"Mares and gentlestallions, cows and stags..."

Luna was standing in the center of the Great Hall of her own old castle, addressing the crowd of gathered guests. The bride, Spring Breeze, now mayor of Freeville, was standing to her left, and the groom, Baldr, representative of Freeville's caribou population, was standing to her right, as was tradition. Usually, it was custom that the mayor of an Equestrian town would hold the marriage ceremony, but in this case, the mayor herself was the bride, and this was a historical event, so Princess Luna herself had come to play this role.

"This is a historic event. Two individuals from different peoples, of whom used to be mortal enemies, are about to enter the holy bonds of matrimony, in accordance with the traditions of Equestria and its people."

The crowd applauded.

"But this is more than just a marriage ceremony", Luna continued. "This is a symbol of peace, and a new beginning. This mare...", she pointed to Spring Breeze, "...has taken up the task of helping a defeated enemy, a people she would have all reason to hate, build a new culture of peace and harmony, not out of duty or obligation, but out of love and friendship. This marriage is a symbol of her true, genuine and mutual love for one of them, but it is also a symbol of a new start for all of us, and our quest for the reunion of our two nations. The bride is an example for all of us, just as the groom has proven to be an example to his people."

More applause.

Luna now addressed Baldr. "Baldr, I now ask you: do you take this pony as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Yes, I do", the large, muscular bull responded softly, but audibly.

"And Spring Breeze, do you take this caribou as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do", Spring Breeze responded.

"Very well", Luna said. "I hereby pronounce you husband and wive."

She chuckled, remembering the changes Spring Breeze and Baldr had requested for the ceremony. It was a bit weird, everything considered, but the Princess was aware of the nature of the couple's relationship.

She had to chuckle a little. "Spring Breeze", she said. "You may now claim your husband."

Upon hearing this, Baldr went to his knees. Spring Breeze approached him, pulling out a simple, non-magical leather collar, and put it around his neck. Then she bowed down, lifting his head up with her right hand, and pushed her lips onto his, pulling him into a long kiss.

"I love you with all my heart", she told him once she had broken the kiss.

"I love you more than anything in the world", Baldr responded.

Luna chuckled again. "I'm still not sure if I should find this romantic or creepy. I guess both, but at least I don't have to oversee the marriage ceremony of a stallion and a cow."

Spring Breeze laughed, then took a step back, standing next to Luna again.

Baldr stood up. "I have another announcement to make", he said. "After long deliberations with the other stags in Freeville, we have decided that as a sign of our complete break with our old culture and habits, our people will take up a new name. At least as far as the stags and cows in Freeville are concerned, we are not caribou any more. To signal our newly found sense of responsibility and self-control, we shall now refer to ourselves as reindeer."

"Huh", Luna said. "I did not see that coming."

"Don't worry, Princess", Spring Breeze chuckled. "I'll make sure that he is reined. Literally."

Luna chuckled. "Do what you two want, but please… keep it in the bedroom, and most importantly away from me."

Spring Breeze blushed. "I'm sorry. How insensitive of me."

"It's… okay", Luna responded. "I… I guess it was a nice play on words. Oh, before I forget it, I have something else for you and Baldr." She took out a small parchment with her own Royal Seal. "This contains a new task for the Freeville community. I want you two to get to it as soon as you return from your honeymoon in Zebrica."

Spring Breeze put the scroll away and nodded. "We will read it tomorrow."

"Very well", Luna responded. "My sister and I sadly have to leave already. As much as we would like to stay for the festivities, we have other important business to attend to."

Spring Breeze nodded again. "I know how busy you are, Princess."

"I wish you two the best", Luna said. Then, she joined her sister, who was sitting in the front row with the other guests of honor, and the two of them left the castle.

Later at the festivities, a group of old friends had found together again. Sitting at a table, Spring Breeze and Baldr had been joined by Eadgil and his marefriend, Star Charmer, and they were chatting. Eadgil and Star Charmer were now in charge of leading the re-education facility at Hornvik, an institution that aimed at introducing the caribou who hadn't been sent to Tartarus and had been deemed capable of change to the new culture they were creating for their people. Bruna, Eadgil's other partner and Baldr's sister, had been unable to leave Hornvik due to her own pregnancy, which was in its last stages.

"Too bad Bruna couldn't come", Baldr said. "I will of course visit her as soon as I can. Her fawns will probably be born once we return from our honeymoon, and I want to see my nephew and niece before they are given to their pony foster parents." He sighed.

"I regret this more than you do, believe me", his friend said. "But you know why we're doing this. But that's also why Star Charmer and I will leave tomorrow. I want to be there when my fawns are born."

Baldr nodded. "Is Bruna in good hands now?", he asked.

"Oh yes. The Royal Guard is there for her own protection, as well as my own personal guard. And I have recruited two other cows to take care of her well-being."

"Oh, I completely forgot about Monolith", Baldr said. "How is he?"

"As always. Still sad, but determined."

Baldr nodded. "What about those cows?", he asked. "Do I know them?"

"You probably know Selja", Ari answered. "She's from here, and a real sweetheart." He grinned, as did Star Charmer.

Baldr thought for a minute. "Oh yeah, Selja. Yes, I remember her. She wasn't one of mine, but she has a similar mindset, doesn't she? She probably had a good upbringing."

"Like most of the original Freeville cows", Eadgil pointed out. Baldr nodded.

Freeville had recently seen quite a bit of an increase of its cow population. Any cow who showed signs of artistic or other talents beyond the normal, no matter the field, was now sent here, since Freeville was deemed the best place to develop these talents. The term »original Freeville cow« referred to cows that had been with the stags who were among Freeville's original founders. These had of course all been stags whose mindsets regarding females in general had already been very different from the mainline of the old caribou culture.

"And the other one?", Baldr asked.

Eadgil grinned. "The other one is from the rehabilitation program."

After the defeat of Dainn and the end of the regime, many stags had been switched into cows as punishment for their crimes during the regime. The rehabilitation program was a program created by Gunne and the Princesses in order to help those of them who showed signs of genuine regret reintegrate into the new caribou society. It was decided that they would never be switched back into their original forms, but this program still gave them a second chance. Eadgil found it interesting to see how being turned into females themselves had often deeply shaken their old world views. For reasons he himself didn't fully understand yet, he had taken a special interest in the task of helping them build a new life for themselves. He somewhat suspected that he recognized himself in them on some level, or at least in those of them who actually showed signs of repentance. In case of this particular one though, his interest was of a more personal nature.

Baldr raised an eyebrow. "The rehabilitation program? Are you sure we can trust him… her?"

Eadgil nodded. "At this point, yes, absolutely. I would never put my sweet Bruna into the hands of someone I didn't trust. I hope you know that."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry. Who is she, by the way?"

Eadgil giggled. "I'll tell you once you visit Hornvik. You won't believe it otherwise."

"Huh. Okay", Baldr responded in confusion.

Another cow approached them, serving refreshments. Eadgil picked up a Maretini from her tray. "Thank you, sweetheart", he said.

The cow giggled. "You're welcome, sir. If I may ask, sir… are you Eadgil? Baldr and the others talk so much about you. It's an honor to meet you, sir."

"Hm", he rubbed his chin as he looked at her more closely. "Yes, I'm Eadgil, and I could swear I've seen you somewhere. I know you're not one of the original Freeville cows, but still..."

The cow giggled. "No, I came here only recently. My old Master was sent to one of the re-education facilities… I think… but they say I'm gifted, so I was brought here." She giggled again.

"Still, I could swear I've seen you somewhere", Eadgil repeated.

"Maybe you saw me on stage...", the cow said, seemingly lost in memories.

"You're an actress?", Eadgil asked. "But of course!", he then exclaimed. "You played Diana in Brush Stroke's play, didn't you?"

The cow blushed and smiled. "You saw me! Yes, that was me!"

"How interesting. You still do acting, I assume?"

The cow nodded proudly.

"Keep up the good work!", Eadgil grinned. "Um… what was your name again?"

"Well..." Diana stuttered a bit. "I… decided I didn't really like the name my Master had given me, so I go by the name Diana now, although we don't play Master Brush Stroke's play any more."

"I see", Eadgil said. "You miss your Master?"

"Not really", Diana said. "And I'm also not looking for a new Master."

"Oh?", Eadgil asked in surprise. Most cows still wanted males of their own species to give them direction and guidance, although some had also started relationships with stallions and mares, almost always taking a submissive part in these relationships as well at least to some degree. But Diana was the first cow he had met that didn't even look for something like that.

"I… had actually hoped to find something else in Freeville", Diana said and blushed. "I wasn't even sure if someone like that existed until I saw Baldr today… I understand he is taken, but maybe there are others like him. What do you think?"

Eadgil and Baldr both took a moment to realize what she was talking about.

"Oh, you mean you're looking for a submissive male!", Eadgil said, still surprised. He had literally never heard of a cow with such inclinations. But then again, he had also never heard of a submissive stag until he had met his best friend.

Diana's entire face went red. "I… I hope I didn't say anything wrong", she stuttered. "But yes. When I was dominating these stallions on stage… I mean these mares who were playing stallions… it clicked. I realized what had been missing all my life. I understand they weren't really males… by now I also understand they weren't really willing." Eadgil hadn't thought that it was possible, but she blushed even harder. "I'm sorry for what I did. I want a male who wants it, too. Do you think someone like that exists?" She looked at Baldr. "I mean… another stag like you, sir."

"It's rare, but I'm sure there are others", Baldr said.

"I'm fairly certain Gunne also has submissive inclinations, but I really doubt he's interested in submitting to a female", Eadgil said. "He's in Canterlot anyway, but that proves that there are others. I'm sure you'll find one. And if not, there are also stallions who enjoy that kind of thing."

"I tell you what", Baldr said. "Once I return from my honeymoon with Spring Breeze, I'll help you find another male with similar inclinations to my own."

Diana smiled happily.

"And I'll teach you how to dominate properly if you want to", Spring Breeze said. She grinned, casting a wicked glance at Baldr. "I'm sure my husband will help me with that."

Baldr smiled at his wive submissively. "As you wish, Mistress."

"Thank you, sirs and ma'am", Diana said happily and enthusiastically. "Thank you so much, all three of you. I'll take my leave now."

Eadgil nodded.

"So...", Star Charmer inquired, looking at Spring Breeze. "You two have an open relationship?"

Spring Breeze nodded. "Baldr still feels an obligation towards his cows that goes beyond mere caretaking, and I really don't mind. They are no threat to me." She chucked. "Not even Diana. No, even if he had a relationship with another mare, I wouldn't mind if he told me about it in honesty. I know for a fact he can't submit to any other female the way he does to me. And yes, I also occasionally take other males." She chuckled. "But then again, so does he."

Baldr blushed heavily. "Mistress, please", he begged.

"You're welcome", Spring Breeze chuckled.

Eadgil raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Didn't you tell me you weren't interested in males?", he asked his friend.

Baldr still blushed. "I'm not", he responded. "I mean, it doesn't disgust me or anything. I just don't get too much out of it."

"Then why do you do it?", Star Charmer asked.

Still blushing heavily, Baldr smiled. "To give my Mistress a good show, of course."

Star Charmer looked at Spring Breeze in surprise. "Really? You're into watching two guys getting it on with each other? I'm intrigued! I hadn't thought you were that kinky. You always seemed rather stiff to me." She chuckled.

"Well, you discover different sides of yourself when you have a male who fully submits to you, to degrees you didn't even dream of before", Spring Breeze said.

"That's true", Star Charmer said, looking at Eadgil. "I also made Ari discover new things about himself", she added, referring to her stag friend by his chosen name. "But then again, the opposite is also true."

Eadgil addressed Baldr again. "Baldr, I want to talk to you about something. I have to leave tomorrow, and I need you advice about a matter regarding cows that came up in Hornvik." Eadgil's father lost his cows shortly before the departure from their old homeland, and he had never been too interested in them before meeting Bruna, and Baldr had spent his entire life looking after cows before he got to know Spring Breeze, so Eadgil often consulted Baldr on matters regarding cows.

"I actually wanted to retreat to our rooms with Baldr, but I guess I can give him an hour if this is important", Spring Breeze said. "I will retire now though. I still want to do a few… preparations for tonight." She looked at Baldr with an evil grin. "Don't be late", she said. "Or else."

Baldr looked down and blushed. "Yes, Mistress. I promise I'll make it quick."

"Good", Spring Breeze said. "Eadgil. Star Charmer. It was a pleasure to see you again. I hope we'll see you two again very soon. I will of course join Baldr when he visits you in Hornvik."

"Have a good night", Star Charmer said, smiling at her.

"Good night, Spring Breeze", Eadgil said. "Don't be too harsh on Baldr. He's a good boy." He grinned.

Spring Breeze left, grinning widely, leaving a heavily blushing Baldr to the mockery of their friends.

Some time later, Baldr carefully opened the door to his Mistress' new room and slowly walked in.

Spring Breeze was sitting on a couch in the middle of the room, a table in front of her, a bag with all kinds of toys for discipline next to her – canes, cuffs and other nasty stuff. She herself had taken off her tuxedo and was now wearing a black leather corset and black stockings with garterbelt. Her breasts were uncovered, and her head was resting on her left hand while her right hand was lazily swinging a riding crop. She looked bored and annoyed. Baldr gulped a little. He knew he was in for a rough time.

"Look who's finally here.", Spring Breeze said. "You're late."

Baldr lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry, Mistress! I didn't..."

"Silence!", Spring Breeze interrupted him harshly. "Save your apologies! What kind of husband are you, not being here to carry your bride over the doorstep, letting her wait for hours on her own wedding night because of work? Worthless piece of meat! And why are you still wearing clothing? I want to see you naked, on all fours and on the ground at your Mistress' hooves where you belong, and greeting her properly! You have five seconds. If you take one moment longer, you will regret it. You will crawl here, of course, as is appropriate for a stag of your station."

Baldr sighed. There was no way he would be able to undress and crawl all the way over there in five seconds, but he immediately began taking off his shirt and pants. Then he went on all fours, lowered his head almost to the ground, and crawled over to his waiting Mistress, until his snout almost touched her hooves.

"That took you far too long.", Spring Breeze said coldly, shaking her head. "Seems like I will have to punish you. But first things first. Go on, give your Mistress a proper greeting!"

"This slave is happy to see his Mistress", Baldr said meekly, kissed her left hoof, then her right. "He awaits her command and harsh discipline. He will serve her as well as he can."

"Go on.", Spring Breeze commanded. "Lick them clean."

Baldr began to lick his Mistress' right hoof. Then, after a while, he moved to her left.

Spring Breeze sighed. "You worthless piece of meat still haven't learned how to lick hooves properly. We'll have to intensify your training."

"Yes, Mistress", Baldr answered, still licking her left hoof.

"Silence!", his Mistress commanded. "Did I give you permission to speak? Roll around, the bottom of my hooves wants some cleaning, too."

The stag rolled around, raised his knees, and let his hands fall to his sides. His Mistress immediately pushed her right hoof in his face, and he began to lick the bottom of it.

"Pathetic!", Spring Breeze said coldly, then removed her right hoof and put her left on his muzzle instead. Once again, he began to lick.

"Pff, worthless", Spring Breeze said after a while. "You can stop now, this won't do anyway. Sit up, boy!"

Baldr stopped licking her hooves and sat up, kneeling before her, straightening his back while his hands behind his back, his eyes cast down. There was no way he would dare to look at her now.

"Well, at least you know your place!", Spring Breeze noticed. "Very well. Fetch me your leash, boy. No hands."

Baldr moved over to the bag, carefully going through all the different sex toys with his snout until he found the leash. He carefully fetched it with his muzzle and returned to his proper place, shyly raising his head to offer the leash to his Mistress.

Spring Breeze took it from his muzzle and quickly attached it to his collar. Then she opened her legs and pulled his face between them. "Mh, time to give your Mistress the kiss of submission", she ordered. "You know what to do."

Baldr pushed his lips to her outer folds. He knew the drill. This was a ritual of domination and submission. It was not about bringing her to any kind of climax, but about demonstrating his submission to her whim. There was no way he would use his tongue without being ordered to do so. He carefully kissed her outer folds, then moved up and put a very soft kiss right over her clit.

"Enough.", she commanded. "Time to punish you." She pushed his face away, then slowly and gently let the riding crop run along his right cheek and under his chin. She smirked. "Fetch me the cane. Once again, no hands."

He crawled over to the bag and scanned through it with his snout again. There were quite a few canes in it, and his Mistress hadn't specified which one he was supposed to fetch her, so he chose the hardest, the one he thought would hurt most, hoping his Mistress would be pleased with his choice. Once again, he returned to his Mistress and offered the cane to her.

She took it from his muzzle and looked at it for a moment. "Interesting choice", she said. "You really are a pain slut, aren't you, buck boy?"

"This stag knows the importance of discipline, Mistress", Baldr responded.

"You do?", his Mistress inquired. "Then why do I see no results, buck boy?" She waited for a moment, then she stood up. "But enough with the idle chatter!" She pointed at the table in front of her. "Bend over that table! I'll give your ass a caning that you won't forget in a while!"

Baldr complied, bent over the table and raised his ass, preparing for the impact.

His rear exploded in delicious pain as his Mistress brought the cane down onto him with all the force she could muster. "One", she counted. "What do you say to your Mistress?"

"Thank you, Mistress", Baldr whimpered obediently. Only a second later, he let out a loud yelp as the cane descended onto his ass once more.

"Two", Spring Breeze counted. "Pathetic. You can't even take a little beating, can you?"

"Th... this slave will obediently take his punishment, Mistress. Th... thank you."

"Good to hear that you aren't a complete pussy", Spring Breeze said. "But no more whimpering!" She brought down the cane on his ass again. "Three."

"Thank you, Mistress", Baldr thanked her once again. His Mistress immediately continued with the onslaught. She counted, and he obediently thanked her for every single hit, containing his whimpering as good as he could. But eventually, he couldn't contain his tears any more.

Spring Breeze moved closer and embraced him from behind, gently holding him close. She was back to her loving, caring self now, providing comfort for his beaten body. She brought her face close to his. "You took that very well, my love", she said, gently caressing his head with her right hand. With her left, she started to caress his butt, and the soreness caused by the cane made him feel the gentleness of her caress even more intensely.

"Mistress... that's wonderful, mmh... thank you so much", Baldr mooed. For a moment, he felt like a cow in the arms of her Master. He had come to love these moments – moments where he could give up all pride, all care, and just let himself fall into the arms of a Mistress that was harsh, but cared deeply for him. "Thank you for the discipline, Mistress. This slave will try his best to please Mistress from now on."

Spring Breeze chuckled. "Ha, I doubt that!", she whispered in his ear. "We both know that you love my beatings far too much to be a good boy, don't we?" She chuckled again. "And I love disciplining you too much to let you."

Baldr had to chuckle as well. "As always, Mistress is right."

Still bent over him, she now caressed his butt with both hands. "Mh, you have such a nice rear", she said. "I would love to peg that now. Do you think you can take it after the beating I gave you?", she asked.

Baldr sighed. "Yes, Mistress. This slave is at your disposal." He knew it would be painful, and he looked forward to it. "Just... w... I mean... will you be gentle, Mistress?"

Spring Breeze smiled a little. "I think I can grant you that wish, buck boy", she whispered into his ear.

Then, she let go of him. "Alright", she said. "Fetch me the strapon! It's in the bag. You may use your hands this time."

Baldr went to the ground and on all fours again, then crawled over to the bag again and skimmed through it. The strapon were easy to find, so he fetched it and brought it over to his Mistress. He looked at it more closely. Spring Breeze had gotten it only recently. It seemed to be a new model, capable of storing a small amount of a synthetic substance with a consistency similar to cum if the mare who used it squeezed a knot-like button on the inner end of the dildo with the inner muscles of her vaginal passage. A marvelous invention, although some of these devices had been used for darker purposes in the past. He remembered that Ari had told him about a stage play he had seen in Canterlot during the Dainn regime that had used similar devices as props. They had probably been developed during that period as well, although the king had them banned quickly because they were not in line with his ideology. After the restoration of the Principality, some clever sales-ponies must have dug them out. Sex toys were not strictly speaking illegal in the new regime, but frowned upon, and their trade was heavily regulated, so it was a little miracle that Spring Breeze had been able to find one. He guessed they had used actual cum – possibly warbeast cum – for these devices during the Dainn regime, but thanks to pony ingenuity, they now used a purely synthetic replacement of similar color and consistency.

"Help your Mistress put this on.", Spring Breeze commanded, now back to her harsh, domineering self.

"Yes, Mistress", Baldr said. While Spring Breeze pushed the inner part of the dildo inside of her, it was his job to buckle on the belt. That meant he had to move his body in a position where the outer part of the dildo was close to his face, rubbing against its side – a first humiliation.

"Good", Spring Breeze said. "You were surprisingly quick this time. Now lube it."

Baldr began to lick the outer part of the dildo enthusiastically, lubing it with his own saliva.

"Enough!", Spring Breeze eventually commanded. "Assume your position again."

Baldr stopped, returned to the table, bent over it again, and stretched out his ass towards his Mistress. "This slave begs for a good pegging, Mistress.", he begged.

"Very well, then", Spring Breeze responded coldly. "I will give you what you want, buck boy."

As she positioned the dildo at his rear entrance and slowly pushed past the ring of muscles, he let out a low moo at the mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Baldr felt his body reacting to the intrusion as his muscles squeezed around the fake phallus. He had to blush as he felt his own cock hardening from the sensation – as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he felt aroused by the intrusion. She very slowly and gently moved in as far as it went, then pulled out a little again. As she finally started to peg him slowly but harshly, he could not help but moan loudly.

While she continued to peg him, Spring Breeze's hand reached around and grabbed his cock. "You're actually getting turned on by this, aren't you, buck boy? Moaning in pleasure as you get it in the ass! I think you're lying to yourself. You are a faggot after all."

"Mistress... it just arouses me to please you", Baldr whimpered. "That's all, really!"

Spring Breeze gave her slave's ass a good slap. "Keep telling yourself that, buck boy. You're convincing no one. I know you really secretly want to have big dicks in your ass all the time." She continued with another slap. "Filthy caribou."

Baldr whimpered a little, but stopped contradicting his Mistress. If she wanted him to be her little faggot, he would be her little faggot. He suddenly imagined himself serving her breakfast in a maid's uniform, or posing for her in a skimpy dress, and the thought made him blush. Her domination showed him sides of himself that he hadn't known before. He couldn't imagine doing these things for any other reason, but he would do almost anything to please her. Things that really weren't his thing suddenly felt good when his Mistress demanded them. He had always been conscious of his submission fantasies, but Spring Breeze made him realize how far his submissive tendencies really went. Sometimes it felt hard to remain in control over them - but he had to. Not only, but also not least because self-control was another thing his Mistress demanded of him.

She continued to spank his ass harshly while boring the hard, fake phallus into him, chuckling at his whimpers and taking delight from his humiliation. A year ago, she wouldn't even have imagined that she could be this sadistic – but with a submissive partner who consented and was into it, who loved and trusted her and whom she really loved, she could live out fantasies of domination she previously hadn't even really been consciously aware of. She never lost the separation between play and life, fantasy and reality even for a moment – she had a better grip on it than Baldr – but when they were playing, she could let go of her usual contained, down-to-earth self for a while, and let this other side of her personality, this inner beast of hers, come out for a moment. She had to admit, it felt good to be in charge like this, and to exert her power like this - particularly because she knew Baldr also liked it. Even at those moments when he hated it. Particularly at those moments when he hated it.

She continued to peg him, and he played along, moving in sync with the rhythm she had established. Eventually, she reached around with her right hand, grabbing his cock again and beginning to stroke it. "You're doing well, buck boy", she said. "As a reward, and because I'm a merciful Mistress, I'm going to make you come as well. You may thank me, slave."

"Thank you, Mistress!", Baldr responded obediently.

She was surprised to feel how rock-hard he was. She knew he wasn't too fond of getting anything up his ass, but when his Mistress did it, and when he endured it for her pleasure and amusement, it somehow managed to really turn him on. It was similar with many other things as well – including mundane, nonsexual things like food. It was astonishing how much delight he took from submission. He himself had ever only seen similar degrees of submission from caribou females. The traditional ideology of caribou culture was clearly by far too undifferentiated to account for real diversification – but he humbly had to admit that even the quite a bit more open and progressive ideas of his own family hadn't prepared him for this.

Now choosing an altogether gentler approach, Spring Breeze continued to fondle his cock while she kept pegging him, taking delight in his shift from moans of discomfort to moans of pleasure. When she noticed that he was about to come, she started to grind herself against the inner part of her dildo as well in order to reach her own climax.

As soon as he had come, she let go of his cock and gave a few more thrusts, finally coming herself as well. Once she had reached her own climax, she squeezed on the little button inside her, releasing the fluid from the dildo into him, which caused him to let out another moan – this time neither of pleasure nor of physical discomfort, but of humiliation.

She giggled a little as she pulled out and removed herself from her husband, then undid the belt, put out the dildo and put it aside. Then, she grabbed his leash and gave it a good tug, and he followed her.

Once he had gotten off the table he had been bent over, she grabbed him and pushed his face down to the ground, right to the spot where his cum had dripped down. It was not too easy for her due to his larger size and muscular built, but he gave no resistance.

"Now look at the mess you made, buck boy", she scolded him.

"I apologize, Mistress", Baldr responded obediently. "I know how much Mistress cares about a clean living room."

"Well, then you know what to do. Clean it up.", his Mistress commanded. "Face down, ass up, and remove the mess you made. Pronto!"

He sighed, then started to lick up his own cum. To add to his humiliation, Spring Breeze fetched a paper towel and began to roughly clean up his ass. He blushed heavily as he continued to clean the floor, making sure not a single drop of his mess survived the process.

Once he had finished, Spring Breeze tugged on his leash again. "Hurry up, boy! Mistress wants you in her bedroom."

Baldr instantly turned around and followed his Mistress on all fours as she went through the door to the bedroom.

"Can you go again?", she asked, half returning to her normal, more caring self. "Or do you need some more time?"

"I think I should be able to be at your service, Mistress", he answered. "After all, you know how to get me hard if you want my services."

Turning around and now towering in front of him, presenting her features to his view, she laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess that's true." She was back to her dominating self now. "Very well then, buck boy. Get onto the bed, and on your back." She was back to her dominating self now.

Baldr obediently crawled onto the bed, then laid on his back. His Mistress then opened the drawer of her nightside table and took out two handcuffs. "The usual", she said, chuckling a little.

"Mistress, may I speak?", Baldr asked.

"Very well, slave", she said. "Speak your mind."

"I have a different suggestion for our wedding night", Baldr informed her. "Remember what we talked about a while ago? I asked Zecora for it earlier today. I kept it in one of the drawers in the living room. If Mistress wishes it, I can fetch it."

In an instant, Spring Breeze was back to normal. "So you really want to do this, huh? Still not sure if I'm comfortable with this idea."

"Please, Mistress", Baldr said. "We talked about it. We know of the possible risks, and of what to do when something goes wrong. I have the antidote as well, it should take effect immediately. But I'm sure we won't need it. You did say you were interested in trying it someday, and what better day than our wedding night."

"Still… this degree of objectification… are you sure you can handle it?", Spring Breeze mumbled.

"Don't worry about me", Baldr said. "I'm fairly convinced I can take even harder things if it's by your hand. I enjoy being helpless and at your whim, and suffering for your pleasure. If you don't want to do this because you fear how it might affect you, we don't have to do it. But I would like to try it out. Being absolutely helpless as you inflict whatever pain you wish on my body, and use it for whatever kind of amusement you desire."

Spring Breeze smiled. "You're getting me wet, Baldr. Alright then. But first, let me get a few tools", she remembered, standing up and going to a nearby cupboard, pulling out a few different types of fairly soft riding crops. "Gonna work your body while you can't do anything. I don't want to do anything too harsh to you though. After all, you won't even be able to properly express your pain."

"I was hoping for hot wax", Baldr admitted.

"Are you serious?", Spring Breeze asked.

"Oh please", Baldr said. "It's not like I've never felt hot wax before."

When it came to heat play, Baldr and Spring Breeze had gone far beyond that. Candles had been in their repertoire for a long time, but a few months ago, Baldr had discovered old burn marks on the arm of his friend Eadgil. When he asked where they originated from, his friend had told him that he used to put out cigarettes on his own arm when he was younger. Surprised, Baldr had told Eadgil that he had no idea his friend was that masochistic – but Eadgil had told him that he didn't do it out of masochism. Baldr decided to inquire further why his friend had done it, then.

"To make the pain go away", Eadgil had responded.

For a moment, Baldr had become worried about his friend – but by that time, he already knew a few things about his friend that shed light on his statement. So he had just nodded in understanding.

His friend must have picked up his concern. "It's okay, Baldr", he had added. "I have it under control."

Baldr had nodded again, and they had left it at that. But it had also made him intrigued about how a cigarette on skin felt like, so he had brought it up with Spring Breeze. Reluctant at first, but without inquiring further where he had gotten the idea, she had agreed to trying it out. They had done it a few times, but then Spring Breeze had decided to stop. Baldr knew he could take it, so as far as he was concerned, it was her decision to make.

Back in the Here and Now, Spring Breeze shook her head. "It will be different this time", she reminded him. "Remember, with what we're about to do, you will barely be able to react to the pain or express it. You will have to face it head-on."

"I'm absolutely certain I can take it", Baldr responded with conviction in his voice. "It's just hot wax. You know we've done far more than that. To be honest, I don't even find hot wax that painful. As a matter of fact, it's kind of relaxing."

Spring Breeze chuckled. "Alright, then. You get the potion while I prepare the candles."

Baldr nodded and got up from the bed.

"On all fours, of course!", Spring Breeze insisted, chuckling again.

"Of course, Mistress", Baldr replied and immediately complied, crawling out of the room on all fours.

When he passed by his Mistress, she gave him a good slap to the butt. "Hurry up, buck boy! This is going to be fun!", she said. "And don't forget the antidote."

Baldr nodded and crawled through the living room to a big cupboard, where he kept the box with the two flasks. Opening it, he picked them up. It would be difficult to carry both flasks while still crawling. He inquired them more closely. They were solid zebra ceramics. There was a good chance they wouldn't even break when dropped from shoulder height while standing upright, at least unless one put quite a bit of force into the throw. He chuckled. He had just found the solution to his problem.

Carefully, he picked up the first flask and tried to balance it on the back of his broad, muscular shoulders. That worked surprisingly well. Then he picked up the second flask and put it beside the other. Balance was shaky, so there was a good chance he would drop one of them on the way, maybe even more than once – but he would just pick it up again and continue. He chuckled again. The delay would also give his Mistress further incentive not to be too gentle with him. He already looked forward to the punishment.

Slowly and carefully, he moved across the living room. Half-way through it, he indeed lost balance and one of the flasks fell from his shoulder, rolling across the living room. Following it, he discovered that it had indeed survived the Fall without a scratch. He picked it up and placed it on his shoulders again, returning on his way to the bedroom. This time, everything went well.

When his Mistress saw him like that, she chuckled. "I have to say, quite inventive. You just reminded me why I married you. I think I might use you for tasks like that in the future." She thought for a second. "Although that did take you an awfully long time. I'm not going to punish you this time, but we will have to work on that."

Baldr sighed. "Yes, Mistress. I am at your service."

She chuckled, showing him an assortment of differently colored candles. "Good, because I'm going to turn the surface of your body into a piece of art."

"That sounds lovely, Mistress", Baldr responded. "Too bad I won't be able to see too much of it. But I know that it will be an amazing view to my Mistress."

Spring Breeze looked down on him. "It already is, buck boy."

Then, the mare's look turned to the two bottles, which her buck boy was still balancing on his back. "So which one is the paralysis potion, and which one is the antidote?", she asked.

»Paralysis potion« was a bit of a misnomer – which was no surprise, given that Dainn himself had come up with the name, probably because he couldn't pronounce the zebras' own name for the concoction. Baldr himself had experienced difficulties to say it correctly. The potion didn't actually cause paralysis, and if it had, it would not have been suitable for Dainn's purposes, since paralysis made the limbs go limp, and Dainn wanted them to go rigid. Instead, the potion put the body into a magically induced kind of trance. In this state, the brain would signal the body of the recipient that it was asleep, while it was in fact fully aware. As a result, the recipient would remain fully conscious, but their entire body from the neck downwards would stop responding to their commands, and they would also only have limited control over their facial movements, making them unable to speak, and also limiting their methods of nonverbal communication to not much more than blinking. The zebras themselves actually used it for recreation, and in combination with other drugs in rituals and spiritual journeys – but under the Dainn regime, it had been used for a darker purpose. Particularly in the Royal Palace and in the mansions of ponies rich and influential enough to be able to afford a zebra slave capable of brewing these concoctions, they had been used to punish particularly resistant black collar mares, turning them into living statues, unwillingly fully exposed to the gazes and touches of males and red collars for hours. The effect of the potion usually ended within a few hours naturally, or within mere minutes after the antidote was administered.

Baldr and Spring Breeze would use the potion for kink, but as he saw it, their use was closer to its original purpose in zebra culture than to how Dainn and his ilk had used them. Luckily for him, Zecora had agreed to this assessment, knowing of the fully consensual nature of Spring Breezes' and Baldr's relationship. He half suspected that Zecora's own upbringing had also played a role in her judgment. While Zebrica itself didn't use any physical or magical punishments except for the most heinous crimes, it was still a matriarchal charismatic theocracy, to an even higher degree than Equestria had been before Dainn's conquest, so there was a good chance that she had subconsciously seen Spring Breeze as his »priestess«. He guessed that in a certain way, this wasn't too far away from reality.

"The red one contains the potion", Baldr responded to Spring Breezes question. "The blue one is the antidote."

She picked up the bottles and placed the blue one on the nightside table. "So we're really doing this", she said, more to Baldr than to himself.

Baldr nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I can hardly wait."

"Very well then", she said. "Get back on the bed, and on your back."

He immediately complied. "I'll need to get hard first", he reminded her. "Once the paralysis takes effect, I will keep my erection and not be able to come until it wears off – but if I'm not hard, I doubt anything will get me hard once I've taken it."

"I have not forgotten, buck boy.", his Mistress responded harshly.

"My apologies, Mistress", Baldr said sheepishly. "There is another thing I need to mention. Since this is going to involve pain, Zecora told me that it would be good if we could prevent me from accidentally biting on my tongue while I'm under the effect of the potion."

Spring Breeze chuckled. "I see what you're getting at, buck boy. Since you won't be able to speak anyway, I have no objections." She went to the nightside drawer and took out a soft rubber ball gag. "I guess we'll have to wait with that until after you've taken the potion. Thinking of it, it's probably a good idea anyway. It'll give you something to bite on, and that'll help with the pain. Now lie down on your back again, buck boy."

Baldr lied down on the bed on his back, putting his head on the cushion, waiting for his Mistress.

After placing the ball gag and the potion right next to his head, Spring Breeze entered the bed. "Not a move, buck boy!", she said in a playfully threatening way. Then, she went down on him with her hands and muzzle, getting him fully erect again in no time.

Finally, she moved up again, her entire body lying on top of his now. Then she picked up the potion. "This is your last chance to back out", she said. "I ask you one last time. Do you really want to do this?"

"We both know that I won't back out now, Mistress", Baldr said. "Not after making the effort of carrying the two flasks on my back all through the living room."

Spring Breeze sighed, then picked up the potion. "Very well, buck boy. Open up."

Baldr opened his muzzle, and Spring Breeze put the flask to his lips. Putting her hand under his chin, she made him empty the bottle, then quickly grabbed the ball gag, put it in and fixated it behind his head.

"Alright, since blinking is your only means of communication for the next hours, I hereby decide that three blinks in quick succession signal that you need a short break", Spring Breeze said. "Five blinks in quick succession if you want the antidote."

Baldr mumbled something into his ball gag, but the mumbling died down when the magic of the potion started to take effect.

"Furthermore, if I ask a question, I expect you to respond", she commanded. "One quick blink for Yes, two for No. Understood?"

Baldr gave one quick blink in response.

"Good", Spring Breeze said, right before moving her hands back to his cock and giving it a few good rubs. She had to chuckle. "This is so rock-hard and barely reacting, I don't doubt for a second that it'll indeed remain like this for the entirety of the potion's effect." She chuckled again. "It's almost more like a dildo than like a stag's cock. Seems like you'll be my fuck puppet for the next few hours. Oh, I'm going to have fun with you." She gently let her hand run across his cheek. "My little fuck puppet."

She sat up on top of him and slowly engulfed his cock with her vagina. "I'm going to ride this fuck puppet all night long!" Stretching her back and presenting her body to him, she chuckled a third time. "Aw, poor Baldr! Being ridden by the Mistress of your dreams and not being able to cum… it must be hell for you. Oh, I'm going to enjoy this to the fullest!"

She started to ride him, simply enjoying herself for a few minutes, before she stopped and picked up the first candle. "Let's begin with green", she decided. "I wonder what they're made of, hmm… wax, probably." She struck a match and lit the candle in her hand. "But I still have no idea how they get their different colors. Eh, never mind anyway." Starting to ride him again, she let the first drop fall onto his chest. "For you, they're made of nothing but pure pain."

She hated to admit it to herself, but in moments like these, she sometimes secretly imagined herself as some kind of devious villain, doing this to a helpless victim. She sometimes shuddered at the thought of what she might have become if the Crystal Heart's spell had turned the mares into rapist monsters instead of the stallions. She consoled herself with the thought that it would probably have affected other mares in similar ways, even most of those without her inclinations. The difference was probably just that she was acting out her fantasies with a consensual partner, and was therefore able to reflect on such possibilities consciously. Maybe that might even have weakened the effect on her. Equestria's wizards and other experts on magic were still not fully certain why exactly some stallions had been incorruptible by the spell's influence, and with the artifact gone, there was a good chance they would never find out. In any case, the thought still scared her a lot, which was one reason why she put so much emphasis on keeping play and life strictly separated, even despite Baldr's occasional attempts to blur the line.

Once the first drop hit Baldr's chest, he knew Spring Breeze had been right. Facing the pain head-on without any way to react to it or express it was different from the usual feeling. It felt far more intense. Baldr wanted to moan, but no sound escaped his muzzle. He was far away from blinking three times - but he had to admit to himself, it was more overwhelming than he had suspected. The combination of the pain and the pleasant view of his Mistress enjoying herself riding his cock and painting his body with hot wax was outright ecstatic. There was no way he would want to stop this now. He would go through with this to the very end.

Continuing to ride him, and to cover large parts of his body with the wax, Spring Breeze also occasionally let a drop or two fall on her own breasts, letting her other hand run over it afterwards to give her buck boy a nice show as well. It was both reward for his services and another form of torture, since she knew his arousal would rise, but any chance of release was denied, not even by herself, but by the reality of the situation. For the same reason, she also occasionally pushed her lips on his, usually after one candle had burned down, before she picked up the next. This was also the perfect time to distribute the wax on his body with her hands in order to prevent it from accumulating in one spot, which could have caused more severe burns, and to use water and a cooling ointment for similar reasons – which were also wonderful ways to tease him even more. The rubber gag prevented her from actually kissing him, but she still licked around his muzzle. She had come to the conclusion that she found treatments that caused him not only pleasure or pain, but both at the same time, particularly arousing – which is why orgasm denial had become a big part of their sexual life. Baldr went along with it willingly, even enthusiastically – by now he knew that the release would be even more rewarding if he managed to go through with it as long as his Mistress wished.

When she got to the last candle, she had lost count of how often she had already come. Baldr's body was covered in wax of different colors almost entirely, except for the legs, the cock and the face. She found that she had done good work. It was indeed a sight to behold. He had not blinked three times so far, let alone five, and there were no signs of any other issues. She was proud how well he was taking it. She really looked forward to hearing the report of what had happened from his perspective.

She wanted to try something else, so she let the first three drops of the last candle fall on his face – two on his left cheek and one on his right. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but he didn't give the blinking sign. They almost look like bloody tears, she thought for a moment. They definitely added to the overall picture of her artwork, but she decided to leave it at that and use the rest of the candle on other parts of his body.

She started to ride him again while doing so, and finally reached her last orgasm for the night only shortly after the candle had burned down. She felt exhausted, but there was one last thing she had to do. Standing up and moving over to the cupboard, she pulled out a camera. For the first shot, she moved to the front of the bed. "Smile for me, buck boy", she said with a devilish grin before taking the first photo. Then, she entered the bed and sat on top of him again, taking another photo from this perspective. Then, she moved her face very close to his. "For you, buck boy", she whispered. "So you can admire your Mistress' amazing piece of art tomorrow."

She put the camera on the nightside table, then picked up the bottle with the antidote. Baldr wanted to protest, but obviously couldn't – but then again, as far as he was concerned, it was ultimately her decision anyway. She undid the ball gag, then squeezed his cheeks with her hand to force his muzzle open a little, pouring the liquid from the flask into his muzzle, finally forcing it down his throat. "I'm tired and I want to sleep, and there is no way I'm leaving you helpless while I'm in dreamland", she explained to him. "Plus, there are great things ahead of us with our travel to Zebrica tomorrow. You will need sleep." Baldr was the first stag to gain permission from Luna to leave the closed areas designated for the remaining caribou population freely for their honeymoon. Even Eadgil had only moved between Freeville, Hornvik, and a few of the other reeducation camps, and always accompanied by Royal Guardponies.

Spring Breeze let herself fall onto the bed, half beside him, half on top of him, with her left hand lying on his left shoulder. She felt exhausted – and she couldn't even begin to fathom how he must feel now.

After a few minutes, the antidote started to take effect, and Baldr felt life returning to his body – but he realized moving it was still difficult due to all the wax. He also felt that he was losing his erection. He wouldn't come tonight, but he didn't mind. This had been an amazing trip.

"Wow!" was the first thing he said once he was able to speak again. "That was amazing!"

"So you enjoyed it?", Spring Breeze asked. "I have to admit, I was worried a few times that you were in agony and just couldn't blink for some reason. Particularly when I dropped the wax on your face."

"That wasn't agony", Baldr said. "That was ecstasy. It was outright spiritual. I understand now why the zebras use this for spiritual journeys. It was amazing."

"I'm happy for you. It was also amazing for me", Spring Breeze said. "But I'm really tired, and I think so are you. Is it okay if I remove the wax tomorrow? Will you be able to sleep?"

"I'm fine", Baldr confirmed.

"Good. Tomorrow, I'll get this wax off your body, and then I'll rub your entire body with ointment. And then I'll get myself a mouthful of my buck boy's delicious cock. After what you've been through, you deserve a reward, my sweet little buck boy. And then we'll make last preparations for our honeymoon."

Baldr smiled a little. "Thank you, Mistress."

They both fell asleep quickly.

Baldr awoke from the touch of Spring Breeze's hand peeling off the wax from his body and treating it with ointment. It would probably hurt for a few days, but he knew his Mistress would take good care of him during that time.

After she had finished with the task, she gave him his reward, just as promised. He was pent up at this point. As he felt her muzzle and tongue on his cock, he felt his orgasm approaching quickly as a result of his inability to come last night. When Spring Breeze mumbled her permission for him to come, he didn't hold back, and came almost immediately.

Spring Breeze spit out his cum into a jar she had placed beside him. "Wow, seems like my buck boy was really pent up, huh", she said. "After yesterday night, I'm not surprised." She smiled at him, and Baldr smiled back.

"So, shall we start our preparations for our honeymoon now?", Baldr asked, slowly getting up.

"Yes, but before I forget it, Princess Luna has given me a letter for us. Something about a new task she wants to assign to the Freeville community." She went to the nightside desk and took out a parchment with a royal seal, then handed it to him. "What are you waiting for?", she asked. "Open it."

Baldr complied immediately, broke the seal, then unrolled the scroll and started to read. "Oh", he said. "This is interesting."

"What is it?", Spring Breeze asked.

"Princess Luna praises the Freeville community for the job of restoring her old castle, and setting up a town around it. She wants to give us a similar task of a somewhat greater scope now, here in the Everfree Forest."

"Oh?", Spring Breeze asked. "Another castle? I didn't even know there were more castles in Everfree."

Baldr shook his head. "This isn't just another castle. This is apparently an entire city that was abandoned centuries ago, if not longer. The Princesses are apparently the only ones who still know where it is, but Luna assumes it didn't completely fall apart. It seems to be more closely connected to the magic of the forest than her own castle. Or at least that's what she believes."

"Oh. Interesting. It seems like the Princesses are keeping quite a few secrets from Equestria's population. First this mysterious Realm south of Zebrica, then vague hints of more powerful and dangerous beings from dreamspace, and now an entire lost city in the Everfree Forest. I wonder what else they're keeping from us."

"Hm", Baldr just made.

"Do you think they might even know something about the origin of your people that they aren't telling us? Or maybe about what happened to Discord?"

"I really don't know", Baldr admitted. "This sounds like nutty conspiracy talk, but then again, Princess Luna just admitted that the Princesses know things no other pony in Equestria knows about. I guess all rulers have their secrets, but in case of the Princesses, I trust them to have good reason to keep some things to themselves. This is a strange land, not as harsh as our own homeland, but clearly not without its dangers. But then again, among the two of us, it's clearly you who is the expert on Equestria and its history."

Spring Breeze laughed. "Yeah, that's true. But… I got nothing. Before your people came here, we used to trust our rulers to a very high degree, and we didn't ask what secrets they kept from us as long as they kept us safe. Now, things have changed a little, that's all. But then again, all these mysteries of our homeland suddenly start to matter again."

"It's always like this in times of crisis, isn't it?", Baldr asked.

"You're right", Spring Breeze admitted. "We can talk about that more during the next weeks. We should inform the residents of Freeville that we will take up this task once we've returned, but for now, I think the best thing to do is focus on our honeymoon." She smiled at him lovingly.

"As always, you're right, Mistress", he said, smiling back at her.

Author's Notes:

Diana is Schorl Tourmaline's OC. Used with her permission.

Thanks to Rylasasin, Schorl Tourmaline, Kix, and Lijielong for proofreading and critical input. You guys are awesome.

Writing this was difficult and took me a long time. When it comes to writing BDSM clop, femdom isn't exactly my area of expertise. It was also a lot of fun to write though.

I'm a bit sorry that I had to introduce Star Charmer as a side character here before re-introducing her in Freeville Chronicles. Some of my newer readers don't know her yet. She will already be re-introduced in the next chapter though.

I should have a cover image for this in a few days as well. The SFW version will be used as the cover image here, and an NSFW version will be on Derpibooru. Edit: Seems like the NSFW version of the cover image isn't going to happen any time soon.