What stamina~ she had. Filnon fought and squirmed as a Mistress would when their pet had tricked them into such a situation and was now playing most vigorously with them. And Estaria rolled with her, teasing her, pushing her to the edge only to pull her back and make her groan with need and desire, and then repeating the who process all over again. It took a long time and several long-awaited releases of her needy desire before Filnon stopped responding, breathing lightly and barely twitching. Finally, she had driven her lover to unconsciousness. Her wife. So beautiful...How would she look in that maid uniform that Es had since lost? How would she look dressed up in Es’ old leathers. How would she look in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle?

“Perfect” Estaria whispered, kissing Filnon’s head and then unchaining her and removing all the restraints. Cleaning up the mess and tucking her in, Es went out to the Arena. With normal slaves were told when and where they were fighting, famous warslaves like Estaria had a freer reign of things, as they brought great revenue and entertainment to the city.

“Estaria! Great timing.I was just about to send a message. Someone has requested you in the arena, set up a fight and everything” The arena manager exclaimed, walking over to check her out and make sure she was all ready. “Paid a lot to the arena to make this happen, and we are set to have a fortune on bets and admission fees. So get out there and entertain the crowd” he exclaimed. Estaria was of such fame and skill that her weaponry was her own business these days. Which was good, because that allowed her to try out her new toys. Standing at the gate, she used the hotkeys to quickly equip her Orphaned Child and Talon Of Khaine, and activate Witch Dance. Though it only worked with melee weapons, she didn’t want to forget to activate it in battle. She gave it some thought for a moment and then decided that the first one out of the gate would be one she take down with the Longbow. And then the repeater for a few shots before putting it back in her inventory and using her Blades.

Though she was surprised to see who was arrayed in front of her. Storming out of the gate with impressive discipline and heavy armour, were Executioners. A dozen of them with their long blades, coming for Estaria without a second’s hesitation. Not something that was going good. Even with her armour penetration, Executioner Armour was strong stuff, and so she sub-targetted the foot of the lead guy. The arrow struck hard, and his movement immediately ceased, causing a stumble from the run speed suddenly being stopped and being knocked over by the man behind him crashing into him. A second arrow went to another Executioner’s torso, and then she had to put the Talon away and ready her flails. They fit beautifully into her hands, felt so right, and so strong. Launching one of the flails at the Executioner on the left trying to flank her, he managed to dodge the blow enough for it to take a chunk out of his armour rather than him. The second flail was whipped outwards, the chain rattling as the bladed edge took a large piece out of the Executioner’s luck bar.

But, even as she recovered her flails and got to a second attack, she was forced into a whole new form by the way the Executioners attacked with magnificent synchronicity. Blades flowed and blood spilled, luck depleted and Estaria claimed the lives of two of the Executioners, Critically wounding a third before she was forced to back out, using her System-enhanced speed to out-pace them and retreat. Bloodied and panting, she was a little above 50% health. Executioners were, after all, some of the best warriors in the whole kingdom, and armed equally. Her health was slowly crawling back up, but it would take a minute to get there. She could give them the runaround, using her Talon or her Flails to keep them at range, or wait for a few of them to bleed out the rest of their hp….

It took about eight seconds for her to cross the arena, and a few more for the Executioners. Her Flails made bleeding go twice as fast, and they lost stats while bleeding, so it would be slower. She spent four of them in contemplation, then drew her Talon again and stuck an arrow into the chest of the Executioner with the least health. He dropped dead, Overwhelming dealing enough damage for it to put him down despite the critical wound. The second draw waited till the Executioner was nearly on top of her, and then launched into his eye socket, splattering him across the ground. Leaping towards the next closest, she kicked him in the chest and pushed off him, flying into the air and swapping out her weapons again before throwing both of them to the man she had just kicked over. Titan’s Arm classed thrown Wrathflails as Throwing Weapons, and took the rest of his health. Four down. This fight was going to be a long fight. Her trickery would be less tricking as time went on, and she’d have to rely more on sheer martial power….

After a fight of a length so great she could not keep track, Estaria was left, surrounded by corpses of the fallen. Blood soaked everywhere on the grounds, and within it was the reflection of beings attending to Estaria’s reflection in the blood. Waiting for the arena gate to open, Estaria put her weapons away and walked through it, heading home. She was glad Filnon was not around, because that would be an exhaustion she couldn’t handle on top of this one. The woman was probably somewhere else planning Estaria’s punishment. That thought made her smile. It was, after all, the reason why she had done it. Getting herself a bath to clean off the blood, Estaria had dinner and went to bed. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be dropped with a dozen super-soldiers tomorrow. That was almost cruel of them. Of course, Estaria didn’t think anything of it, just that they wanted a spectacle, and she obliged them, as she always had since the very first day she got here.

Tomorrow came very quickly. She passed out in the bed with record speed, and woke up looking at Filnon. Though, not in the bed. No, she was strapped to some strange frame, a large bar across her mouth preventing her from talking. Arms tied into a helpless position - with chains enhanced by Magic so she could not break them - and her body ensnared with a harness. A pair of strange boots pushed her feet into an unstable position, and a corset pressed against every breath she took. Something else was strapped about her head, and these two large chunks blocked out most of her vision, preventing her from seeing anything around her. A large, thick collar with metal struts prevented her from turning her head, and the whole thing was quite, surprising.

“Morning~ You woke up just in time” Filnon exclaimed, sticking something thick and long up Estaria’s ass. The bar gag forced her cry of surprise to sound more like that of a horse’s whinny. “I decided to take a vacation at my friend's resort, and she trains Warhorses for a very esoteric underground arena. I thought it was perfect for you to learn how to be one. She heard about you and really wanted you in her stable” Filnon finished getting Estaria all tacked up and then went out of Estaria’s view, and cracked a leather crop against her ass.

This, was really out there. Estaria had expected something in retaliation, but this...was a lot. Though, Filnon was probably just falling back on what she knew how to do, as a way of dealing with the feelings she had for Estaria.

“Now, forward prance” Filnon ordered, and Estaria obeyed, her feet walking in a very strange stumble-walk. Not only were these boots off balance, but they were heavy as well, heavier than any footwear she had ever had. Only her agility prevented her from falling completely.

Staggering out of the door, she was able to see this estate was not just something that Filnon cooked up to carry on the play with Estaria. Dozens of women were prancing about, some with very confident steps, others stumbling over their own feet and collapsing into the mud. Some were naked but for their tack like Estaria, and the more confident ones, that seemed to be going around watching over and helping out the younger ones, were in a full cover of coloured clothing, everyone of them having a tail coming out of their ass, like Estaria. And the boots were stylized like hooves. Immediately, Estaria’s mind went to Ceal, and her eyes bulged with shock at the idea of what she was going to become.

“Now, don’t worry, you’ll not be a lactating pony like Ceal was, but you will learn to be a good pony for my friend. Don’t disappoint me, Estaria Nightfury~” Filnon whispered the last bit in Estaria’s ear, and it made her shudder. Such acknowledgement of their relationship, in such a situation was a most deeply confusing but equally arousing feeling.

A woman in black leather, carrying an ominous crop and walking with unparalleled confidence came over to Estaria, and grinned, hand reaching out to stroke her ass and abs.

“Mmm, Filnon. You truly have brought me a treat today” the woman told Filnon, smiling warmly at the bound up Es.

“Of course, dear. You deserve the best” Filnon replied, kissing her cheek and then heading into the house. The woman with the crop stroked it down her back, and then cracked it against Estaria’s ass.

“This crop shall be your new Lord and Master. It will guide you, shape you, assist you. Punish you and reward you. Now, let’s meet the rest of them, shall we?” The Druchii woman then lead Estaria into the field where the other ponies were prancing.

Estaria’s thoughts of this being a day or two were thrown out of the window as the weeks passed. She was taught how to prance, how to move like a Pony, and given a blue-clad ‘Sister’ who would guide her and teach her. The pony was called Rosencrans, though most referred to her as Blue from her clothes. She didn’t have a bit-gag, but whinnied anyway, and would bite Estaria if she made any mistakes. Though they were few because Estaria was a stubborn girl who learned quickly just to show Filnon that she would take this punishment and make it her own. Filnon would sometimes come out and take her on walks, and other times would just watch her in her morning routine or play with some pony while Estaria watched. At night, Estaria slept in the stables on a bed of hay, snuggling in with Rosencrans for comfort and a sense of community. Days would blur into a soup of extreme activity, prancing and cart pulling, learning crop signs and commands, how to behave and how to gallop when the situation called for it. She fell a few times in the early days, knocked over by rival ponies who wanted to preen and catch the eye of Mistress and her friends.

After basic training, and long after Estaria had given up questioning if Filnon was going to leave her here for more than just a week or two - long after Estaria had admitted that Filnon was just so superior to Estaria in this whole dominance and submission thing - Estaria was given a more focused curriculum. One that made her a true Warhorse rather than just a Pony. Blue was here again, and the two often practiced with each other as Estaria was going through the training. Sometimes Blue’s superior experience and understanding would let her win the spar, and she would take what she was owed, seemingly enjoying Estaria’s whinnies and nickers that came from such claiming. Though these became more distant as Estaria progressed, and it was more often her taking from Blue, under the watch of her wife. There was a really strange sense of hedonistic pleasure from doing it where her wife could watch.

Passing all the courses and acing the final tests, Estaria was given a new tack that looked identical to Blue’s own. It was the tack of true-blood Warhorses, who had finished all their trials and tribulations. Estaria and Blue shared their first proper kiss as the bit-gag was taken away, and then Estaria was shipped off to the underground arena. Here, she was given serrated hooves with weights to turn them into true weaponry rather than just boots. The fight with the screaming Berserker did not last long, as Estaria was an immense warrior before her training as a Warhorse. Blood spilled, the crowd cheered, and there was a deep sense of pride as she whinnied and bowed to the crowd. She was a proper Warhorse now, and could prance about the open field with her sisters, aiding the young things that needed help just keeping their balance in the mud.

Filnon came to her after the fight, and kissed her passionately. There was a glimmer in her eye, and the caressing hands toyed with the tail-plug.

“Mmmm, you know, I nearly decided to just hang up my boots and come work here as a Trainer forever. Leave you like this the rest of your life. You look so good in this tack. But, I can’t do that, unfortunately. A girl has to get back to work. But you are never going to lock me to the bed again, are you?” Filnon asked, booping Estaria’s nose. The look in her eye and the pointed question clued Estaria in on the legality of speaking rather than just making horse noises, but it had been a long time, and she had to spend a few moments remembering how to do that.

“This..” Estaria’s voice cracked and she coughed, working to get her voice back properly. “This, whole thing….has been because of that?” Estaria asked incredulously.

“Mmmm….85%. Keli did ask me if I could let her have you in her stable. That time just let me have a most apt excuse to bring you here without any guilt. But on the serious note, yea. Don’t, ever try that again, darling. Or I might just keep you in the tack forever~” Filnon then lead the pony back to the house, and got her out of her tack. After so long in it, it was strange to be out in the open again. And Estaria’s feet stood somewhat naturally on the balls now. Though Filnon had thought of this and brought a pair of lovely platform heels that were slopped and shaped perfectly for her to comfortably wear.

“I’m...going to miss Blue. We spent a long time together…” Estaria said, mostly to herself, before following Filnon back to the carriage, and home.

Har Garath was abuzz with activity, and their return was called for by none other than the Witch King Malekith. Word had reached him of this woman, and of the claims of kinship with Khaine. So he wished to test this. Estaria was brought into the arena, and on the other side, the gate did not open so much as explode as a massive Manticore burst out of it. Larger and more vicious than it’s normal kin from black magic and alchemy, the creature stared down Estaria and it’s tail swished with violent desire.