P-21, it has Begun.

by Satch

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex, Crossover, Dark
Length: 25812

An attempt on P-21's (From Project Horizons) origin story.

Note: This is purely "fan made" and has no official connection with Somber's Fallout Equestria: Project Horizon story.
You don't have to have read it to read this, but if not, you will likely not understand the whole pre-story concept nor characters.

Anyhow. This is probably my most grim story so far. It contains several cases of male rape, physical abuse and all that "regular nice FoE stuff". It is as said an attempt to be an origin story (or w/e they're called) of P-21. So if you do not want to read about of any of above mentioned, or don't want to read about P-21 getting beat up, molested and humiliated, skitter away now.

Otherwise, if you are interested in reading about these kind of things, the short resume of the story is: It begins on P-21's first day of "work". (althou, he is P-1 at that time) He's in detention/jail for trying to avoid said first day of work. He will meet a total of 3 different mares in this story which will have their go with them. Varying from "totally mentally stable", "caring" and "hey, a fuck toy" in mentality, pretty much.

The second chapter contains some "wrapping up" of the story, as well as a death and slight genital mutilation. (And a "totally happy ending pun".)

And worth noting: This contains more of my "female endowment". To copy paste the explanation from another story: this is something I know pretty much none of you have heard of, and about none have considered, so I'll have to explain it a bit: Female endowment is the size of the vulva overall, mainly the labia. (average length 2-5 cm) How "hung" a female is, is how deep her vagina goes. (average 19 cm) Now, these might first be human standards, but it should give you an insight of comparisons. Now, apply this to a place where females rule with an iron hoof and males are only used as breeding equipment. That might help when trying to make sense of what is being referenced to. That, and everything is actually anatomically accurate, even the slang. At least all I can remember being mentioned and referred too.

Published 2012-04-10 02:24:03 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-10 02:24:03 UTC

Marked

It had happened… it had finally happened. The day I had been dreading was finally here. I was going to be marked… Yesterday had been one of the worst days of my life; I turned 15. I had tried to hide in the bathroom. But they found me in less than an hour, and I had been beaten for it. The pain was nothing compared to what I knew was waiting in store for me. The older bucks had told me what was to come. I didn’t want to; I didn’t even see mares in that way. My name? That assumes I had one, or that it even mattered to them. I was not a pony, I was just another number. Tomorrow I would be just another tool to be used. I had begged and pleaded, I wanted to learn, study. But they just laughed at me and hit me, calling me stupid, saying that I should know my place. So here I was, hoofcuffed and awaiting my fate.

I was staring into my Pipbuck screen, watching as the chronometer slowly ticked up in numbers. Minutes passed slowly when imprisoned. I almost wish I didn’t have the damn thing, seeing seconds of my life pass by without meaning was worse when I could see them. The device was mostly just trouble for me anyhow. Then again, it was better than watching paint dry I guess... mainly since there was no paint to watch dry. Not even the most simple pleasures in life were available in 99. My rump was sore from sitting on the cold floor, but it was both better and softer then the bunk. Some leaky sewage pipe had turned the mattress into some stale, smelly brownish thing. I was snapped back to reality as I heard a knock on the bars and slowly turned my head towards the noise. No need to rush it, I knew what to expect.

As I finished turning my head with the enthusiasm of a cow being offered a steak, my sight fell upon an amber mare with a scruffy tan and scarlet mane and clear ivory toned eyes staring back at me. I appeared to be at least one of the things she was almost looking at within her vision. It was either me, or the bowl of moist mushroom flakes, it was hard to tell by how bubbling with enthusiasm and joy she was. I mean, just look at her deadpan glare and the fact she looked like she was about to doze off any second. She wa- ok, I should stop trying to make my life interesting or whatever I was doing. I slowly got up onto my hooves and looked at her.

“Time’s up, P-1 You got your first assignment. So get out there and try not to screw up too badly. Heck, with your grades, I wouldn’t be surprised if you blew it. And if you don’t get the hang of it...” Her bored expression broke into a slightly malicious grin. “I’m afraid we’ll just have to retire you early. So move your sorry flank, I got some… things... to do down in maintenance…” Her gaze broke from mine as she glanced to the side and gave a sheepish cough. “Important things.”
She stroked one of her forelegs with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.
“P-please… I don’t want to go… I don’t eve-“
I was interrupted in my pleading as the amber mare levitated out her baton and pressed it to my chin, staring at me with her blank expression.

“I said, move your sorry flank - do I have to write it for you in your own blood? Why did you even learn advanced reading? You’re a male, you’re breeding equipment. Just like my baton is security equipment, except it knows what it’s supposed to do around here. And it sure as hell doesn’t know how to read, and better yet: it doesn’t object, talk back or whimper when I tell it what to do.”
I began to tear up once more today. I knew she was just telling the truth, but it hurt… it hurt badly. I felt my insides began to churn, a pit in my stomach forming as a wave of worthlessness washed over my entire body. I was just a tool to them, no matter how much I objected or said otherwise, I would just be what they said I was, nothing more. Despite not being hungry, I felt empty inside. Just knowing nothing I wanted mattered was a painful jab to my guts, not to mention self esteem. Those were really hard to have as a male.
“Please… I just… I just…”
I broke down weeping in front of the now-annoyed mare. Through my blurry vision I could see her raising the baton telekinetically to beat some sense into me when she suddenly stopped.

“Wait… hold on a minute. Wait right there, dick.”
I saw her look through her Pipbuck and a smile crept across her face and it kept growing as she looked at it. She then looked back at me with a devious grin.
“Say, I might be able to strike a deal with you after all. Seeing how I’m still banned from the queue for another week after I beat up the bitch from Educational for clam-jamming me when I tried to score with that hot, endowed chick from medical. I mean really, you should have seen the size of her vulva, and don’t get me started on her labia length! Her lips were like, HUGE. I’ve never seen a mare that packed that much meat before... Anyhow, I think you could help me out here..”
A weak smile appeared across my face. Was she really going to have pity on a stallion? I wiped my tears and stuttered out something that resembled a cross between ‘Thank you’ and ‘I’ll do anything you want’. My face soon dropped as I saw her lock the door out, put up a ‘Do not disturb’ sign over the reinforced glass panel and began to remove the rear of her barding. She scooted towards me as she undressed, after reaching me, and having removed the lower half of the barding, she casually tossed it onto a nearby chair and turned to face me with a coy grin.

“Okay, here’s the deal: you give me head, and I’ll give you another week alone to get ready for your work. Does that sound good? If not, I’ll just knee you in the gut and you’re off to your first assignment. But make it snappy, we got 20 minutes before the next shift. And if I get flogged for fucking the inmate, I’m going to take it out on you, understand?”
My lower lip quivered and I swallowed hard. But after a moment of hesitation I nodded solemnly.
“O-okay… b-but ple- please… don’t yell at me if I do it wrong…”
I didn’t want to lick this mare; I didn’t want to lick any mare. But I had a chance of getting another week before the... unpleasantries began; I was willing to take the chance. After all, if this was going be my life from now on, I could at least try to get used to it.

The mare fairly shone with glee..
“Wow, really?” She laughed briefly. ”To be honest I didn’t think you had gotten your pair yet. But this is great! Sorry if I sounded menacing before, buck, but it’s in the job.” She lowered her tone, looked me square in the eyes and spoke her next word harshly. “However, I meant every word. So don’t get any funny ideas, I will beat the shit out of you if you disobey. Don’t let my demeanor fool you, I get cranky if I don’t get to cum, and I get giddy when I am promised to get off.”
She turned around, presenting herself.

Had it been to about any of the other bucks in 99, I guessed they might have even enjoyed the view. In truth, I was quite repulsed by it. More by the fact what it was attached to then the organ itself. If a pony had one, they were mares, simple as that. It wasn’t the first one I had seen, goddesses no. I had seen more than I ever wanted during sex ed. I'd have preferred books to a... 'live demonstration'. I think that was about then I truly started to suspect that all mares here were crazy. I had some suspicion when I was younger, but it was during sex ed I truly started to lose hope of ever having hope of a brighter future.

And ugh… look where I was now. Bartering my body for the possibility of a reprieve before I’d be hurled into my life as a sex toy. When I was a colt, I dreamed of someday being a teacher… maybe I’d at best get to teach younger bucks how to properly give head, fake illness or how to roll with it when you got beat up. Guess I should have been happy she was willing to barter at all. After all, mares were fully allowed to just abuse me as long as they phrased the incident report right.. I stared at her goods for several seconds; she was already fully erect and eagerly swayed her flanks back and forth. Fuck, I could smell her arousal from here.

And seeing that her package was glistening wet didn’t make things better either. I wasn’t an expert on mares, but it had only been a few seconds; could they really get ready that quick? … Then again, we bucks were quite fast at getting ready too. So I guess it made sense that they’d be quick about it as well. She was about averagely endowed from what little I knew. Why was I even taking notes on this? … Maybe since I had to get… ‘acquainted’ with that… mound of flesh very soon. And I wasn’t exited or happy at all over that fact. I was really happy right now, however, that thinking didn’t take much time, since I just now realized that I had spent several seconds shaking and breathing rapidly.

The mare turned around with an annoyed expression that quickly softened as she gazed into my eyes with her own large, somehow very gentle looking ones.
“Hey, I know it’s your first time, and you’re probably nervous. But it’s not that bad. You’ll get the hang of it after the first couple licks. Didn’t you take the introduction course? I thought that was mandatory for you guys.”
I just shook my head as I quivered. I swallowed hard and took a shaky step towards her.

As I got closer to her nethers she only seemed to get a more and more excited demeanor and he- OH GODDESS IT MOVED! I recoiled in horror as the fleshy organ contracted and widened… and judging by the muffled gigglesnorts I also made a very, very masculine noise as I jumped backwards, away from that freaky slab of meat that could apparently move on it’s own. Maybe skipping most parts of sex ed to learn how to read better was a bad idea?

“Daw, come on, did Squishy Squirt scare you? That’s so adorable… you will be popular with the mares into shy subs, was years ago we had a proper one of those. At least that’s what mom said. And she knows her way around a buck... and mare... and anything in between.”
I momentarily snapped out of my stupor enough to deadpan and stare at her.
“You… named it?”
Her expression went from amused too slightly confused.

“Well yeah, almost everypony does. Why wouldn’t we? They’re very special and a intimate part of us. My mom calls hers ‘Peach’. Since its soft, looks good, tastes good and it’s juicy! Twitch in medical calls hers Chunky, her colleague calls hers ‘Kerchanga’, and that teacher mare I never remember the name of, I’ve been told named hers her ‘Fanny pack’. And my friend Marmalade calls hers coochie snorcher, and she told me her best friend calls hers ‘Twizzle’… oh wait, don’t tell them I told you that! I know at least one of those that’d punt me in the cunt if they knew I told anypony… I just like talking about stuff if you haven’t noticed, heh…“
She coughed and flushed red, looking away sheepishly.

“But… I’m guessing it won’t be a problem between us, right? I mean, you don’t want to get on my bad side, do you? Since, bucks on my bad side don’t have a very happy puberty…”
I meekly shook my head and looked up at her in a timid stance. Ugh, goddess, was I really submitting to this mare? And I liked to think I had some pride left… she then coughed indignantly and continued as she scratched the back of her head.
“Anyhow, don’t you bucks do it? I mean heck, you can even see yours if you lean in close enough, it’s a bit harder for us mares you know. We usually require a bit of help… well not Nimbles, but she’s just creepy, mark my word. It’s like her spine is made out of rubber! Although, it was really hot when she performed aut- erh, enough of this. Get back to work with you, I’ve almost lost my hard-on and nearly dried up with all this chatter. Plus, Mace is on her shift in… five more minutes, which means half an hour. So get to it.”

I let out a shaky breath and nodded solemnly, no use procrastinating any longer. Had to buck up and face my fate. As said, it could always be worse… or well, it would. But I could at least try to enjoy the go- less worse parts. I approached her once again, trying not to look at it. I could do this, all the other stallions were doing it… and probably most of the mares as well… I glanced towards it carefully and stared for some seconds. Well, it seemed clean at least, and didn’t smell that bad… here goes…
I stuck my tongue out and nudged against the nerve cluster, then pressed it down against it.
“Ooh… that’s a good boy, now start licking it. You got the right touch at least, firm but gentle.”

I ran my snout up and down along in between her hindquarters, occasionally staring into her deep amber privates. She tasted rather sweet, with a hint of a sort of peppermint flavor. It was actually not as vile as I thought it would be, but I would rather avoid having to savor any of it if it was up to me… which it wasn’t… or well, it was, but that would just lead to beatings, and ultimately, a premature termination. The mare bucked steadily against my face with her hips, lightly pressing my muzzle inside her. Oh great… now I’d be smelling mare musk for the next couple of hours… At least she was quiet though, apart from the occasional grunt or gasp, she let me work in peace. Which was rather soothing actually. I had heard from one of the older stallions that once every while you’d run into a loud one.

I suddenly was interrupted in my internal monologue as I heard the sound of unicorn magic channeling, and noticed a levitating baton in front of my face. I yelped and recoiled, trying to shield my face against the blow… which never seemed to come…
“Hey, relax you stupid buck, I’m not gonna hit you. Although if you don’t get back to working on my cunt, I will. This is for me, not you.”
I then watched as she gingerly stuck the baton inside her dripping orifice. It slid in without much effort. Damn that mare was soaked. I just realized how much lubricant she was producing. It was ridiculous. She had already coated the entire front of my muzzle. Did she ever run out?

“Chop chop, back to work. Now listen up newbie, all I want to you do now is suck on my sweet spot. Shouldn’t be too hard; just make sure to twirl your tongue around it occasionally.”
I looked at her as she started sliding the baton in and out in a particular angle. Then I scanned her rear… sweet spot? Did she mean… ew… ew! EW! I slowly began to anxiously trot in place.
“Y-you mean this?”
I carefully poked my hoof against her non-dribbling orifice. She stopped moving the baton and turned her head backwards to face me with a deadpan expression.
“I said sweet spot, not my dock… besides, that’s just nasty. I wouldn’t make you do anything gross. Others might, but not me. Anyhow, since I apparently have to be blunt with you: suck on my clitoris. I hope you at least know where that is located. If not, I will find another entrance to stick my baton in. And after that, somewhere to stick this small cylindrical object in…”

Ok, I did not know what the hay she was talking about, and it didn’t sound like I’d want to either. I frantically searched for her nub; now I really wished I had paid more attention to sex ed. How could I have neglected one of the most important things about female anatomy? Then again… learning about how terminals worked and some pre-war culture had been much more interesting when I was a colt than how the mare’s anatomy worked. I could hear her mutter quietly and perked up carefully.
“Sheesh, I love breaking in bucks, but sometimes I really hate virgins or inexperienced ones. You can never ask em for good head… then again, it’s cute when they’re all flushed and nervous. If I had more time, then sure, I could have had him take his time, but right now I just want to get off. Is that really too much to ask? And hey! Start sucking soon, or I might reconsider the dock since you at least know where that's located. I know you are listening due to the lack of action back there... unless you have narcolepsy, and I really doubt that.”

I twitched, lowering my ears and blushed, why did I even blush? Ugh, stupid body betraying me… I shook out of my stupor and glanced over her crotch, looking for anything that stood out. And it actually didn’t take me that long; I saw a rather large protruding piece of flesh surrounded with more flesh, heck, the whole package was just flesh! I locked my lips around it and began to suck. I had only just taken my second intake before the meat was pulled from my mouth with a light pop, the baton slapping against my neck as the mare collapsed in a gasping heap sputtering curse words and flailing slightly on the floor.
“Hng… fuck! Gentle, I said gentle you moron!”
She delivered a swift kick to my shin, causing me to recoil, letting out a short yelp.

She slowly got up to shaky hooves again then turned her head around, glaring daggers at me.
“Ok, I am going to let this one slip since you don’t know any better. But if you ever mistreat my clit again, I will fucking sound you so hard you won’t be able to piss straight for days. You got that?”
Again, I had no idea what she was referring to, and again, I did NOT want to find out. So I just nodded vigorously with slight fear on my face. Apparently that was enough to satisfy her, at least for now. Her expression softened lightly before she spoke again.
“Okay, now try that again, same button, but be fucking careful. Why would you even suck like you were trying to give somepony a hickey? How did you even think that would be a good idea? True that I didn’t specify how hard and it is your first time, but still. I thought you’d be bright enough to figure out yourself that they’re sensitive… now before you resume, kiss and make up with Squishy Squirt. And remember, gentle suction. Enough to feel, but not too much, got it? ”

“Yes ma’m…”
She snorted and giggled quietly as I leaned forwards to reach her marehood.
“Please, ma’am’ sounds so formal - just call me mistress, or mistress Pepper.”
… why did I even bother speaking? If I’d known how annoying mares got when you spoke with them, I’d have played mute during my foalhood. Talking had only gotten me into trouble up to this point. I puckered my lips and gave the icky fleshy thing a kiss. Ugh, I didn’t know if I preferred to kiss the wrong pair of lips or the right pair… not that I’d expect to get a chance to compare... and why I was even thinking about this?

I heard a soft coo of approval from Pepper before I once again, this time with greater care, wrapped my lips around the fleshy nub. And gave an experimental suckle. I could hear the unicorn sigh deeply in delight, apparently I was doing something right for once... not that it was anything I wanted to be doing right, but still, at least it was something. Between the mare’s squeaks and grunts, I noticed how the baton had started moving again. I didn’t keep track of time, but I must have spent a few minutes there, gingerly sucking at this mare’s clitoris, occasionally sliding my tongue around it, eliciting soft moans of approval.

Finally, after allot of “ooh” and “ah...”’s I could feel how she began to tense up. Her breathing sped up, as well as her baton, even though it had started to tremble in her telekinetic grasp.
“Ha... haa.. you ready for this newbie? When a mare gets close, make sure to go faster or harder, usually not drastically, but enough to get us off with a satisfying finale. Ngh... okay... apply some more suction while you twirl your tongue around my clit, got it? Fff- damn I’m close... also, when I yell out, pull back and open your mouth okay?”

I felt like objecting or asking why, but I felt a sudden tug at my head by her magic as she forced my muzzle into her crotch with a whinny. I cursed myself inwardly and began to suck harder, trying too work a tongue into that routine. I’d personally like to say I did rather well, judging by the sounds she made. She bucked her flanks into my face at a high pace before letting out a soft, high pitched cry of pleasure. I suddenly felt her magic try to pull me back, the baton falling out and clattering to the floor besides me. Why woul- my thought was interrupted as something warm sprayed into my left nostril causing me to recoil and pull back opening my mouth to ask what the hay that was, which turned out to be a horrible mistake as another jet of the liquid painted the insides of my maw with more fluids.

I began to cough and spattered, trying to get the sickly sweet liquid out of my mouth, leaning forwards with my head to properly spit it out. Which again, turned out to be a bad mistake as I felt a stinging sensation in my right eye, causing me to shut it tightly and topple over onto the floor in a quite frankly pathetic heap. While on the floor, I heard Pepper mumbling incoherently about something I really didn’t care about at the moment. Had she just.. did she just? I tried to make sense of the situation as I lay there with my eyes closed, shaking slightly while curled into a ball.

I heard she made a long sigh of relief, which just caused me too worry even more about my growing suspicion of what she just did. Next I heard however was a gasp, followed by her voice.
“Omigosh, are you alright newbie? Heh... was I too much mare for you to handle? What’s the problem? Again, I am going to overlook the fact you didn’t swallow as I am your first, but really, even my kindness is limited. You have to start taking responsibilities soon and follow orders.

I looked up at her, and boy did she look different. Pepper was practically beaming and sweat covered her forehead. I guess she really did have a lot of pent up stress... I slowly got onto my hooves and eyed her idly while trying to get the gunk off my face and out of my mouth.
“Did you just... was that?”
She looked at me with a perplexed expression before answering.
“I squirted, yeah. What about it?”
‘Squirting? What the hay was that? Was it slang for something?’I looked at her in confusion.
“Squirting? So you mean you didn’t... you know...”

She looked at me for several seconds before bursting out laughing.
“Oh goddess. You really don’t know do you? Squirting is the female equivalent of a male's ejaculation basically. We just need some stimuli on the g-spot and we can blow out loads. Don’t worry though, it’s just lubricant, so it ain’t piss like I assume you thought. Just take a closer look at it newbie, it’s clear, it doesn’t smell like ammonia, and it doesn’t taste like piss either. So I don’t see why you tried to spit it out, it’s rather good stuff newbie. Might as well make it clear to you now though: some mares might want to see it before you swallow, so keep that in mind. Also, not all mares can do it right off the bat, about four out of ten can pull one off without practice, but the other six will need to practice to learn how. Don’t worry though, not all mares are into it sadly.”

Okay... good to know she did not just urinate in my face. Even if learning that mares apparently can also ejaculate some fluids... for whatever reason that is good for. I guess I should have been suspicious when that load tasted so sweet. Then again, I had never tasted urine, (and why would I?) so I wouldn’t know. But seeing how it is bodily waste, I don’t see a reason for why it would even taste good, plus, it smells bad so... I’d just assume it’d taste similar to how it smelled. I really hoped this would be one of the weirdest surprises I’d find out as I... ‘worked’ here...

“So hey, anyhow. Thanks for the head, really appreciated it. And tell me, what did you think of Squishy Squirt? Was she plump enough for your liking? Huh?”
She turned around quickly and exposed her marehood to me one last time... at least I hoped it was the last time, for today at least. Then turned back to face me.
“Anyhow... just, you know, thanks and all. I know you were technically supposed to go and be fucked by some mare, and that I’m not allowed to get head from a buck for at least a month, but I sorta got carried away for a bit, heh...”

She leaned in close and kissed my deeply on the lips. Apparently I did get to know how it felt to be kissed by the right pair... honestly, I was really confused over which I disliked the most. At least the other pair didn’t kiss back... or slide anything into your mouth. But they were also allot more smelly and moist. She pulled back with a gentle gaze in her eyes.
“I know we don’t have time, but let me just get a look at it, so I know what I can expect to get to play with when we meet again.”
Huh? What was she talking about? And could she stop looking so damn calm? It was honestly freaking me out how she could give off an aura of serenity, she practically just extorted me and forced me to provide her with sexual services against my will!

She smiled broadly and looked at me with a bemused smirk. Then tilted her head down to… wait was she looking at my…? I didn’t have more time to think about it when she suddenly frowned, pouted and exclaimed out in what sounded like a confused tone.
“What, nothing? You either have a heck of a willpower or you are… oooh…”
Whatever facial expression I was making was apparently telling more than I ever would have wanted to tell this mare, since she seemed to realize something, adapting an expression that spoke of her understanding something that had just dawned on her. And I had no idea how she came to whatever conclusion she now had made…. Okay, well. Maybe I had a slight idea of what might have ‘tipped her off’, but that could have been due to… a few other reasons as well.

“Hey, look. I’m not sure what’s exactly the matter with you, but I have my suspicions… I can strongly advise you, however, that you should work on overcoming whatever is hindering your… ‘performance’. Otherwise you’ll either get in flankloads of trouble or heavily drugged half the time… or even get replaced.”
She tapped a hoof against her chin, seeming to be contemplating something.
“Okay well, Syringe might have had you as one of her favorite bucks. She’s all in for denial, teasing and forbidding her queue bucks to get aroused or off before she does. Hum... come to think off it, I guess U-18 had a point when he said ‘All these mares are crazy!’ Those were, uh, his last words incidentally. But don’t worry, newbie, I’m the good kind of crazy, just stick to me and I’ll put sticky all over you, and have your sticky on me!”

She trailed off in another fit of gigglesnorts… I wasn’t sure whether I was more scared or concerned about this mare… come to think off it, how old was she? Now that I actually looked at her I noticed how young she seemed, actually, she seemed younger than me… I guess 99 really wasted no time in corrupting everypony with a womb. Maybe it came with those implants? Or were mares just naturally messed up? Well, that white one I met as a colt didn’t seem especially messed up. Or, well, she seemed to be a few apples short of a tree, but that’d be beside the point I guess. I guess I’d just have to wait and see. Quite sure I’d get fucked at least once by every mare here. Or at least one quarter of them. Hopefully they preferred some of the nicer looking bucks.

Ugh… just thinking of the fact I was going to be tossed around and sent to mare after mare for more and more sloppy seconds made me feel so… filthy. It made me sick to know some of the stallions actually bragged over how many times they had been used, and by how many mares. Were they stupid or something? Then again, thinking back to that … ‘special’ filly, maybe it was a sex thing? Could it really be that females were generally smarter than males?

And once in a while there was some “mix up” made? I couldn’t help but to compare myself to that unicorn: she was dumb, I am bright. While it somehow made sense in my head, it just wasn’t logical. It had to be done structurally. The fillies got education, love and gifts. We got what was left of it… I was certain that given the same circumstances and opportunities, most of us bucks would be at least equally smart as the mares. Perhaps even a bit better in certain areas…
My internal monologue was once again interrupted by Pepper as she called out for me.
“Right newbie, I got my barding on, freshened myself up and wiped off my baton, we’re leaving now. Get ready for a little walk, you’ll soon be back resting up for a few days.”

After a few minutes of walking, we arrived at the long stairs heading down to the living quarters where I was supposed to go for my first ‘assignment’. She stopped right at the top.
“Aight, now I am going to do my part of the bargain. I’m sure even your inferior male brain will be able to figure out what we are doing now?”
I looked at her with a puzzled expression. Then glanced around, we were all alone in the hallway.
“Um…”
She smirked bemusedly and patted me on the head.
“Daw, don’t worry, I will explain it for you. See that jagged stump on the stairs that maintenance should have fixed this month?”

I looked down and saw a small piece of metal protruding from the edge.
“Yes?” I nodded meekly and looked at her in bewilderment.
She moved her hoof behind mine and kicked it forward, pushing mine into the sharp object. I winced and pulled my hoof back, looking down at a small, freshly gouged wound.

“What did you d-“ she silenced me with a hoof.
“Tell me P-1, what times does a male get to rest from his duties, apart from when he is too young or is retired?” She looked at me expectantly.
I racked my head and tried to remember.
“When we are too sick to service, after our shift is over, the overmare’s birthday - assuming you aren’t a ‘present’ to her - or when you are too greatly inju-“

My eyes shot wide with realization. Then I was pushed down the stairs, pain erupting over my whole body as I tumbled down; one of my legs got stuck under my body as a I fell, resulting in a sharp snapping noise that caused me to cry out in pain. I saw glimpses of Pepper as I rolled down the stairs. I couldn’t help feeling betrayed. I had given her my trust, I had let her have her way with me, and this was how she chose to repay me? I really hated mares, I really did. As if I didn’t have enough reasons already... Then everything went black.

* * *

I awoke in medical with dull aches all over my body. I couldn’t feel my left hind leg and noticed it was encased in a medical brace and bandages. A rather sloppy construction, but seeing how I was just a male it didn’t surprise me. I groaned and tilted my head to see a green mare with a purple mane and a… was that a stapler as her cutie mark?
“Ah, good, you’re awake, P-1. We took the liberty of adding your first dot, even though you never reached your destination due to tripping on the stairs. The maintenance pony that was going to fix that has been taken off the queue for twice as long as it takes for you to recover. Rather harsh if you ask me. But then again, we’re one buck short now, seeing as they already retired the last P-21 because they thought you were already in service by then. Poor Duct Tape, she seems really upset over it.”

She sighed and looked down on her notes.
“Well, Peppermint ‘Squirt’ filled me in on what happened, she got you out from the cell, and she was escorting you down to the living quarters when you tripped on the edge of the stairs and went tumbling down, chipping two teeth and breaking one of your legs, correct?”
I woozily shook my head and began to protest as the door to medical opened and a familiar amber mare strode in, moving a strand of her short, frazzled tan mane out of the way.
“What were you saying there P-1?”
“T-that um…” I ran my tongue along my teeth and felt one wobble and I coughed, spitting out the teeth onto the sheets in front of me. “- that make those three teeth, otherwise it’s correct” I gave my best smile, but quivered a bit with my right eyelid. As the security mare shot me a look.

“Hum, seems like it. Clamps must have missed that one. I swear; she is letting that ‘hobby’ of hers get into the way of her work… Anyhow, as everything seems to be in order here and Pepper’s version matches up with yours, apart from how many teeth you lost, and we got evidence that you actually stubbed your hoof and fell judging by the wound and blood trail left on the metal, I believe we are done here. You should be up and back working in a few weeks. I’m sorry that you’ll have to be off the queue for so long. I know how excited you must have been to finally get to join it.”
She leaned close and whispered coyly in my ear: “But don’t worry, I should be able to come around three times a week and give you a… ‘full body examination’. Expect me to give you a visit tonight, and don’t worry about me… I like to be on the giving end…”

I shivered in my entire body as she went away. What was wrong with all these mares? Didn’t they have anything apart from violating me on their mind? … Then again, seeing how there was almost only work, sleep and fucking to do down here, I guess it was easy to develop into some sort of horny nympho. Pepper strode up to me with a satisfied yet slightly sympathetic expression and nudged my side with a hoof.
“Hey there P-1, sorry about the stairs thing, but hey, you got a bit more time to prepare than I expected, hehe. I’ll even forgive you for spitting out my cream. But next time I’ll beat you proper if you don’t gulp it down… and there WILL be a next time. Soon as you’re back up, I’ll try to get first spot. I love the fresh ones… they’re so… timid and unspoiled.

“Sure, some of them might cry, or make a mess before we’ve even got started, but that’s part of the fun. Oh, and you actually didn’t blow as much ass on giving head I thought you would, kid… hmm, should probably warn you though, you might have to do that on some point. And far from all mares wash properly… or even wipe… I’d almost recommend that you have medical remove your taste buds, not that’d I think they’d do it, but still. All I can say is that there’s a lot of mares that are into strange shit in this place. Unlike me I mean. I personally think they should be more normal like I am.”

She gave me a pat on my head and grinned deviously as she tapped a hoof against her chin.
“You know… I wonder how many of my loads I can make you drink before you are either full or throw up… oh, or wait. I just got an idea… what if I made you drink them all at once?”
The mare broke into a wicked smirk and looked into my eyes with lust as I shied away, trying to get away from this crazy bitch. But the task proved hard as I was strapped down.
“Tell you what, I’ll get you a bucket, we’ll fill it over the session, and if you can down it all. I’ll let you choose what we do our next session. Anything that wouldn’t be directly breaking any major rules. If you’re really good however, I might even bend the rules a bit.”

I glanced over at her now bare flank and spotted her cutie mark: a padlock... lying in a puddle of liquid. Did any mare here have a logical cutie mark? Although, the worst one I’d seen yet must have been the mare in culinary with a toxin mark on her flank.

“Could… could you teach me about locks? And could I read your books?”
She seemed taken aback by the question but quickly composed herself.
“Well, yeah. Sure you don’t want a blowjob or something?
“I’m quite sure. I really like to read...”

“Well, aight, but suit yourself, weirdo. Don’t see why you would want to read, even less why you learn it. Or how… think my mom got a copy of MareGyver and some book on Ka’ Mule’s Sutra. I’d recommend the later one if you want to be a better stable equipment… Hum, I guess knowing how to read actually can be useful for a buck… then again, you could just be instructed live instead. Only one I got is on locks, so heck, I guess I can let you spend the queue in my room reading. Man, this will be easier than I thought. Eh, anyhow. As said, you’d have to manage to swallow my gunk to get access. Hm, you know, thinking of it, I might have to invite a few more gals to help me fill it. I might be good, but that is allot of lubricant needed...”

I took a deep breath and looked deep into her hungry eyes.
“I-I… I know…” I cracked a small smile. “Heh... at least it’s only lubricant and not pee, right?”
Her response was however to my surprise just a very unsettling smile that made me shrink back into my bunk as she leaned forwards, placing a hoof next to my head. She gave my ear a sensual lick, and I felt warm air being exhaled against my coat before she whispered huskily, “If you’re a good boy. If you’re too inefficient, I might have to… ‘compensate’ to fill the bucket…”

Okay… that confirms it, every mare in here is fucked up… even the seemingly nic- less bad ones. What the hay had we bucks ever done in the past to end up deserving this kind of treatment? From what little history I had been able to read, it wasn’t we that had started the war… was it? Some part of me hoped so, then I’d at least have something, or someponies to blame this on. Even so, if they had, what would abusing their ancestors achieve? It’s not like we did anything to deserve this, even if our fathers might have been dicks.

And with that, she winked at me with her eye… then with another body part I did NOT want to see. Goddess, wear your barding! I did not need to be reminded that mares could do that. This further confirmed my theory that all these mares were crazy. After she finally left and I was alone in the room, I couldn’t help but to feel certain serenity as I lay there. I was battered and broken to an extent, but still happy knowing I wouldn’t have to go up on the queue for another few weeks hopefully. That’s what I thought at least, after several hours, that doctor from before returned with a giddy demeanor. Oh fuck me… wait, scratch that. Very bad phrasing. I watched with slight dismay as she closed in. Hadn't I suffered enough already today? ... or yesterday? How long did she say I was out? Or did she even? Ugh... my head ached slightly.

My breathing sped up as she approached. I was about to try and move before I realized how stupid that would be. Fresh stallion in a sealed stable, broken leg, no provisions, almost no knowledge how to survive, surrounded by mares that’d have no quarrel to beat him down... yeah, solid plan of escape right there. Good job P-1, your likely dead and recycled father would be proud. I tried to steady my breathing as the green mare was now by my side. There was however something very different about her... the purple mane was put up in a bun, she seemed to have washed up and gotten groomed. Despite the lack of make-up, it kinda looked like she wore some. She had a very peculiar shade(...s?) of green now that I got a better look at her.

She wore a innocent smile and had entirely lost that ‘matter of fact’, professional shoddy look she had worn before. It was almost like... no, still a stapler on her ass... could twins have the same cutie mark? As I mulled over the endless possibilities, I felt her pressing a hoof to my forehead, looking genuinely concerned.
“Are you alright dear? You are shaking... are you cold? I’m sorry for before, but I have too keep a straight face with the other mares... otherwise they bully me... anyhow. I did the best I could with your brace... but to tell you the truth, I’m not very good at medicine... both me and Pepper think it’s stupid we inherit our jobs... I got no knack for health care, the one pony that does is the mare working over with the carpentry... but it has worked for decades... so maybe there is something to it? But honestly, I don’t think it’s a very efficient system.”

She sighed and looked into space with a somber expression.
“You know... I’ve always wanted to become an artist, and Pepper... well, I am not even sure if that is a profession... or ever has been... but then again, only our dreams are ruined in this goddess forsaken place. You know that mare I just mentioned? Don’t tell this to anyone... not that they’d trust a buck in the first place but... she once told me she actually was male. It took some explaining, but I kinda understood what she meant in the end. And I didn’t like the sound of it. It sounded really horrible, like you were trapped against your will in a body that wasn’t yours. I don’t think anypony could ever imagine how that must feel.”

I deadpanned right there. Yeah... trapped against your will... nope, definitely can’t relate to that. Still, I had to classify her as crazy right there. What mare in their right mind would trade in their vulva for a penis? It’s like having tickets to a spa, but willingly trading them for being tortured instead. But... I did have to admit it did sound rather awful. Whatever was causing it likely worked both ways, I mean, this mare right here acted quite manly. I could imagine a stallion claiming to actually be a mare...yeah, he would not be met with much of a positive reaction. Retired for reasons of insanity? Yeah, that seemed quite legit.

“Anyhow, like I was saying;”
Wait? She had been talking? Fuck... okay, thinking is good, but do it on your free time brain.
“She then told me she had found the surgery in an old medical book, it required two to three doctors, one if they were very skilled, and at least one unicorn for the result to turn out... ‘biologically functional’. She even told me she knew how to perform it, but well... as you might have guessed, it’s quite hard to perform surgery on yourself... especially ones that require you to be sedated during the procedure. It must be horrible for her, especially knowing there is a ... cure? Or whatever you’d call it, to her problem, but knowing she could never get it. Even if she found one or two other mares skilled enough, they still lacked some kind of crystal that helped but wasn’t needed. But they also lacked some sort of surgery equipment. Apparently 99’s copy of the tool had been destroyed during some incidents a few decades ago.”

The mare suddenly jumped and looked around with a squeak.
“Oh goodness! I kinda lost myself there, sorry. You must be eager to start our session right? Aren’t you excited? Oh, I’m so excited! I don’t often get males in here... well, at least not ones in a... ‘good’ condition. Ugh... I can’t stand blood... I just hate seeing those poor bucks coming in here, all beat up. They’re not even in a condition to enjoy my ‘treatments’...”
She sighed deeply and looked solemnly at me. Then tenderly began to rub my belly.
“Don’t worry... I will make you feel appreciated, I will give you affection those other nasty mares won’t even bother to ask you about, like how was yo- oh right, stupid question...”

She smiled sheepishly and rested her head upon my chest as she stroked my abdomen... she was very welcome to do it higher up, stop going lower down. That is a bad place... I want an adult... ‘She is an adult’ my common sense replied calmly... I want a better adult... then again, she was by far the best on- least bad one so far. She hadn't beat me, made fun of me, raped me or even ignored me... was she really a very feminine stallion in disguise? She drew a shaky breath and looked at me with a gentle smile.

“I doubt you care, but thanks for listening to me... almost nopony cares about feeling down here. They just tell you to suck it up and keep moving. Not to bother others with your problems... want me to give you your treatment now? I bet you’ve been waiting for it for ages right? Sorry for taking so long I... I just wanted to talk with somepony that listens for once, that wouldn’t judge me or laugh at me.” She gave me a weak smile. “You wouldn’t do that would you?”
In a dumbfounded stupor, I just shook my head. Who knew mares could have feelings? I just assumed that was a stallion thing. Weren’t females supposed to be all tough and marely?

... well, I guess they were, seeing how she seemed to be picked on for having feelings like some colt. If it weren’t for the fact that she was about to molest me, I might have even not disliked her.
“T-thank you...” She rested her head for several seconds against my chest before jerking back up.
“O-oh my! I completely forgot! How were you feeling? Did you need anything? Feeling any pain?”
She tapped her hooves together, looking very flustered
“Well... I kinda have a headache... and my leg is throbbing a bit.”
She nodded twice and quickly got up from the... me, and trotted towards the cabinet thingy. And I was really given a sense over how she really wasn’t a good doctor. She spent around a minute finding a syringe of Med-x... despite the fact that the whole locker was filled with them. Were there different sizes or something? Or did they have used ones that we bucks got?

Okay, I could admit I didn’t know squat about medicine, but I was quite sure Med-x just came in one shape and size... I think. I had never really seen it that much. We males only got it on rare occasions, such as if we’d broken a leg or something... or if a mare got a little to carried away during a session in the queue. I still didn’t want to know how she had gotten that to fit... or where in the hell she had gotten that idea from. Poor U-2, he never walked quite the same again...
The mare finally seemed to find whatever specific type of Med-x she was looking for and walked back towards my bunk, seemingly oblivious to that it took her ages longer than necessary.

She smirked proudly and tried to somewhat gently jab the needle into my leg... hitting me in the knee, shattering half the tip of the syringe against my patella.
“Ow...” I exclaimed in a very deadpan tone. It hadn't really hurt, but I had made up my mind to try avoid needing any kind of surgery. At least from this mare. The mare looked at the small scrape on my knee, then at the syringe, then at me and blushed deeply.
“Sorry... I’m just not very good at this... I should just try to find that old entry point, should still be functional, right? At least I think my mom told me it was still good before the end of the day...”

I was guessing she was only trying to help. But it was a tough choice... having the kinda professional good doctor that was an ass, and ‘accidentally’ usually dropped or slipped with equipment on my tender areas and joints, calling me names. Or this new one that actually seemed capable of empathy, but sucked dock at her line of work? I cringed slightly and hissed quietly as she managed to burrow the jagged edge of the needle into my flesh and pressed the liquid inside me. Most of it got inside at least, at least it was enough to numb the pain she had caused trying to reduce my pain, as well as some of the throbbing, so I guess it was even?

After the chems started taking full effect I let out a weary sigh and leaned my head back. I kinda liked the effect of med-x. It was soothing. Heh, I had heard of some ponies that got addicted to it, hurting themselves, just to get another shot. I found that kinda silly. I would never become like that. I’m far too smart for something like that. I snickered quietly to myself. What pony would be dumb enough to manage to become addicted to it? Only pony I could see a good enough reason to would be a buck stuck on the sadists rotation queue. Then I could understand him. But willingly? Then they’d really have to be going after a chemical fix.

I was brought out of my start of a drug induced haze by a gentle nibble to my sheath. I had almost forgot what she was here for. Silly me. Wasn’t like mares were kind just for the sake of being kind. I began to quiver. Hadn't I broke my leg so I could get away from this? Ugh, there was no way around this in 99 were there? She stopped and pulled back with a concerned look.
“I-is something the matter Blue? You are shaking...”

Lets see... I’m a male in 99 for starters. Then there was the fact one of my legs was broken, I had fallen down a set of stairs, which had been exactly as painful as it sounds, I had recently been theoretically raped, I was going to be raped, AGAIN. Lets see... what else? Oh, I had an incompetent doctor, as soon as I could barely walk I’d be kicked out to be used as a sex toy. And that’s just what I can think of right now. I felt like bonking her atop the head. Not much, but the thought was there. And my hoof twitched with anticipation.

I opened my mouth to speak when she seemed to have a realization and silenced me with a hoof... which I believe had stepped in something non-sanitary. Another item to add to my now growing list of what was currently wrong with my situation, as well as me.
“Wait, don’t say anything. I just realized what the problem is, silly me. How could I forget something as obvious like that?”
I was actually impressed, this mare seemed to ha-
“It’s because you’re a virgin, isn’t it?”

My mouth gaped open as I tried to think of a reply that didn't bluntly ask if or state that she was stupid, I didn’t have much success in that area. I wondered if many mares skipped out on school? I personally found the mere thought of it to be ridiculous. Why would they not want to learn? Especially seeing how they were even allowed to do it. Just knowing there were mares wasting their chance of education by being lazy while colts that actually wanted to learn were mocked and ignored made me take a deep breath. I was upset to say the least.

“Now, now, don’t you worry P-1. I will be gentle. Just try to relax, I promise you that you will enjoy this. Trust me, it will be much more pleasant to at least know what sex feels like before you enter the queue. Some mares don’t take kindly to bucks that, well... ‘have accidents’ or performance issues during their first time. Some are understanding, others punish them for not preparing better for it. Don’t you have some sort of extra sex ed you can take?”
I coughed indignantly and glanced away.

“No, I never took that course. I was busy avoiding it, and being... ‘lectured’ in how disobeying orders and not knowing my place as a male wasn’t a good thing.”
The domestication class did include books, but they weren’t being used to read... still, it was better than being in the other class. Especially when I found out that my ‘oral assignment’ wasn’t what I had expected it to be. But the thing that had irked me the most about that teacher, was that she was very, very keen to pick the youngest bucks for her demonstrations. Or rather, her ‘volunteers’ as she called them. I was glad I found a way to escape from there after she had managed to get the new buck in her class. Worst part about it was that I was rather sure he hadn't even hit puberty yet... poor guy, I don’t want to think of what was going on in there.

I snapped back to attention as I found the green mare caressing my lower body region. I began to quiver once more, I wasn’t ready for this. To my surprise however as I lay there, my breathing speeding up. I noticed how she was also very lightly shaking. It was hard to notice, but now that I looked closer, she seemed a bit... scared? Nervous? As I was deep in thought pondering, I saw how her face suddenly lit up with excitement. Now what could have caused her t- I felt something rest against my belly, and I could feel my belly with said object. So, we meet again, Lil’ Peep, not for the first time, and Celestia knows not for the last. I had only wished our meeting could have been during more pleasant circumstances, but alas, here we are...

It seemed like not even my own body was working with me right now. Then again, why would I even be surprised by something like this happening? I was honestly more surprised that Med-x hadn't turned out to be something like, hot sauce or whatever yet... then again, hot sauce was hard to come by, so I doubted they’d just waste it on a nobody like me. I guess being almost worthless had some perks at least. None would bother wasting excessive violence on you... unless they were really pissed... ah well, better just lean back and try not to cry. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as I imagined?

The doctors eyes lit up with a spark of enthusiasm, but she still seemed quite nervous. She leaned down and planted a soft, gentle kiss on my member. I bit my lower lip and a shiver ran down my spine, that actually felt... not bad. I mean, I did not want any of this, but well... it didn’t hurt, it just... it just felt wrong. She planted a few more kisses along its length. When she reached the tip, she gave it a tentative lick, and another shiver jolted down my spine. A short grunt escaped my lips as I twisted and turned uncomfortably. Was it just me, or was it very hot in here? Beads of sweat had started to collect at my brow.

I briefly made eye contact with her as she slid her lips around my tip. Her large, round, innocent eyes stared into mine, that same spark was there, but the fear had been replaced with determination and... affection? What came next made me whimper out a whinny. She turned back away from me and began sliding my shaft into her mouth. This was... very different to masturbation. My skin tingled and prickled at her touch. The discomfort was there, but not as much as I’d have expected... I almost had prepared for it to hurt. Maybe if I did try to relax it could actually even fe- No! I wouldn’t succumb to their ways, I did not want this.

She went down around one quarter of the length and- Gack! was that her tongue? Whimpering noises escaped my lungs and I lightly shook. There was a strain to it all, it did kinda ache a bit... This was probably one of the very few times I would actually be allowed to relax, or even focus... was it really worth fighting against? I’d have to give in eventually if I ever expected to survive down here. Or well, I could not, but that would just be self-torture for no real good reason. Like insisting on supporting yourself on a broken leg. Or pouring salt in a wound... or calling a mare fat...

As the mare gingerly and tentatively worked on my nethers, I mentally decided that if I would not try to enjoy it, I’d at least not work against it either. Leaning back and just let them use me would probably be the best way to cope with it... or well, sometimes I guessed I’d have to lay on-top of them and deal with it. So, a mix of relaxing and zoning out, didn’t seem to hard. She seemed to have gathered enough courage to go down half-way by now. And apparently I was making the wrong noises, as they only seemed to spur her on even more. It was very hard to relax, as soon as I had managed to almost slow down my strained breathing, the pressure around the skin she was in contact with eased a little. I think I could get the hang of learning to just take it... in around fifty or so tries... the coming first month after my release would suck...

Thankfully, apart from the kinda dull throbbing, I had managed to zone out of most of the whole situation. Which in hindsight might have been a bad idea. I could have learned something from it, or like the gnawing feeling in the back of my mind kept telling me: I could have enjoyed it if I didn’t fight so hard to not like it. In any case, I couldn’t help but notice the pressure that was rapidly building up inside me. I tried to form a proper sentence, but somehow all that came out were mostly guttural mumbles, wheezes and what I hoped was not a moan. I involuntarily thrashed around, bucking my hips upwards, and in response to this I could hear her briefly what sounded like a gag and choke before I was assaulted by that damn tongue again.

I wasn’t proud of the sounds that came out of my mouth as the results of my orgasm washed over me. It also didn’t sit right with me that I actually liked it a bit... a calm slowly, but gently wrapped around me as my endorphins began to mingle with the effects of the painkillers. I felt the pressure around my dick ease, and it quickly became limp, trying to slowly retreat back from whence it came. I mumbled something incoherent not even I understood - what did I just try to say? My head swam with all kinds of thoughts, but the most obvious one was that I really wanted to sleep. Today... and/or possibly yesterday had been draining on me, both mentally and physically. I was brought back down from wherever I’d been floating by the mares presence as she prodded my side.

I weakly tilted my head down to look her in the eyes, heavily panting, I had a little difficult to get her in focus. But managed to shake my head and become less drowsy. She stared back at me with a warm smile and... bulging cheeks? Wait... it just dawned on me that she had... ew...
What came next didn’t help to settle my mind, she opened her mouth and showed me the result of her work. I knew what it was, but it still disgusted me, even if it came from me. It just laid there... thick, sticky and goopy and... white and.. yeah... Then she closed her muzzle and made a small swallowing noise, opened her mouth to show it now being empty. Double ew... gross...

“Was it good for you? Was I a good girl? Tell me I’m a nice filly!”
The mare beamed a smile at me and was waiting for praise, I knew the girl just wanted to make me feel better, during the circumstances. But I’m just not the buck that’s into that kind of stuff... still, she was one of the few mares that actually seemed to care for my well being, even if it just was so she could use my body... I forced a smile onto my face and reached out and gently brushed through her mane.
“Yes... yes you are a good girl. Thank you.”

She squealed and bounced giddily. I looked at how happy she seemed, took a deep breath and against my better judgement I asked the mare:
“So um... is there anything I can... you know?” I had to bite back not to scrunch my face up.
This was somehow when I noticed that she was lightly shaking, as well as panting.
“Oh no. I’ve -ngh... been taking ca- ahh -re of that while pleasing you hun... I’m nggh...”
She broke off into a long moan and twitched lightly, her eyes glazing over into pleasure. The mare then sighed deeply and licked the tip of one of her stained hooves she brought up. Even I knew enough about mares to figure out what she had been doing. She looked really happy, almost blissful. I couldn’t for the mind of me understand how she could have gotten off on me getting off... it was a very strange concept... could she really have done that?

She dopily smiled at me, then leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then on the cheek, nuzzling me before pulling back. I didn’t resist, but I didn’t kiss back either. She dreamily stared into my eyes. She was creepy nonetheless... at least she hadn't hurt me in any way... yet... there was something very off about this mare. It was very hard to sense her motive, what did she really want off me? To know how I managed to sneak out all those times? An undercover buck to foil any potential... I dunno. What was her game?

“So... um... sweetie? So you’re saying that you’ve never...”
She flushed deep red and shied away. I hoped my evasion of having forgot her name worked (I wasn’t sure she had told me, but it was very likely. Seeing how I it wasn’t really keen on putting the name of over several hundred mares in my mind.
“Oh... I um.. well... my mom was going to help me.. “break in” to my big day. And she helped me by preparing me to get entered by a stallion, with a toy of hers... And I uh... I was one of the very few mares with a faulty hymen. And it broke...”

The mare bit her lower lip and scuffled over the floor for a bit.
“There was quite a bit of blood, and after about a week, my mom tried again, but she couldn’t get it in fully, and it only hurt. So after that she examined my vagina to see if there was something wrong, and well... it turns out I am really, really not particularly deep... I barely double my resting state length when fully erect. I got made fun of quite a lot after that incident. Ponies started calling me ‘Shorty’, bragging about how much more hung than me they were, stuff like that. But, I’m guessing you males don’t do things like that at least? I mean, as long as you can get it inside, that’s all that matters right?”

I turned away to the side and gave a slight cough, my own cheeks heating up.
“No... of course we don’t. Don’t be silly... why would we ever compare who was biggest?”
She gave a weak smile and stroked my cheek. I had a feeling I would get used to stories like this from this mare. And I guess they would be better then having to rut some mare for an hour or so.
“Well... good night P-1. I hope you sleep well. And do get better. I hope I managed to help you feel better dear. Just call on me if you are in any pain, okay?”
I nodded in response, flushing for some reason. What was wrong with me? Why were I blushing? She had just used me like everypony else... perhaps it was the drugs?

I leaned back as she left the room. I reluctantly had to admit, the endorphins actually made me feel better. Even if the act to get them had been very uncomfortable... I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. Okay, so maybe not all of them were crazy, or well, as crazy. I’d have to learn how to deal with, and hopefully even enjoy, or at least not despite the times with those mares. If I closed my eyes, leaned back and pretended I was somewhere else, I might even enjoy those few rare occasions... as long as they weren’t making too much noise, since then it would be a lot harder to pretend it wasn’t a mare on the other end, after using my body for her gains... okay, maybe that wasn’t fair.

That medical mare actually sincerely seemed to care that I had a good time. I wondered if the other mares made fun of her for it? Huh... wonder if there were mares in similar situations like me somewhere? I mean.. even if not in 99, just somewhere out there, if out there still existed... I mean, it’s not impossible is it? I soon managed to close my eyes and drift into a dreamless slumber, thankful the day was over, and that I had a few weeks of technical rest ahead of me.

* * *

Well... here I was, my first ‘real’ assignment in the queue. Apparently some mare named ‘Daisy’ had got first grab on my technically-virgin flank. I had some vague memory of Sq- Mis- Pepper, Pepper! I am not going to call her anything else... unless I have to. Ugh, I hated this place so badly. Even if the outside world was just an empty void I still think I’d prefer some seconds of freedom before I exploded, melted or whatever happened in a void. I’d be fine with about anything as long as I wasn’t transformed into a mare and tossed back into 99. While it might have been more gaining for me to have that little extra between my flanks, I still had my dignity and standards... well, as much as one could have under these conditions...

I took a deep breath and knocked on the metal door. Standing all alone in the empty dim corridor was really unsettling. It smelled damp, with a hint of boredom. I had never been in this part of the stable before, and it was a very unsettling feeling to just be here, I didn’t know any of the hiding spots here, I felt... vulnerable, scared even... The door slid open after a few seconds and SWEET CELESTIA! The mare in front of me was built like a bucking truck. She was at least one head larger than me. I’d want to think ‘Is this a cruel joke?’ but I already knew 99 didn’t joke, it would just shank you if you started to wait for the punchline.
“You’re late.”
I don’t why exactly, but there was just something about her voice that told me I would be fucked. And then I didn’t mean just in the literal way. Did they even check the mare that signed up?

I mean really, for my first job, couldn't they have picked, I dunno, somepony smaller? Like, normal size? I let out a whimper and began to tremble. It felt like she would split me in half, since something told me I would not be on top. Not that I knew how to rut anyway, but that’s beside the point. I could see her starting to smirk as she saw my expression, causing both the knot in my stomach and the lump in my throat to twist inwardly. The pale earth pony placed a hoof on my shoulder and yanked me inside as I yelped out in fear. Fuck, there was no way I could run or try anything. And I doubted talking would help any. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

She still held me firmly in a iron clad grasp, simply staring down at me with malice in her eyes. Fuck, I felt like a pinned prey, just waiting for the predator to deliver the final blow. I began to cry quietly as she just kept holding me, I heard the doors shut automatically as they did after a certain amount of time. The room I was in was messy, but in a tidy way. One of those ‘organized messes’. I couldn’t make out the origin of the smell in here, but it was not very pleasant. When I looked back towards the mare I shrieked and tried to pull back as I realized to my horror that she had moved her head close to mine and was just inches away.

Trying to pull myself back was futile however, I was weak as a foal compared to this mare. I began to breathe faster. I was honestly not too far from panic. Why hadn't she said a word? Was she going to murder me? Was she going to say that Daisy would be right with me in a moment and leave? I really hoped the last one. She leaned even close to me and opened her mouth and... began to lick my cheek? No wait, she was licking my tears. Honestly, why was I even that surprised? I just closed my eyes and kept shuddering. Yay... this was going to be the best night of my life. She really knew how to treat a buck to a good time.
“Mmm, salty!”

I could feel myself being dragged sideways, I didn’t fight back, there was no use in it. Perhaps she’d go easier on me if I just leaned back and took it. At least it wouldn’t hurt as much. And now I was apparently airborne... then I hit a relatively soft material. Her lair of despair I assumed (aka: A bed). I had landed on my back, and I stayed there, still shaking badly... now would be a good time to wake up... now would be a good time to wake up... fuck my life with a drill...
“Hey bitch, look at me!”
I kept my eyes shut and shook harder. I didn’t want to be here. Not at all.

I was honestly terrified. Would all mares be like this? What wou-*WHACK* a stinging pain shoot through the left side of my face. Ow... that hurt... A LOT. What made it worse, she had been holding back, that I could easily tell as I wasn’t decapitated and my skull was still more or less intact. I wasn’t entirely sure if I should be relieved or disappointed.
“I said: look at me, you’re in my domain now, I own you, and you do as I say.”
I slowly opened my teary eyes. Then quickly shot them wide open as I cried out in pain. Ow, ow, ow, ow! Those were sensitive! I did not want pressure on those!
“You’re too slow to react. But don’t worry, I will help you fix that over time...”

I gazed up at her with a mixture of pain and fear, I was close to hyperventilating now. That’s when she pressed down harder, causing me to begin wailing. Despite never ever seeing her, I really wanted my mommy right now. Even if I knew she was likely no better than this... ok well, I could at least hope she wasn’t like this monster. I began to effortlessly pummel the massive beast pinning me down, which was about as effective as I had guessed: not at all. I was fairly sure this was hurting my hooves more the her. She just began to snicker and grabbed one of my limbs with her teeth, then yanked and twisted it sideways, resulting in sharp pain. She hadn't broken it, but I was certain she could if she wanted. Then she leaned in close and spoke huskily.

“Know your place, worm.”
She let go of pressing against my pair, to which I responded with a sharp gasp, and trying to reach down to nurse my tender spot. She however had other plans, and pressed both my forelimbs down next to my body. Then she headbutted me. Once my world had stopped spinning enough for me to let out a groan and come to, I felt I couldn’t move. I glanced around, taking in more of my surroundings. There were some batons scattered out on a nearby desk. No wait, make that bloody batons. There were also some bloodstained... I didn’t want to know what those were for, but they had a very peculiar design, a bit like a ‘J’. Most of the blood was old however.
A chill down my spine told me there would be some new added soon.

“Ah, good, you’re conscious again! I took the liberty of preparing you while you were out.”
Wait, out? I shook my head a bit, trying to clear my mind. Had I really blacked out from that hit?
A burning pain briefly took my attention away from the mare as I looked to my right. A bit bellow where my leg connected to my body, there had been fur removed, and a tiny flower with a ‘D’ initial had been carved into my skin... which was still bleeding. Yup, definitely going to be my best night ever. I didn’t ever bother to scream, it just ached dully. As I looked back at her I noticed she had just climbed up on the bed as well. This was also when I noticed I was pretty much spread open wide, hoofcuffed to the bed. Things just got better and better.

She loomed over me, glaring down towards me menacingly with hunger in her eyes, grinning madly. Being chased into a corner, (metaphorically speaking) having a massive mare hulking above me and the fact I was sprawled out on my back, chained down with a sprained ankle, freshly injured, I did the most reasonable think I could of.
“Now, listen here you worthless li- wait, oh come on… really kid? Aren’t you a little too old for wetting the bed? You know what? Fine. If you are going to act like this, I am going to use that thing medical gave me. They said you might be a complicated little bitch as it was your first go. And just so you know, because of this, after we’re done, there’s a chance you’ll have had an... ‘accident’ on your way back. Unless you manage to do very well… you got that pipsqueak?

I only gave a somber nod and swallowed hard. This was going to suck, big time. She got off the bed and retrieved a syringe from the bloody desk, then jumped back up on the bed with it in her mouth. She gave me a devious grin, then jabbed it down into my abdomen. It stung a little, and I was quite sure that was not how it was supposed to be administered... after a while I started to feel funny though... fuck... my own body was being forced to betray me. I could feel my shaft start to slide out from it’s sanctuary. Double fuck. I knew they had things like this, I just didn’t expect them to be this efficient... the pale mare lowered her head and gave it a rough lick before taking a whiff, once again flashing a grin and licked her lips.
“Mmm... fear, anxiety and arousal. My favorite. I like them fresh.”

My blood ran cold as she grasped it between her teeth. If I hadn't already pissed myself, and that it’s technically impossible to do when you have a full erection, this would so fucking have been the time for me to do so. She softly sunk her teeth in, enough to feel. I began to shake once again and stuttered nonsense as I tried to come up with something logical to say. I just shut my eyes and whimpered as I felt her grip tighten. F-fuck, was this how I was going to end my days as a buck? Wasn’t the only reason they had me for my penis? My blood now froze as I realized something. Were they retiring me prematurely, but in a much more horrible way because of what I’ve done? Shit, if this was the punishment for running away, talking back and learning stuff, I did NOT want to know what they did if you killed a mare. This wasn't good, this wasn’t good at all...

Then I heard laughter, I slowly opened one eye to see the pony I presumed was Daisy, fully occupied with laughing her flank off.
“Oh goddess, you should have seen the look on your face you twat. Man, you really looked like you thought I was gonna bite it off, haha. Thanks dweeb, you’re the most fun I’ve had in months. Sheesh, how stupid are you to think I’d actually risk damaging stable equipment? Not that medical couldn’t stitch it back on, but you know, I’d get a lot of shit for that. I’m not stupid you know. Why’d I do things to you that could backfire onto me?”

I just blinked, then blinked again. Okay... you might not be stupid, but you are still a sadistic, evil asshole who deserves... I don’t know... to be recycled alive, flank first? She snickered as she took in my mixed expression. And just when I was about to say something, she encased my privates in her mouth and began to bob her head without waiting for a second. Unlike the medical mare, she was rough, brushing her teeth against it. Suddenly I had an urge to get head from her again... she wasn't actually that bad. At least then I had a mix of discomfort and pleasure. Now all I could feel was fear. Every bob of her head, I felt like she was going to chomp down, slicing my dick clean off, cackling madly as my blood would spray and cover my screaming body. I shivered hard and tried to close my eyes.

She didn’t slow down, nor become any gentler in her approach. Despite the fact that I didn’t want any of this, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. Once again betrayed by my anatomy. After several more seconds, I whimpered, winced and bucked my hips, involuntarily releasing my seed into her mouth. The second I did however, she froze and I saw her slowly turn her head up, glaring at me. Her teeth tightened around my flared tip. Shit! This was it. She’s biting it off... I began to shake furiously once more, she however pulled her head back, without releasing her teeth, scraping painfully over my exposed skin, making me whinny.

Daisy stood up looming over me, then she struck the left side of my cheek, hard, I almost felt my jaw dislocate from its position... not wait, scratch that almost. It was hanging loosely to one side of my face. Something must have popped out of place as it hurt to even try to close my muzzle. She then turned my to face up again, and placed a hoof on either side of my eye, forcing it open, then spat the gunk directly in it. I recoiled and shut my eye... or I would have if I could... what I could do was cry out and struggle against my restraints. It burned and stung in my eye, and I wanted to to wipe it out badly. After what must have been thirty seconds of me wailing, and her occasionally jabbing a knee in my chest she finally let me go. Tears were already streaming down my cheeks as I clenched my eye shut and blinked several times, trying to get my lens clean. She leaned close to me and growled into my ear.

“Who the fuck said you were allowed to come? And WHO THE FUCK said you could do it in my mouth? Do you think I’d just let any freaking buck contaminate my mouth with their filthy seed?”
“B-but, I ju-” *SWACK*
She smacked me hard with the side of her hoof on my jaw.
“DID I SAY YOU COULD TALK?”
I just teared up more and began to weep like a foal.
“That’s what I thought... freaking crybaby. You should be honored I’m even wasting time on a useless virgin like yourself. But someone has to teach you foals how things work around here.”

She grinned, taking a firm grip of my jaw and yanked painfully. Pain shot through my jaw as I suppressed a scream. I didn’t want to give her the pleasure. I shook badly from the pain that tore through my skull, and as she let go of me, I realized she had just put my jaw back in place.
“Be glad I know how to put joints back in place, worm.”
She grappled me by the chest and pulled me upwards, closer to her face.
“But... just do know this: I am MUCH better at putting them OUT of place...”
Suddenly I had an urge to pee again. I had to admit, it did offer a relief in more than one way. Shit... I hoped this was just an temporary urge... how the heck would I turn out if I got addicted to wetting myself in the face of danger? Yeah, that’d solve my problems...

I expected her to push me hard against the bed. Instead, she did the opposite. She did get me to scream again. With a stinging chest and being one patch of fur poorer, It didn’t take me long before I comprehended that there was no guarantee that I’d be able to walk this off; and fuck my plan of zoning out - this mare’d kill me (or worse), if she thought I wasn’t feeling everything she dished out. I suddenly understood why quite a few males abruptly wound up dead in or near their bunk from what seemed to have been suicide.

She cracked her neck back and forth, then climbed atop of me sliding her nethers along my own. Yeah, it was still erect, good going science... I really owe you for making it easier for mares to fuck me over. She unceremoniously slid herself down, causing me to penetrate her. She was thankfully rather loose, so it didn’t feeEEEK! The grip suddenly tightened, causing me to squirm and my eyes shot wide in horror and surprise, she laughed mockingly and looked down on me.
“What’s that? You didn’t know we had muscles in these things? Did you pay any attention in school at all hayseed? Or were you too busy pissing yourself or crying every time a mare walked by? I swear, you’re as thick as that... -”
Whatever she said next was drowned out in my own cry of pain as she lifted herself off me, causing my precious organ to painfully bend to follow her movement.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I managed to obtain a neat toy the other week, wait right here, dick.”
She thankfully leaned forwards, allowing herself to slip out without snapping my genitals like a twig. The mare got off the bed and trotted towards the desk, she spotted something lying on the edge, picking it up and holding it in her hoof, showing it towards me. It was just a simple can of Para-Sprite, nothing fancy, I could compress one quite easily between or underneath my hoof.
“Say, while I’m at it, why not show you exactly how much muscles I got in this thing.”
My tormentor placed it down on the floor, squatted down over it, then let it fully slid inside her. There was a brief pause, her face scrunched up in concentration, then there was a soft crunch, another concentrated look on her face, then the object dropped out and onto the floor, crushed.

Judging by her growing maniacal smile, I’m guessing the look on my face must have been amusing to her. I really didn’t want to know what else she could crush in there... I was once again reminded that I was chained to the bed. I had been busy trying to feebly break free once more when I heard a slight grunt and saw her raise from the floor with a... was that a penis? No wait, it didn’t match her coat, it was cerulean blue... and I was quite sure dicks didn’t have such a wavy shape. Why did she even have a feeldoe in her, those were for mare on mare, I didn- oh... well this sucked dock, big time. I desperately stared at the moderately phallic shaped device, in hope of signs of lubricant on it, but alas... or wait, I noticed a very small and thin layer of it on the top. Perfect, I might not bleed to death, the wounds’ infections still got a chance to get me...

The hulk of a mare closed in to my restrained form. I can’t say I’d never had the thought cross my mind about being penetrated, but I hadn't for the life of me ever expected that it would be done by a mare. I kinda wanted to question whoever got the idea to invent these. But then again, even if they could fully enjoy each other’s company doing... whatever mares did, I guessed they wanted to make use of all those nerves inside as well. They had them there to be used after all... which kinda made me question the prostate. I mean, I understood the mares’ prostate, it was already somewhere central that could actually get reached during... lets call it ‘regular’ intercourse, but the stallion one? Technically, that is just an exit only, anatomy wise at least.

She almost slammed down her hooves, just inches from my coat. I whimpered pathetically. I guess that’s why she did it, since her wicked grin just increased as she loomed over me, glaring down into my eyes with a predatory hunger. She prodded the fake appendage against my ass, and I was only given a few seconds to consider if I should try to relax or brace for the impact, then it was forcefully thrust inside me. I cried out in pain, gritting my teeth as I was quite sure something had torn... yeah, the burning pain was quite a sure indicator I was bleeding. I wouldn’t be walking straight for quite some time... I pressed away fresh tears from my eyes. Goddess, this hurt! As soon as my cries turned into hissing through my teeth, she began to pound against my flank, I thought I would almost pass out from pain. This was right up there with ‘falling down stairs’, being flogged that one time, and her earlier treatment of me in levels of pain.

Passing out would have been nice, sounded inviting right about now. Doubted I’d miss anything important anyhow. Throughout the pain, I could feel the likely plastic or rubber object brush against something inside me I guessed was my prostate. I was however too busy wailing out in pain as she forcefully increased the size of my orifice. After a few minutes, my mouth was dry, my ass was numb, and she had slowed down significantly. She suddenly came to a halt.
“Fuck, stop bleeding so much you useless sperm container. Blood is useless lubricant.”
She grumbled and leaned back, reaching down to the side of the bed, picking up what I could make up as a bottle of Superglide. She pulled out and applied a small layer of the substance on my sore tailhole, it stung, but was still soothing to an extent. She then put a small gob of it on the end of that device clenched tightly between her walls.

She screwed the lid back on, then resumed screwing me. It still hurt like fuck, but now there was a slight soothing sensation to it. It was still like being wrecked by a jackhammer, but at least it had been turned off now... or at least the speed on it was reduced. I had to endure another few more minutes being pounded by Daisy until my body finally gave in, and with a whimper the sticky liquid shot out, colliding onto my coat, slowly trickling down. She gave a grunt and pumped a few more times into my aching behind. Sweet Luna, it seemed like my torment was finally over.
“Mmm, you had good timing there, wanker. I just finished myself as well.”
I noticed how her hindquarters, along with the device, twitched and quivered lightly.

The mare from hell’s next action was to painfully yank out of me, possibly pulling along some of my internal pieces. She visibly relaxed and the toy dropped out of her. It had an discomforting new dark red hue to it. And I think I might have spotted some brown there too... ew... she took it up in her hooves and held it in front of her muzzle, inspecting it, and then licked some blood off it, going from near the base up to the middle, before tossing it aside back on the table. What was her malfunction problem? Really, if I was in charge of this place, freaks like her would be put down, euthanized! Or at least spayed... with a rusty spoon... without anaesthetics... by a minotaur doctor... with epilepsy... and a revoked license... oh well, a buck can dream, can’t he?
“I hope you are ready for some more, slut, since here I come whether you are or not.”

Wait? Fuck! Aren’t you done? ... I hated mares’ sexual vitality. What was it they said in sex ed? Something about an average of two to three on every one of ours? Ah, buck it, what did it matter now? I bet she’d keep going till I was a dried out husk... or at least until I passed out from fatigue.
She casually slid me inside of her with a mocking smile. I wanted to buck her teeth in, wipe out that smug grin... but alas, here I was, chained up like... a male. I let out a weak whimper.
“Hey, remember that can?”
I scrunched my face in disoriented concentration before I felt a pressure against my stallionhood.
Shit... once again I lost control of my body and began to shake.

I honestly wondered why we were anatomically designed to even mount the mares, they obviously had an upper hoof in this with their freaky thingamajigs... it wouldn’t surprise me if it turned out she had teeth on this fucker. It was a potential death trap, what stallion would willingly mount them when they could just clench and run? An icy shiver ran down my spine as I thought of the gruesome image. The pressure had become immense, it was like my blood was clogged in it. It had began to pulsate and throb, aching badly. I found out I still had tears left as I once again broke down into sobs. She flared her nostrils, sweat trailing down her forehead. She actually looked strained. Maybe it was draining to flex those walls of hers? I hoped so. Since my poor dick felt ready to pop and become mush inside that monster. My only hope was that she was actually serious about what she had said about “damaging property”.

My vision had began to blur after close to what I think had been hours, which in reality was likely around a minute. I heard Daisy exhale deeply and my penis suddenly didn’t feel like it was stuck in a vice. Or being stuck in the recycler’s compressors. I panted heavily; electric shivers ran through my body as I lay there in a blubbering heap. I had been close to losing my consciousness as she let go, and a sudden burst of stinging and prickling rushed over my member as blood circulation resumed as normal. It felt like when you’d accidentally had fallen asleep on one of your legs, but waaay worse. (For obvious reasons, it wasn’t exactly a normal appendage... or well, okay, it was, there’s many like it, but this is one’s mine...) My poor Little Peep... I hoped I could get some of that soothing lotion when I was back in the male quarters. I think it would need it. Daisy slammed down hard against my crotch, driving my entire length inside her... yeah, I’d totally need it. Too bad it wouldn’t work for my balls, those hurt too...

I laid there like meat as she kept riding me. I could really go for a drink right now. Heck, I’d even drink Pepper’s lubricant if I could. My vision was impaired by my tears, and my head was foggy due to... I wasn’t sure... blood loss? Trauma? Shock? Dehydration? In the middle of my woozy train of thought, I felt an all-too-familiar feeling. She had apparently noticed I was getting close somehow, maybe it was determinable by body language? In either case, she began grinding against my abdomen caressing my cheek roughly, spreading out my tears.
“Pffft, you cumming already? I’m just getting warmed up here.”
I let out as mighty whimper I could muster and I felt the gooey substance gather inside her, my tip flared up to keep it in there. This also increased how much it hurt when she started riding the shit out of my drained body. Fucking hell, I thought she was tired? She at least seemed to be tired when she was busy crushing my innocent genitalia some minutes ago...

I almost started to wonder if she had some vendetta against my reproductive organs. Which I couldn’t see a reason for... I mean, hers was bigger then mine, longer, and heck, even thicker. She could probably ejaculate more then me... was she simply humiliating me for how much more equipped she was in comparison? ... actually, that seemed to make sense, she appeared to be the type of pony everypony would know, whether they wanted to or not. Typical bully. Actually, it wouldn’t surprise me if, after she was done raping my brains out, she dragged me to medical just to show me internal x-ray pictures of how her ovaries were larger then my testicles. Taking a wild guess, I thought she was just plain dumb or something; why else would she need to overcompensate this much? ... ok well, it was entirely possible she was just a sadistic bitch. I tried to zone out, which proved hard when somepony was riding you so hard that you had to be anxious about your pelvis breaking... I closed my eyes, leaned back and tried to endure, tried to wait. She had to be done soon... right?

I sobbed weakly as she kept slamming down onto my sore privates. I wondered how much longer it would take me before I passed out. My head ached and felt like it was in a vice. And my poor penis throbbed and stung from the overuse. Goddess... wouldn’t she be done soon? From the grunts and member-crushing contractions she had had around three of my orgasms ago, I was sure she at least had came once. I was myself up in my sixth round, and it was hard to see straight anymore. Every part of my body either ached, stung or was sore. I was rather sure a male was not meant to be used in this way, at least not with the same mare. I was just making a valiant guess based on how fucking badly my privates hurt.

Suddenly, my tormentor spoke up in a barely fatigued tone.
“Right, I’m about to go off any second now, and don’t you dare spit out a single drop of it. Or I will freaking cut you. And don’t swallow till I tell you to, got that?”
She pulled off my sore shaft, making me gasp in relief as the immense pressure suddenly left, and I could feel some soothing air over my tender bits. The relief was however short as she yanked my mouth open, then spun around and pressed her haunches down over my muzzle. Once again, I was introduced to the flavour of mare. Definitely under fungal chips in my list. Even though I knew what was to come, I almost gagged and choked as the stream spurted into my open maw. It struck me square on my tongue, and the strong flavour spread quickly into my mouth as she unloaded herself into me.

I wasn’t even surprised Daisy could, or had learnt, to squirt. I had to breathe through my nose as she filled up most of my mouth. Quite sure she had a larger load than Pepper had sprayed me with. When she finally was done, I felt her tense up and grunt lightly. And a more slower and thicker fluid began to pour into my mouth. It took me awhile to understand that it was my own seed. Of course she’d make me swallow that too... why didn’t I think of that? Heck, scoop up my blood while you’re at it you sadistic bitch... although, I had to admit I was less disgusted by the thought of swallowing my own mess. At least that came from me... even if it had been inside her. Besides, I kinda preferred the slightly salty taste over her sickeningly sweet one.

Once she was done with that, she finally pulled off and turned to face me once more.
“Open up, I wanna see my work.”
I reluctantly opened my maw as wide as I could without risking anything spilling over. She grinned widely and beamed with pride.
“Mm, looks like I filled you up quite nicely you dirty little slut.”
I tried to break away from her smug glare, but I couldn’t without either closing my mouth or leaning my head. And either of those would result in... well, rather not think of that.

She licked her lips, and suddenly harked gingerly, then spat down into my open mouth, then swiftly shut my maw with her hooves in an iron grip. Okay, now I really wanted to vomit.
“Come on, swallow it,” she cooed deviously into my ear.
I wriggled helplessly in her grasp. She then licked some more of the tears on my cheek as I feebly struggled against her. The mare then placed her tongue over one of my nostrils and looked deeply into my eyes with half-shut eyes. She was enjoying this, the sick freak, she was enjoying watching me struggle... breathing was becoming harder as the seconds passed. Then she encased both my nostrils with her lips. I tried to snort, tired forcing my mouth open, but she was stronger than me. Panic started to bubble inside my chest, my body wanted air, and I could feel my throat preparing for the inevitable...

I swallowed hard. All of it. The second after she heard the gulp, she let go and pulled back. I wheezed, coughed and spat desperately for air, a grimace of disgust clearly visible on my face despite my coughing fit. Goddess... it tasted horrible, I felt horrible. I couldn’t believe I had just swallowed that whole gob of... ew... I was in the middle of trying to spit out of the taste, my tongue extended out of my mouth when she locked a hoof around my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Her tongue darted around inside my gums. And I was this close to throwing up. The fact she was actually gentle and intimate made the whole thing so much worse. Had she taken a master scholarship in how to make ponies feel horrible for being raped?

I did my best to endure it, but the fact she was so surprisingly gentle messed with my mind. So did her rubbing her crotch against mine. Worst of all, I was getting hard again. I hadn't noticed it till now, but apparently my dick had done the more sensible thing and had tried to hide. Not that it seemed to help much against her hungry cunt. Wonder how many poor victims that gaping hole had devoured? Actually, technically, it had already claimed millions of lives. But theoretically, only one foal would have come from each set of seed. So, lets see... how many foals had that monster killed just from me this hour?... Well, it was at least six from what I could remember. Thinking wasn’t exactly high on my priority list right now.

As soon as she noticed I was equally erect, or at least close enough to how hard she was, she slid it in once again and, without missing a beat, began to beat down on my meat once again.
I began to wonder if Med-x could be injected directly into a penis for increased effect? Mine could use that right now. Despite having a few minutes to recover, it was still very sensitive from all the afterglow, and did not want to have another round. But as said, she was the one in charge, why would she care if I hurt? I only lasted roughly another minute before I cried out in pain and another theoretical foal fell victim to the vortex of anguish. My entire body shivered and spasmed as I writhed in agony. My first orgasm had just felt bad, uncomfortable. But each one after that had just started to hurt more and more. I had almost no experience in this, could other males really take this much pounding and still be going?

“P-please... stop... it hurts... s-so bad...”
To my surprise, she actually stopped wrecking my nethers and just smiled unnervingly.
“Sheesh, finally you grow a pair, I was wondering when you’d start crying and begging for real. But I’m afraid you have to repeat the question, I apparently didn’t hear the last part, who were you addressing, tart? Hm?”
I shut my eyes, feeling stinging tears trickle down my cheek, and swallowed what was left of my pride and spoke with a shaky voice:
“Ca-can you please s-stop? It, it hurts... M-Mistress...?”
I hoped that’s what she wanted to hear, shakily opening my eyes to be met by her inspecting me, tapping a hoof to her chin.

“Hmm... a bit corny, but it works. Seems like you are finally starting to learn something. For being such a good toy, I will just give you one more orgasm, with my hooves. You should feel honored: not many mares - and even fewer bucks - have had a chance to be graced by these pretties.”
She slid herself off of me with a wet squelch, some trickles of sperm dripped out and down onto my privates. Not that I particularly cared, I just looked on in a dumb stupor as she placed herself on the bed, beneath my genitals, and behind my ass. At least she seemed to be done with wrecking that at least. She pressed her chest against my hindquarters, and placed her hooves on either side of my beaten rod. I really, really hoped she would be a mare of her words at least.

She grinned and lifted my rear up in the air and began to roughly jerking me off with her front hooves, it burned, it burned like hell. (And while I hated to admit it, she was actually very skilled with her hooves, and if I weren’t in such pain, and if it hadn’t been her, I think I could have even enjoyed it. But right now, it just stung like fuck, less then when she rode me though...) And all I could muster were whimpers and a broken hiccup. The mind-wracking torture went on for another minute before my beaten stallionhood caved in and released a rather feeble load. Not that I cared much for its size, but I was happy it was just over. It almost felt like it would burst like a ripe fruit. The few strands that jetted (or well, more like drooled) out gently dripped down and stained some of my face. I was in too much pain to really care what she had just made me do. Big deal, whoop-de-do. You made a stallion ejaculate on himself, what do you want? A medal?

My penis almost instantly limped down as she let go of it. It still hurt badly as it lay motionless against my matted fur.The poor thing had tinges of red and was swollen, and I doubted I would be able to walk straight for a few days. I wondered if ‘My dick hurts badly...’ was excuse enough to be taken off the queue for a few days. I really hoped so...otherwise I was really tempted to accidentally slip on the stairs and break something again. Since honestly, as much pain as my member was giving me right now, I wouldn’t have minded being a mare. I doubted theirs hurt this bad after close to an hour of abuse... then again, if I had that little extra flesh, I wouldn’t even BE abused...

It really sucked; your whole life was handed to you simply because of whose womb you crawled in and out of, and which sperm you had happened to be. I doubt I’d have swam so furiously if I knew this was the reward for winning that race. Oh well... I coughed weakly and tried to move, but the cuffs hindered me from moving. Daisy then appeared in my vision once more, and I really did want to pour bleach into my eyes. Then I’d at least not have to see the fucker’s mocking grin. She leaned close and licked some more tears off my cheek as she murmured in a pleased tone. Ugh... weren’t you done tormenting me yet, you hellspawn of evil? Or what? You also have to take a dump on me to make me feel more like shit?

My eyes went wide as she actually did turn around and lowered her rear towards my face. SHIT! I WAS JUST JOKING! I WAS JUST JOKING! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! EVER HEARD OF SARCASM? However, to my... ‘relief’, she just began to rub her package over my face, coating it in a new layer of mare musk and lubricant, also smearing out my own seed. After finishing with my face, she began to rub it over the rest of my body; thankfully, my little friend had managed to retract back into safety. After a few minutes, she was finished with her humiliation and I reeked of mare - her to be precise. Gee, thanks. This really will help me when I curl up crying in the showers later, trying to scrub clean and forget about what you did to me. Thanks a lot, bitch.

Daisy then turned around and squatted down over my face, again. And said in a matter of fact voice: “Clean my cunt, you made it messy.”
... just a bite, just one bite... I was sure I could crush her precious clit off, just grind it to mush... goddess dammit I wanted to do it so badly. I know she’d feed my member through the cogs downstairs, but I think it would still be a fair trade... but for whatever reason, I wasn’t in the mood to commit suicide right now. So instead I murmured a reply and began to lick her rancid genitals. The fact that I could taste my own slightly salty seed somehow made the whole thing more bearable. At least it wasn’t mare I tasted. Well, it was still there, but my own flavor covered it partially.

After being forced to lick her out and made to swallow some more of my own genetic material she pushed out, I had also been made to suck her off. She, however, unlike Pepper, demanded that I do it harder, and harder. I was a bit fuzzy on the exact details, but it had taken a few minutes... I think... when she came, she had hammered her hindquarters down on my face; I vaguely remember my nostril being penetrated as she fucked my face, giving me a concussion in the process. I take back my previous statement about Pepper and the medical mare... they were totally alright compared to this psycho. Great... I think my- yeah, my nostril was bleeding... could I please walk away from this with one part of my body that didn’t hurt? ONE freaking orifice not violated? Or were you planning to shoving your clit into my ears too?

I knew it was anatomically impossible, but I doubted something as feeble as physics would stop this crazy fuck. I mean, I had seen some sort up pump on that desk, I kn- ok wait, better just do like a good buck and shut up and be quiet... if it was something I’d learned from this, it was don’t fucking tempt fate. I folded my ears down protectively. At least one part of me was going to make it out of here unmolested. Don’t worry eardrums, I will protect you if it’s the last thing I do.
I stared at her goods with pure hatred; she waggled her ass in front of me.
“Oi, slut, you missed a spot.”
Oh you have to be shitting me... I hissed and mumbled under my breath, something I regretted as I thought it would get me injured, but oddly enough, she just responded with a cackle.

I began licking the stupid cunt’s stupid cunt once more. My tongue had grown tired, but I just wanted this to end sometime. I was tired, my whole body ached. Goddess! Did she never stop? Actually, I was a bit unsure... did mares ever need to stop? Other than from physical exhaustion I mean... I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out, in case the answer was no. She cackled softly... a little TOO softly. A chill ran down my spine, was she going for a round two?
“Silly buck, that’s the wrong hole.”
Wait... what did she mean wi- my tongue locked position where it was... did she just tell me to?
I tried to suppress a gag but failed. Her laughter just rose in volume in response to that.

“Oh, come on now, you haven’t even started. And chill you moron, I took a shower three days ago. You could skip it if you want, but then I have to admit, I got quite an itch in my vag in that case... like, I still have twenty minutes left, if you know what I mean.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! ... I could always hope I passed out of exhaustion? No... even I knew that wouldn’t work... fuck... this would suck ass... literally. She lowered her hindquarters a bit more, and I never thought I’d think it, but right about now, I’d rather be licking her other hole. At least that looked less... ok, well, neither of em looked inviting. But come on! I silently wished she’d get horrible boils or something on her privates... then regretted it a second later, seeing how she’d probably just make me lick or suck on those too... I hated my job right now, more than anything.

I closed my eyes and leaned forward, this was going to taste like shit, I presumed. I mean, I knew what I was being forced to lick, and I doubted she cleaned very thoroughly... as soon as my tongue made contact, I realized that it wa- no, scratch that, ew, fuck, blech! I had just gotten lucky and hit a clean spot. I croaked, gagged and felt nauseated. She pressed her rear into my face, making my reluctantly held out tongue actually slid inside her for a brief moment. I pulled back, spitting and hacking, leaning my head to the left, dry heaving a few times. Fuck this, just fuck me raw, I couldn’t deal with this shit. There was a fucking limit to what I allowed myself to go through, and I would not kiss ass just to be less abused, I had a shred of standards and dignity left. As I laid there sputtering, trying to get the taste of an asshole’s asshole off my tongue, she gave an indignant ‘humph’ and gave me a swift kick on the noggin that I barely felt in my current state.

“Well, aren’t you the sissy prissy? Too good to get down and dirty? Well, fine, you little baby. Be a cowardly dweeb. But mark my words, you will have to do it sooner or later. You are only delaying the inevitable. Just guess what the first thing you will be doing next time is... and if you throw up, I’ll make you eat it. If it hits me... well, lets just leave it at that...”
I mentally added a note on my imaginary to-do list, reminding me to not eat the day before I had her next time... or throw myself down stairs...
She sighed and got off me with way too much swag for my liking. Her goods twitched and winked at me, soaked in her lubricant and still fully erect. I knew it was just a part of her, but I still resented it with a burning passion. She then turned to me and looked down at me.

“Right, we’re done here. You were quite bad overall, but you amused me enough to not have me flog you. You have ten minutes to get your sorry ass out of my room. I will go take a shower, you can prance yourself back to where you came from. And don’t try to clean off or take too long, I will hear about or notice it. And if I do, we will try to find out if a stallion can suck himself off with enough... ‘encouragement’. And after that... well, you still got another nostril I haven’t fucked yet.”
She leaned close and unlocked my limbs with a key she fished out of her scruffy mane. They fell limply to my side. I had no energy to move them with.

I was free once again... or well, as free as any buck in 99 was. I just lay there, staring weakly at her as she left the room. I was really, really thirsty... but at least it was over... for now. I curled up sniffling, all my tears matted into my fur. I felt filthy, abused. I began to tremble once more. My whole body ached, and there was caked blood over several areas of my body. I smelled awful, coated in a mixture of several bodily fluids, less than half of it my own, and wanted nothing more than to just sleep and get away from all this... just for it all to start over the very next day. So this was the first day of the rest of my life?

Sticks and Stones

“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!”

With a Pinch of Pepper

Note: This is a "unofficial" extra chapter seen from Pepper's perspective after a certain chapter. If you haven't found out the fate about BJ's mother, then you haven't read long enough, and is advised to not read this due to spoilers. And this is only semi-canon to the actual side canon of this story. Mainly as a "spin-off build up" in case someone would want a stable 99 pony or something. So yeah, this is a bit messier written then the rest of the story. (and like, overall lower quality imo, but that's just me.) Might be worth to mention: This chapter doesn't contain any "direct" sexual themes, but just gives a slight afterword, and is mostly just trying to be sad..

Well... This sucked cervix... ever since I'd manage to sneak out of the stable after that last riot where... Blackjack was it? Anyhow, where that dumb broad from my security squad somehow had been out of here, survived for a few weeks, just to come back and liberate the stable from the overcunt and her band of psychotic mares. And now, from what I just heard from this box, kill the entire stable? I wasn't sure what to make out of the situation. Had they really all turned crazy like the other ones? Well, I had no time to ponder about it, the other very few ponies that decided to follow me when I snuk out. Heck, I was glad Cinder was a coward. If she hadn't bolted for the exit during that fight where the other security mare came back, I'd never had been able to round out the little group I was now in charge over.

Thanks to her message from outside, I had been able to convince others to tag along... not many, but a few. It had however been good to know that things out here were allot more lethal then indoors. We had already lost a pony due to the environment alone. I waited until they had left and began to make my way to our impromptu camp: A nearby cave. That's when I spotted something crawling along the path over yonder... wait... was that?
"Medical mare?" I exclaimed in a genuinely surprised tone. "I thought you were dead!"
She coughed weakly and smiled. "I... I disguised myself during that first monstrosity after that first invasion and ran out and away during one of their raiding parties... it was horrible, they... they killed, ate and tortured anypony they could find, and raped every buck before killing them... and not even necessarily in that order..."

I strode up to her and looked her over. She had a nasty looking gash on her side, it would need to be disinfected before I could wrap it in bandages. She seemed a bit malnourished, but otherwise appeared to be fine apart from the wound.
"C-could I have something t-to drink? P-please..." The mare begged weakly.
I fished up a bottle of ... empty bottle. I frowned at the container. Blast. I forgot I had drunk it while waiting for Bucket, that security mare, that frightening thing with wings and horn and the rest of them to leave.
"I'm out of water, but we have a camp just around an hour away, do you thin-"
I saw how the mare slumped to the side after I had said I was out of water. I pressed a hoof to her throat. Good, she still had a pulse. I leaned in close and held my ear against her muzzle. And she was still breathing. That's also good.

I paced around in a circle. What the buck was I going to do? I could run back and forth to the camp, but that might take to long. And I couldn't leave her here. And I doubted I had the eggs to carry her... it was a long way. And I was quite frankly not the thickest branch of the tree... why couldn't I just solve problems like I was used to? Or do like I did in the stable... wait a minute... My eyes shot up and a huge grin spread across my face. Actually, I could do just that. I began to wriggle out of my barding, but not before eyeing around myself to make sure the coast was clear. Once sure I was safe enough, I levitated out my baton and giggled with glee.

* * *

With her wounds wrapped up and two filled bottles, I took the unconscious mare and placed the tip of the bottle against her lips. She slowly began to drink it down. Her eyes slowly fluttered open after around half the content was gone and she gave a weak cough, shakily sitting up and I levitated the bottle away from her as she got up.
"W-what happened?" she exclaimed woozily and she wobbly got onto her hooves fully.
"You passed out, but don't worry. I cleaned and tended to your injuries, and I fixed something for you to drink."
I floated over the half empty container which she greedily grasped in her hooves and gulped down the rest.

She scrunched her nose after the container was empty.
"Ich...not the best water I've had, a tad bit to... I don't know, it's a bit spicy in a way."
I couldn't suppress a gigglesnort which made her look at me.
"Wait... I remember you said you were out of water. You have two bottles? And what exactly did you clean my wounds with? You're only wearing a belt with room for two bottles, a baton and a small medical kit. And I know there's no disinfect-" the mare began to sniff and turned her head to where the bandages were. "Is that... ammonia I smell?"
There seemed to be a mental debate inside her head before she let out a sigh and unscrewed the lid on the second bottle.

"Okay well...yeah... that can be used as a disinfectant... thanks Pepper... even though that is gross..."
She slowly started drinking from the second bottle, shuddering lightly.
"Don't thank me dear, thank Squishy, she was the one that came up with the idea. And the one that fixed the drinks!"
The medical pony stopped drinking and nearly dropped the bottle. Her eyes going wide and stared at me, then back to the bottle before it seemed to dawn on her what she was drinking. Her face scrunched up and she spat out what was in her mouth with an amusing 'pfttfttft' noise as it sprayed everywhere. Most of it my face, it was kinda turning me on to be honest. But not as much as seeing her gulp it down.

She gagged and dry heaved a few times before looking at me with a shocked expression.
"Y-you made me.. made me drink...?" she looked nauseated and stared at the bottle.
"Yeah. So what? It's not like it's poisonous. Not as full of vitamins and whatnot as males, but works for hydration. Besides, that's the two bodily fluids I have access to... ok well, there's blood to, but I doubt you'd prefer that, and my other was used to clean your wound. Or would you rather have died of thirst?" I retorted, trying my best to look offended with varied success. I think the fact I was softly giggling ruined most of my facade...
"Yeah b- it's ne.. for th-..." She sunk down onto her haunches and let out a reluctant sigh of defeat. "Okay fine... but if you mention to anypony you finally get me to drink you gunk, I will circumcise you..." She stared at me, glaring daggers.

I yelped and jumped back, feeling my nethers clenching protectively. I knew this mare was timid, but if it was something I had learnt, she always kept her promises. Always. I felt a few beads of sweat trickling down my forehead.
"Heh... chillax girl, it was necessary for your survival." Even if I did really enjoy it... I gave an awkward smile.
"I know... and I never thought I'd say this but: I actually hate this place more then our stable..."
I gave a genuine smile and patted her on her head. "Same here. And I've barely been out here a day. But like I was trying to say before: We got a cave set up around an hour of walk from here. We got some processed food and water from the storage. Snatched the last stored when we prepared to leave. They had access to the newly recycled after we left anyhow.

The mare resumed to drink down the last of my work and a grin spread across my face, which quickly died, along with my erect and puffy vulva when she gave me a glare and flashed her flank at me as I saw the bloody scalpel on it... not worth the risk... not worth it at all.. I gave a nervous smile as I levitated the first bottle back into my belt.
"S-so, not to be pushy or indicate anything but, do you think you are good enough to walk the way back or would you nee-"
I think I can make it there. On the unlikely event I'd dehydrate along the way, I will tell you, and you will have my permission to... 'provide' me with fluids. But like I said, if you trick me into drinking it without my agreement..."
She gave me another look that made the remaining blood in my pride froze. A shiver ran through my spine.
"G-got it..."

* * *

We had been walking for around half an hour, and I had politely avoided to... 'offer her seconds', despite her mentioning it would probably taste less bad if it was at least warm. Also mentioning how it was more efficient to drink body temperatured liquid and some other medical talk that just managed to make me feel queasy for entirely different reasons..
"Uh, hey. Speaking of our reproductive organs..." she raised an eyebrow, inspecting me carefully. "I was just wondering, could you take out the things in our wombs? I mean... I was supposed to be allowed to have a foal this year and..."
Her stare softened and she gave me a sad look, then stopped trotting. I skid to a halt and looked at her with concern.
"Something the mat-"
She silenced me with a hoof, looking away

"I shouldn't tell you this but, seeing how we might die out here anyhow..." She seemed to be be holding back tears. "Pepper... I know how much you've talked about having a daughter and how much you've looked forwards to it, but truth is...you remember the twins Scraps got? And how she even got to keep both girls?" I nodded slowly, something unpleasant forming in my stomach. "Well... you never got your talisman..." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "during the procedure, my mom noticed that your ovaries weren't looking like they should..." she took a deep breath and spoke once more. "Pepper, you have scrambled eggs, you are infertile... you were never given a talisman because you never needed one, you can't have foals. Another mare was just assigned to take your place for repopulating the stable. I was going to tell you, but I just... you seemed to be dealing with so much at the time, and then I just forgot about it. I'm sorry Pepper, I really am. There used to be equipment to help with this, even ones so two mares could have a foal together, heck, even stallions with a surrogate mare could. But our stable doe-didn't have such spells or equipment, and I doubt you will find it out here..."

I sat down. Hard. Hot tears began to blur my vision and burned my eyes as I began to shake. She moved in closer, lifting a foreleg towards me, but I recoiled and pushed her away, sniffling like a foal. Pieces started falling together now, I had never been called into the gyno more then every two years, I never had a check up on my talisman, and I hadn't gotten permission to have a foal, despite that my mother had passed on and off into the recycler. She moved towards me again, this time more sternly. I once more tried to push her away, but she didn't budge and locked around my shoulder with a hoof, I pushed with both hooves, trying to pry her off me, but somehow she was much stronger then me. She had me pinned in her grasp as I weakly struggled to break free with little result. Eventually I just gave in and broke down crying.

"Schh... it's okay hun..." she whispered softly into my ear, trying to calm me down. I was unable to hear the rest of what she said, but her soothing voice slowly calmed me down as I shook and wept in her grasp. Several minutes passed consisting only of my occasional weak sniffle and of her constantly brushing through my mane. With my main priority and goal of escaping the stable shattered, I just stared blankly into that vast sea of grey clouds in the sky. I had only read about them, but they gave a very somber atmosphere. Suddenly she broke the silence, speaking softly "Pepper... we have to go now. It's getting dark, and we don't want to be out here without a shelter by then..." I nodded slowly and got shakily up on my hooves. My eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. All that couldn't have been good for my body's fluid level... I began to walk towards the cliffs where we had our cave. Maybe tomorrow is a better day...