It had been a couple of weeks since Hunter’s visit to the Society. He had decided on that very day that he wanted to become a full member. Sadly, he could not do that right then and there. He was told he needed a few days to ‘cool off’ as they put it before making such an important decision. However, it was hard for him to ‘cool off’ when his mind refused to stop showing him fantasy after fantasy of all the things he could do.

Many of those fantasies included a certain glasses-wearing mare. It’s not like he couldn’t explain it — she was his ideal nerdy bookworm type and the two had gotten along fairly well so far. And ever since he had seen her, the fantasies that he had for the random mares he saw on the streets, in pictures, or wherever else now starred her. Moondancer was now the mare tied to a teacher’s desk, her legs spread wide in front of a packed classroom so that they could see her foalhole wink and drip as he pounded her throat. It was Moondancer’s flank that he envisioned himself smacking with a riding crop, begging with her eyes for more. The mare in the cage, waiting for her master as she slid her soon-to-be abused pussy against the bars, it was always Moondancer.

When the last day finally came, Star Hunter wasted no time applying.

Applying was only the first step, however. Afterwards came the long process of actually becoming a member. Like Lightning Wing had said, they performed a background check on him to check his finances as well as making sure he didn’t have a criminal record that might put other ponies at risk. He also underwent a series of medical examinations to ensure that he was free of any STDs.

Once he had a clean bill of health and his background checked out, he began the next step in becoming a member: safety classes. He sat in a classroom with a few other stallions and mares, all of whom were doms, to learn the basics like the bell safety system, the meaning behind mask/collar colors, how to use the various tools provided by Clocktower, and many other useful bits of information. By the time he was done, Hunter was far more knowledgeable in the art of bondage and submission than he had even been before.

He was, however, a little disappointed that he didn’t see Moondancer in any of the classes. He knew there was a good chance that she was either in the sub class or that she needed more time to decide. Hunter found the latter to be more likely, seeing as he never really saw her around.

The mask-crafting workshops were probably the most interesting. Each dom was given the opportunity to craft their masks from scratch, every part of its design fashioned to tell the world what kind of dom they were. Many of those in his class decided to start with a red mask, signifying that they weren’t looking for a permanent slave just yet and would rather taste a little of everything. Hunter, meanwhile, decided to go the path less trodden and went straight for a white mask. This signified that he was seeking a permanent slave, to be his and his alone. He also made sure to lace his mask with a blue border to signify that he was a heterosexual.

With the basic design of his mask done, Hunter focused on the fine detail – What kind of play he was into and what kind of slaves he wanted. While Hunter was open to pretty much anything, he had a feeling he leaned more towards forceful domination. He made sure his mask made that clear with orange engravings in the shape of Ursa Major and Minor around his eyes. For the finishing touch Hunter added the plumes that would signify what kind of slaves he preferred. The first plume he set was peach which coded for ponies followed by a white one for zebras. He was just patting himself on the back for a job well done when he noticed a golden plume which apparently coded for griffons. The thought of dominating and owning a griffon slave was a tempting one that he was surprised he had never considered before. But then again, he had never seen a griffon in any of his pornos. In the end, Hunter went for a golden plume too.

Mask crafted and approved, Hunter was finally ready to get his hooves dirty and his timing couldn’t have been better. Everypony was talking about the big special event in the City - ‘Predators’ Night’. Not wasting a moment, Hunter eagerly signed himself up.

The big night finally arrived. Hunter and all the other participants were ushered into a large staging warehouse at the City’s entrance. Around him were dozens of others, their faces hidden behind their dom masks. Most of them were ponies, but Hunter did notice several non-ponies mingled about. Huddled over in a corner of the building were several yaks, loudly pumping themselves up while a group of griffons gave them annoyed glances. Here and there, Hunter spotted changelings chatting with each other. There was even a pack of diamond dogs stretching off to the side.

All the chatter ended when a pegasus entered the building. As he flew to one end of the warehouse, Hunter’s eyes widened underneath his mask. He recognized the stallion — It was Soarin of the Wonderbolts!

“Alright everydom!” shouted Soarin, hovering high in the air above their heads so everyone could see him. “This is it, your big night, Predator’s Night! Before we begin, I need to go over the rules with you all and make sure you understand. The normal rules of the City still apply. You are to chase down the slaves, or ‘prey’ if you wanna call them that, and capture them. However, you are not allowed to use any excessive force, mind alteration magic, anything that could seriously harm your prey or knock them unconscious. Accidents can happen in the heat of the moment. If they do, please take your prey to one of the safety stations located throughout The City. Clocktower medical specialists will also be there in case of injuries. If you fail to do that, severe disciplinary actions can and will be taken against you. Please keep that in mind.

“Now, what makes Predators’ Night different is that tonight is a free-for-all. That means all prey here tonight are up for grabs. All of the prey you find out there are volunteers, either red or white collars. They have been told to evade you if they see you. There are several ‘safe zones’ that they can escape to where a Guard dressed up as a police officer is stationed. If they make it there and you are caught by the officer, it’s game over for you. Hint: You don’t want that to happen.

“As usual, there are various toys spread out across the City so when you catch your prey, you can begin in the streets or in an alleyway. Or you can use one of the special ‘lairs’ around the City. Buildings that have a golden Clocktower symbol above their door will have a basement full of equipment for a more personal session.

“One final rule is in regards to white collared slaves. I know many of you are here for catch and release. However, I can see that some of you here are white-masks looking for a permanent slave. If you spot a white-collar and catch her, you will have the option of claiming her as your own as long as they are interested. You will have all night to get her to choose you as her master. But if she hasn’t taken your collar by the end of the night then that’s it.

“Now, are there any questions?”

A few hooves raised in the air, their owners asking Soarin to repeat or clarify bits of the rules. Yet Hunter wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy smiling inwards at the prospect of owning his very own slave. This was why he wanted to do this event — So that he could finally catch a slave to call his own here in the streets of the City. But excited as he was, he was still mindful of his chances. While he didn’t know any of the other doms in the room, Hunter had the feeling that they knew the City far better than he did, nevermind the fact that they were obviously more practiced doms. The odds were in their favor. But not even that could dampen his mounting excitement.

It was a good forty or so minutes before the doors opened and the doms spilled out into the streets of the City. Heart thumping, Hunter instantly took to the air. All of the other thestrals, pegasi, griffons, and changelings around him followed suit in a rush of wings and wind. The sky above them was crusted with stars and low clouds, all part of what was no doubt a magically-simulated sky. Looking below them, he quickly gathered that they were in some sort of residential suburb full of small cottages with even smaller backyards. Soaring over the streets he spotted the pack of diamond dogs pulling ahead of the herd before he lost sight of them in a cloud of dust. He then spotted the yaks and earth ponies, charging down the streets. Several flashes of light then caught his attention as unicorns began teleporting from rooftop to rooftop. When he looked up again, Hunter saw that all of the other airborne doms had splintered off, leaving him alone.

Hunter flew aimlessly about for a while as he scanned the street below him. He gradually moved deeper into the City. Slowly the landscape below him morphed from small cottages to something that looked more like the Manehatten shopping district. All of the three to four story buildings there seemed to be cramped together with the occasional alleyway between them. It was there that he spotted his first potential targets: two pegasi mares walking down the street. His ears twitched as he picked up the sounds of carefree laughter from them.

Hunter descended behind the skyline to get a better look at them while doing his best not to be seen. Suddenly, one of the street lamps along the street burst into the telltale green flames of a disguised changeling, causing both mares to scream in fear. The changeling, however, paid their cries no mind, simply charging at one of the mares and grabbing her. Once his target was in his forelegs, the changeling buzzed off into a nearby alleyway. The remaining mare left her partner to her fate and ran in the opposite direction.

She did not get very far. A diamond dog suddenly leapt out of a manhole in the street, cutting off her escape. The mare turned around and began to run away with all of her might as the dog behind her leapt into hot pursuit.

Seeing that he had lost any chance to catch his own prey, Hunter flew in the direction the two mares had come from while moving higher into the air. He believed that, perhaps, there might be more potential prey down the way they came.

After flying over two or more blocks, Hunter spotted one of the officers that Soarin had mentioned. The officer was a unicorn stallion dressed up in what looked like a dark blue version of a Manehatten police uniform, complete with the CTS badge. The officer didn’t seem to do much other than stand around, occasionally looking about. Not wanting to take a chance that the officer might look upwards and spot him, Hunter banked left behind a rooftop.

It was some time before Hunter spotted another herd of mares walking down the street. He landed on a nearby rooftop so he could size up his potential prey. There were six of them in total, walking slowly and keeping their voices low. They had either heard that the doms were on the loose or were simply acting cautiously like prey should. Just by glancing at them Hunter could see that five of these mares were unicorns while the last one was a crystal pony judging by the appearance of her coat.

When he looked a bit closer, he saw something that brought a smile to his face. The second mare to the left was wearing a very familiar sweater and glasses. It was Moondancer! She had joined the Society after all. ‘Eaglevision’ he intoned, activating the special sight magic built into his mask. The mares glowed in varying colours, indicating to him the types of collars they wore. Most of them were red-collars, suggesting they weren’t interested in a long-term dom. But Moon Dancer? Hunter almost leapt for joy at the sight of the white glow around her. She was wearing a white collar!

“YAKS GRAB!” came a roaring voice. All six mares gasped. Narrowing his eyes, Hunter snapped his head down the street to see four yaks charging down the street like a buffalo stampede. As the mares began to split up. Hunter fought the urge to facehoof at how subtle the yaks were. Their war cries probably alerted everypony in the City, giving the prey plenty of notice to run.

Hunter kept his eyes on Moondancer as she dashed into a side street away from her pack. Not wanting to let her out of his sight, Hunter galloped along the edge of the building. When he saw her again, she was a good distance away from the main street. The escaping mare took hurried glances over her shoulders, looking out for pursuants. A smile crossed the thestral’s fanged features. Thanks to the yaks, his nerdy mare was all by herself. Hunter looked back towards the main street one last time, seeing the yaks stampede past the side street.

One of the yaks, however, seemed to notice Moondancer. The lumbering creature screeched to a halt to look at the retreating mare. Hunter spread his wings, his eyes narrowing dangerously. There was no way he would give up Moondancer! Just as he was taking to the air, the yak shook his head before following after his group.

Hunter let out a sigh of relief. He certainly didn’t need anymore competition. He looked back to find Moondancer had stopped in her tracks, looking back at the mouth of the alleyway. He raised an eyebrow, watching as the little mare raised a hoof, as if to call the yak back. There was a mournfulness to the way her hoof fell back to the ground limply. The mare hung her head, a picture of sadness.

‘Strange,’ thought Star Hunter as he hovered in place while looking down at Moondancer. ‘Was she hoping for one of those yaks to take her? Maybe-’ A sudden scream pulled Hunter out of his thoughts, reminding him that there was still a competition going on. If he wanted Moondancer, he would have to act soon or else someone else might show up and take her while he wasted time pondering the meanings of her actions.

With that in mind, Hunter glided down towards the ground where his target was. As he did, he flapped his wings a little louder than he normally would in the hopes that she might give him a good chase. After all, what was the fun of chasing prey that had no will to run? Half of the appeal of the City was the chase. The greater the chase, the sweeter the reward. At least, that was his opinion.

Moondancer, indeed, looked up with a wide eyed expression when she heard the wing flap. For half a second her expression was blank before she leapt to the side to avoid Hunter’s outstretched hooves at the last possible moment. As Hunter made an aerial U-turn, he let a predatory smile slip onto his features when he heard the sounds of hooves galloping away from him. By the time he had finished turning around he saw that, indeed, Moondancer was running away with all of her might.

Beating his wings, Star Hunter shot towards the mare as she made her way back onto the main road. While she did have a good lead on him, it was only a matter of time before he caught up. While his air speed might not be Wonderbolt material, he knew he was fast enough to catch up with his prey. Moondancer certainly didn’t do herself any favours, slowing down to look over her shoulder every so often. And she was doing that more and more often as he closed in, obvious panic setting in.

He was almost upon her with his hooves stretched out to grab her. He flapped his leathery wings again to gain the boost he needed to close the gap. But just as he was about to touch her, Moondancer’s horn glowed brightly just before she teleported and reappeared on a rooftop some distance away. He could see her clearly, looking over at him with an expression that read ‘better luck next time’ before she turned to run.

She didn’t have to wait long for the next time as Hunter, with a grin on his face, shot up towards where she had been and continued the chase. He spotted her quickly, jumping from rooftop to rooftop like a superhero in one of those comics that he used to read as colt. Hunter sped up to close the distance between them. As he got closer, he could smell the familiar scent of her arousal fill the air. Filled with desire, Hunter flapped his wings harder than ever only to see her disappear again in a bright burst of light. He looked about just in time to see the telltale flash of her teleportation from another side street.

While some might find this annoyingly unfair, Hunter found it thrilling. He knew the limitations of spells like that. Back when he was doing research for his second book, Hunter had gone to one of the top magic schools in Fillydelphia to help develop his unicorn killer. One of many spells he had asked about was teleportation. He had learned that not every unicorn can use that spell as it required a lot of skill as well as large magical reserves. Furthermore, the greater the distance, the greater the amount of magic spent.

As Hunter swooped downwards, he began to make some rough calculations. Moondancer seemed to be teleporting to travel relatively short distances. Meaning that she was managing her magical reserve very carefully, not taking any chances. If she used a long distance teleportation, she risked using up all of her power and leaving herself defenseless for the next hunter. Hunter guessed that her plan was probably to discourage him using this spell in the hopes that he might decide to go after some easier prey. And if he didn’t, that would leave her with one of two options. The first was continue to run and teleport until she gave him the slip. The second would be to use other spells that required less magic to get away.

Or maybe she is leading me to an officer, thought Hunter as he quickly rose up into the air. Better cut her off just to be on the safe side. With that thought, Hunter zoomed ahead, easily passing Moondancer. He whipped around and landed a good distance in front of her with his wings still spread to bar her way.

He could see the surprise in her eyes as she glanced panickedly from side to side. Reacting surprisingly quickly, Moondancer made a sharp right into an alleyway. Hunter folded his wings as he cantered after her. He turned into the alleyway to find...nothing but a dead end. Moondancer was nowhere to be seen. Hunter blinked in surprise. He hadn’t seen the telltale flash of a teleportation spell. There was nothing to hide behind either. The only trace that remained was the lingering scent of her sex in the air.

Opening his wings, Hunter was about to take to the air to search for her when he noticed something odd. It was part of a bottle lying on the ground against the wall. The bottle looked like it had either been sliced perfectly down the middle or it was half-phased through the wall. Slowly, Hunter moved closer to the bottle to get a better look. As he did, the scent of Moondancer’s arousal became stronger.

On a hunch, Star Hunter reached out towards the wall…and went right through it! ‘An illusion spell! Clever girl,’ he thought. He quickly found Moondancer, her rear pressed up against the real wall, her horn aglow to keep up the illusion spell. Her eyes were trained upwards, looking out for him flying overhead. She quickly heard his approach, her gaze snapping down in obvious surprise. Reacting as quickly as she could, she dropped the illusion and teleported before Hunter could get his hooves on her.

There was another flash from above. He looked up in time to find that she had teleported onto a rooftop four stories above his head. Or at least she tried to, her lithe form dangling from a ledge by her forehooves while her hind legs did their best to scramble for purchase on the wall. Hunter could tell it was almost certainly the result of a panicked teleportation.

Hunter opened his wings and gave them a good flap just as Moondancer lost her grip. But the thestral didn’t let her fall, not too far down anyway, as he caught her bridal-style in his forehooves. Moondancer immediately wrapped her forelegs around his neck, pulling him close as they flew out of the alley. She was so close that, despite wearing a sweater, Hunter could feel her heart beating like mad while she did everything in her power to take control of her heavy breathing.

“Clockface,” whispered Hunter as he came to a halt in the air.

“C-Clockf-face,” stammered Moondancer, repeated the safe word to pause their session.

“Are you ok?” asked Hunter. “Is anything broken?”

Moondancer shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said as she took a breath. “Just got a little scared. I...I’ve never had to teleport that rapidly before. Guess I need practice a bit more instead of keeping my nose in a book.”

“Well how about we find a safe word room where you can rest until you calm down some more,” suggested Hunter as he began to look around. “Or we can just call it a night. After what just happened, nopony would blame you.”

“No!” Moondancer said loudly, almost shouting as she latched onto Hunter firmly. As Hunter looked down at her he saw that her eyes had widened, as if she were in shock of her sudden outburst. She smiled sheepishly before she spoke again. “Err, what I meant to say was that I want to continue. And…And it’s not fair to you. You caught me fair and square.”

Hunter said nothing at first, just licking his lips as he looked down at her. “Are you sure you can continue?” he asked finally.

“Clockface,” she answered with a watery smile, signalling the session to begin again.

“Clockface,” Hunter echoed before his lips curled into a grin. “Well then, my delicious looking prey, why don’t we find someplace more private.”

His prey didn’t say anything, only blushing brightly as she nodded a little. It didn’t take Hunter all that long to find one of those buildings with a Clocktower logo above its door. The building looked like one of those fancy, overpriced cafés that one could find in places like Canterlot. But below was a stone room that told a different story. There, hanging from the walls, were all sorts of entertaining toys. There were dildos that ranged from basic pony cocks to griffons to…Hunter had no idea but it looked really weird. There were also wand and egg vibrators galore. All kinds of whips with riding crops of every color. There were clamps, weights, spreading bars, suckers, and other such goodies that Hunter was sure to try at some point.

In the middle of the room was a round pedestal large enough for a pony to lay on. It wasn’t very tall, just high enough that a stallion of his height could mount a mare easily without having to climb up. The top of it was padded to give its victim some comfort as well as a headrest that looked like it could be adjusted. On both sides of the headrest were blinders to restrict the occupant’s field of vision.

Hunter stared out at a mostly empty café, its only other occupant a lonely looking mare staring down at her tea. She had been sitting there for what seemed like hours, never touching her drink. She just stared at it while listening to the ticking clock as other customers came and left. Eventually, Hunter moved over to her before sitting down, making sure not to mess up his butler-like uniform.

Like they had rehearsed so many times before, he asked her what was wrong.

“My master no longer wants me,” whispered the mare after a moment’s hesitation. “I gave him everything. My mind, body, and soul. I always did as I was told, sucking on his friends’ cocks when they came over and licking the cum out of another mare that he brought home for the evening. But…But today he released me so that he could have another, younger mare to train as his new cock toy.”

“There, there now,” replied Hunter, with a voice that sounded like he had heard that story a million times before. “Why don’t you head on to the back and wash up. The bathroom is downstairs.”

The mare nodded as she slowly got up. As soon as her back was turned, Hunter calmly went to the door and locked it. A smile crossed his lips as he hung up a ‘We’re Closed’ sign to ensure nopony would interrupt the session he and his new slave had planned for the evening.

Star Hunter shook the fantasy out of his head. He had no idea why he was imagining something like that when he was about to partake in the real thing. Best guess was that his mind couldn’t wait for his body to get to it. Still, a set up like that might be something he could use for his next murder mystery novel. Just make a few adjustments and…

Hunter shook his head once more to clear his head before dragging Moondancer to the pedestal and forcing her onto it, face up with her head in the head rest. Now that he was closer, the thestral saw that around the pedestal there were chains secured to the floor. Chains that were just long enough to attach to each of Moondancer’s hoof straps, rendering her unable to move freely.

“Well now,” began Hunter as he began to walk around the pedestal slowly, swishing his tail back and forth while he eyed his work. “What a fine dish you are. But before I can partake in…savoring you, I’ll need to make sure you are well prepared. Only then will I have my fill.” As he said this, Hunter reached out to place his hoof on Moondancer’s shivering fur right below her sweater. He slowly traced a small circle in the soft fur before walking off to a corner of the room.

“Tonight, Moondancer, I plan on making you mine,” he said as he pulled out a collaring block and setting it on the ground. On it, in the recess where the subs neck would go, was a temporary black collar. Just something to last long enough until an official one could be placed on the mare’s neck. “I will tease you. I will bring you pain as well as pleasure. But, I will not let you cum. Instead you will be kept on a razor edge, forever a step away from orgasm. If you do not wish to be my slave, to be used by me and me alone, then all you have to do is either put up with this until the event is over or signal an end to the session. But if you agree to have this collar placed around your neck I will take care of you and your needs like a good owner should.”

Star Hunter trotted over to one of the equipment racks, his eyes on a claw made of a purple metal. This claw was very similar to the kind used by the Night Guard to rip their foes into ribbons with a savage ferocity. The only difference between those and the one he was now putting on his hoof was that the Clocktower one had a special enchantment placed on it to keep him from cutting her flesh.

Once the claw was secured to his hoof, Hunter flew over to where Moondancer lay secured. “Test your bell,” he said as he showed her the metal claw. For a moment, there was no noise in the room as Moondancer stared at the object a foot or so away from her face. Hunter was just starting to get second thoughts when Moondancer rang her bell once.

“Good prey,” said Hunter with a smile as he raised the claw to the neck of her sweater. “Now, let’s get this off of you so you will have nothing to hide from your master!” He checked to make sure the headrest wasn’t obscuring her view of what he was about to do to her. She certainly didn’t need any encouragement, her eyes transfixed upon the claw. As he felt the metal make contact with her body, Hunter brought his attention back to the task at hoof. Slowly, he lowered the claw down her prone form so that they could both savor the sound of the wool being cut. Moondancer remained frozen in fear almost as if she were afraid to breath. Hunter too was tense, his ears straining for the slightest tinkle of her safety bell, the smallest whisper of her safe word. But it never came.

He took his time, tearing the feeble fabric to shreds. Hunter finally threw the remains of Moondancer’s clothes aside like the rags they were before standing back to inspect his captive prey. Simply put, she was flawless. There were no scars, bumps, or even discolored fur to mar her figure. The poor mare squirmed under his roving gaze, her hooves instinctively trying to cover herself. All they achieved was pull her chains taut. With his ungloved hoof, Hunter reached out and began to feel up her chest to take in the smoothness of her fur. Moondancer let out a helpless whimper as her captor had his way with her.

It was then that Hunter became aware of a familiar scent in the air. Taking a few steps so that he was now in between her spread legs, he saw that her pussy was winking like mad while oozing mare juice. Chuckling, the thestral lifted his clawed hoof and slowly brought it closer to her foalhole. The cold metal teased her sensitive folds, drawing a sharp gasp from the mare. Hunter pulled back, suddenly worried that he had somehow hurt her. He reminded himself that Moondancer would safeword or ring her bell if that were the case. Feeling more reassured, he pressed the cold metal against her marehood, tracing her soft opening slowly, tantalizingly. She could only squirm helplessly against her bonds, moaning and gasping all the while. Confidence mounting, Hunter decided to take it up a notch and place one of the bladed claws right in the middle of her slit. Moondancer let out a wail of fright as he slowly entered her. Hunter watched as the mare tried in vain to close her legs, desperate to hide her wanton pussy as it clamped greedily around the invading member, leaking copiously all over the floor.

Hunter took his time teasing the poor mare, drawing louder and shorter gasps and moans. He finally withdrew the claw with a wet pop, leaving a glistening trail of marejuice to her pussy. She could only whimper longingly as he held the claw up. The poor mare panted softly as her limbs went limp. He ignored her yearning gaze, focusing instead upon the warm juices on his claw. He licked it off slowly, humming in delight at its taste.

“Very nice,” he purred, taking off the claw and tossing it to the side. Without saying another word, he walked away from her to gather a few things. After placing what he wanted to use on his back he returned to his bound captive.

“Let’s see how smart you are,” said Hunter darkly as he pulled an object off of his back and held it in front of her face. The object was a glass tube with a knob at one end. “Do you know what this is?”

“I-It’s a teat suction pump,” stammered Moondancer as her eyes went wide.

“Looks like you studied hard,” said Star Hunter as he pulled it away. He casually moved closer to her teats before placing the suction cup in his hoof over one of the small nubs. Grinning, he began to twist the knob on top and watch as the suction take immediate effect, sucking up the tender flesh into the glass cylinder. The soft flesh quickly turned a bright pink as it swelled up, her whimpers a testament to how extra-sensitive they were when engorged. Hunter couldn’t help but notice how his prey was biting her lower lip to keep herself silent. Smiling at the sight, Hunter returned to his work by placing a second teat sucker on her remaining nipple. But he had one more. Holding up the remaining sucker, Hunter moved between her legs. He knew she was watching, judging by how her breathing quickened with her mounting trepidation. He didn’t keep her waiting long. He unceremoniously attached the last suction cup to her exposed clit. He took his time, pumping the device slowly. Moondancer couldn’t hold back her screams of delight as her sensitive bub was sucked upwards into the device with each cruel thrust.

Not giving her a moment of reprieve, Hunter lowered his face so that it was right in front of her foalmaker hole. Slowly he began to nip at her outer fold gently, careful not to cut her with his sharp fangs as he enjoyed the soft texture. As he did this, Hunter also took the time to deeply inhale her scent direct from its source. Moondancer began to squirm like mad in a vain attempt to free herself from her bonds. Her sweet nectar continued to flow as she let out soft whimpers. Deciding he had waited long enough, Hunter extended his tongue to collect more of her fluid while also exploring her insides. Out of all the mares he had been with, her taste had aroused him the most.

Soon it came time for him to reluctantly leave that hole for her lower one. As his tongue tasted the space between the two holes Hunter brought his hooves up to better spread her ass cheeks. At the same time he decided to do something he had done with a few mares back home. Both of his wings extended forwards until the tips entered her wet slit. This was something only members of his tribe could do. The pegasi could try, but their feathered wings were too soft and better suited for teasing rather than penetration. Moondancer gave a loud gasp while fidgeting nervously. She was too distracted to notice Hunter’s nose at her ponut. He caught a strong scent of strawberry oil from her puckered star. No doubt the mare had had an enema recently. He gave it a light lick, tasting the strawberries upon his lips and tongue. His wings, meanwhile, began their invasion of her marehood, spreading her lips wide apart. This had an immediate effect on Moondancer who began to pant loudly as she pulled on the chains binding her. Her second hole began to pucker up as Hunter circled his tongue around it.

She whined longingly as he abruptly pulled away. “Well, that’s enough refreshment for now,” laughed Hunter as he wiped his lips with his foreleg. “I knew you would be a tasty treat the moment I saw you.”

“NO!” yelled Moondancer as she bucked her hips in the air. “Please, I’m so close to cumming!”

“Then submit,” replied Hunter firmly. He watched as Moondancer opened her mouth, looking like she would agree to anything in order to be allowed an orgasm. But before any sound left her mouth, she closed her eyes, seemingly steeling her resolve. Hunter was strangely glad for this. As much as he wanted to make her his, he didn’t want this game to end so soon. And, perhaps, neither did she.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Hunter reached for the last thing on his back. It was a long, thin black stick with a blue crystal at its end. Holding it in his mouth, he brought the crystal tip towards her inner thigh. Once it was mere inches away from her fur a spark of blue lightning arced from the crystal to her. Moondancer yelped. Hunter grinned, knowing her cry was more in surprise and fear than pain seeing as the stick was still at its lowest setting. It wouldn’t be for long if Hunter had anything to say about it. Smirking, Hunter brought the shock stick to her other thigh. While the element of surprise was gone, she still let out a yelp.

Hunter began to circle her again, over and over touching various parts of her body with the stick to gauge her reactions. He watched as she took a sharp breath in when he zapped her stomach and how she quivered in delight when he touched her horn. He was taken by surprise when a spark to her cutie mark drew a feral scream from her along with a hip-buck so violent he thought he wouldn’t just cum but break the pedestal apart. Quickly looking at her face he could see her eyes rolling into the back of her head while her tongue hung limply out of her mouth. Thankfully she hadn’t cum, but he made a mental note to play close attention to that spot in the future. He couldn’t help but wonder if her cutie mark was just a super erogenous zone or if it was simply the magic of the stick interacting with the magic of her cutie mark. Either way, Hunter knew he’d have fun with that little experiment in the future.

Seeing as she was too close to the edge to continue like this, Hunter returned the shock stick to where he had found it. He looked over his shoulder to gaze at his masterpiece, her cheeks flushed as she panted heavily. When he looked away again, he remembered seeing a water bottle in the room. Hunter flew over to where it was and discovered that the fine ponies who ran the Society had made sure that it was full of the life-giving liquid. Flapping his wings some more he quickly made his way to where Moondancer laid with the bottle in hoof.

“Drink,” he ordered as he pressed the end of the bottle against her lips. Wordlessly she obeyed, taking the nub of the water bottle between her lips and began to suckle. Hunter found himself licking his lips as he imagined that this was his cock she was sucking on until he shot his load down her throat to feed her hungry belly. Or, more alluring, all across her face and glasses so he could watch her wipe it off with her hooves before licking them clean.

“Thank you,” she said, snapping Hunter out of his fantasy. As he pulled the water bottle away from her, Moondancer spoke again. “Why me?”

“Hmmm?” Asked Hunter.

“Why did you go after me?” She asked. “T-There are lot more mares out there who are prettier than me w-who would b-be easier to catch. So why go after somepony like me?”

At first, Hunter didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his head to where the riding crops were. He silently took a black one in his mouth before returning to his prey’s spread rear legs.

“Why you?” Hunter asked in the clearest voice he could manage around crop. He bore down on her, whipping her hard across her pussy lips, earning him a satisfying smack and a cry from the mare. “Well for one thing, you ran like good prey should. Prey that are too easy to catch aren’t much of a reward.” As Hunter said this, he began to run the crop up and down her slit to make it wet with her fluids. Moondancer let out a throaty moan just before Hunter swatted her again, but harder, hard enough to make the mare shriek in pain.

“You are also a white collar,” continued Hunter as he went back to his stroking motions. “While many of the other might be fine with catch and release, I’d rather bring home what I caught!” Hunter punctuated his claim by striking Moondancer again, her cries of pain louder than ever. But he could see that she was doing her best to keep her eyes on him — Eyes filled with what might be hope.

“But most importantly of all,” said Hunter as he raised the crop even higher, “I wanted you.” The crop came down harder than ever, making Moondancer’s nether lips bright red. Her cries were almost deafening as she threw her head as far back as the head rest would allow. Hunter’s eyes darted back and forth from her face to the bell, ready to release her the moment it rang or said the safe word. But it never came. When he saw her face again, her teeth were clenched but the look in her eyes showed both happiness mixed in with longing.

Hunter set aside the crop, picking up a bottle of lube instead, one that claimed it was milked from Clocktower MILFs. How that was done, he had no idea. All Hunter could really think about was how long he had waited to plow his cock into this mare. As he applied the lube onto his member he spared a glance at Moondancer. She was watching him, her eyes glued to his breeding tool as soft whimpers of yearning escaped her lips.

Once he was satisfied, Hunter removed the chains holding Moondancer’s rear legs, letting them fall to the ground without care. Once they were free the thestral walked around to the opposite side, passing her cuffed forelegs so that he was standing directly in front of her face. He watched at Moondancer struggled in vain to look at him, the headrest keeping her from looking. Slowly, Hunter moved his head closer to hers while doing his best to stay out of her field of vision.

“Tell me prey, how many others have taken your asshole?” he asked in a whisper.

Moondancer gulped. “N-N-None,” she whimpered. “Just…Just a toy a f-f-few times.”

“Well then, let’s fix that,” said Hunter as he took to the air once more. He hovered over his prey’s body and gripped her flank with both hooves. She yelped as he tugged her rear legs high up, planting both of his own on either side of Moondancer’s head. He bent her over double, allowing her full view of her own pussy above her face. There was no way he’d let her miss watching what was coming next.

As he moved Moondancer’s tail out of the way and pressed the head of his cock against her ponut, Hunter wished he could see the expression on her face at that moment. Would it still be that look of longing or would it be wide-eyed fear? Perhaps her eyes would be closed, bracing herself for the pain and refusing to look at her own violation? Either thought only excited him more, sending a pulse down his eager cock.

With a slow and steady pace, he pushed into her puckered star. The virgin flesh was incredibly tight but bit by bit he pushed past the resistance that the mare’s body offered, her incredibly tight hole being stretched by him while her lungs screamed out in agony. He felt his cock twitch with every inch that it invaded, filling him with delight. Not just because this felt good, but because he was finally claiming her. Moondancer’s body was putting up less and less of a fight, surrendering to him bit by bit. And her cries were no longer screams of pain but wails of pleasure mixed with desire. Whether it was subconscious or not remained to be seen.

Soon enough, he reached as far as he could with his hips pressed against her flank. In that moment, Hunter let a groan escape as he reached down to feel her pussy. He came up a bit high, feeling the teat sucker he had left there. He reached further down, finally identifying her pussy by how sopping wet it was against his hoof.

“Tell me prey,” said Hunter with a growl. “What feels better? Your pathetic toy or my cock? And don’t you dare lie to me or else you will be punished severely!”

“C-Cock,” whimpered Moondancer. “S-S-So g-good.”

“Well,” said Hunter as he brought up his wet hoof and gave it a quick lick, “it seems you are telling the truth. But I would have thought a mare smart enough to study in Canterlot would be better able to describe how she felt at this moment.”

Moondancer was silent for a moment before she gulped loudly. “This slave…the prey you caught has never felt anything like this before. Y-Your spear is deeper inside of his worthless cunt’s ass than anything else has ever been. No toy I have ever dared to try can compete with how you are stretching me, ruining my ponut for any other cock than yours.”

As she said this, Hunter’s jaw dropped slightly as his eyes went wide. He hadn’t expected this. True, he didn’t know what he should have been expecting. But not even in his own dreams had he ever heard anything like this said with so much raw passion and desire.

Hunter responded by pulling out, stretching her abused ring around his spear, before slamming it back in. The helpless mare could only scream as he hilted in her. Her hole only spasmed all the tighter around him, his cock practically tugging upon her quivering walls as he pulled out once more. The unrelenting tightness only drove him to impale her with even more ferocity as he thrusted into her without the slightest mercy. Her spasming ponut only seemed to tighten greedily all the more around the invader, spurring him to slam it in faster and harder. For once in his life he wished he could use magic so that he could pull on her tail nice and hard so that he wouldn’t lose his grip on her fine flank. Or perhaps he could have twisted the suckers still on her teats. Admittedly he could reach down to play with the one on her clit, but Hunter feared that he might overstimulate her like that resulting in her cumming before she had submitted to him. Instead, all he could do was slap her flank.

Moondancer’s shrieks filled the room as her hole tightened more and more with every destructive thrust. Hunter could hear the chains rattle loudly as Moondancer tried to flail her forelegs about. All she achieved was spattering more of her own mare juice from her sopping pussy all over her own face and glasses below. His eyes darted over to the bell on her tail where it lay silent despite how much her tail trembled and shook with each beating. Being mind-activated, the bell wouldn’t ring unless its owner willed it. He almost couldn’t believe that this mare was willingly allowing him to pound her ass with everything he had. Feeling generous, he rewarded her with a sharp spank to her rump as he moved his hips as fast as he could. He could feel her flank begin to burn as he held onto it while she cried out.

He was so lost in the luxurious grip of his new cocksleeve that he allowed instinct to take over, driving him faster and faster. A familiar pressure quickly crept up on him, that desire to release his cum into her ass growing to a gnawing urgency. He grit his teeth as he realized his folly, struggling to focus on something, anything to stave off his approaching orgasm. But the mare’s insides were tightening as if she could sense how close he was. Summoning up what little will he had left, he stopped, his aching loins pulsing in protest.

“NO!” screamed Moondancer. “PLEASE MASTER, LET YOUR SLAVE CUM!”

Star Hunter was just removing his member from the mare, releasing her hooves down onto the pedestal, when her scream gave him pause. As she laid there panting, he flew off and landed on the ground next to her. Now he could see her face, her own mare juices spotting her face and glasses. She looked up at him meekly with flushed cheeks.

“Did I hear you correctly?” asked Star Hunter slowly. “Did you call me your master?”

“I-I did,” said Moondancer as she looked at him. “Please, take me as your slave. To use as you see fit. Make me wear your black collar. Do with me whatever you wish. Just please don’t toss me aside when this is over!”

Hunter stared at his mare as he took in what she had just said. There was a feeling of pride within him knowing that he had made her submit to him. However, he was also worried about what she had said. Did she have abandonment issues? That would explain some of her behavior when they had first met as well as her look of disappointment when the yak didn’t think she was worth chasing. It might even explain why she decided to be a white collar instead of a red. Spending time with a master only to be left behind when their session was over would never appeal to a mare like her.

“Well then,” said Hunter as he began to undo her teat cups. “How can I say no to that?” Even if she had an issue like that, he still wanted her. There was no way he was giving her up. Maybe he could even help her to work through her issues.

Once the first nipple pump was off, Hunter stared at the slightly larger and redder nub. Seeing that it looked the way it should have from the reading he did in the Clocktower class, Hunter moved in closer and blew on it gently. The effect was immediate. Just that small amount of stimulation was enough to have Moondancer moaning while her hips raised slightly. The thestral couldn’t help but wonder if just breathing on it did that to her, what would happen if he got more physical. With an evil grin, Hunter undid the rest of the suckers before undoing the binds on his mare’s hoofcuffs.

Once she was untied, Moondancer got off the pedestal. “Slave, get your master the claw and a leash,” said Hunter as he watched Moondancer shiver in delight. Forgetting that she had magic, Moondancer raced like a mad pony go get the items her new master had demanded. When she found what she was looking for ,Moondancer picked them up with her mouth and brought them to Star Hunter, placing them before his hooves.

Hunter said not a word, instead picking the claw up in his hoof once more. He moved in close to Moondancer, caressing her pretty neck softly with the claw’s cruel edge. He could see and feel Moondancer trembling. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, a wish, a burning desire to become his personal slave, to be trained exclusively by him. Then, with a single flick of the claw, he sliced her white collar off.

“Pick up the leash with your magic,” ordered Hunter as he tossed the claw aside. Moondancer obeyed, picking up the proferred leash in her magic. It was a leash that one wouldn’t find in any pet store. The end of this leach split off into three parts, each one ending with a clover clamp. “Before I collar that pretty neck of yours I want to hear you ask to be my slave once more.”

Moondancer gulped while looking at him with longing. No, that wasn’t right. It was devotion. “I, society-slave number MNDR-4871, beg you to take me. I freely give you my body, to do with it as you wish as long as you are my master and keep me by your side. All of my holes are yours to fill at your pleasure.”

Hunter felt his cheeks redden as she said this. “Attach the first clamp to your right teat,” he ordered. Moondancer nodded and licked her lips as the first clamp moved towards the abused nipple. Hunter watched as Moondancer braced herself before clasping the clamp on her tender flesh. She was helpless to resist as the cruel metal clamped on her soft nub. Her eyes went wide as she cried out from both pain as well as pleasure. Hunter saw her legs almost give out.

“Moondancer,” he said gaining her attention. “I will accept what you are giving to me of your own free will. However, there are a few things you should know first. I may, one day, take in other slaves. It will not be because I have grown tired of you, but because I wish to try other things. But no matter how many I take in, I promise to do my best to give you all the attention you deserve. And if there ever comes a day when you wish to leave me, for whatever reason, I shall allow it as long as it makes you happy. If this is acceptable to you, attach the next clamp on your left teat.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Moondancer just stared at him with a small smile of her face. Then she attached the next clamp, crying out once more.

“M-Master,” panted Moondancer as she tried to calm down. “May…May I make a request?” Hunter nodded. “I…I want to have foals one day. But not for a few more years, when I am wearing an adamantite crystal collar. If it’s ok with you…” Moondancer’s voice trailed off while her face turned red with embarrassment.

“Hmm,” hummed Hunter as he tapped his chin with his hoof. “I don’t see any problems with that, but we will need to get to know each other better both inside and out of the bedroom before I give you an eternity collar. You do know what that will entail, right?”

Moondancer closed her eyes while a wide smile appeared on her face. “I do master,” she replied.

“Then place your head on the collaring block,” ordered Hunter. With great urgency, Moondancer dashed towards it while the leash trailed between her two rear legs. When she was close enough, the unicorn seemed to dive towards it in a way that made Hunter worry that she might hit her throat hard on the recess. Thankfully she seemed to be alright with her rear legs up straight and her tail out of the way to show her master how excited as well as happy she was to be owned. Hunter moved silently behind her. He took ahold of the leash and wrapped it taut around his right hoof before pressing his member against her proudly-displayed slit. Looking down, he saw the magic of the collaring block in action as the collar wrapped itself around her neck. It was only when it was on securely that Hunter entered her.

Together, as one, they moaned as Hunter bucked his property with all of his might so that he could mark her insides with his cum. He could feel her inner wall clench around his shaft and he knew what she wanted, what she needed - To have her new master’s seed fill her so that any creature with a decent sense of smell could smell it. With renewed vigour Hunter thrusted into her with all his might.

“Moondancer,” grunted Hunter as he slapped her cutie mark. “Attach the clamp when you’re ready to cum!”

“YES MASTER!” cried Moondancer as her horn lit up. He could barely hear the leash as it moved beneath Moondancer’s body over the noise of their nethers slapping against one another. But soon enough Moondancer’s screams overtook all other sounds as her inner walls clamped around Hunter’s dick even tighter while he felt her juices washed all over it.

Grinning, Hunter pulled on the leash which, in turn, pulled at her sensitive teats and clit. Moondancer, who was still on her orgasmic high, came again while Hunter unloaded his foal fluid inside of her. Hunter closed his eyes to savor the feeling while Moondancer’s body slumped down, too tired to remain in position. He could feel her muscles relax, as if she were preparing to fall asleep. Not surprising given everything that had happened today.

Hunter leaned forward to whisper in her ear before she descended into slumber. “Looks like the stars have claimed the moon. Sleep well my moon. You’ve earned it.”