P-21, it has Begun.

“P-13?”
I heard a distressed voice call out from behind me and turned around. Spotting P-2, badly bruised and bleeding from his nostrils. I lowered my head with a somber expression.
“What happened this time, P-2?”
He looked away and gave a sniff, rubbing his bloodied fetlock with a hoof.
“I… I spat it out… she hit me on my uvula, so I had a coughing fit… I… I couldn’t help it…”
I placed my hoof under his chin and lifted his head up to meet my gaze and spoke softly.

“It’s not your fault; most mares here are just evil assholes. If you can, try to get in on ‘Squirts’, Duct Tape or Marmalade’s queue. If you can muster up the courage to clear the first’s challenge, you will get an hour where you can do whatever you want. Well, within a frame of course, but that’s better than what most other mares offer. The second is actually rather okay, even if she’s very clingy and… odd… still, beats being beaten or forced to do some perverse shit. And the last, well… she likes to watch. You will have to do some weird stuff, but so far, all I’ve had to do has just been… uncomfortable…. Except when she found out about this thing called ‘sounding’, that was plain out scary and unpleasant. But she’s not hurt me yet… well, not on purpose… let’s just say about that last part that she knew how to get it in, damn did she know how to do that…”

I shuddered as a chill ran through my spine before continuing.
“But apparently the pages on how far in you were supposed to stick it, and how to retrieve it afterwards had been ripped out of the book. And we’ll leave it at that… although it was not that bad. I got a week off after that incident. Anyhow, if possible, try to avoid Daisy at all cost. I may not be a gynecologist, but I know a cunt when I see one. She’s big, mean, nasty, hung as well as endowed. You don’t want her to get on your queue. From what I’ve heard, she likes it hard, in the upper hole, and when done, she will “repay” you the favor. She apparently has one of those thingamajigs, the one which they stick in their own hole first. Not the one that’s simply a one way device. Oh, and apparently she’s strong as fuck, in ALL muscles. Seriously, she can break things if she clenches down on them inside her marehood… freaky shit if you ask me.

I paced around the other buck, looking him over.
“Well, it seems like your injuries are mainly superficial. They should heal in a couple of days. Unless you feel any of your pains are too much to simply ignore, I’d avoid going to medical. Sure, you get a few days off possibly, but you are more likely to get a bad jury rigging of your wound, get beat up for bothering them with petty injuries or punished in some other way for wasting their time. Mares are not your friend, it’s important that you learn this. If you somehow manage to find one of the few rare non-crazy, or well, less-crazy mare. Submit to them, do whatever they want. Even if it’s something gross. Trust me; it will be worth having a ‘friend’ that is a mare. If you can find one that gives you anything, anything at all back for things the other just will force you to do anyhow, jump at that chance. You will likely not get another chance at it. They are rare to find.”

I cleared my throat and gently looked over his wounds a final time, this time with physical contact involved. The young buck winced and quivered as I carefully stroked my hoof over his face.
“Apart from this black eye, I think you will be able to perform your work fully. Just try to lie down and rest until your next assignment. You will need it. It’s going to take a while for the blood to stop, just keep your head up high okay P-2?”
The young male sobbed softly and looked up at me, blood still trickling out of his nostril.
“B-but I don’t want to... can’t you help me hide? I don’t wanna go to Copper... she sticks things up my backdoor and suffocates me until I pass out...”

I drew a long exhale and brushed through his mane.
“Look, I know it’s not a pretty job, but if you don’t do it. She will just treat the next buck on her queue even worse, and you will get punished for bailing on your ‘duty’. You only get off the hook if you are in a cast or a casket... the later one metaphorically speaking of course, seeing how we just get tossed into the recycler. But trust me, you do not want to skip out on your work. In the long run, you will just regret it. You know how U-8 can’t run anymore, or how U-14 sometimes wheezes when he breathes? That’s what happens. Unless they deem you worthy of ‘early retirement’. I know it’s not much, but just try to think happy thoughts. We can try to do something fun tonight? Anyhow, I have to go empty my bladder now, I’m on Megavolt’s queue, and she’s recently found this spare spark battery charging talisman, and a pair of jumper cables...”

I let out another shaky breath and forced a smile onto my face.
“Well, seems like it will be a long night for both of us. But hey, remember that P-3 managed to win the affection of that culinary mare. If we’re lucky, he might have been able to fix either a snack, or some extra rations for tonight. So at least we have something to look forward to right? And hey, you’re a pinto buddy, mares dig that. Be glad for what you got genetically. I’m just another blue buck. But look at you:” I brushed my hoof through his mane and gave him a genuine smile. “You have a lovely combination of violet and creamy green, a beautiful long flowing azure mane and tail with streaks of mauve, if anything, you should have it easy to swoon a mare to having you as her bitch. And I can tell you, life gets a lot easier once a mare takes you under her wing. It’s allot of work to get there, but it is worth it. Just ask any of the other bucks.”

P-2 blushed and took a few steps back, sheepishly stroking his left leg.
“I-I guess... but I wouldn’t really feel right in being that deceptive, just abusing a mare for my own personal gains. Are you sure it’s right to do?”
I deadpanned and stared him square in the eyes.
“Look, P-2, we’re being exploited as sex slaves to these cunts every single day. If we have a chance to get back at them, we take it. And sure, we might be abusing the few nice mares, but we are giving them something back in return. Something they want. It’s a fair trade.”
I placed a hoof on the pinto’s shoulder and continued. “Look, I am willingly swallowing this one mares gunk, even though I think it tastes bad, just so she will let me read books. I’m giving another mare a shoulder to lean on, listening to her problems. And giving a third one affection and cuddles in return for her to show me how terminals work. I’d rather not do any of this, but I do it by free will, and you know why?” I gazed into his grey and orange eye.

He looked back at me, occasionally averting his gaze nervously before slowly nodding.
“Exactly. Since it gives me something in return. There’s plenty of mares here that loves to defile my face without giving anything back. I don’t give them any of my effort in being humiliated, but for those that offers something back, I actually do. Since they at least care enough to offer me something in return, not just treating us like warm, moving sex-toys. Those we should try to appease, even if they want you to do something you don’t want to. Just try to figure out if it would be worth it, okay? I can’t judge what you would seem as a fair trade, but at least think about it.”
The buck nodded again, this time with more assertiveness.
“I-I’ll try... thank you P-13... I don’t know what I’d have done without you... and actually, I have to say that cuddling seems like something nice... no mares has done that with me yet... just tossed me out after they were done with me or satisfied...”

I eyed the pinto over skeptically. I guessed each had their own fetishes and whatnot. I still found P-2 to be rather interesting. He was so naive, that and the fact his body seemed unsure of what colour to take. Everything about him was split in two; mane , coat, eyes, all of it. Heck, he was even bipolar to what little I knew about diagnoses. He scrapped the floor, looking at me before he turned around and began trotting down the hall again.
“Well, thank you once again. I’ll try to enjoy, or at least withstand it... I have to admit that my ass doesn’t hurt as much as the first time I got penetrated... and then I even know she was being gentle compared to what you’d told me about...” He coughed before resuming. “Your first...”
I scratched the back of my head and looked away.
“Yeah well... that’s behind me now. Just focus on the present. The past holds too much unpleasantries to look back into right? Anyhow, good luck out there rookie.”
I waved P-2 off before sighing, looking down at my Pipbuck, four minutes left...

* * *

“P-13, hey P-13! Goddess, you have to help me!”
I turned around and saw a panicked P-4 with tear stained cheeks and a limping leg. I inhaled deeply and looked at him with as much pity as I could muster before speaking softly.
“Daisy, I take it?”
He sniffed hard and sobbed several times before he simply nodded instead.
“What happened?
P-4 coughed up some blood, and then took a deep breath, steadying himself then opened his mouth to speak.
“Well… she had just finished rutting me for a second time, and I-I was really sore and on my fifth go, and it really hurt. I normally don’t do more than 3 times. I don’t have that good stamina you know… but she didn’t care...”

I saw him clenching his eyes shut, visibly trembling in pain before he continued.
“And, and well, she demanded that I mounted her again, and it really hurt, but she just kicked me in the kidney when I pleaded for a break or simply giving her head.”
He spat up some more blood, taking ragged breaths.
“S-so, I got up on her despite the agony in my loins and began to go for another round, hoping my hour was up soon. Then she started yelling at me, how she’d have to get medical to flush her clean, at first I was confused, but then I noticed to my horror that I had entered the wrong hole. I desperately tried to pull out, but she clenched tight around my stallionhood, then seconds later I found myself on the floor and… and… s-she… she…”

The azure buck began to shake violently and sobbed uncontrollably, pointing down under his stomach. I reluctantly kneeled down to inspect what the bitch had done. Had she attempted to neuter him? Broke some ribs? My thoughts were cut short and my eyes went wide at the horrific sight: The poor buck’s member hung limply from its sheath, swollen and overall looking horrible, partly due to being covered in… well, let’s just say Daisy was not the most hygienic of mares. I recoiled harshly and stumbled backwards, landing on my rump. Ow… that hurt, a lot… note to self: don’t land on your ass when storing something. Okay, I knew she was an evil bitch, but this? She had gone too far this time. I allotted a lot of the hate I had in me for this one specific mare. Daisy was the absolute bane of my existence, mine and several other bucks... and possibly some mares. She was at least up for several months’ suspension… unless she managed to smooth talk that overmare cunt. Goddess I hated them both so intensely…

I got back on my hooves and reached around, pulling out the small wrapped package from my… storage. And pushed it over to P-4.
“Here, I was saving this for when I might need it later. But… I think you should have it, under the circumstances… it’s my last one though, so I hope it last until medical can fix your erectile tissue… let’s take you there right now, we’ll have you patched up within the hour.”
He wiped his eyes and looked at me with an expression that reflected pained determination.
“Keep it P-13, they won’t fix it.”
I was taken aback by the reply, and stared at him completely flabbergasted.

“What are you talking about? They only want us for our dicks, of course they will fix it… although I do hope they will at least bother to cast an anesthetic spell, those fucking quacks…”
He looked back at me and spat out some blood with a crooked smile.
“They won’t have to… can you do me a favor P-13?”
I slowly nodded and looked into his orange eyes with concern.
“I know why you are still P-13. Despite there being two new bucks in the queue.”

I froze. My blood iced up and a shiver went down my spine. Sweat began to form on my brow.
“I… I want you to become P-12 for me… I can’t take this anymore P-13. It just hurts too much… and my barn door doesn’t even swing both ways like for most ponies . I only have a thing for these stupid mares. I would have loved to have you as more than a friend if I could P-13…”
Wait, why wasn’t he shocked, and what was h- my eyes went wide with realization.
“Oh no-no-no, no no no. I can’t do that P-4! You’re the closest thing I’ve ever had to a friend.”
He just gave me a weak smile and had another fit of coughing before rasping.

“Come on P-13… P-3 begged for you to not kill him, and you can’t kill a buck that is begging you to do it? I still remember how he tried insisting he could find a way to make the pain either go away, or get used to it. Then there was the sickening snap before he went limp… you can’t do that now though, there’s no broken door nearby you can blame. And I know you didn’t take care of P-11, you wouldn’t have let him suffer that much… would you?”

I began to shake as well, tears forming at my eyes. And he was right at a point… this was harder than killing somepony begging for their life… what had become of me? And why wasn’t he even slightly upset? Goddess… just stop staring at me with those eyes… those beautiful eyes. I tore my gaze away and hiccupped. I was going to have to do this, wasn’t I?

“Please… otherwise I’ll have to do it myself, and then I’ll be using that jagged pipe. And that will hurt a heck of a lot more. Plus, this way, we could try to frame Daisy for it. Please… I know I am asking much of you, but I’m not as strong as you… I can’t take this rape factory anymore. Will you please give me peace, P-13? Whatever is beyond this life, it’s surely better than what we got here… this is not worth living, spending our time between torment, agony and anticipation.”
I shakily nodded and approached him. Embracing him in a hug as tears began to fall.
“I won’t forget you…” I murmured softly, placing one hoof over his throat, shakily searching for the windpipe.

“Please try to. It will only tear you apart if you try to remember every buck that falls victim to this merciless machine… and besides, you know the new seven? He needs a mentor, a friend. Somepony like you… please take care of him… not ‘take care’ take care of him, but you know what I mean. From what I’ve seen of him, he is a lot like you… If you know what I mean… now hurry up, they might come looking for me here soon. Plus, my member is really, REALLY hurting if you didn’t realize…”

I braced myself, sniffling once before I placed my other foreleg around his neck, and began to apply pressure. I stood there for what felt like hours, feeling P-4 weakly struggle against me on instinct, trying to breathe as he grew weaker and weaker, before finally going limp. I remember his last cough before running out of oxygen sounding like a ‘Thank you…’. I kept pushing until I could no longer hear his heartbeat… it took me several actual minutes to dispose of the body, placing it where he would be found, making sure Daisy would get the blame for it, most of the damage was her work anyhow. 99 had claimed another victim, and I knew it was far from the last… I had been wrong on that day all those years ago… that wasn’t the first day of the rest of my life, it was merely an introduction. THIS was the first day of the rest of my life… but mark my words, I would find a way to make them all pay. Even if it was the last thing I did, I would make sure most of these fuckers paid for what they’d done. I would find a way! I will make it out of here alive, AND THEY WILL ALL PAY!”

* * *

(I walked towards my next assignment, seems like Pepper had managed to snatch me once more. Despite her strange demeanor, way of talking, and obsession over her cunt and what it could do, she was one of my favo- least despised mares in 99. I knocked on the door with the intensity of a thousand sleeping snails and was met by a surprise when it slid open. I wasn’t only greeted by Pepper, but behind her I could also see my next mare in the queue, the one after that and... that one from Maintenance I never bothered to learn the name of as any compliment or nickname worked, and... Pepper’s mom. In total, there were 8 ponies in this room, including me.

“Oh, oh! Great that you are here Bucket!”
She beamed at me with a very unsettling grin. And for Pete’s sake, stop giving me pet names you crazy mares! I eyed her suspiciously before she continued without waiting for a reply.
“As you should remember, we’ve tried everything in the book with you.”
Yeah, I knew, I’d rather not remember... I shivered and tried to repress the images that came flashing to my mind.... oh goddess, the restraints, the positions, the rubber chicken!

“But it turns out that the cover wasn’t actually just overly large for the pages, somepony in maintenance had the other half, and they just found it under a soggy rag that was used for... stuff. Erh, In either case, we got the whole book again, and when we found this new thing in it, we just HAD to try it. So we made sure we got everypony on your queue in on it so we could keep it up for a few hours, don’t worry, you will get a break and something to drink in between... I mean besides... ‘the usual’.”
She waggled her eyebrows at me, trying to look seductive. I won’t say Pepper lacked subtlety, the ability to make innuendos or common sense, but I can simply say this about her: If I’d had an erection right now, that look would have killed it, buried it, built a house on top of the grave, then had my children move into that house, then nuked the house.

I exhaled deeply and looked at her eager expression.
“Do I want to know what this is called?”
She smiled mischievously and the rest of the mares began to giggle and snicker, presumably to either my meek voice, or the likely expression I wore on my face. She leaned in close, gave me a lick across my nose and whispered loudly into my ear.
“Buckake!”