“Well, this isn’t what I expected,” said Hunter as he sat at a small table inside a tea room. Specifically, the Clocktower Society’s tea room. The interior was everything a pony would usually see at a café — a round table that would hold three to six ponies, with various creams and sugars arranged in the middle. Except instead of the special of the day, the little stand at the center of the table displayed announcements for members. His particular one read ‘Predators Night: Your prey awaits you in The City!’

Otherwise the other tables seemed normal enough. Ponies sat while drinking tea or coffee, eating sugary snacks, and talking amongst themselves. Hunter was unable to hear what they were talking about however, nor was he skilled in lip reading.

What made this a little different from other cafés were the seating areas, set in floating white gazebos. Below them was a field of flowers of every color a pony could imagine. There were normal flowers like daisies and tulips which gave off a pleasant scent. Then there were the more exotic types like Snowdrop Kisses — A pure white flower with little icicles hanging off of its petals that would shed snowflakes when the wind blew. It was hard to believe that all of this was in a secret underground society.

“Well, what were you expecting?” asked Lightning with a coy smile. Before entering the tea room, Lightning Wing had excused herself for a moment to get changed into something more…’appropriate’. She had returned dressed in a frilly blue Prench maid’s uniform, her neck adorned with a white-frilled red collar and matching hoof straps. There was also a bell attached to the end of her tail that drew Hunter’s eye before she sat down.

True to her word, as soon as Hunter had finished signing the contract back in Hollow Shades, Lightning Wing had told him everything he wanted know, starting with what the Clocktower Society was. According to her, it was a place where ponies (as well as many other races) could freely engage in kinky domination and submission. A place where ponies like him could live out their fantasies without judgement. You want to be treated like a pet to be kept in a cage until you’re played with or milked like a cow? No problem! You want to have your own harem of mares calling you master while begging to suck your cock? Go right ahead! You want to be rutted and whipped at the same time in public by random strangers? Anything was possible at the Society.

Hunter felt a mix of emotions at this. Shock - that they had somehow discovered his secret desires. Surprise - that something like this existed in Equestria. Fear - that this might be some sort of trap by the church or, worse, some other organization that planned to sell him in the one of those Griffonstone black markets. Or perhaps there was something else going on. Perhaps this was one of Discord’s ploys to seed chaos by brainwashing ponies, or some other force bent on destroying Equestria from within. But there was also hope that it was all true and that they wanted him to join.

It was Lightning Wing herself that helped Hunter believe that this might be true. It wasn’t so much what she was saying, but how she said it, her voice full of fiery passion. Her eyes remained focused on him with absolute certainty, never shifting around or betraying nervousness. When she spoke of the Society there was clear devotion in her eyes, her voice. There was this sense of longing as if she wanted to return as soon as she could. Every once in awhile, a hoof would wander towards her neck as she spoke of some of the activities members were allowed to enjoy. It became clear to Hunter that Lightning was not making this up, that she believed in what she was saying.

Hunter listened on as she explained the core philosophy of their Society. “Think of it like a haunted house attraction,” she explained, “Ponies visit it for the illusion of fear. They want to be scared, even if it’s just for a moment. They allow themselves to enter and feel that fear before leaving with no real harm done to them. That is similar to how Clocktower works: ponies who enter a Clocktower facility do so because they want to. They wish to live out their fantasies, show their devotion, and then go home as they were when they arrived. And, just like in a haunted house, if things are are getting a little too much they can end it.”

Hunter was taking in her explanation when she offered him a tour of the Clocktower. They could either leave tonight or they could visit another day of his choosing. While the stallion still had some concerns, his curiosity was far too powerful a force to be denied.

After all, nothing ventured nothing gained. He had already come a long way, spirited away through a portal hidden in his hometown to an ancient clocktower in the middle of nowhere, through all the guards and security, to make it this far. He might as well go the full nine yards.

“I don’t know,” said Hunter as he took a sip of his strawberry kiwi smoothie. “When you told me about this place, I imagined everything would have some sort of fetish theme to it. Like this tea room. Coming in here I expected mares and stallions to be used as the tables or something like that.”

“Oh we have that,” Lightning giggled, “But that’s down in the dungeons for members only. We don’t like to throw new members into the metaphorical ocean on their first visit. Doing that would scare many potential members away within the first ten minutes of their visit.”

“I guess that makes sense,” he said before giving her outfit another look. “So…what happens now? Do I have to wear one of those outfits and a collar or what?”

“Only if that’s your thing,” said Lightning as she winked at him. “I wear this because I am part of the Clocktower Maid Service, a group that keeps this place going. And this collar marks me as a submissive, a slave basically, while I’m here. Both of these are my choice. If you see yourself like that then you can also wear these when you become a member.”

Hunter nodded at that before thinking. He didn’t feel like he was submissive, nor had any of his fantasies ever put him in such a position. He always dominated over another and it aroused him greatly.

“As for what happens now,” continued Lightning, “That depends on you. After you are finished touring the areas that you are allowed to, we ask that you wait a minimum of five days to consider if you want to join or not. If you want to become a member there will be a few more steps you’ll have to go through. We’ll need to run a more detailed background check on you as well as a complete medical examination to make sure you are safe to join. Then we need to make sure you’re a productive member of society, you know, holding down some kind of job or looking after a family or something. Once all that is done you will need to attend a few classes so that you know the ins and outs of Clocktower, all the safewords and health and safety jazz. After that you will either be fitted for your collar, your own mask or both. Only when all of that is complete will you be able to join in on the fun!”

As Hunter finished off his smoothie, he had to admit to himself that he was impressed by how thorough the Society was. It put his mind to ease to know that whoever he met down there would not be some crazy psychopath or carrying a dozen STDs. It was also good to know that there would be classes that would fill him in on all the important details. The last thing he wanted was to hurt somepony with his inexperience.

“Alright,” said Hunter. “What else is there to see?”

“Well,” began Lightning, “Since you are only a visitor you can only look what is available on this floor, so that kind of limits you. We have a couple of stores like the gift shop and toy shop, but if you really want to know what it’s like to be a member here you should check out either the movie theater or the viewing galleries. I’m positive anything playing at the theatres will give you an idea of we’ve got to offer. The viewing galleries, on the other hoof, are an unscripted view of everything that goes on around here.”

Hunter sat there for a moment weighing his options. The stores were not really anything he wanted to see right now. He had taken a peek at the gift shop on his way into the tea room and it looked like it sold novelty crap like the sort one could find at any amusement park. He had an idea what the toy shop was like but really didn’t have any need for them at this moment. The movie theater sounded good, but Hunter wanted to see what he could do here with his own eyes. Not some scripted or educational thing.

“I’d like to see the galleries,” Hunter finally decided as he stood up.

“Oh, a very good choice,” replied Lightning with a knowing smile as she joined him. “I’ll be sure to give you the full tour. Oh there is so much to see like the Slave Pens, the Communal Cum Baths, the Tentacle Pit, and-”

“Lightning Wing!” shouted a voice through a speaker system just as the two of them were taking to the air. The voice sounded like it had gone through some sort of magical filter, making it hard to tell if it was a male or female voice. But while it could hide the gender, it could not hide its owner’s obvious frustration. “Report to the head office this instant! This concerns your daughter. Again!”

“Oh Dusty, what have you done this time?” murmured Lightning as they glided out of the tea room with their gazebo floating towards the back of the garden, most likely to be cleaned by the staff. Soon the pair landed just outside the door in the vast marble hallway. Once all eight hooves touched the ground, Lightning Wing turned to look at Hunter with an apologetic look on her face. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to deal with this. I’ll see if I can’t find you somepony else to escort you around. Until then, would you mind waiting in the viewing gallery?”

“Sure,” replied Hunter with a shrug. “Just show me where to go.”

Using a wing, Lightning pointed down the grand hallway they were in towards a corridor. “Down there you’ll find a gilded double door,” said Lightning quickly, “Please remain in there and do not go looking around by yourself. Especially the lower floors!” Hunter nodded and soon the pair parted ways.

As soon as Hunter entered the area marked ‘Viewing Gallery’ he noticed two things — The first most striking thing was a musky scent in the air, the unmistakable odour of an aroused mare. The second was a sign that helpfully informed him of the rules of this area. Thankfully they were few, basically saying that everypony was allowed to observe and indulge themselves as long as they did nothing too ‘extreme’. Doms were allowed to use their subs and subs were allowed to pleasure their doms. Simple and straightforward.

Looking around, Star Hunter saw a dimly-lit corridor that was lined by tall glass walls. Rows of viewer platforms were mounted in front of the glass so that whoever was up here could get a better view of the action below. There were also more signs on the side of each section of glass that would help the viewer make sense of what they were looking at.

Hunter also noticed that he wasn’t alone. Ahead of him, looking out of the first window, was a unicorn mare wearing a dark sweater and glasses. Her mane was a soft shade of amaranth with purple and violet stripes that went well with her light yellowish coat. Hunter could not see her eyes. They were focused on what was below her. She was clearly aroused by what she saw for she had a hoof rubbing against her petals, releasing the scent he had detected upon entering.

The irresistible sight urged his cock to unsheathe slightly. He licked his lips. Not only was he getting to see a mare doing her best to get off right in front of him, but she also had that nerdy/bookworm appearance that he found attractive.

But who was she? There were a few possibilities that Hunter could think of; She was either a visitor like him, or she was a dom or sub who came up here to watch the ongoings below and get herself off in private. Based on what he knew, it was unlikely that she was a sub, seeing as she didn’t appear to have a collar on. But then again, he still didn’t know all the rules so he could be wrong.

Without saying a word, Hunter moved towards the window the mare was transfixed with. Once he was close enough he began to hear noises. Sounds of ponies moaning, wet slapping, and screams of pleasure filled his ears. It had to be some sort of enchantment on the glass that only activated once a pony was close enough. The noise alone was enough for his cock to become fully unsheathed and hard, pressing at his belly as he looked down.

Below him was a sight he’d never forget. What he saw was a large room that looked like it was made out of a cave, chiseled over time to become what it was today. Along its walls were cages both large and small containing mares. Focusing on the caged mares, the images magnifying thanks to the windows magic, Hunter saw that they all had collars of red or white with matching hoof straps. Looking even closer, he managed to make out that some of the mares had clover clamps attached to their teats and clit. Several of these mares had their hoof straps tied to the ceiling of their small and narrow cages, forcing them to stand on their hind legs while trusting their lower region forwards. Others had their hoof straps secured to the floor, the rear legs spread obscenely with leg spreaders while their tails were moved to the side making sure that their winking slits were both visible and accessible to any who desired them.

One cage that caught Hunter’s attention held not a mare, but a female griffon! Like the mares, she too was wearing a collar and a white one at that. She gripped the top of her cage with her claws while pressing her body against the bars. The stallion could see her pressing her slit against the cold steel, her juices flowing wildly.

As Hunter pulled his eyes away from the griffon, he started to take in the rest of the room. There were also mares being held up by either their forelegs or hindlegs by chains attached to wooden beams above them. Near them were booths that had various mares tied up by ropes in positions that exposed their holes for anyone who wished to give them a try. Finally he saw mares lying on pillows, willingly presenting themselves as they cooed out.

Outside the cages were ponies, stallions and mares, all wearing masks. Hunter had a strong impression that they were doms, masters and mistresses. They strolled around, examining the mares the way one might examine a puppy they might wish to purchase. Some seemed to chat up the slaves while holding out a hoof which the mare licked with passion, pausing only to answer questions that her potential master asked. Others took the slaves out of their cages after affixing a leash to their collar by slipping it through the ring on their collar, and then having the mare attach the three ends to her clover clamps. Once out in the open they would begin to inspect the collared mares as if they were livestock. They forced open the sub’s mouths to check their teeth and throats before inspecting the softness of their fur and the scent of their mare juices.

Others were not so kind as Hunter quickly found out. He watched as an earth pony, a mare given her appearance, opened up a cage to pull out a unicorn mare. The bound mare barely had time to gather what was happening before the masked earth pony mare dropped her pussy onto the unicorn’s horn. As the masked mare began to ride the horn as if it were a cock, she reached forwards to play with the slave’s pussy. A few cages over a pegasus stallion stopped in front of one of the larger cages and pulled out two mares. Once outside he grabbed one of them by the head before shoving his cock into her throat while the other watched. After a few minutes he pulled out, much to the slave’s disappointment, before doing the same to the second mare. Eventually this master seemed to come to a decision, throwing the second mare back into her cage and tying a leash onto the first.

Hunter turned to find two masked stallions double teaming one mare hanging by her forelegs from a wooden beam. They had circled the mare like sharks circling their potential prey as the mare watched with both fear and longing. Every once in a while one of them would reach out, startling her slightly as they smacked her peach colored coat. Soon they grew tired of this game and, as if of one mind, moved towards her defenseless holes. As he watched them thrust their members into her holes in a single motion and making the mare scream loudly, Hunter felt his member harden to its maximum while his wings extended upwards in a quick, sudden motion.

“AHH!” shouted the mare next to him, the motion of his wings finally alerting her to his presence. Startled, the mare fliched away from him suddenly. She almost fell on her back in fright, her mare-juice-covered hoof clutching her heart. Her eyes scanned him, widening slightly when she noticed his cock pressed against his stomach. For a moment the mare looked like she was trying to decide if she should flee or not. She then gulped before nervously saying, “Uh, hi?”

“Hello,” replied Hunter as his cock twitched slightly. The fearful yet aroused tone of her voice was almost enough to push him over the edge. He could feel a bit of his own pre-cum leak against his stomach. “Sorry about scaring you.”

“T-That’s fine,” she replied as her eyes trailed down to quickly glance at his member, a blush appearing on her face as she did so. “I shouldn’t have been doing this here anyways. Oh Celestia, I can’t believe I was clopping in public like that. But when I saw what was going on…there was nopony else around and I figured…”

For a moment, nopony said anything. Both mare and stallion stared at their hooves for a moment trying their best to figure out what to say in this awkward situation.

“Sooo,” began Hunter as he looked up, causing the mare to look up as well. “Are you a member here or…?”

“No,” replied the mare. “I’m just a visitor. You?”

“Same,” replied Hunter with his best calming smile. “Oh, my name is Star Hunter by the way.”

“Wait,” said the mare in surprise as she blinked at him. “Star Hunter? As in Star Hunter, writer of Rose Street, Bloody Street?”

Hunter hesitated for a moment. He could easily tell her no, that he just happened to have the same name. After all the years of keeping his fetishes secret, why should he admit who he really was to a complete stranger, at a place like this no less. Yet, considering the type of place this was as well as how hard they worked to keep the secret, he didn’t think that she’s go around telling ponies.

“I am,” said Hunter, his cheeks burning up a tad. “I take it you like my books?”

The mare looked slightly uneasy now, rubbing the back of her head with her hoof. “Well…I’ve only read one and it was ok,” she said slowly. “I mean, the story was really good and had me at the edge of my seat, but the killer needed some work. For somepony to come up with such a complex way of covering up his crime, she seemed rather…flat.”

Hunter’s ears flattened against his head as he sighed. “Yeah, the critics have said the same thing,” he said with a sigh. “Among other things.”

“Maybe you need to look up some criminal psychology books,” said the mare kindly with a half-smile. “I know several that might help out if you are interested.”

“Well,” began Hunter, “I guess it couldn’t hurt. Thanks, er…”

“Moondancer,” she supplied with a shy smile.

From there, the two exchanged stories on how they came to be visitors here at Clocktower while looking down at the slaves below. As it turns out, Moondancer had been in the library when she found a misshelved book in the pottery section of the Canterlot library. Having never heard of its author, Love Song, she became curious to see what it contained. As it turned out, the book was full of very raunchy stories containing BDSM. At first, Moondancer just closed the book, returned it to its proper shelf, and went on with her studies. She admitted to Hunter that she had had sex before, but it had been more about curiosity and didn’t feel as great as some had let on. So a book about sex, even something as extreme as that, wouldn’t matter to her. That would have been the end of it, had she not begun to have very vivid dreams pertaining to what she had read. While she didn’t go into much detail on these dreams, she was willing to admit that several times she had awoken to sheets stained with her mare cum. In the end, she returned to the library only to find out that somepony else had checked the book out. Not wanting to wait, she searched several bookstores until she found the book she wanted and more.

For several weeks she read these books within the privacy and safety of her own home. As she continued to read them she felt like she was becoming enthralled with the ideas presented in these stories, wishing she could try them out. Wanting to know more, she began to search the bookstores for similar books when she was spotted by her friends. Rather than be disgusted by her tastes, they instead revealed that they enjoyed the same thing and that they belonged to the Clocktower Society. Over the course of the next few days, Moondancer met up with her friends for private-and-totally-not-awkward lunches at their homes to tell Moondancer about some of the things they had experienced at the Society while also answering her many questions. They eventually got her a visitor’s pass for a tour which she agreed to on the spot.

When they had arrived at Clocktower, they brought Moondancer straight to the viewing gallery. That was when Lemon Hearts got the sudden idea to introduce Moondancer to some of the ponies they had met during their time there. The rest of the group agreed, leaving Moondancer all by herself. Until now.

After a while the two decided to check out the next window. Like with the first window, once they got close enough they could hear what was happening on the other side. Unlike the previous room, there was no moaning nor any other sexual sounds. Instead there was the murmur of stallions and mares that was soon silenced by a banging noise.

Star Hunter looked upon a large, circular room with a black marble floor. The masked stallions and mares who were there were seated on piles of cushions as if they were royalty. All of them were looking at the center of the room which had a roped off circular area which was void of anything. A few of the doms had their collared property with them, curled up in front of them as if they were animals or pleasuring their masters privates. Floating above them were round platforms that looked like they were made of the same black marble as the floor. On most of them was a collared mare or two. Each one was bound to some sort of frame or chained to the ground. All of them wore black collars and looked eager for something.

“This is the Auction House,” said Moondancer as she read from the sign next to the window. “It says here that doms who wish to rent out their subs will bring them here. Fellow doms will then bid on them for short term contract. Oh, look!”

As Moondancer pointed at the window, one of the round platforms began to lower itself to the ground until it rested in the roped off area. On this platform were two earth pony mares, both chained to the ground by their hoof straps while also being chained to each other by their black collars. The mares looked like they were twins, one pink with a blue mane and the other having a blue coat with a pink mane. It was clear that they didn’t mind the closeness for they were locked in a passionate make out session. Every once in a while they would pull back slightly so that those in the crowd could make out their tongues as they danced with each other in the open air.

“Now presenting slave numbers LS-0037 and AL-4207,” came a stallion’s voice, booming in all directions. “This pair of well-trained slaves came together. Their mistress has decided to reward them for their good behavior by granting them their greatest wish: impregnation at the same time! The winner of this auction will receive them for a period of two weeks. During that time you may do with them whatever you like as long as you follow two simple rules. Number one: their asses are off limits. Number two: ensure that both of them are carrying your foal before they are returned to their mistress by whatever means you deem necessary. Because of this, their mistress wishes this to be a stallion-only bid. Now, before we begin the bidding do either of these slaves have anything they wish to add?”

It looked like neither slave paid much attention to the proceedings. Both had their eyes closed as they continued to taste the other’s mouth. Looking more closely, Hunter could see that their lower jaws looked like they were covered in drool making it apparent that they had been going on like this for some time. Then, with obvious reluctance, the two pulled apart with a strand of saliva connecting their two lips.

“My sister and I share everything,” said the blue coated mare. “We have never done anything apart. We had our first kiss together, our first orgasm together, and our mistress made us hers together. Now this slave begs to let us share the experience of giving birth together!”

“Our foalholes are yours to use as much as you want,” said the pink one. “We shall use all of our skills to please you.” With nothing left to say, the twins went back to making out with each other.

“Very well then,” said the booming stallion’s voice. “We shall start the bidding at sixteen tallies. Do we have any takers?”

From there, Hunter began to lose interest as his cock began to sheath itself. To him this was simply boring. Compared to the Pens, this was just a lazy way to get a submissive. They weren’t asking to inspect the mares to see if they liked them. They weren’t going from cage to cage, searching for the right mare. They were just sitting there, waiting and hoping that a mare they might like will show up! Even their hoof gestures to announce an increased bid had as little effort in it as possible.

Eventually both mares were sold for thirty tallies to what looked like an earth pony couple dressed as hippies with masks. Another masked stallion leashed up the two slave mares before handing them over to the couple. Once clear of the platform, it rose into the air and soon another one took its place in the center. This time the mare on it was chained to an X-frame.

“Now presenting slave number NTGR-1157,” said the booming voice. “According to her master, he originally got this slave as a pet. However, recently she has been wanting more intense training than what he is comfortable with. The winner of this bid will take ownership of this slave for a period of one month. Furthermore-”

Hunter sighed as he moved away, the sounds from the window vanishing. He had seen enough to know that going to a place like that wouldn’t interest somepony like him. Behind him, Moondancer followed his lead. Hunter noticed that she too seemed to disapprove of this.

From there, the two continued on, going from window to window to witness as much as they could. With each window came a new fetish that brought back Hunter’s arousal. For several minutes they watched as mares swam in a pool of cum which was provided by the stallions above them. A few windows down they watched as mares were milked from strange looking devices. Pet town was another part of the Society that they looked at for a bit, with mares left in boxes whimpering as potential owners walked past them without a second glance. Then came a room called The Playpen that looked like a very foal-friendly playroom with things like a swing set and the like. The two watched as a collared mare drank a potion that began to regress her physical age until she was a blank flank once more, before she and her master entered to join the others.

One of the windows that they stared out of the longest was called the Tentacle Pit. It was just like the name suggested. Looking down at the bottom, both Hunter and Moondancer could see that it held the smallest tentacles which were no longer than a worm and as thin as grass. The slaves down there either sat on their haunches to allow these feelers to probe their holes or they would lie on their backs as they caressed every part of them. The higher a pony got, the bigger the tentacles seemed to get. Now coming out of the walls, these tentacles were as thick as a stallion’s member. They wrapped around their captives limbs, spreading them and suspending them in midair before cramming as many of them into their openings as they could. While most of them looked like ordinary tentacles that were created to fuck mare meat, there were some oddities. Some had needle like points at their ends, stabbing the slaves in their folds and clits before the mare’s eyes rolled to the back of their head while screaming in pleasure. Others had ends that reminded Hunter of vines which bore fruit with blobs near their ends. These vines would enter a mare’s snatch before the orbs on them would begin to expand. Finally, above them all were monstrous tentacles as big as Princess Luna herself. These mammoths would move downwards towards the mares who were coated in their sweat, juices, and the tentacle cum. As it got closer, the end of it would open up and allow several smaller tentacles inside it to take the exhausted mare before lifting it up. It would then insert the mare it had just grabbed into its own opening before closing, the only sound from its victim being her cries of fear mixed with pleasure.

As the two looked out the next window, Hunter felt Moondancer’s body press against his a bit. The new area they were looking at looked very much like a dinner/strip club. Collared slaves dressed in socks and panties spun around poles as the masked masters watched, stroking their cocks as they did. One table of masters looked like they were playing some sort of game where they tried to shoot their cum ropes at the dancers, cheering whenever they hit her on the face or on the flank. Other masked stallions were ‘treating’ themselves to the mares in a different way in the dinner section. Along a long bar counter, the slaves were strapped into devices that kept them upside down with their legs spread. On each of them, Hunter could see that they had the menu written on their legs. A few of them had food positioned on top of their pussies, teats, and along their legs for their masters to feast upon.

“You ok?” whispered Hunter as he looked down at Moondancer. She was breathing heavy as she watched a mare in the dinner squealing in joy as a masked mare used a banana to fuck her winking slit.

“They look so happy,” breathed Moondancer who looked like she wanted to start clopping again. The area they were in was now saturated with their combined musk, making it so much harder to control their urges. “So…wanted.” This last bit was said with both pain and longing. As if she had lost somepony special in her life and longed to feel something like that again. The thestral thought to ask her if she wanted to talk about it, but she already began to walk away before he could think of the wording.

As they continued to tour the gallery, Hunter began to notice a few things about his companion. Her eyes seemed to be focused on the collared mares, letting out the most adorable coo’s that the stallion had ever heard as the scent of her arousal filled the air around them. But what seemed to get her off the most was when she saw the doms playing with their possessions. Whether it being them throat fucking the mares to destroying their ponuts, Moondancer would inch her hoof back down to her winking pussy only to stop three fourths of the way down. Several times he also noticed her staring at his cock, licking her lips before turning away with bright red cheeks.

Hunter would have wanted nothing more at the moment than to tell her it was ok to look. That he wanted her to do more. That he wanted her mouth around his member so badly he would grab it and hold it in position until his cum shot into her stomach. Or perhaps he would instead cum on her face, coating her glasses with his white goo before ordering her to wipe it off and swallow it. He wanted to rut her hard against the glass in the hope that all those on the other side would see him claim her as his. With each thrust her begging to be made his own personal cum container. To serve him for the rest of her days, to fulfill his every fantasy.

Oh, he wanted this mare. Not because she was the only one present or that her scent was driving him wild, but because of what he knew about her. Yes, he had a thing for a mare in glasses. But this mare seemed like more. She seemed intelligent and cultured, the sort of mare that he would like to get to know better. Perhaps they would have some other things in common. Perhaps they would not. Only time would tell. There was another reason and that was he was the one in control of his actions. He was not so weak-willed that he would act on them without thought, without considering the other one here.

Eventually the two horny ponies came to the last window. Looking out, Hunter saw a large rocky outcrop, practically a peninsula, hanging above a deep cavern. If he had to make a guess, he would say that it could comfortably hold ten by three city blocks. In fact the outcrop held seemed to hold just as many buildings. In some areas it looked like the cramped together style that a pony could find in Manehatten, full of shops and warehouses. Other area’s looked more rustic, containing two-story homes on top of the rocky surface.

The window suddenly began to magnify the image, allow its viewers to get a better look. Now Hunter was getting a better look at the more crowded area. Mares in their collars walked along the streets and sidewalks as others sat at what appeared to be normal looking cafés. It looked like they were in any normal town and that wearing collars and hoof straps was just a normal, everyday thing.

Wondering what he was looking at, Star Hunter moved to look at the sign next to the window.

‘The City,’ he read to himself. ‘This massive section of the Clocktower Society is set up for predator/prey play. Doms are allowed to bring slaves (either their own or red collared ones from the Pens) into this area. Slaves may walk around freely, unleashed until the dom is ready to strike and the chase begins. Slaves are also encouraged to do everything possible to avoid capture in order to make the most out of the experience. If the dom wishes, he or she can either play with their property in the open or drag them into a dark alley or empty building. Society members are expected to only go after their own slave while leaving other members’ slaves alone.’

There was more, but Hunter had gotten the gist of it. A smile crept onto his face as he moved back towards the window. As he looked down at the city again, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to this sort of concept. He had always felt that a detective was sort of like a hunter, trying to follow the tracks of a very dangerous animal before capturing it. But, Hunter had always wondered what it would be like to be that animal. Would he feel fear at being caught, or would he revel in the thrill of the chase?

Over to his side, he noticed Moondancer’s head jerk slightly as if she had spotted something. Hunter followed her gaze to find a pink-coated mare with a silver mane wearing a red collar walking down a street alone, unaware that there was a dark blue pegasus pony circling above her. The pegasus swooped down like an eagle trying to catch a rabbit. But, just at the last possible second, the mare looked up before increasing her pace from a trot to a gallop causing the pegasus to miss her.

The mare galloped with all her might with the pegasus right behind her. A smile was visible on the masked pegasus’ face letting both ponies in the gallery know that he was just playing with her. All he needed to do was pick up his speed by even the tiniest of notches and he would have her in his hooves. It seemed like, for now, he was more interested in staring at her winking hole as she ran.

This proved to be his undoing for the mare spotted an alley way up ahead and turned at the last second. The pegasus, too preoccupied with her rump, flew towards and passed her for a bit before making a U-turn.

Once again, Moondancer was pressing her body against his while her hoof inched down towards her slit. Hunter didn’t blame her for he too was getting more excited by watching this. It was like one of his many fantasies, chasing after a mare as if she were a wild animal running away from him. And when she was caught he could do whatever he wanted with her.

The angle of the window seemed to adjust slightly so they now appeared as though they themselves were looking down the alleyway on the street level. The alley was littered with empty boxes, trash cans. The alley ended with, predictably, a chain-link fence.

The pegasus scanned the area with great intent, both his eyes and ears focused on any signs of his prey. He began to move slowly towards the fence, swishing his tail back and forth as he moved. Every once in a while he would give a trashcan or a large box a strong kick. He was just at his third can when there was a flicker of movement behind him. The mare lifted one of the boxes off herself and began to creep out of the alley way sneakily. Every so often she would look back to check that her pursuer’s attention was still in front of him.

However, it turned out that was her downfall. When she neared the main street, she turned her head to look back at him once more and kicked a pipe on the floor by accident. The pipe made a clanging noise as it rolled around, drawing the attention of the pegasus. Before the slave could process her next move, the pegasus had already opened his wings and zoomed towards her. Soon she found herself struggling while he held her by the waist, dragging her deeper into the alley.

“Oh, what disappointing prey you turned out to be,” said the masked pegasus, now pressing her against the fence. “You told me in the Slave Pens that you were good at this sort of thing. But I only had to look four minutes before I found you. And that chase. Tsk, tsk.” Slowly, he moved his lips next to her ear. “I could tell you weren’t putting your all into this. You wanted to be caught by me.”

“N-No,” stammered the mare.

“Oh, don’t lie to me,” growled the pegasus. “I know you could have run faster than that. Your dripping hole told me everything I needed to know. Now, because you didn’t put your all into this, I’m going to have to punish you.” He then pressed her harder against the fence, which made a clinking noise. “Test out your bell.”

The mare gulped as she rang her tail bell once. Upon hearing that noise, the stallion pushed her against the fence even harder as a sadistic smile appeared on his features.

With no mercy at all, the stallion took the mare by her front legs and lifted her up until she was standing on her hind legs. The slave panted in fear and longing as she was quickly spun around, her chest making contact with the cold metal of the fence. She made a halfhearted attempt to push back, but the stallion simply pressed her back against the fence with his unsheathed dick pressing against her fold.

“You want this, slut?” he demanded in a dark tone as he moved back and forth slowly.

“Yes,” panted the mare, her small frame trembling.

“Well that’s too bad,” said the stallion as he pulled away from her. The mare moaned as she turned her head to look at her master, giving him a pleading expression that he paid no mind to. He picked up an odd pipe with a rounded-off end conveniently lying on the floor. Smirking, he approached his captive who had made no effort to move at all. She just watched him as he brought the pipe to her foalhole hard enough to hear a loud, wet smack followed by the mare’s cries.

“Prey that cannot evade the predator does not get what it wants,” said the stallion as he began to rub the cold metal back and forth. “Had you put up a good chase, then I would not feel like I would have to…play with my food. So I am going to draw this out for as long as I can, slave.” He gave her pussy another smack and Hunter was sure he saw droplets of mare juice hit the ground.

The smell in the gallery was getting stronger as the two ponies watched this. Looking over he saw that Moondancer was biting her lower lips, her hoof right above her wet honeypot. “Go ahead,” said Hunter, startling the mare for a moment. “Don’t mind me.” Moondancer opened her mouth, but closed it without saying anything. Instead, she slowly gave in to what she had wanted to do for some time now and began to clop next to a stallion she barely knew.

The thestral bit his lower lip with his fangs while his own hoof went to his shaft. Slowly he began to stroke it as he listened to the music provided by the two mares. He only wished he was the reason Moondancer was moaning. He could see it in his mind clearly. All he would have to do was move behind her. Coax her a little with his words and his hoof. She was horny enough so he doubted that she would resist much. Perhaps…

‘No!’ thought as he shook his head slightly, going unnoticed by the mare next to him who had her eyes focused on what was going on in the window. ‘I’m better than that!’

With that, he returned his focus to the window to see that the pegasus was had increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Not much of a punishment if you enjoy it this much,” stated the stallion before pulling away the pipe and noting that it was now drenched in mare juice. “I bet you picked this spot just so I could use these toys on you. Well slave? Did you?”

“Y-Yes,” admitted the mare between her moans. “I-I been here ahhh before master. I k-know that the factories ooooohhhhhh have m-many things that you caaaan use to punish this naughty slave.”

“Very naughty,” was all the stallion said as he moved the mare’s tail out of the way. Hunter and Moondancer watched as he brought the pipe’s head to the mare’s ponut. The two watched as the mare seemed to tense up when she felt to metal line up with her backdoor. Then, without warning, the pegasus shoved it a quarter of the way in with a single thrust! The mare screamed loudly as she slumped down to the ground while her tongue began to loll out of her mouth.

As the mare lay there, with her rump in the air with her face pressed against the ground only two sounds could be heard. One was the chuckle that the stallion could not contain as he looked down at his prize. The other was the wet clopping that caused Hunter to look over at Moondancer. Her hoof was moving rapidly to the point where her juices were flying so high they hit the window. Her cheeks were growing a scarlet shade of red as her eyes remained glued to the sight of the other mare’s ponut as it squeezed on the intruding pole. Or perhaps she was also looking at the winking slit that seemed to beg for the same treatment.

“Don’t think we’re finished with your punishment yet slave,” growled the stallion, causing Hunter to return his focus to the window. He watched as the stallion reached down for her head as he began to flap his wings until he was standing on his hind legs. Once he was situated he forcefully brought her head up to his member and stopped right when her jaw was a mere inch away. Without ceremony or mercy he began to facefuck the mare, shoving his cock into the back of her throat. As for the mare, Hunter could hear the mare make gagging noises, yet never seemed to try and pull away. Instead her tongue began to move, trying its best to coat the assaulting pole in her mouth with her saliva. Soon she began to add new noises to the mix, from light cooing to ‘ah, ah, ah’ type noises that seemed to spur the stallion on. The stallion didn’t comment on this, but continued to use her like an object.

Eventually the stallion’s wings began to grow tried. While keeping a firm hold on her head so he could continue to fuck her mouth, the pegasus began to move. Bit by bit he began to reposition himself, flipping the mare onto her back as he did so. When he could finally give his wings a break the stallion was now on his knees which were situated on either side of the mare’s shoulders with his flank on her chest.

Minutes passed as he continued his assault on her mouth. He gave one final thrust into her mouth, cramming as much of his meat stick into her mouth as he could, and then held it there. The mare’s eyes went wide with fear, gagging and squirming under his weight as she waited for him to be done with her throat.

A sudden cry next to him pulled Hunter’s attention away from the window and back to Moondancer. The sweater wearing mare had fallen on her back, her eyes now closed tightly as she continued to clop faster than ever before. Her horn was lit with her magical aura, the same aura that was pulling at her now exposed clit. She grit her teeth while her back quickly arced before she orgasmed. It was a sight to behold as her mouth opened in a silent scream while her cum flew towards the window and splashed upon it. Another batch of mare juice flew out, but it didn’t have the same force as the first so it landed a foot in front of her to create a puddle. Only then did her body seem to relax and slumped to the ground, the mare panting for breath.

The sight of this, added on top of everything else Hunter had seen, was too much for the thestral to take. With a grunt he shot rope after rope of cum on to the window as well, almost covering up the scene of the pegasus pulling his cock out of his slave’s mouth only to shove his balls into her mouth. As Hunter’s orgasm began to die down, he watched as the mare began to lick her master’s sack while his still rock hard dick was pressed against her cheek.

“Well slave, do you think that’s enough punishment for now?” demanded the stallion as he looked down at his cockwarmer.

“No master,” said the slave as her eyes looked up at him. “As you said, this slave has been very naughty for spoiling my master’s fun. Only my master can decide when I’ve had enough.”

“Good answer,” replied the stallion as he got up onto all fours. “It looks like all we have around here are pipes. We’ll need to look around to find something more suited to punish you before trying this again.” The pegasus then picked up the collared mare and placed her on his back with the pipe still hanging out of her ass. “But I warn you slave, if you don’t do better I’ll do something far worse than this! I will inform the ponies in charge of the Slave Pens so that they will ensure that this never happens again!”

As the pegasus began to walk out of the alley, Hunter mimicked what the other flying pony had done by placing Moondancer on his back. The only difference being that he did it with far more care with the intent of getting her to someplace less…stimulating. Perhaps the two of them could wait out in the hallway for their friends/guides.

“Sorry about this,” whispered Moondancer. “I…I didn’t think it was possible for a mare to cum that hard.”

Hunter shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just get you out of here.”

A moment of silence passed between them before Moondancer spoke again. “Thanks for not taking advantage of me. If you had, I don’t think I would have been able to say no. I was so horny that-”

“Again, don’t worry about it,” repeated Hunter as they continued to walk.

There was another pause before Moondancer spoke. “I think…I’d like to give this place a shot. Do you think that you’ll, ah, be joining too?”

Hunter simply nodded as they approached the doors leading to the main hallway. After what he had seen here, he knew that if he could he would become a member today. But that wasn’t an option. They wanted him to wait. Wait to try out the Slave Pens, that strip club, and The City. Oh, how he wanted to try out The City so much. The thrill of hunting a mare down like that seemed like it would add much more to the experience. The only problem was that he would have to bring his own slave, limiting his targets.

Could you own more than one collared mare here? Could you have your own harem of mares all to yourself? If he could do something like that then that would add to the excitement for both parties when he brought them to The City. These were two questions he would be sure to ask Lightning Wing or whoever her replacement was.

As he was about to open the door, Hunter remembered that flier from the café. Something about Predator’s Night and ‘Finding your prey in The City tonight’ or something like that. Perhaps that was something else he would have to ask. But for now, he had a unicorn to take care of.