I was led down the streets of Ponyville, in front of me, holding my leash was a black stallion in both mane and coat. He wore a brown trenchcoat with a wide brim hat. His name was Black Kiss.

It had been three days since I awoke in the hospital, I was swiftly put into a small cage. As I waited in the cage about twice an hour more or less depending on the time of day, no times at night, I was taken out to be examined by random stallions or caribou.

They talked to a caribou that ran the facility that I was placed in. Always they ordered me to turn around and lift my tail then grabbing my pee spreading it open for potential customers to see. Some poked and prodded me themselves. Sticking their cocks inside of me to the point of releasing themselves, or making me suck them.

The caribou seemed to enjoy my appearance a lot more than the pony stallions did. The caribou took enjoyment out of seeing the creature I became and would do extra mean things like pinch my body or smack me across the head. Pony stallions on the other hand seemed greatly disturbed somewhat fearful of my appearance.

Many of my potential buyers asked how I was able to do chores with no hands? My caretaker told them it wouldn’t be easy for me. Most of the buyers made remarks about how trying to take care of a bitch like me wouldn’t be worth the time or effort and leave.

When done with me I was put back into the cage. I would be instructed to stick out my pee into the cage next to me and let the neighboring mare clean me out if a male used me. I had to do the return for my neighbors if they were used as well.

On the second day they took me to see my mother, she had an equine body just like mine. I tried to speak to her. She turned away for me. I asked her, “Why did she kill daddy!”

“Because the real him wouldn’t want me to let him hurt you!” She shouted at me.

“He would be alive now to take care of me instead of being traded around by strangers!” I shouted back, “I might have even have my original body!”

Suddenly my mother roughly knocked me to the ground. She starts stomping on me as hard as she could with her hooves. I felt a rib crack in a hoof smack me hard in the face. “Celestia forgive me! Celestia forgive me!” She chanted.

Then I realized she was trying to kill me, she was trying to kill me by beating me to death. She hated this world so much. She wants to do one last effort to free me from it.

It took two stallions to pull her off of me. A fourth help me up off the ground and took me out of the room. The area around my eye quickly popped up as Silver Pulse examined me again. He gave me some healing magic for my rib. He also had to lance my swollen eye to let the blood flow out.

“You looked like a fucking cave bitch before, how the heck am I supposed to get a good price for you at auction now?” My handler said as he stuffed me back in my cage. The nice mare in the cage next to me licked my still seeping wounds.

It was the next day when Black Kiss came. I’ve overheard the black stallion talking to my caribou handler.

“I’m here to talk about the selling of your special filly?” He said to the handler.

“Other than being a good fuck, she doesn’t have any other good qualities I can show off, she can’t even masturbate herself properly. I mean what’s up with you ponies? Hands and good looks isn’t the most important thing in a bitch!” The handler remarks.

“I could barrow her, take her to my asylum for some servant training,” Black Kiss suggested.

“You mean teaching her how to cook, clean, care for some old bastard by wiping off his shit,” The caribou spits on the ground, “I don’t see the point of teaching those dumb things that stuff.”

“We ponies want more bang for our bits,” Black Kiss explains, “I suppose I do because I’m too kindhearted, I take the bitches no one wants and at least try to make them acceptable. I have a big in busy placed to take care of after all.”

“Very well,” The handler nods his head.

So I walked through Ponyville, first time I ever actually got a good look at the world after the caribou came. Many males led naked females around with leashes although some were unleashed. One mare was squatting down to pee on a patch of grass. Another was tied to a public use rack cover in jizz. There was also a couple who was on their knees sucking on cocks right in front of everybody.

“You look amazed?” Black Kiss remarks with a smile.

“Everything is just so different,” I point out.

“Yeah things changed rather quickly,” Black Kiss nods his head.

“Where is this asylum you were talking about?” I asked the stallion.

“At the edge of the town,” He answered me, “Since Ponyville is a small town, it’s not too overly crowded, at least not yet, more and more towns from the surrounding area seems to send more mares to me.”

Soon we came onto the compound, it was an old baron run factory with a house on top of the hill overlooking a set of square brick buildings. All of it surrounded by a concrete wall.

We walked up to a barred gate with a sigh next to it, “Ponyville Anus Bitch Asylum,” The sign said.

I noticed there were some stallions walking out through the gate as we walked in, down a short road that split off into twos paths with a sign showing directions. “Factory”,”Barracks”.

A pale blue pegasus stallion in a blue hoodie with black pants gently walks a beshoveled green mare with a purple collar onto the lawn. Her mane was lavender and she had a quill for a cutie mark, she muttered to herself.

“How are we doing today Pansy Poem?” Black Kiss asked the mare.

“I’m naked? Why em I naked?” The mare says to herself.

“It’s her day to go to the breeding line,” The blue stallion who I thought looked rather handsome said to Black Kiss.

“No, no, don’t want to,” Pansy Poem mutters to herself.

Black Kiss pets the mare on the head, “Now sweetheart you know it’s your duty, we all must do our part to help this place keep running.”

“No, no,” The mare muttered as she was led away.

Black Kiss turns to me, “You won’t be staying with the purple collars,” The stallion told me, “You’d be staying in the vocational rehabilitation wing since you have physical issues not mental ones, Including you there will be five physically disabled mares there you understand?”

I nodded my head and let the stallion continue.

“We also have a wing for purple collar mares, some were crazy before the fall or turned crazy by the fall,” Black Kiss said, “Since the fall the number of committed mares with severe mental breakdown has doubled to about twenty four. Despite this place being for mares, we also have been given permission to take in some stallions that had been mentally broken as well and have some special needs we can provide. We also have an extreme care wing. We use it to take care of mares who become extremely weak from disease, some of them are dying, others may not be able to move for one reason or another.”

I was brought into the building through a side door. The room was some kind of bread kitchen. I could hear the sound of a stallion grunting in the slight moans of a mare.

We walked around the corner to see a red collared mare being bent over a counter as she was plowed by an ugly looking dark blue caribou.

The mare was flushed and playing with the nipples on her chest. The nub on her head said she used to be a unicorn.

“Nervona!” Black Kiss shout at the ugly young caribou, “Did I say you could fuck Still Breeze?”

The caribou called Nervona stepped away from Still Breeze causing the mare to fall lumply to the floor.

“I know you took her as your own personal slave, but she’s such a good fuck,” Nervona answered.

“Sorry master, I can say ‘no‘ but do nothing else,” Still Breeze said trying to prop the upper part of her body by using her hands. Her body was sky blue with a light jade mane. The mare’s breasts were huge and she had a large butt and legs.

“It’s okay, “Black Kiss told her, “Stay here with the miss Indigo will I go have a chat with mister Nervona.”

“Yes master,” Still Breeze replies to the stallion.

Black Kiss and Nervona walks out of the room. Still Breeze looks at me, she pulls her body across the floor and extends up her hand. “Still Breeze,” The mare introduced herself.

“Indigo Plateau,” I gave the mare my hoof.

“Could you slide the cart over here?” Still Breeze motioned to a flat blue cart next to me. I pushed the thing to her with my hooves and the mare began to set herself up on the cart using her arms. At this point I realized that she couldn’t move the lower half of her body.

“You’re paralyzed,” I said shocked.

“And your wings have been plucked,” Still Breeze joked.

“Did they do that to you?” I asked nervously.

“No, I was paralyzed since before the fall,” Still Breeze smiled, “I had a chair and everything, then the glorious truth came to me, despite not being able to feel anything below my waist my body has become energized with a whole new sexuality.”

I noticed a trickle of liquid dripping off the cart from underneath the mare. “You’re peeing yourself,” I pointed out nervously.

“Oh, yeah that happens, my plug must have gotten knocked loose,” Still Breeze started searching the floor. She finds a small rubber object that resembled the tiny butt plug. The mare grabs it, she pulls back her clitoris and spreads apart the tiny hole with her free fingers in with her free hand slides the plug into her urethra.

I can’t control my bladder or my bowels anymore, I tried to keep plugs in them but accidents happen,” Still Breeze sighed, “That is why I’ve been placed here, any master who buys me needs an extra mare to clean up after me,” She giggles, “Speaking of you think you could lick that up for me?”

I look to the puddle on the floor, I’ve tasted pee since I have put my mouth on stallions and mares but I never lapped the stuff up. But the nonchalantly way Still Breeze made the request obviously meant it wasn’t an abnormal one.

“Is something the matter?” Still Breeze asked curiously.

“Umm, no,” I shook my head and bent down to start lapping up the puddle on the floor.

As she watched me lick up all the liquid, Still Breeze spread her legs open with her hands. “This too please,”

I did what I was asked without hesitation burying my muzzle into her crotch. Still Breeze looked down at me smiling, she started petting me with one hand and playing with her hardening nipple from the sight of me eating her out. Her pussy was definitely limp not filling sexually erect at all in my mouth. But her tits obviously still worked.

“Oh yes dear, you will make a fine red collar,” Still Breeze moaned as she starts fondling with both of her breasts at the same time.

“I need to be adopted by a master first,” I replied.

“I’m sure you will,” Still Breeze reaches to underneath my belly and starts playing with the tits between my thighs.

The sound came first to my ears, then the smell hit my nose, It was bacon, sizzling bacon and something that’s a lot like eggs. My stomach began to grumble and I lifted my head up from the blue mare’s crotch.

“Is something the matter?” Still Breeze asked.

“Food, real food,” I said my mouthwatering.

“Well let’s see who is cooking,” Still Breeze folded her legs up onto the cart putting herself in a kneeling sitting position she begins to pull herself and the cart across the floor using her hands.

There was a dull black filly with red and yellow flaming hair, she had a sun for cutie mark with writing on her butt pointing at her sun mark. “This means she’s Celestia’s little whore,” it said. The filly looked to be about a year older than I was. She held the pan shaking the bacon in it with one hand as her other hand and arm for that matter was missing from the middle of the upper arm. Two more pans were sitting on the stove.

“Hey Still Breeze,” The black collar filly said nonchalantly as she dumps the bacon onto a plate.

“Flame Burn, this is our new guest Indigo Plateau,” Still Breeze introduced me.

“Hi,” I replied.

“Nice to meet you,” Flame Burn said as she quickly walks over to the fridge and starts taking out more eggs. “Could you grab that pan off the stove? I’m a little busy.” The filly smirks at me.

I first looked at my hooves then back at the pan.

“Use your mouth,” Flame Burn quickly points out.

I grab the handle of the pan with my muzzle, but I miscalculated in my cheek touched the hot plate it was attached to. I instantly yelp and dropped the pan on the floor.

Flame Burn turns and frowns at the spilt food and pen on the floor.

“Are you okay?” Still Breeze asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Flame Burn.

“Don’t worry you’d get the hang of it soon,” Flame Burn told me.

“Soon?” I asked.

“All of us, has to learn to cook, clean, and of course,” Flame Burn then sighs closing her eyes, “Fuck,”

“She hadn’t quite yet learned to accept the glory of the caribou,” Still Breeze points out. The mare then turns to me. “Now Indigo show me your rear, despite it being an accident, you still need to be punished for dropping food.” She said as she gathered the mess on the floor with her hands.

Suddenly the mare grabs my pee with one hand pulls it open and shoves the dirty slop into me. I winced because it was still a little hot. She shoves her fingers and to make sure it went in deep.

“Now that has to stay there until one of the overseers says it can come out,” She told me.

“It used to be we had to lick it off the floor, until some bitches got smart,” Flame Burn complained.

“I see that you two are getting acquainted,” Black Kiss says as he walks back into the room.

“You found a really good girl.” Still Breeze replied.

“You have finished cooking the overseers meals?” Black Kiss asks Flame Burn.

“Yes master,” Flame Burn said reluctantly.

“Then cook up the cum packs for our mares,” Black Kiss orders.

“Yes master,” Flame Burn nods her head.

“When you are done, You should take her to the common room and introduce her to the others, I’m going back to my office,” Black Kiss told the mare before walking off again.

Flame Burn takes out some packets filled with white stuff that appeared to be jizz of some kind. Then pulls out some bottles with the word “Buttmilk” plastered on it. The filly rips open the bags and pours them in a bowl with the buttmilk. She whisked the two together thoroughly then dumps half the contents in the dirty pan she had just took the bacon from.

The mixture sizzled and cooked fluffing up like eggs, when they were completely cooked she dumps it on a plate then dumps the rest of the bowl’s contents into the hot pan. In the end she makes about five of these cum cakes.

We put the plates on a mobile tray and pushed it down a white hall. We went into a large room with some chairs and a number of sex toys were sproon about. There are two mares waiting in the room, both of them black collars.

One mare was a tall young stickly yellow mare with long late blue hair, her eyes were milky indicating that she was blind. The mare’s cutie mark was a yellow green eight pointed star shape flower. She was masturbating herself by moving the big green dildo in and out of her pee letting out soft moans.

The other mare was closer to middle age, coat white with a slight tint of green, mane short and green, a jagged scar ran up her right leg, she held the black walking stick in her hand. Cutie mark was a set of three red and black stones. The nub on her head showed that she was once a unicorn. The mare sat nicely in a chair.

“What’s there?” The yellow pony asks, she stopped moving the dildo but didn’t remove it, “Did the master bring in the beasts again?”

“This is Indigo Plateau,” Still Breeze introduced me, “She has been changed with caribou magic to take a more primitive form.

I give a curtsy to the room,

“Such a polite young lady,” The green pony said to me, “I am Jasper Hope, my friend is Alchemilla Hill.”

“Hello,” Alchemilla said holding on her hands. I got the hint and step toward her so she could touch me. She started with my face. “Is that a cut?”

“My mother did that to me,” I told her, “I accepted my place, she did not like that.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Alchemilla said as she moved down to my neck, she touched my legs and forehooves, “You are a strange creature?” She remarks.

The mare then went to my torso which led to my underbelly. She played with my tits looking confused at what they were.

The yellow mare’s breasts were hanging down in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked a nipple on her breast. The sudden sensation made her flinch back. I smile and remarks, “Just returning the favor.”

“Oh,” Alchemilla blushed, “Mind if you show me your pussy? I should touch it in case the overseers tried to test me?”

I nodded my head, kind of half realizing that she couldn’t have seen my jester I turn my rear to her.

The blind mare first touched me with her hands. Then she suddenly smashed her face into my pee and starts rubbing her mouth and nose into it taking deep sniffs then shortly explores me with her tongue. The mare then retreats from me and pats me on the head.

“It appears you have been punished for dropping food,” she remarks licking a bit of something from her lip, “Anyway, Think you for letting me check you out.”

We then passed out the cum cakes. The stuff cooked was a lot easier to take down my gullet than raw. As we ate, the handsome blue Pegasus came walking into the room. My heart fluttered a little at the sight of him. He sees me and smiles.

“Ah, you must be Indigo Plateau,” He says to me.

“Yes I am ,” I replied nervously.

“My name is Seeker Storm, Now? Who’s turn is it to help me with chores?” Seeker asked.

“My turn,” Flame Burn raised her remaining hand.

“Good, Indigo you are going to come with us,” The stallion told me.

Author's Note

I may or may not continue on from this point, I wanted to write enough to show the basic concept and maybe come back to it when I feel like it. There is other stuff that I’m writing if I come back to it, it might be a little a while.