So a funny thing happened at The Society’s club this Hearth’s Warming Eve. I was up in the middle of the night, checking on the slaves with my minotaur bodyguard, making sure everyone got their presents: assorted sex toys, pet bowls of eggnog, whole passion fruits for a slave to have all to themselves, or just a little time with another slave they fancied. It all went well and good, but upon return to my chambers, we stumbled upon an intruder.
An earth pony, wearing a red fur trimmed jacket, with matching pants and hat, had invaded my room. He hunched over a stallion I had bound to my bed posts, a midnight snack I had chosen for this special occasion, seemingly undoing his shackles. In panic, I flipped a switch near my door to initiate lock down of the facility, which seals it completely, and prevents any magical means of escape by the use of black crystals placed within the walls of the facility. Good thing they were in place too, as the earth pony almost immediately tried to use some kind of spell to exit my via my fireplace. Who would have expected that!?
Anyways, the situation quickly degenerated into a screaming match between this stallion and myself, who was admittedly less than composed at the time. To be honest, the screaming part of that might have been a bit one sided, but that’s not the point. The sanctity of my chambers was violated, and this pony was attempting to free a slave, so it’s understandable that I wouldn’t be in the mood for a civil exchange of words. This went on for a few long, embarrassing minutes, until my bodyguard thought he heard the stallion call me a hoe. Not appreciating such words towards me, he knocked out the intruder with one mighty blow.
After restraining the stallion, we had to make a perimeter inspection to make sure the intruder didn’t have any accomplices. Awakening all the guards we had on hand, we searched around, checking every possible exit, even ventilation ports too small for a pony to normally fit through, until we went to check the smoke chute for my chimney. There we finally found something, and it was something incredible.
A red sleigh, large enough for a group of ponies, back seat filled with a rather large sack, with nine deer reigned to the front. They were just waiting there, clothed in brown uniforms with green trim that kept them warm on such a cold winter night. On the sight of them, questions filled my head, like how they managed to get a fully loaded carriage to the top of my building. More importantly though was my wonder in where this beautiful race of deer had come from. They were clearly distinct from the Antlertean breed found within the Society, with each sporting a large rack upon their heads, regardless of their gender.
Those questions were to be answered later though, as these creatures had to be rounded up. After a long, exhausting and embarrassing tussle with the group involving ropes, nets, and an exploration of my own acrophobia when I personally latched on to a buck with a oddly shining red nose as he tried to make a break for it, we managed to get the lot of them into the facility. Who would have expected deer, with no wings to speak of, to be able to fly. I would have been amazed if I wasn’t terrified after the crash landing.
After calming down though, I started to put the pieces together, and came to a brilliant conclusion to this odd event. The stallion in the red suit wasn’t an intruder, well he was, but not in the way I had assumed. He was an outside dominant who had somehow learned of our organization and wanted to join. He wasn’t trying to free the slave strapped to my bed, he was observing and admiring my handiwork. The only reason he tried to escape was because I was shouting my head off at him, and had I otherwise given him a chance to explain himself, he would have tried to barter his way in with that bag in the back of his sleigh, which was filled with an assortment of toys. An odd offering, but a pony is entitled to their eccentricities. How humiliating it was to make such a terrible mistake, but even the esteemed leader of The Society can be wrong.
Of course the deer, who called themselves ‘Reindeer’, tried to deny this when interrogated, but they were obviously trying to cover their own asses. They said they just worked for this ‘Santa Claws’, but their story just seemed too unrealistic. No, this was a dominant and his harem of slaves, of whom he had trained to see their enslavement as some sort of charity work, which is probably something that can be attributed to one of his fetishes. How ingenious of this stallion.
Unfortunately, the stallion has been unconscious for a few weeks now. My bodyguard hit him a little harder than I had assumed it seems, but when he awakens I intend to make him a full member of The Society, though he might need some proper training himself in how to conduct himself. Breaking into the houses of other doms is a no no, and the use of a heavier hand on his slaves wouldn’t be that bad in my opinion.
In the meantime, I’m personally training these deer myself in how to please their master, and making them available to every member for a small fee which will be transferred to their owner once he has made a full recovery and learned the ways of The Society. I must admit though, It’s too much fun training these reindeer. Reeming their nearly untouched holes, dressing them in kinky Hearth’s Warming themed attire, and coming up with creatively festive ways to tie them up (even after the holidays have passed). It will be a shame to have to relinquish them all back to their owner… Perhaps I can convince Mister Claws in parting with one. Maybe that red nosed one, he’s awfully cute.
(Sorry for this late Christmas image. This delay is what happens when you come up with a good idea for the holidays two days before the holidays come around. Still, the image looks really good, and I’m sure you’ll all love it. Here’s to hoping your holidays were enjoyable, and that the rest of your year is just as good.)
- Story by Schorl Tourmaline
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