beast had been unleashed upon her. And she absolutely adored this new side of him. “Are you ready to cum for me?”

“Y-yes!” She squeaked.

“Just this once, I won’t make you beg.” He grinned as he leaned in once more. She tensed up, clutching the bedsheets in agonizing pleasure as she felt his maw scoop up her cream eggs before engulfing the entirety of his cockette in his muzzle alone, from root to tip. His eyes glinted maliciously at her as she realized the entirety of her milk sacks and penis were contained in his maw. His front hooves held her thighs wide open, pinning her helplessly to the bed. She lay back in surrender, waiting for the inevitable.

“AAAAAAHHHHN!” She cried out as he slowly, torturously bit down on the very root of her cream orbs and shaft, sinking his teeth in enough to indent her silky skin. “MmmmmmMMMH!” She bit her lip as his tongue coiled about her shaft, his surprisingly powerful muscle squeezing her almost as tightly as his hoof grip. Then with an arduous patience he drew back, dragging his teeth and tongue over her soft, tender flesh. “NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNHH!” She shrieked, arching her back off the bed, her hips trembling and bouncing uncontrollably against his steel grip. Ripples of her rich, thick milk spurted into his waiting maw. But he did not stop, even as he tasted the fruit of her passion. No, he continued on relentlessly, drawing his teeth and lips across her oversensitized skin, tugging and stretching every inch as if intent on milking her dry of her cream. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!” His teeth clenched on her cream sacks as it scraped over their equators, squeezing them for all they were worth, emptying them fully into her rippling cock. He drew out her masculine ejaculation into a feminine stream of cum, giving her the longest orgasm she had ever had. He did not stop, drawing out her torture longer and longer and longer upon his rack of pure bliss, until she finally flopped limply on the bed, her every essence sucked dry. Only then did he release her tip, sucking off every last bead of cum before swirling it thoughtfully in his mouth.

From the expression on his face, she could tell he didn’t like it. Not one bit.

She giggled tiredly, raising her front hooves up to him invitingly. “Make me drink it.” She opened her panting maw for him. He smiled around his mouthful, leaning down and opening his muzzle, releasing her fresh, hot milk onto her waiting tongue. She felt his large, stallionly rod stiffen and smack against her belly at the sight of her drinking her own cum out of his mouth. As she sucked up the last dribble of cream, she leaned up to press her lips against his, reaching out with her tongue to clean out his muzzle. She took her time, lovingly cleaning every inch, worshipping the first mouth she had ever been allowed to cum into.

She moaned softly as they finally parted. “That was–that was the first time anypony’s ever done that for me,” Coloratura panted.

“My first time too,” He smiled, caressing her cheeks. “How was it?”

“You were amazing,” she breathed, earnestly, “I loved it when you made me drink it.”

“Heheheh, good, because I think it’s an acquired taste,” he chuckled, sheepishly.

“You can always make me drink it,” She murmured, shyly, “I’d love that.” She frowned as a thought occured to her. “That was far too good to be your first time on a cock though,” she said, suspiciously.

“Heh,” he chuckled, “Might have gone and borrowed a few Clocktower training manuals, maybe practiced on a banana or two. Prefer you to the banana. Bananas don’t squeal as loud.”

She burst out giggling at that. “Oh, Joe, I love you so much!” She squeaked, reaching out to hug him tightly.

“Same,” he grinned, giving her a peck on the lips.

“Now, let me drink your–” Coloratura was about to straighten up when she felt his mighty hooves push her back down to the bed. “Joe?”

“Shush, tonight’s all about you, Rara,” he said, “Will feed you daily after I collar you and make you my cute little cum-hungry slave. But tonight you’re meant to enjoy your last buck as a free mare.” His words sent shivers up and down her body.

“Y-yes,” she moaned desirously. “Please, give me something to remember fondly when I’m your slave.” She half-moaned, half-giggled through her half-assed roleplay.

She caught him staring down at her plot, his expression that of a cavepony experiencing steam locomotives for the first time. He looked as if he was hoping the instructions were written on her butt somewhere.

“Know what I’m doing.” He quickly said, “Read the manuals, saw the diagrams.” His deadpan delivery sent her into another burst of tickled giggles.

“Is this your first as well?” She asked, unable to hide her glee.

“No,” he blushed adorably, “Practiced on a mellon as the manual suggested,” he added in a teeny mutter. She burst into uncontrollable gales of laughter. “Hay, do you even know how difficult it is to find a mellon my size?” He demanded, doubling her shrieks of laughter.

She finally came down from her streak of laughter to find him leaning over her, gazing fondly at her tears of mirth. “Y-you made me laugh on purpose!” She giggled accusingly.

“A crime most heinous. Guilty as charged.” He nodded. “Would have pretended not knowing what lube is next, but decided there might be a crazy masochist in there somewhere who’d take advantage of that.” He tickled her, drawing even more laughter.

“N-no, no, don’t worry, I brought some.” She giggled, pulling out a large bottle of CTRL brand anal lube out of her saddlebags.

“You were really carrying that around Canterlot?” He blinked as she uncapped the bottle.

“Yes?” She said, tilting her head to one side, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Forget I asked,” Donut Joe chuckled. “What are you doing?” He frowned, watching as she poured the bottle’s contents into her own mouth. “Think you missed your tailhole there. It's down here.” He pointed for her, helpfully.

“Mmmph.” Coloratura gestured for him to sit back on his haunches. Thankfully her stallion didn’t protest much, allowing her to press her lube-filled lips against his cock tip. She slowly began to gain an appreciation for her stallion’s cock as she slowly allowed his broad flare to spread her lips apart, letting the lube within trickle over his head. It was massive, its shaft the length of her hoof, its flare as wide, its root twice as wide. It was big enough for her to comfortably hug as she allowed his flare to penetrate her mouth, drawing more and more of the thin slippery lube all over his shaft. She drew his flare into her mouth, letting it slide in with a pop, using her tongue to work the lube all over his skin lovingly.

He groaned, acknowledging her skill. She felt his hoof grasp her mane, petting her appreciatively as she worshipped his rod. She moaned happily around his shaft at his loving touch as she slowly worked her way lower. She released the tip reluctantly, using her lips and tongue to lather the rest of his shaft, pausing to drink more lube twice as she sought to cover and moisten his entire mast.

“Don’t think we’re going that far,” he groaned, watching her lick and kiss the base of his stallionhood.

“I’m taking all of you inside me tonight,” she said determinedly.

“Oh really?” He grinned, suddenly pouncing her. She gave a loud squeak as he pinned her down on her back once more. She giggled loudly, struggling and writhing against him but to no avail. He was simply far stronger than her. “No marehood has yet to tame me.” He gave her another one of his delicious feral growls, making her shiver beneath him.

“I am no mere mare,” she whispered. “Mmmhhhn!” She gasped as she felt his broad head meet her puckered tailhole.

“No, you’re not,” he whispered in her ear, “You are my mare. You’ll take all of my cock.”

“Y-yes, make me yours, please,” she pleaded, “Make me yours as hard and rough as you can!” She gave a teeny gasp as she felt him begin to slowly, tenderly work his flare against her sphincter, gently loosening it and teasing it apart. “Um.”

“What?” He grunted.

“You can skip that if you want.” She coughed, dryly.

“Uh, don’t I have to loosen you up before I go in?” He asked, pausing. "That's what the manual said."

“When I said you can be as hard and rough as you like with me—” She licked her lips hungrily, “—I mean it.”

“Oh, okay.” He nodded, his expression a look of rapt enlightenment. “You’re mine!” He picked up where he left off.

She felt the prickly warmth of his magic grab her firmly by her thighs. She gasped as she felt herself spread open wider than she had ever been in her life. “W-wait, I—KyaaaaAAAAHN!” Coloratura cried as she felt him put his entire weight behind his monstrous impaler. Her tailhole gave away instantly, stretching around his flare as he proceeded to ruin her puckered star. “AAAAHH—mmmpphh!” Her screams were silenced by his lips as he ravaged her on both ends. “Mppph! MMMPH!” She cried into his mouth in sheer ecstasy as his massive girth sank deeper and deeper into her in one firm, deliberate thrust. She felt her tailhole, nay, her entire belly swell to try and accommodate the monster invading her. She writhed and struggled but the best her rear legs could achieve was twitch against his steel grip. The rest of her body was smothered by his mass. She had never felt so covered, so protected, in her entire life.

“Mpph—mphh.” She panted into his mouth as she felt him finally hilt in her, his heavy swollen balls smacking against the dock of her tail. She wasn’t able to move, every inch of her body gripped by his being. She loved it. And she knew she was going to love what followed. He made her wait for it, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being inside his mare, revelling in every twitch and spasm of her tailhole muscles against his meat.

And then he began to move. She cried into him as she felt his enormous girth tug on her tight tailhole, stretching it as he pulled out. She moaned as her muscles clenched down hard on him, as if unwilling to let him go. But withdraw he did, until only the tip remained inside her. She was just beginning to feel her stretched muscles clench on emptiness when he suddenly surged back inside her in a hammer-like thrust. She screeched as she was piledrived deep into the bed. His mass grinded her over-sensitive cockette and milk sacks into her belly mercilessly. She was just deliriously trying to process what happened when he rammed her again. And again. She could only whimper as his next slam milked her precum forcefully, splattering it all over her belly, chest and face. The next slam painted her face with more forcibly pumped precum. It was as if he was trying to empty the contents of her cream bags all over her. She couldn’t wait.

He rocked her body mercilessly. She could only bounce to her rhythm like a ragdoll, a fuckdoll. Deep down she knew that was what was happening. She was being moulded into a cocksock for his cock, transformed into his personal fucktoy, made into his slave mare. And she welcomed it. With every breath, moan and scream she wished for it. With every spurt of her own cum on her face she desired it. “AAAAAAHN!” She cried as she climaxed once more, what little cream she had left being squeezed out forcefully into her screaming mouth. She lapped up every drop. He continued to rut her straight through her orgasm, working her clenching and spasming ass like a Nightmare-possessed demon.

“RARAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” He finally roared in triumph, his muscles tensing as he gripped her against his rocking iron pelvis, using her as a cum dump for his seed. He continued on bucking, using her spasming tailhole to squeeze out every last drop of his cum.

“Ahnnnn—” She whimpered the sound of her surrender as she took in his gift, allowing him to mark her as his. She panted softly, her teary eyes just about making out her collar floating up in his magic. She felt his powerful front hoof curl around the back of her neck, gripping her still in a possessive gesture. She smiled up at him, her own front hooves tremulously reaching up to pull her mane out of the way, baring her neck for him. “P-please.” She whispered, weakly, pleadingly.

“Mine.” He growled victoriously, looping the strap of her collar around her neck. She gasped as she felt it tighten snugly against her fur. Tears of joy filled her eyes as he clasped the band shut. He sealed it with a kiss, pressing his lips deeply against hers as the click of the padlock resounded with a profound finality. “All mine.” She was now well and truly his.

He held her gently as he slowly withdrew his flacid member out of her. She whimpered, shivering at the sudden coldness below. But he was quick to wipe her clean with the hotel’s smooth facial tissues, making sure not to stress her oversensitive skin. He held her tight as he threw off the ruined duvet, allowing them to sink into the pristine clean sheets beneath. His cuddle-grip was firm but gentle, making her feel safe, warm and loved. As he drew the blankets over them, tucking her in gently against his chest, she knew she was finally where she truly belonged. With him.

Author's Notes:

Special thanks to Manifest for writing the collaring scene. There was no way I could've done such a sweet scene justice.

Thank you very much for reading, everyone. That is indeed the end of the main part of the story. It is quite possible to end there if you so wish. If you enjoyed your read and would like tip me, please leave a like and favourite! I'd really appreciate it.

What follows in the next chapter is the Epilogue where we will shift into something somewhat different, something I had a lot of fun writing with Manifest Harmony. Feel free to see more of the happy ending if you so wish. Just be sure to read the author's notes prefacing the epilogue.