Cherry looked up at her Master, giving him a happy smile. It had been a month since she had been dragged down to the deep dungeon's breaking chambers. A month spent with the stallion who had broken her will, and rebuilt her from the ground up over the course of the following days. She knew it was all a scene they roleplayed, but the thought of her experiences then, and in the weeks following… she was happier than she had ever been in her life.

He had changed her boring dull life. He had changed it so fundamentally it had overwhelmed her at the start. They were no longer just best friends. Not much had changed between them, save that he shared her apartment now, that she submitted herself for his, and her, pleasure in the bedroom.

“Ready, my little songbird?” His baritone voice brought her back to reality, with a sheepish smile up at him. “You're going to perform one of your lovely ‘songs’ for everypony in here to hear.” She smiled at him; she knew the moment that they stepped through that portal she wasn’t a mare, she was his little birdy.

A blush crept onto her cheek as she nodded at the handsome stallion. “Yes, Master,” she cooed lightly at him, a smile gracing her features. They stepped through the portal; a disorienting sensation passed through her as she was warped through the fabric of reality to a completely different place in the world. Standing before the giant tower she couldn’t help but admire it, her home. "Y-you're not going to… parade me around in my c-cage are you?“ she asked, cheekily. She knew full well that he was going to cage her, and parade her around like that.

A look down revealed the two crossed spears over a shield with an artistic depiction of the sun, surrounded by a thick sturdy chain, closed by a heart-shaped padlock that he, no, that she had given herself the moment she fully submitted to him. She looked up, seeing his eyes narrow, giving him that cruel yet cocky look that sends shivers of excitement down her spine. “Of course, little songbird, everypony should know what a lovely pet bird I have.”

Approaching the security checkpoint, they presented the guards with their respective badges for inspection. With a smile and a polite ‘have a good evening’ they were waved into the grand entrance to the tower. She admired the opulent halls, fluttering her wings to land on her Master’s back with a tiny grin. “So Master … publicly?” she asked, letting him carry her down to the grand staircase to the upper dungeon levels. It wasn’t a long trip down the stairs and into the expansive cavern. They shared the trip to the busy plaza in companionable silence.

She smiled as the sensation of weightlessness overtook her: the embrace of his magical aura had become as soothing to her as the embrace of his hooves; as intimate as being crushed under his weight. While he had his way with her, she blushed and shook her head. She gave her bell a firm shake, the ring echoing across the plaza drawing everything to a momentary halt. Without another ring, every pony continued on their way, though a few curious souls were drawn to her, and her Master. “Now, sing.” His voice broke the silence; it was music to her ears.

The soft gentle caress of his magic through her plumage was a sensation she loved so much. It drew out the most adorable moans; forcing her to start her song. He gave each of her primary feathers a sharp tug and a twist, coaxing out that pained moan she knew he liked so much. Already able to feel herself getting wet, she spread her wings out for him to play with. She also loved showing off her meticulously groomed feathers, her tail whipping from left to right as she looked at the ponies whose attention she was drawing with a happy smile. She wanted to talk… but she knew talking wasn't something a bird did; they sung for the pleasure of their Masters.

Winter Gale chuckled softly at her. He continued to play and tease her feathers. “Louder, little song bird,” he commanded before sharply tugging on her primaries once more. “I want a large crowd here before the real fun begins.” The words made her blush, the tug to her primaries made her cry out in pleasure; she didn’t restrain her loud, wail of pleasured pain.

The building heat in her marehood was overpowering her senses. Normally she would mind being in public areas like this. She mentally giggled at how he had changed her so much, how he already knew every little place he needed to stimulate. She grinned happily, feeling the magic of her lover press down on the pressure points in her wings, goading out a loud lusty cry from her.

She let out a sharp scream of pleasure. He played her just right, making it into a symphony of twisted pleasure for the tiny mare, her juices already pooling on the ground as she writhed in his magical grip. Her tail was raised high, and the bell was resting on her back, each twist, each tug pulling out another couplet to her song of, what some outsiders would see as sick, pained pleasure.

As a large crowd was surrounding them, she couldn’t help but recognise some prominent figures in it. The prismatic-maned azure mare she recognised as Rainbow Dash, one of the famed elements of harmony, was snuggled under the wing of an agile looking stallion with a pale cornflower blue coat and a dark blue-greyish mane. He was easily recognised as Soarin’, the slightly reserved stallion she’d once met during her time with the guard. She smiled a little at him, having found two mares, even though she didn’t recognise the one to his right, a peach coloured pegasus mare with a shocking red mane.

Cherry had her eyes half-lidded by this point. She could feel the building pressure inside her as her stallion worked her up to what felt like a spectacular crescendo for her song. To her eternal annoyance, it never came. He stopped his ministrations fully; he’d brought her to the edge of climax and now let it slip away from her. She was going to scream, but then his horn flared up and he summoned her traveling cage, a smaller, more traditional-looking bird cage, with a water bottle, a feeder, and a pillow in the centre and a swing at the top of the gilded cage.

“Go on, little songbird, in your cage. And if you think about flying off, I'll clip your wings…” he said, placing her in front of the cage. She couldn’t help but shiver, even though she knew he really meant a thorough preening in bondage. Cherry blushed furiously as she looked at the cage. She walked into it with the pride of a prized bird, her head high and her wings presented, not flared out, but not clamped against her body either. She liked it in truth, showing off that she was her Master's prized songbird, and without shame she started 'pecking' at the feed. She closed her eyes for a short moment; the feed was delicious: it was nuts and seed along with dried fruits. It was a large part of the healthier diet he had started her on.

She had a cocky look about her as ponies, especially newblood pegasi, simply gawked at her and how happy she looked in her gilded cage. She looked at her stallion and cooed at him. She fell into her role quite eagerly. She could hear the newbloods whisper; it was hard to make out what they said but from the blushes on their cheeks, she could hazard a few guesses.

Her Master closed the cage, and the snapping of the lock into its place made her smile. She fluttered and even made a meek squeaking as he levitated the cage up, hanging it from a stand. She shot him a death glare, ruffling her feathers like a startled bird. She found herself five feet up in the air, at the perfect height for every pony in the assembled crowd to see her.

“Sing, little birdie,” he commanded, and quite suddenly she became aware of him pressing his magic against her clit, letting it vibrate quite violently. Cherry gasped, and cried out in pleasure, rocking herself against the magic with cute squeaks of pleasure. The pleasure was like lightning through her body. Grinding her little love button into the magic, she let out a loud, whorish moan.

The sensation of pleasure had her salivating. Even though she couldn’t catch the scent of his masculine musk, she was conditioned to associate pleasure with it. It made her hungry for him; she wanted him; she longed to worship his cock. The magic of her enchanted cage had made her smaller so she could comfortably walk around in the cage —- she could even fly in it if she so wanted… or, well, flutter up to the swing, or the wheel that she had for her exercise. "AH! Aaaaahn! Master!" she naughtily spoke. She knew she wasn’t allowed to speak without his permission. Her eyes unfocused, her arousal making a small puddle in the sand that coated the bottom of her cage. The stallion had spared no touch to make her feel like a bird… she was happy she was allowed the bathroom at least.

She felt his magic whipping across her flank. It wasn’t as harsh as his normal whippings, but it made her cry out in just the way he wanted her to. She was meant to perform the song he conducted her to perform, and whippings, pleasure and spankings where a part of that conducting. “Bad birdy!” he reprimanded, pulling the magic away from her clit, leaving her desperate. She cried out from the magical spanks to her flanks and drooling, winking foalhole.

“It appears my little song bird needs to remember her lessons,” he said with an evil smirk. She could feel his magic wrapping around her throat, filling her voicebox. She tried to protest, but instead of words a series of tweets passed her lips. Her eyes went wide. She couldn’t talk! He’d taken away her words! For a moment she panicked, and then she settled down: Master knows best. The mare blushed furiously as her Master showed off his new spell. Looking at him, she gave a small adoring smile.

Cherry cried out loudly as her flank was whipped once more by her Master's magic, her cheek resting against the cold bars of her cage. Letting an annoyed whimper pass her muzzle, she looked at the cruel stallion with pleading eyes.

He smiled back at her, allowing just a little genuine loving affection past his cruel persona. Watching him shape his magic into an all too familiar faux stallionhood made her whine lightly in need: she wanted it inside her, and she wanted it now. His teasing wasn’t too appreciated as the tip of her favourite toy rubbed at her entrance. “I want to hear those cute noises of yours,” he cooed softly.

For a moment she stared dumbly at him, her eyes half-lidded as she pressed back against the toy with a sweet series of chirps. She managed to sound pleading and desperate, even as the ponies watched her grinding her needy, wanton sex against the toy, screaming out as he slammed the toy inside her, it signalled the start of her song. She sung for the stallion in her most beautiful way, a mixture of tweets and cries of pleasure… Cherry hadn't known how to sing until she met her stallion —- he had taught her to sing for him.

The dildo was instantly hilted inside Cherry but didn't make any movements; it just stayed there inside her needy pussy. She felt his magic envelope her engorged clit once more and resume its vibrating to relentlessly tease her. She screamed and thrashed around, pressing herself against the bars; her wings flared out and presented. “That's good, my lovely little song bird, but you need to do better if you want to cum. Show everypony what a lovely voice you have, my birdie,” he crowed, whipping her across the flank harshly, coaxing out a cry of pained pleasure, leaving a painful welt on the tiny masochist mare’s flank.

She gripped the bars with her hooves to not fall over. She let out a wail of pure pleasure as her hips rocked forwards. He was letting her do all the work: she was expected to fuck herself on the faux stallionhood. She did as was expected of her: she thrust herself up and down along the cock, letting it stretch her insides to their limits, filling her with that divine fullness that she craved. Her eyes narrowed and her song became more impassioned from being penetrated. Rocking her hips back against the large flared faux stallionhood, she showed everypony in her crowd the depths of her needy depravity, showing off her beautiful singing voice as she screamed and squealed in absolute pleasure. She let out a series of little tweets in between, trying to say how good it felt.

“Good, my pretty little song bird,” he said gently, letting the magic that was teasing her clitoris pull and tug on it while still vibrating, adding a new layer of pain and pleasure to her torment, giving her the pain she was craving. She felt the dildo vibrate as he began rutting her hole with it, coaxing out more pleasure and ever louder screams. A tiny, almost invisible thread of magic made its way into her tail hole and gradually began expanding to form another replica of his cock. He produced magical lube for it and began pistoning in and out of her holes.

Cherry closed her eyes and slowly slipped into the sand of the cage, her eyes closed and her flank raised high as she shrieked in pleasure from the hard pounding each of her holes was receiving. Her eyes wandered the crowd as she shrieked out and rutted back against the two faux cocks abusing her holes so violently. Her hind legs trembled and she threatened to fall over entirely. Her pitch shifted as she gave her stallion the song he so desired. A mare captured halfway between climax and pain, she writhed upon the sand, her wings flared out at her sides as a puddle of her arousal formed on the ground below her, along with a puddle of drool at her muzzle… he was already going to need to change her cage after this.

“I've always wondered what you'd sound like degrading yourself in bird song,” he said with an amused purr to his voice, looking on in slight discomfort from the magical exertion. Cherry wasn’t a unicorn, but even to her it was clear he was pushing himself again. “Tell everypony what a naughty degenerate you are.”

She was lost in an ocean of pleasure. His magic had slammed the two toys inside her, intense vibrations shocking through her, tweaking her sensitive little pleasure button, pinching, pulling, grinding it. Her tweets were feverish. She was saying things most definitely not appropriate for a mare of her apparent age and her cheeks revealed that she was blushing even harder than she had been before. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum, and she was desperately pleading for it.

A buttery yellow pegasus blushed furiously as she looked at the tiny filly-like mare. Her words were soft as she spoke, though carried over the silent crowd. Most ponies were staring in rapt attention at the tiny mare’s song. “Oh… my… such language…” The mare hid behind her cotton candy pink mane, though was sneakily peeking through the strands. She retreated a little, trying to snuggle into the side of a large red earth pony stallion with a blond mane.

Catching a glimpse of sweat running down Gale’s forehead, Cherry wanted to put a stop to it. At least she was considering it when the two faux cocks started pistoning into her powerfully. He clearly had other ideas,: he wanted to see her cum and the brutal nature of the thrusts made that evident to her. His command was simple, straightforward: “Cum!”

She did just that — she obeyed and let go, letting herself fall over the edge into an ocean of pure sexual satisfaction. Her screaming and cries reached a crescendo, her body falling to the sand at the bottom of the cage as she cried out and writhed in pure bliss. Her juices flowed freely from her wanton winking marehood. With her eyes closed, she showed everypony how she was making a mess of her cage with her clear marecum. Eventually she just lay there, spent and panting heavily.

She remained like that for a few long moments. It always felt nice basking in the afterglow of a climax, and a performance of her special song. “The show is over, everypony,” she heard her Master announce to the crowd. The familiar click of the lock announced him opening her cage. The tingle of his magic surrounding her felt pleasant against her coat. Smiling, she let him levitate her out of the cage, and into his warm loving embrace, his wings wrapping warmly around her still panting trembling form. She blinked, when had he cast that illusion? She wasn’t quite sure; she hadn’t noticed them before now.

“How are you, my little song bird?” he asked, softly brushing the sand off her coat.

She smiled up at him and nodded gently, her lips curling into a smirk as she tweeted at him, reminding him that she couldn't talk yet. She happily leaned in to kiss him on the muzzle though; it was easily clear after a month of being with her that she was doing great.

Watching her stallion grin down at her made her shiver ever so slightly. It told her that he was planning something. She was surprised to realise that that something was pulling her into a deep loving kiss, one she eagerly returned, letting her tongue dance with his, tasting the subtle traces of honey on his breath. She moaned into the kiss, melting against him like a piece of chocolate in the scorching sun. She could feel his magic upon her throat once more.

He nibbled on her ear, whispering softly to enjoy her sweet moan. “Does little song bird want some feed?”

She nodded with a gentle smile. “You should… take it easy on the magic, Master. I can already see you getting close to a burn out.” She snuggled up closer to him, giving him a series of beautiful, melodic tweets. "Where did you even learn this spell?" she asked with an inquisitive look at her Master.

Smirking a little, she prodded at his cheek, enjoying the bright blush that was growing. “A certain, section… in the bookstore. And maybe… and maybe I had some help from Autumn Delight,” he commented sheepishly.

"Of course you'd ask her,." Cherry chuckled lightly, leaning in to peck him on the nose. "Actually… can you get her to add this version of the enchantment to the collar?" She blushed a little. "I… like the tweeting.," she mumbled softly, looking away from him. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he chuckled at her.

“Of course, sweet Songbird.” He nodded affirmation before leaning down and nipping at her neck to give her some love bites. She let out cute little moans of pleasure as she felt his love bites. Her eyes rolled back, letting herself surrender to his warm and safe embrace.

"Maaaaaaster~ Y-you're spoiling me!" she crowed.

“So? I like spoiling my prized pet. I might even make pizza tonight, get us some cider while we read a book.”

She moaned and mewled in response to him showering her neck in little love bites. "Hmm… that sounds fun, Master! What's next? An even more lavish cage? A trip to the aviary?" She giggled softly. "So you can sip tea while I play with the other birdies?"

“I think that sound like a delightful way to spend the afternoon,” he said with a small grin forming on his muzzle. “Do you want to play with the other birdies?” he asked as she buried her muzzle into his neck.

She blushed a little. There were still a few ponies watching them, but she paid them no mind. It was hard to pay anything mind as his magic ran through her wings, realigning feathers, pulling out damaged ones. It lacked the intimacy of manual preening… but it was no less relaxing to her. “Yes, Master,” she sensually moaned out her answer to his question. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed.

“Alright, but first let me hear some of those sweet tweets, little songbird.” She could hear his tone was honest, genuinely wanting to hear her. Smiling she placed her fore-hooves to his chest, starting to tweet softly into his ears. Knowing he had no idea she was telling him how gorgeous he was, or how much she loved him, she did her best to keep her tone sweet, letting her emotions reflect in the tone of her tweets.

She started to mewl and moan into his ear, one of her hooves reaching down to lightly caress her little love button. She wanted to sing her special, private song for him. To her disappointment, he captured her hoof after the second strike. Hearing his horn light up sent a shiver down her spine.

“Noooooo…” he said pointedly, pulling her hoof away from her wanton sex. “Behave like a good little birdy, or I will put you in chastity.”

Biting her bottom lip she relented with a light coo of, “yes, Master.” She stuck out her tongue playfully afterwards.

Cherry squeaked in alarm as her tongue was almost instantly captured in his magic, and pulled upwards, forcing her into an uncomfortable position. “You’re such a cheeky little bird. I think you need a proper name: something more befitting your nature,” he mused to himself, making her cry out with delight as he pulled her tongue up just a little. “Oh I know! How about ‘Cheeka’?” The silly name prompted a blush from the mare.

"T-that's the worst pun ever!" she said with a small smirk and a roll of her eyes. "I love you, Snowy."

“I'll let you get away with that one, Cheeka!” he chuckled lightly, lavishing her cheek with slow grooming licks. She couldn’t help but squirm against his licks.

Smiling, Cherry curled up into his embrace softly cooing at him, her eyes half-lidded. "I'd like to go to the aviary, Master… I want to fly for a little."

With a flash of magic, her cage and its stand were returned to the place where he had summoned them from. She smiled as he placed her on his back, her all time favourite perch. He carried her off to the pegasus aviary, excitement building inside of her at the prospect of being allowed to fly with the other birdies!

“I love you, Cherry,” he stated firmly.

She climbed on top of his head, mushing his mane in the process. Hanging upside down in front of him, she pressed her lips against his. “I love you too, Snowy.”

Author's Notes:

I hope you all enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I would like to take the moment now that everything is done. First of all I would like to thank Manifest Harmony for allowing me to write in the Clocktower Society setting. It has been a great pleasure to work with the setting, and I would also like to thank Harmony for doing the wonderful art that you have been seeing throughout the story.

If you have not read Manifest Harmony's wonderful story that started everything you can give it a looksie here: Clocktower Society – Your Safe Word is Law

If you have already read the original, and you love sweet romance that is brilliantly written with optional but wonderful clop, then I highly recommenced checking out Double Rainboom's Razzle Dazzle, Extra Sprinkles!

I would also like to extend my thank the following people. becasue without them this story wouldn't have happend or be if significant less quality.
* Master Whitechainsaw for being a big encouragement to continue pursuing my writing, his proof reading and wonderful support.
* Manifest Harmony for all the things mentioned above and being a massive inspiration to write this. Along with being wonderfully supportive.
* VitalSpark for putting up with my horirble writing and editing it for me
* ScopeEva for editing and offering advice on how to improve..
* The Villain in Glasses for editing and offering advice on how to improve.

I would of course also like to thank you lovely people for reading this story!

With that I will sign off,
Happy Hunting my little angels!