It was some time later before Hunter stirred from his slumber. He looked around the room groggily. It wasn’t the dark little bedroom of his that he knew very well. Rather, it looked more like a posh five horseshoe hotel suite. The massive bed, large enough to hold several ponies, was soft and seemed to mold to his form as if it had been commanded to do so with a spell. On both sides of the bed were elegant night stands that resembled alicorns, their wings and horns holding up a glass table. The walls were lined with massive and stylish closets, their doors closed leaving what secrets they might contain to the imagination.

Somewhat confused, Hunter began to wonder where he was. That was until he realized that he wasn’t alone. Next to him was Moondancer, still asleep with her hooves wrapped around his body. Even in the dim light his thestral eyesight could see her content smile clearly. His eyes couldn’t help but wander down to her temporary black collar which marked her as a personal slave.

‘My personal slave’, thought Hunter with pride, licking his lips as the memories returned to him. He remembered how he caught and teased her until she finally submitted to him, pledging to be his own personal cum collector before he fucked her pussy until she came. After Moondancer had passed out, Hunter had looked around the building until he had found this room. With great care not to wake her, Hunter had moved his slave onto the bed so that she could better rest. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how his adorable new slave even called out his name in her sleep. He wondered idly whether after everything he had done to her he had somehow imprinted his name in her mind.

And now, here they were.

Now that he was a bit more awake, Hunter could feel his morning wood pressed between the two, eager to re-enter her slit and fill her with his foal-batter. Part of him wanted to make use of his slave right that moment, but the better part of him said ‘no’. True, they were still within the City and she was collared. However, she was asleep which made it impossible for her to give her consent. The only way this would have been ok is if they had talked about it beforehoof, which they hadn’t.

So, as carefully as he could, Hunter did his best to separate himself from Moondancer without waking her up. This proved to be easier said than done for she had a good grip on him. Hunter wiggled as best as he could to free himself, but this proved to be the wrong approach as the head of his cock brushed against his slave’s nether lips. Moondancer gasped as she began to stir from her slumber. Slowly she opened her eyes to look into his. Part of Hunter expected her to freak out or be confused in some way, forgetting what had happened last night. He was relieved to see happiness in her eyes instead of the fear he had expected to see. Moondancer smiled up at him before releasing her hold.

The beautiful unicorn got into a sitting position on the bed. While she did her best to hide it, her face winced a few times as she did this. Now that her body was fully out of the covers, Hunter could see several bruises on her flank. A guilty part of him was certain there were more underneath the blanket.

“Master,” she whispered as her magic brought her glasses to her from the nightstand closest to her. “A-Are we getting up?”

“I think so,” said Hunter as he got into a sitting position next to her. His member was still hard and he could see that Moondancer had noticed this fact.

“Are we going to pick up where we left off?” she asked hopefully.

Hunter shook his head. “No,” he said in a firm tone as he looked her in the eye. “I think it would be best if we just get you your new collar and call it a day.”

Moondancer looked like she had been struck with the back of a hoof. “B-But master w-we have all weekend,” she pleaded. Before Hunter could say anything, Moondancer had moved in front of him. She positioned herself so that her flank was sticking up in the air in front of his face. “Please master, use your new fuck toy for all she’s worth! Use me to your heart’s content! There’s no need to hold back, I promise I can take it.” Moondancer’s tail swished back and forth. The scent of her want and arousal filled the air as he stared directly at her red slit, the tender folds still slightly bruised from their play the night before. But despite that, it was still winking at him, drooling mare-juice as if tempting his thirst.

With a feral growl, Hunter grabbed her rear with his hooves. In a single motion he pushed her to the side with enough force that she landed on her back. Faster than his slave could blink, Hunter was on top of her. Hunter could feel Moondancer’s breathing quicken as he pinned her down, his forehooves holding hers down against the mattress with his cock positioned at her lower entrance. He could take her at any moment, all it would take was one thrust of his hips and his cock would be inside her once again. But instead he left it there, pressed against her pussy as he looked down at her. Her rump wiggled slightly as if to entice him to rut her here and now, but he would not. He was the dom, the master in this relationship. And he was going to make that clear.

“Believe me,” said Hunter fiercely, causing the mare to shudder. “There is nothing more I want right now than to take you. To fuck you over and over again until so that your cunt will forever remember the shape of your master’s rod, until the scent of my cum is permanently imprinted on both your ponut and foal hole. To capture you before rutting in plain sight so that everydom here will know that you belong to me.” Moondancer interrupted him with a moan, closing her eyes as she did. “But not today.”

Moondancer’s eyes snapped open. “But master-”

“Moondancer, I am your master,” interrupted Hunter in a tone that commanded her to listen. “As such, it is my duty to see that you don’t come to any harm. We just finished our first session together and your body isn’t used to it.” To drive his point home, Hunter reached down with one foreleg to touch her cutie mark. Moondancer could not hide the discomfort, her face contorting in pain as his hoof brushed her tender flanks.

“I…can…take…it…for…you,” panted Moondancer.

“No,” said Hunter firmly as he released his hold on her and backed away to allow her to get up. “If there is anything as important as consent here, it’s safety. I would rather do this when you are in prime condition so that we can both better enjoy this.”

Moondancer let out a little sigh. “I suppose you’re right,” she said in a defeated tone while looking downwards. She then let out a squeak as Hunter’s hoof caressed her cheek.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “With time and training we will be able extend our playtime. But, until then, just think of it as savoring the moments.” Hunter leaned a bit closer to kiss his nerdy sub. Once again she let out a squeak of surprise when their lips met, which delighted Hunter. Gently he pulled her in closer using his wings while at the same time moving his tongue into her open mouth. If he had to guess, based on her hesitation, she wasn’t used to getting kissed like this. Most likely there were many things sexual she had never done before. Hunter knew he would delight in changing that.

As the seconds ticked by, Hunter could tell that Moondancer was getting used to having another tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly as she did her best to mimic his motions, clumsily dancing with his tongue until they ran out of breath. Hunter pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting his lower lip to Moondancer’s tongue which was still hanging out of her mouth. She almost looked like a dog, panting for a treat from her master.

The rest of the day passed without incident. After the two got out of bed, they managed to find a shower so that they could wash up. The decision to shower together however was met with…issues. Seeing Moondancer wet made her look all the more alluring to Hunter, causing his cock to twitch and harden even more. His imagination didn’t help matters either. He could vividly see him deep-throating Moondancer as she made gagging noises loud enough to be heard over the running water. Hunter’s imagination then had him ramming his cock into either Moondancer’s pussy or ass (his brain couldn’t make up its mind) with her back pressed against the shower wall. Despite the lurid images swimming about his mind, Hunter remained strong.

Once they were both cleaned and dry, with Hunter taking a few moments to rub one out so that his erect cock wasn’t in plain view, the two were finally able to make their way out of the City. Since Moondancer didn’t have a lock to go with her collar and Hunter was unsure if he could just take one of the normal leashes, the thestral decided to play it safe by ordering Moondancer to remain at his side at all times.

As they left the café, the pair headed in the direction of the City’s exit. On the streets, Hunter saw some of the others who had participated in the event. A few of the red collared subs were lying in alleyways, white fluids coating their bodies while others were limping towards the exit with large smiles on their faces. One, Hunter noticed, had the words ‘Best Whore in Equestria’ and ‘Anal Slut’ written on both sides of her flank, the white foal batter oozing out of her ponut with each step. The doms were a different story. Some of them were still looking for prey. Those that would charge at the prey heading towards the exit would be stopped in their tracks when the slaves rang their tail bell five times. As for the ones who were leaving, they all had satisfied smirks on their faces.

A few stallions noticed Moondancer and the collar she wore. They approached the two, eager to get a better look at the type of mare who had been claimed. The did a double take at Moondancer and her nerdish appearance, seemingly unable to get their head around somepony like her being in a place like this. Nevertheless, they looked her over the way one might inspect a bottle of wine from Prance, causing Moondancer to turn red while pressing her body closer to Hunter’s. A couple even asked if they could touch her, but Hunter shook his head. With a shrug and an honest ‘congratulations’ they departed to other parts of the dungeon.

From there, Hunter and Moondancer made their up a large flight of stairs that would take them out of the dungeons and onto the main floor. They stopped to visit the Collaring Chamber which was situated along the way to the surface. Since it hadn’t been that long since she had gotten her white one, there was no need to take her measurements once again and making the whole process go by quickly. While Moondancer got the matching hoofstraps, Hunter began to work at the circular machine that crafted the custom made locks that went with the collars. When he was finished, he held in his hoof a lock that looked just like his cutie mark. While he could have gone to the Society collarsmith and allow Moondancer to go through the elaborate experience of having a lock and hoofstrap especially fashioned for her, he decided it would be best to save it for another special occasion.

The squeal of delight Moondancer made when they both heard the lock ‘click’ into place would be something Hunter would always remember.

From there, Hunter had to do the most tedious thing in the world — paperwork! Now that Moondancer was his sub, he was required to fill out form after form while Moondancer put away her new collar in the sub’s locker room. While the chore was a bit of a grind, Star Hunter knew it was another safety measure. Clocktower needed to know which sub belonged to which dom so that if anything, well, unsavory happened they wouldn’t have to waste time trying to track down the dom. Or, at least, that’s how Hunter thought to look at it.

“Almost done?” asked Moondancer as she moved to his side.

“Just about,” replied Hunter as he turned to look at her. “I just need you…Moondancer, where did you get that?”

Moondancer blushed as she brushed a hoof across the new article of clothing she was wearing. It was a simple, black lace choker. And dangling from the middle of it was a pendent that looked just like his cutie mark. Hunter was sure that if anypony here saw this from a distance they would think that she was still wearing her collar.

“It, er, just didn’t feel right,” she said while looking at him. “That is, walking around without wearing anything. So I stopped at the gift shop hoping I could find a replacement. They didn’t have anything that I could wear in public, but I did find this.”

“Why would-” began Hunter, but stopped as Moondancer’s magic began to lift the quill he had been using a moment ago as well as the documents before levitating them over to her.

“I…want a reminder that I belong to you,” said Moondancer, her face flushing as she began to scribble her signature on the documents. “Something that I could take with me when we leave here and have to go back to our own homes. B-But don’t think I’m the only one. The sub who worked there said that other subs sometimes feel the same way.” She then signed her name one last time and set the papers down while biting her lower lip.

Hunter scratched the back of his mane, not really sure how to respond to this. This was all new territory for him. He considered telling her it was a bad idea, that if ponies outside the Society noticed such a marked difference in how she dressed they might get the wrong idea. It would be especially bad if it was mistaken for a collar and attracted the attention of certain unsavoury ponies. He also considered how she might be doing what she thought he wanted in an effort to please him. He had noticed that she seemed to fear being ‘discarded’. Yet on the other hoof, if other subs were doing this as she said then it might not be as out of place as he thought. Plus, it did look very hot on her.

“Well, as long as you’re happy with it,” replied Hunter carefully, a hint of a smile on his lips.

With their documentation done, both Hunter and Moondancer left the Society side by side. Deciding it would be best to be a gentlecolt, Hunter asked if he could escort Moondancer back to her home in Canterlot. Moondancer, surprisingly, seemed very reluctant to this. Looking shiftily from side to side, she said that she could manage it herself and didn’t want to inconvenience her new master by having him take the train home. Hunter told her that it didn’t bother him at all, that he had flown to Canterlot several times that year alone and that, at most, it was only a few hours by air. In the end, Moondancer let out a sigh of defeat.

After taking the portal to Canterlot, the two made their way down the deserted streets of Equestria’s capital. The sun had yet to rise, but judging by the hues in the sky that would soon change. Until then, the only ponies up and about were the few ponies cleaning the streets.

Hunter usually liked to examine the buildings whenever he was in a new town so that they could be fresh in his mind. When writing his books, he liked to change the location in order to keep things fresh and different. One thing he had learned was that each town in Equestria had its own unique style to their homes that would always stand out. Having a grasp of said differences comes in very useful when he was thinking up sinister new ways a pony could commit murder and slip away unseen.

That morning, however, was different as he was more focused on Moondancer. Her head was hanging low as she walked, having to reposition her glasses with her magic several times. Her steps were slower and there was an aura of dread around her making Hunter wonder what he would find when he reached her dwelling. Perhaps she was the daughter of a rich noble, who might be awake at this time and see that his daughter was out with a thestral. Possibly a neglectful or abusive family? That might explain a few things.

“Well…we’re here,” said Moondancer, summoning Hunter from his thoughts. He blinked when he realized he was standing in front of a house that looked like it was falling apart. Many of the windows appeared to need replacing due to the amount of cracks in them and the door had a huge hole in the middle. The dark purple paint was peeling off the walls showing patches of mold. Even the front yard looked unkempt with its tall grass and broken birdbath.

“You live here?” asked Hunter, turning to look at his sub who slowly nodded. “What happened!?”

“I…fell into an emotional rough patch for a couple of years,” replied Moondancer as she looked away. “Stopped taking care of a lot of things in my life and, well, this is the result. B-But I’ve gotten better. I’ve been trying to get this back on track. The only thing left to really fix right now is my house, but nopony will work on it saying that the damage is too severe. But it’s livable.” At that very moment, a part of the roof collapsed causing both ponies to flinch. “For the…most part,” she added with a watery little pony squee.

Hunter said nothing as he opened his wings. With a powerful wing beat he rose into the air and glided over the tall grass, setting down in front of the wall near the front door. He narrowed his eyes at it before lifting a hoof and gently pressing against its surface. It held up as well as wet paper, his hoof going straight through the wall. As he pulled it out, he could hear Moondancer moaning.

“Moondancer,” said Hunter as he turned around, his eyes fixed on her. “I know we haven’t known each other that long, but as your master I can’t allow you to continue to live in such conditions.”

Moondancer let out a sigh. “Well, it’s hard to find a new place in Canterlot,” she said as she looked down at the ground. “Once the banks heard what I did to this property they all refused to give me any bits until I brought up the value on this house. And finding an apartment is next-”

“You’re coming to live with me,” interrupted Hunter as he glided back to Moondancer. The unicorn stared at him, her mouth hanging open. Hunter mused that shock and surprise were, admittedly, the appropriate reactions in this situation. Finally, Moondancer shook her head to snap herself out of her daze.

“B-But you live in Hollow Shades!” Moondancer all but shouted. “I have a job here. And friends! Do you have enough room for two ponies? I-” She was silenced as Hunter placed the tip of his leathery right wing against her lips.

“Moondancer, I know what I am asking is a lot,” he began while pulling his wing back to his side. “Or that maybe we’re moving too quickly. To be honest, I’m not entirely certain how we do things in, well, this kind of relationship. But I can’t let you risk your health by staying here. So just think of this as something temporary until you can find something permanent.”

Moondancer brought a hoof to her chin, looking as if she were thinking deeply about this. Then, slowly, her hoof traveled down to touch the pendant around her neck. “Master,” she began. “I know that you want the best for me and I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you. When I said I would give you everything, I meant it. And I would be lying if I said I never thought that we might move in together. It’s just…so sudden.”

Hunter nodded and tried not to look behind him when he heard some squirrels running out of Moondancer’s house. “I can see where you’re coming from,” he said before taking a deep breath. His eyes then narrowed, causing Moondancer to shiver slightly. When he spoke again, his voice brokered no argument. “But I will not let you stay here another day. You can either come with me to Hollow Shades or follow me around the city while we look for an apartment for you until you can afford a new house. Those are your choices slave.”

Moondancer’s face began to flush as he spoke, particularly when he used the word slave. Hunter could practically see the gears already turning in her head as her hoof stroked the pendant. It was plain for him to see that she was imagining what it might be like living together, even for a little while.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Hunter looked down at his slave lying there on his bed. Moondancer was on her back, her rear legs spread apart, bound by cords anchoring her hoof cuffs to the walls. Her forehooves were also bound by ropes, tied behind her back while her sight was restricted thanks to a blindfold. The moans she was trying to make were muffled by the ball gag in her mouth and, to complete her helplessness, there was a magic nullifying ring on her horn.

The hapless slave was unable to hide any of her private parts from her master — Her ponut, full of vibrating anal beads causing her to squirm within her bonds; Her pussy winking uncontrollably as her mare nectar oozed out of her, just begging to be filled with her master’s cock.

That, however, was not going to happen. Well, not yet anyways. Instead, Hunter picked up a shock stick and maneuvered the end to touch her-

“I’ll need some time to get a few things in order,” said Moondancer, breaking Hunter out of his thoughts. The stallion quickly shook his head to better focus on reality. He looked down to find Moondancer blushing even more madly than before.

“So you’ll be…” began Hunter.

“Moving in with you,” finished Moondancer as she licked her lips sheepishly. “I just need to tell my boss what’s going on and letting my friends know before I pack anything. I think I should be down around noon.”

“Ok, I’ll get us some train tickets then and meet you down at the station,” said Hunter with a grin.

After Moondancer nodded, Hunter watched as she turned away with the sun beginning to rise in front of her. The light hurt his eyes, but Hunter didn’t let that stop him from watching her walk away with a smile on his face. Once she was out of sight he turned and began to trot in the direction of the train station, eager to return home with his new sub.

And, once he got home, he knew he would be picking up some ‘special’ supplies from Passionate Night’s store.

Author's Notes:

Well this story is done, but Star Hunter's journey into the Clocktower Society has just begun.

The next story will be coming out in a couple of months, however. Right now I am dealing with some personal issues as well as trying to write other stories. But, rest assured, I will be back to write this story