Chapter 3: Coming to Terms With One’s Life As A Breeder Mare
(Octavia’s POV)

The cello's strings hummed with a low, steady rhythm of chords that filled the garden with a mournful dirge. My hands worked both the bow and the strings with the smooth precision of not only years upon years of practice, but with the natural talent and bond that comes from a musician who is completely in tune with her instrument and the music inside her.

As much as I hated my circumstance, this wretched place my life had taken me, I could not deny the truth in my heart. I had sorely missed playing the cello, and had feared never putting my hands to working this music again. For all that had been taken from me, from all of Equestria, at least this one thing I had back in my grasp, this one part of myself that was most precious to me…

But the price of it? I had to consciously focus on my music to stop my hands from wanting to stray to my belly. It was still too early in the pregnancy for me to be showing much, though I had begun to gain a bit of pudge down there, and the morning sickness had begun. One month since I’d been purchased by the noble, Gilded Cage. One month with that stallion forcing himself upon me. There’d never been any real question of whether or not I’d end up with his offspring growing inside me. Especially considering he’d drugged me during that first week with drugs that induced an artificial estrus.

As my music took on a higher, sorrowful note, my mind wandered down dark paths, and questions abounded inside me. When Gilded had first bought me and revealed his plans to me to impregnate me so that I might pass on my musical talents to our foal, I was horrified and outraged. I still was, but the feelings had numbed gradually over the past month, or at least had become confused. There could be no doubt I held no love for Gilded Cage, indeed how could I do anything other than loath the stallion? He was as repugnant in nature as any other of Equestria’s stallions since the Caribou race had taken over and somehow corrupted them into sex crazed monsters who treated all females as nothing but objects for their gratification. The only difference that I could tell with Gilded was that he hid the worst of his nature behind a veneer of nobility and politeness. It was clear that in his mind he was giving me and other mares like me a good deal, providing us with better lodgings, food, and care than we would ever expect to receive from other stallions or the Caribou themselves. All we had to do in exchange was allow him to put his seed inside us and pass our talents on to the next generation.

In our first meeting I’d threatened to do whatever I could to make sure I never brought a foal to term, and in that moment of desperation I think I might have meant it… but since then that feeling had passed.

I feared for my foal now. I feared for his or her future, and what kind of life they might have in this kind of world, where males were taught to do whatever they pleased with females and to engage in the most debauched of sexual acts. Yet now that I knew there was a small, helpless pony growing inside me, I felt protective of it. Filly or colt, they’d need guidance and love in order to survive this terrible world. And perhaps, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I liked the idea of ensuring my skills, my music, lived on. I’d never had much time for a social life before the Caribou took control. I’d never expected to have a foal. Now that I knew I was, regardless of the terrible circumstances of the conception… I wanted to see my little pony and make sure they had the best life I could give them.

That also meant that the core of my willingness to resist Gilded in any meaningful way was all but evaporated. I still did not accept my position as a supposed “lesser” creature, as an object. I still did not like calling Gilded “master” and often make my feelings on his sexual desires clear; that I still was a person, a refined woman of dignity. No amount of sexual degradation would change that!

Or so I sincerely hoped, but doubts crept through me like the deepening shadows of night. Was I no better, now, than a red collared mare, who gives herself willingly and eagerly to the desires of their stallions? I thought of my old friend, and one-time lover, Vinyl Scratch. The last time I’d seen her was when I’d been sold and processed by the Caribou. We’d both been raped by numerous stallions and Caribou at that point, to break us and get us used to our new “place” in the world. I continued to resist, to hold myself with dignity, and hence I’d received a black collar to show my unwillingness.

Vinyl, however, my friend, and a mare I could have said I loved… she’d become somepony else. Somepony I didn’t recognize. By the end of it all she’d wanted to do was suck the cocks of her masters and please them with every hole on her body. She acted as if it was fun. Fun!

”Relax Octy, it’s just like another party! Only it never ends!” Vyinl said, grunting and panting as one stallion rammed his thick cock into her pussy from behind, her white ass shaking and bouncing as she thrust to meet the stallion’s eager pumping. In front of her she worked the shaft of a tall Caribou warrior, her hands eagerly stroking while her tongue licked up and down.

The Carbiou grunted and grabbed Vyinl firmly on her electric blue mane, tilting her head up as he glared at her, “Stop talking, bitch, and get that throat of yours working! I want my balls sucked dry by that cunt mouth. Demonstrate to this black collared slut what a female’s purpose is!”

Vyinel grinned widly, too widely, a marcbe, twisted pardoy of the natural smile I had known and fallen in love with.

“You got it boss man! Master! I love cock!”

With those words Vynil went to work, wraping her lips around the Caribou’s shaft and taking it into her throat nearly the hilt, while not even slowing down as she shoved her pussy back into the stallion that was ploughing her from behind. The stallion grunted, teeth gritting as he unloaded, hands groping Vynil’s ass and shoving her pussy all the way onto his cock in one final thrust. In seconds dribbles of cum seeped from the edges of Vynil’s pussy lips and the mare groaned even as she continued to deep throat the Caribou.

I could barely feel the stallion that had me on my back, similarly ramming a hard cock into me. I only had eyes for Vyinl, tears filling my vision, as I watched my friend. A friend I knew I’d never be able to reach, or save, or even see again…

The cello had stopped playing. I was holding it against my body, head lowered as quiet sobs escaped me.

“No, no, no, this won’t do,” said a cultured voice nearby, and I raised my head. Gilded Cage stood across from the small pond that was situated in the middle of the large garden behind his manor. His arms were crossed and he looked at her with an air of both affection and faint distress.

“I detest seeing tears on one of my precious mares. I understand that mood swings will be part of this process, but if my lovely Octavia is shedding tears for another reason then her master demands to know about it.”

I hastily wiped at my face, not liking him seeing me like that. Which I suppose might seem strange given he saw me in every other way. He allowed me to wear clothes, a thing normally against the Caribou’s rules. Granted the clothing was… revealing. Actually more than revealing, all the clothing allowed to me was designed to accentuate and draw attention to my breasts, rear end, and marehood, which remained exposed. Black silk leggings, and a similar tight fitting dress still left holes and exposed parts in all the areas that mattered. I tried not to mind it, and wore the clothes as a choice.

“Unless you possess the power to change the past, there’s nothing you can do,” I said, intentionally leaving off the ‘master’ for just a second or two until I saw the flash in his eyes, then I said “Master.”

He didn’t seem to like my response, his blond mane bristling slightly before he smoothed it with a hand and approached me with calm, smooth, purposeful steps. Gilded always seemed to walk with a purpose, as if every action was meant to lead to something grander. Once he was close to me he reached out a hand, giving me an expectant look. I briefly debated pretending not to know what he wanted, but my mood for playing games was ruined by my memories of Vyinl so I simply took his hand and let him set aside my cello and pull me into his arms.

I was actually just a bit taller than he was, though that hardly mattered as he put one hand on the back of my head and ran his fingers through my mane, one of his favorite things to do. His other hand went down to the curve of my rear, gripping the flesh there tightly. His lips found mine and I resisted for only a few moments before letting myself slacken somewhat. I already felt his shaft pressing against my groin through his pants. A small jolt of pleasure swept through me as the hand that had been fondling my rear slipped even lower and he pressed his middle finger along the lips of my marehood.

Pulling from the kiss I said, heated blood rushing to my face as I looked away, “Here? But we're in the middle of the open. Anybody could see...”

He smiled, that irritatingly smug and confident smile that I couldn’t decide deserved a punch or not. If he were a true gentlestallion and not a corrupted bastard, I might have found that smile somewhat endearing.

“Oh? Perhaps you'll find you enjoy others watching me take you," he said, his finger teasing playfully along my entrance, not quite pushing in yet but causing my heart to beat faster all the same, "Alas there is no one about. I might enjoy showing you off to others. I have business that takes me away from the manor today, but I could hardly bring myself to leave before tasting of your sweet, perfect body. Oh, and to check up on our little one."

“There is not much to check,” I said with a small huff, trying to suppress my voice as his finger slowly worked it’s way inside of me. I'd become slick enough down there that his finger slipped inside easily, then another, and I clenched my mouth she tightly for a second to keep a moan in as those firm fingers worked their way deeper along my walls, sending small, hot waves of pleasure through me.

“It’s just the first month.”

“Ah, yes,” said Gilded as he knelt down in front of me, pressing his lips against my belly, right above my womb. His light kiss there was far too tender. At times I think I could stand Gilded better if he acted more openly vile, instead of these strange, gentle acts, “But a child should know his parents love it, even at this early stage. Grow strong, little one. You have a grand legacy to carry, and I want you to be as strong and desirable as your mother. Hmm, I think you're more than wet enough now...”

He said that last sentence while standing and unzipping his pants, removing the long, straight shaft of his member. I’d seen larger on other stallions since the Caribou took over, but Gilded’s was perhaps among the best proportioned, neither too wide nor too short. I hated to admit it but he was a near perfect fit, which he demonstrated as he threw one of my legs up against his side to allow himself easier access. I placed my arms around his neck, and the brief thought of strangling him entered my mind, but was just as quickly dismissed. I’d endanger myself and the life of my foal, now, by attacking Gilded.

His finger withdrew fro me, and he used that hand to spread my marehood’s lips for his shaft while his other hand went to my breasts, kneading into them. The pressure and alternating grips of strength on my breasts made me moan slightly, as that area was particularly sensitive for me. He knew just how to press and pull, when and where to alternate when using one hand, and especially he knew just where and how to tweak at my nipples. I detested that! It was so undignified to have a stallion treat my nipples in such a manner, but I hated it more because it was my most sensitive area and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. Shame and embarrassment mixed in equal levels with indignance as I groaned, not only from his foreplay on my breasts but the sudden, smooth manner he entered me.

Gilded thrust once, fully, to get his member pulsing right to the brim of my marehood. I could feel the blood pumping inside both of us, his shaft pulsing as if it had a heart of its own. Gilded began to thrust, withdrawing quicly then ramming straight back into me, as if intime with that heartbeat. I knew he wasn’t planning a long session. He could go hours if needed, but the fast, ragged intensity of his thrusts on top of the way he eagerly kissed me again, shoving his tonge into my mouth with a fierce need, told me he intended this to just be a “quickie”.

It didn’t matter. I wasn’t looking to satisfy any sexual desires myself. Any time I climaxed with Gilded I felt as if I was just one step closer to finally losing the battle to keep myself sane. Even so, his skill in knowing just how to thrust to touch the more pleasurable spots inside me quickly had me building towards orgasm with just a couple of minutes of hard, heavy thrusts.

We were both panting now, my heart hammering in my chest, my breasts heaving up and down with the thrusts as he continued to take me with us both standing. Before I knew it he’d grabbed my other leg and hoisted me up, impressing me for a second that he had enough strength to hold me aloft as he pistoned his cock into my now drenched marehood. I felt myself wrapping tighter around that thick shaft of heated meat and I knew my face was blazing red.

Every thrust of Gilded's shaft inside me seemed to be in tune with my racing heart, and feeling just the tip of it brushing lightly against the entrance to my womb was a jolt of both pain and pleasure at once that had me letting out short gasps as I kept my arms wrapped around his neck. Against my will I felt my legs also grip around his waist and as the pleasure surged through me with his every hard thrust I felt myself trying to bounce my rear up and down to be in rythm with him. It bothered me, how easily I now slipped into not merely being taken by Gilded, but got caught up in the act myself. I rationalized it as simply wanting to get the sex over with. If I got him to cum fast enough I didn't have to endure this until he decided to come to me again... yet that seemed a shallow excuse as I worked my hips to slide up and down his pounding shaft, my soaked marehood making slippery, wet gushes of noise to go along with my choked, ragged gasps and moans.

Even the feeling of my breasts packed tightly against his lean chest, rubbing up and down those slick muscles, adding a sensation of extra pleasure that I wanted to shake my head in denial at, but a part of me wanted Gilded to pay attention to them, to suck on them and rub them. As if reading my mind he suddenly did just that, leaning away far enough so he could get at my heaving breasts with his mouth. Feeling his warm tongue lashing over my nipples as he continued to ram his shaft into my soaking insides was enough to push me towards the edge. When he bit down one one of my nipples just lightly enough to cause pain but also jolt me with pleasure that set me off entirely.

There was a spike of pleasure, and a tightness in my groin and stomach, heat and pleasure wracking me as I let out a loud, ragged scream. My climax was short, but intense, and I knew I could have gone longer, and had more, but I felt Gilded shudder and he let out a soft, happy moan. Warmth splashed into me, a wave of heat that flowed from the tip of his shaft and right into the deepest part of my womb. It was like having a wave of hot water flow over my stomach, yet the warmth remained inside, bathing me in a hot glow. And I couldn't stand to admit it, but the feeling was… satisfying, on some deep physical level. I felt full, and complete... and a part of me hated that it was Gilded Cage, a stallion who treated me like property, that caused this feeling.

“Mmm, that was pleasant, my dear,” Gilded said as he carefully set me down, withdrawing his shaft from my still twitching marehood. I felt the slick strands of his seed flowing down my thighs, mixed with my own warm fluids, “Ah, but I’m probably running late now, because of this, but you are quite worth being late to a board meeting for. Now do play nice while I’m gone. Don’t give Padlock or any of the other guards any trouble, and do try to make nice with Lightning Dust. I left her rather tired out last night and she’s probably sleeping things off still, but if you happen to see her, tell her I expect her to be able to take twice as many next time. She’ll know what I mean.”

I just blinked at him in bewilderment for a moment, which appeared to amuse Gilded to no end as he chuckled boyishly and gave my belly a final affectionate stroke before turning to depart, calling over his shoulder, “Oh, one last thing, do try to play something more cheerful sometime. Your master commands it!”

I bowed, stiffly, letting the fall of my mane over my face hide my grimace, and remained silent as he strode away. I didn’t want to tell him that I wasn’t at all certain I even could play a more upbeat or cheerful tune. So much of my music came from within, and while I knew I had the discipline to play any piece that was put before me, I knew the music would fall flat if it wasn’t also in tune with how I felt. Cheerfulness was a feeling I hadn’t known for some time, now.

With Gilded gone for the time being I had at least some freedom to do as I pleased. He didn’t care what I or Lightning Dust did as long as he remained on the manor grounds and didn’t cause any trouble. His guards kept a close eye on things and while there were many places I could go to be alone, like this garden, I knew Gilded had the means to monitor every part of the manor. I’d experimented in my first week here with trying various locked doors and soon found that whenever I wandered where I shouldn’t, a guard wasn’t far behind. Clearly there was some kind of surveillance magic at work. I doubted if I tried to flee that I’d even get close to the tall, sculpted stone walls that surrounded the manor grounds before I’d be stopped. Not that escaping would serve much purpose. I was in Canterlot, the center of Caribou power in Equestria. If I escaped Gilded I’d merely end up in the hands of others who’d treat me even worse.

My playing had worked up an appetite, combined with the growing cravings from my pregnancy, so I decided I’d go to the kitchens. After that I’d either explore the manor some more, or perhaps do some aerobics. No matter the state of my life I intended to keep myself maintained and in good shape. The kitchens were located near the back of the manor. The whole three story building was situated in one of the oldest districts of Canterlot, right up against the side of the mountain. The sizable grounds that surrounding the main building consisted of many soft gravel pathways between gardens similar to the one I’d chosen to play in. There were two other buildings as well, a stout concrete guard house on the west end of the grounds that housed the quarters for the manor guards, and a long glass greenhouse on the east side which I had yet to enter. There was a wide paved road in front of the manor with a large marble fountain, leading to a near hundred pace stretch to the main gates, which actually had a tall, turreted tower overlooking it. The entire affair had an air of isolation, as if this manor was cut off from the rest of the world. I didn’t mind that at all, as it helped me forget how… horrible things were out there.

I collected my cello and carefully put it back in its case. I wouldn’t need to take it all the way back to my room before going to the kitchen because I knew I could easily get one of the “maids” to do that for me. The red collared maids here treated me with a surprising amount of deference, as if by being Gilded’s personal possession that somehow elevated me above them. It left me severely uncomfortable around them, more so than I already was around the red collared mares. I couldn’t fathom what made them accept their situations so eagerly. I might have seemed demure compared to some black collars, like Lighting Dust, but I still could never bring myself to throw my body wholeheartedly into serving the demands of the stallions like the red collars did. At least those poor purple collars had the excuse of having their minds damaged, to act the way they did.

The first red collared maid I encountered was just inside the first hallway I entered after going into the manor. I recognized her quickly. She was an earth pony mare like myself, with a rich grass-green coat and curled auburn mane. I couldn’t recognize her cutie mark because some despicable past master had replaced it with a brand resembling a open pair of legs. Her soft pink eyes lit up at seeing me as she nearly skipped towards me. As she did so her breasts flowed up and down like waves of green Jell-O. She was the only mare in the manor whose chest was larger than mine, and by a good margin. I couldn’t imagine how she could do housecleaning all day with no bra support, but she did it.

“Hello!” the mare said with a bright smile on her face, “Is there anything I can do for you? Does Master Gilded need anything? Oh, he just left, didn’t he? Did you please him? Oh I wish I could’ve watched, or helped! Master Gilded almost never pays any attention to us! I bet he’s fantastic to fuck! How’s your baby? I can’t wait to see how cute it is!”

I sighed, holding up my hands as if to ward her off as she nearly pressed herself right up against me. Rather unintentionally my hands ended up pushing against her breasts, not that she seemed to notice.

“Please, slow down. What happens between myself and Gilded is our own business, and yes, the foal is well. I do need you to take my cello back to my room, if you would?”

The mare bounced up and down happily, grabbing my cello case and slinging it over her shoulder as if it weighted nothing. I was impressed. Even for an earth pony this mare had a prodigious amount of physical strength. I wished I knew her name. Her real name. The maids were all named by the guards various horrible things like ‘Velvet Cunt’ or ‘Sloppy Seconds’. This poor mare’s nickname was ‘Uncanny Valley’, no doubt for the size of her breasts. I had seen her more than a few times using them to service the guards.

“I’d love to! I just finished with this hall anyway!” Uncanny said, looking at me with her eager pink eyes, and I actually saw her lick her lips, “You’re really pretty, if you don’t mind my saying so. I’m so jealous of Gilded choosing you, but I can totally see why! You’ve got such good proportions! And you’re so dignified and graceful!”

“I’m nothing that special,” I murmured as we both walked down the hall. The kitchen was on the same path as way to the pens until we’d reach the main hall, so I was stuck with Uncanny until then. I nearly jumped when she suddenly started feeling one of my own breasts with her free hand, squeezing it.

“Nothing special! You’re amazing! These are so perfectly round and sized! I bet you could give just as good a titjob as I could! Have you ever done that? A titjob? It’s a lot of fun! Hands are great but there’s nothing like a nice, rock hard cock between your tits!”

“Stop that!” I said, pulling away from her and glaring. Uncanny squeaked and backed away, looking for all the world like I’d slapped her despite the fact that I hadn’t touched her.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m sorry! I forget myself so easily! Stupid. I’m such a stupid cunt. I made the Master’s personal mare mad!”

“Hey, calm down,” I said, raising my hands in a calming gesture, “Just… don’t suddenly touch me without asking first, okay?”

“Oh. Okay!” she said, immediately going back to cheerful. We walked for another few seconds before she said, “So can I touch you now?”

“Ugh…no. No touching.”

We passed several rooms, including galleries of unusual items and artifacts. I’d looked inside a few of these over the past month and discovered Gilded had an… eccentric taste in art and the bizarre. While a few of the display rooms had pieces of art that were quite good and some even from artists and sculptors I recognized, others were just truly strange. One room had been filled wall to wall with paintings of the exact same dead tree, just from different angles. Another room had been empty save for a single pedestal holding a woven wood figurine that looked like something between a pony and a sea creature. Another room still had its walls lined with suits of archaic armor that didn’t look like it was made for a pony to wear.

Then there were the rooms in the basement I wasn’t allowed to go into. I wondered just what Gilded had secreted away in those places. At times, at night, when I had to use the restroom, I had the worst feeling of unease when walking the darkened halls of the manor. I couldn’t put a finger on what left me uneasy, it was just a sense that there was something off about the manor itself.

When Uncanny Valley and I reached the main hallway I turned left to make for the kitchen.

“Well, good day,” I said, or began to say, but as I started to speak I looked past Uncanny’s smiling face to see down the main hall towards the entry foyer. The wide double doors leading to the foyer were open; allowing me to see that someone was coming into the manor and was being greeted by the head guard, Padlock. I froze in place, starring, because the person who’d entered was not a pony.

It was a Caribou.

Like all of his race he was incredibly tall and muscular compared to any pony, even the biggest of stallions. Tight corded muscles rippled over a powerful frame of a light, almost coppery red coat. He wore little, as tended to be the case with Caribou. A simple loincloth and thick leather belt was his only lower covering, and he wore a long gray cloak over his wide shoulders. He was armed with a broadsword belted at his side.

“Ooooh,” Uncanny licked her lips, cheeks red as she looked at the Caribou, “Do you think he’s here to check on Master Gilded’s stock?”

By stock of course she meant the mares. It bothered me that that she could so easily refer to herself, to all fellow mares, as nothing but stock. The Caribou was speaking with Padlock but I couldn’t make out what was being said, but when Padlock glanced down the hallway at me and Uncanny and pointed I felt a icy pit form in my chest. The Caribou looked in my direction and his blue eyes held that same empty, contemptuous look I’d always seen on their kind when they looked at us mares. His voice rang out loud and clear now as he called to us.

“You, females! Come here!” he said in a tone I knew all too well. Pure, iron authority. Gilded’s voice was like a comforting breeze in comparison. I, strangely, suddenly felt a desire for Gilded to be here. I almost hated myself for that feeling. I also hated the way I obeyed, but there was no point in disobedience right now. While Gilded might’ve found my resistance attractive for whatever reason I’d never encountered a Caribou who would do anything other than make my treatment worse the more I proved difficult. Best to just… get this done with, whatever he wanted.

Uncanny and I entered the foyer and I kept my eyes respectfully lowered, while Uncanny herself was all but hopping like an eager, horny bunny, a bright smile on her face. The Caribou approached. I could only see his cloven hooves, knowing I shouldn’t meet his gaze unless commanded.

“So this is Gilded’s new pet?” the Caribou asked, his hand roughly coming down and gripping my face, forcing me to look towards him. His eyes were searching, calculating, and there was a glint of keen intelligence in those eyes that I wasn’t used to seeing in the otherwise brutish Caribou, “She’s lovely enough, I suppose, by your kind’s standards. Such a rare eye color among our own females. I remain fascinated by the number of colors you ponies come in. Tell me Padlock, has Gilded gone for the entire day?”

“He will be back by late afternoon, Lord Brant,” Padlock said, “His schedule is free tomorrow if you’d like for me to inform him to expect you.”

The Caribou, Brant, released me as if I’d been nothing more than a passing curiosity, turning to Padlock, “No need. This was merely a spur of the moment visit. Hm, but since you mention it, there is going to be a party held to celebrate the nameday of one of our magistrates. I wished to invite Gilded to attend. The entertainment should prove… memorable. The finest cunts in the city will be gathered for all to enjoy at their leisure, and I hear they've even gotten one of those… oh, what do you ponies call them? DJs? Yes, one of those, to provide the music.”

“Vinyl!?” I whispered before I could stop myself.

There was a moment of silence that followed, before Brant’s ironclad voice said, “Who gave you permission to speak?”

I began to stammer a reply but there was a hand around my chin, strong fingers clamping my jaw shut as Brant hauled me towards him, glaring at me.

“Do not bother answering, my little whore. I know Gilded’s taste in you black collars well, but clearly he needs to work on his methods of discipline! You’re mouth is not for speaking words, unless they are the words ‘Yes master’ or ‘fuck me harder’! Since you seem to have forgotten that perhaps I should demonstrate to you what you should use that mouth for.”

Before I knew what was happening I was shoved with incredible force down to my knees, the strength of the Caribou monstrous as he put one hand behind my head and held me in a iron grip, while his other hand went for his loincloth, working the buckles on the belt. Padlock, an ambivalent look on his face, stepped around to the side of us.

“Lord Brant, you may of course do as you please, but it is my duty as Lord Gilded’s guard captain to inform you that this mare is currently pregnant with Lord Gilded’s offspring. I say this only so that you know to be gentle in your disciplining of her, for the foal’s safety.”

That did seem to give Brant some pause. However cruel the Caribou were they seemed to take the matter of children seriously. They tended to treat pregnant mares carefully, at least in comparison to those mares that weren’t carrying foals.

“I see. So Gilded has finally decided to acquire a few heirs? Good for him. Its unhealthy for a man to leave his bloodline unsecured. He should choose more obedient, better disciplined mares to carry his heir, however. I shant break her, loyal Padlock. Sucking me off shouldn't affect the foal at all. Indeed, I hear nutrition is important during all stages of pregnancy.”

The last was said with a wide, eager smile as he got his belt loose and dropped his loincloth, revealing a truly massive, and vein covered shaft. I starred at it with wide eyes. I’d gag on that thing before it even got a third of the way down my throat, and if he tried to shove something like that inside my marehood… well, Padlock was right to fear for the foal. I prayed this Brant would know that to try and take me normally would put that foal at risk. If he just wanted me to use my mouth…

Uncanny Valley made a sudden, soft whining sound, biting her lower lip as she shifted on her feet. One of her hands was down around her own plump, puffy marehood, making a slight, sticky noise as she pumped her fore and index finger in and out of herself. Her other hand was rubbing her giant breasts, causing them to jiggle about.

Brant glanced her way, one thick eyebrow raising, “What do you want, cunt? Speak!”

“Oh, Lord Brant, please, let me help! I want it so bad! Look,” she used her fingers to spread her lower lips, “My cunt is drenched just looking at you! Oh please oh please let me help suck your cock! Then fuck me! Shove that giant piece of meat into me! I can use my tits too!”

As if to emphasis this she licked her lips in a suggestive manner while shaking her chest, letting her massive mounds speak for themselves with their titanic swaying.

Padlock rolled his eyes, though he had a slight smirk on his face, “Uncanny Valley there is one of our more eager maids, Lord Brant. Perhaps you’ll find her more to your liking than Lord Gilded’s black collared breeder mare.”

Brant snorted, “I shall discipline the black collar, but if this cunt wants to play as well then I have all the cum she could possible want! Come, cunt, get down here with this other whore and get to work!”

He punctuated his command by taking me and shoving my face towards his cock, my snout bumping right up against it. The shaft was ludicrously hot and I could feel the blood pumping through the huge shaft. Uncanny was next to me in an instant, on her knees and starting off with a panting, eager lick up that shaft that caused Brant to grunt in pleasure. His glare at me told me I needed to start as well or there would be dire consequences. Padlock looked on, not showing on his stoic face whether he approved of this or not.

Bracing myself, just wanting this over with, I began to lick. The taste was salty, warm, and a tad metallic. I could feel the pulse of Brant’s heartbeat through his cock as my tongue roved up it, then down. It was little different than when I did this with Gilded, despite the rough grip on my head. My tongue brushed up against Uncanny’s several times and once the mare even leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth in a fast, sloppy kiss before going back to working on Brant. She went lower than I did, cupping the Caribou’s massive, swinging scrotum, kissing it, and working her lips over it eagerly like she was sucking a lollipop. I opted to go higher, licking along the tip of his cock, peeling back the foreskin to get at the tip.

“Mmmph…good… very good,” Brant said between grunts, “At least you know how to do this much well. Gilded must be teaching you something. Now, take it.”

In an instant I found him pushing forward and I tried not to instinctively resist as his cock shoved its way into my mouth, pushing into my throat. I remembered to keep my teeth up and away from the delicate skin and there was little I could do except close my eyes and endure as Brant began to thrust. I tried to swish my tongue, move my lips, anything to provide a bit more stimulation along his thrusting shaft, just so he would cum sooner and this would be over.

“Ooooh, no fair! I want to taste your cock too!” cried Uncanny, her hands still working along Brant’s swinging ball sack, while her tongue licked around his thighs.

“In a moment, eager little cunt, in a moment! This one will drink my first load!” Brant proclaimed, smiling as he increased his tempo. I felt the tension building in his shaft, the rapid pulse of his quickening heartbeat. I knew it’d be soon. Caribou tended to cum quickly, because they didn’t care about prolonging their own pleasure.

Within moments he shoved so hard into my throat I couldn't help but gag a bit, tears staining my eyes as I felt a warm, thick wave of seed wash down my throat. Brant growled as he came, and when he withdrew it left a salty trail of the stuff in my mouth that I quickly swallowed, if only so I could clear my throat to start coughing.

“Hmph, you need to work on your ability to handle properly sized males better, cunt,” Brant said, then turned his attention to Uncanny, whose tail was literally wagging back and forth, “Now then, I think I’ll try those lovely tits of yours.”

“Oh yes master! Please do master!” Uncanny said as she bared her breasts towards him, using her hands to pushing them up and out, “I’ll make you feel the best!”

I, thankfully, was given some room to breath as Uncanny went to work. She pressed her tits up so that Brant could shove his cock in between their heaving green forms, his tip poking out the top of her heaving valley. The both went at it, almost instantly forming a rhythm as if they could read each other’s minds. Brant put his hands on her shoulders to keep both her and him steady as he pumped away. Uncanny giggled and cried out in joy as she pressed her tits around his thrusting cock, using her mouth to play with and tickle the tip of Brant’s shaft whenever it poked out the top.

“Lord Brant your cock simply amazing!”

“Of course it is. These tits of yours are impressive. I think I’ll be asking Gilded to borrow you sometime soon. I’d like to breed you with another sizeable mare, to see just how large I can get a pony mare’s tits! Ha! Mmmph.”

“Cumming soon my lord? Please, come wherever you like!”

In response to that I watched Brant laugh and shoved Uncanny to the ground. She squealed in delight as he shoved her legs open and repositioned his shaft to thrust into her waiting pussy. I didn’t dare move, or even look away, as Brant finished with a series of fast, hard thrusts that were so hard and hit with such force I actually feared for Uncanny’s safety. I expected Brant to break the poor mare’s pelvis with the ferocity of his final thrusts, her tits flopping around like tidal waves of pert flesh. When Uncanny howled I thought for sure Brant had broken something, shattered some bone, but now she was just orgasming, a literal fountain of mare cum erupting from her pussy as Brant himself snorted and unleashed a torrent of his own cum deep into her pulsating interior.

If that had been me, if Padlock hadn’t spoken up about my pregnancy, Brant could have easily hurt the foal. I wondered if that meant I owed Padlock?

With Brant finished he withdrew from Uncanny and left her there quivering on the floor as if she were no more important than a discarded piece of tissue paper. Which was really all she was to him. What any mare was to any Caribou, and most stallions.

But not Gilded? I thought.

My own confused feelings towards my captor, my master, my… whatever he was, were only emphasized by the scene before me. To Brant I and Uncanny were just pieces of tissue paper to cum into and discard. For Gilded, both myself and in some ways perhaps Uncanny Valley and the other maids… we were valued property. Valued. I didn’t think, ethically, it should have made any kind of difference in how I viewed Gilded. Property was property. That’s what I told him when he’d first taken me. That no matter how well he treated me, no matter how precious I was to him, as long as I was property I would never be his…

…that I could never love him.

But it was a stark contrast, all the same, the way Brant used us, then turned away as if we no longer mattered. He nodded to Padlock, “Do pass along my invitation. The party is two weeks from tomorrow. Hm, in fact inform him that I’d like to see that black collared cunt there at the party, and for her to be properly trained to serve her betters at the party. Gilded needs the practice, I think, in keeping his mares in check.”

“I’ll ensure Lord Gilded is informed,” Padlock said with a bow, and he escorted Brant from the manor, only pausing once to glance back at me and Uncanny.

“Clean yourselves up. Uncanny, I expect to see you back to work!”

“Mmmrrrrr, yes master Padlock!” Uncanny said, still laying on the floor, fingering her gaping, cum drenched pussy.

I merely nodded, “Yes… master Padlock.”

I gathered Uncanny up and had to nearly drag her back into the hall, where my cello in its case had been left behind. My hands were shaking as I picked up the case, straining under the weight of both it and Uncanny. I knew I’d gotten lucky. Brant could have done far worse to me than a little forced fellato. But I was afraid of what would happen at the party two weeks from now. I got the impression Brant would fully intent to test me on my obedience, and with two weeks he’d have plenty of time to devise various humiliating possible ways to test me.

And Vinyl Scratch would be there. I didn’t know if I could stand seeing her again. To see her reveling in serving the Caribou and the stallions as a red collar… it’d been horrible before, I couldn’t imagine it being any better now. Yet despite that was a part of me hopeful? Despite Vinyl’s complete turning to the Caribou’s ways there was a corner of my heart that still cared for her. That might make it all worse, though.

Uncanny groaned as I helped her down the hall towards the pens, her eyes still glazed over with pleasure and her legs so shaky they barely held her weight. I looked at her with a mixture of contempt and concern. I couldn’t stand her eager nature, but she was such an upbeat and kind soul it was hard not to worry about her. In a way her eagerly throwing herself at Brant had spared me the worst of the Caribou’s attention.

“How has this become my life?” I wondered to myself.

“I don’t know, you seem to enjoy it from what I’ve been seeing,” came a voice from behind me and I turned to see Lightning Dust coming around the corner of a side hallway.

The pegasus mare was naked, but walked like it didn’t matter, her every movement showing confidence and a overbearing sense of self assurance. She crossed her arms firmly under her breasts and looked me and Uncanny over with a look of wry amusement.

“I mean, you sucked off that Caribou so well I figured you had to have been enjoying it. Almost as much as that red collared bitch there.”

I frowned, setting Uncanny down gently against the wall as I turned to face Lightning Dust fully. I met her sharp eyes, holding my chin up, “I assure you I took no pleasure from that. I merely did as I had to in order to keep myself safe.”

“Right, and that’s all that matters to you? Staying safe? Pleasing our mutual ‘master’ so you get patted on the head and told you’re a good doggy? Pathetic.”

A felt heat rising in my chest, and I fought to keep my face passive and calm, to maintain my air of refined composure. I had no intention of letting this lout of a mare get to me.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but have you not also been pleasing Gilded on a daily basis? We’re both in the same situation.”

“Oh, sure, me and the pencil dick bump rumps, the same as you. The difference is I give as good as I get, and force the fucker to work for his satisfaction. I don’t do what he tells me, not until he resorts to those fucking toys of his. And the sick fuck likes it that way, but whatever, as long as I get what I want from him I don’t give two shits if he thinks he can ‘train’ me. You, though? He’s already got you paper trained like a good bitch. You might act all indignant in bed with him but I’ve heard you two go at it. You’re moaning and screaming as much as this red collar screamed with the Caribou. Face it Octavia, you’re a red collar. You like getting fucked like some piece of quivering meat. You just try to act like some dignified mare, but under that you’re just a slut.”

I didn’t realize it, but my hand was clutching the handle on my cello case so hard it was starting to hurt. I had a mental image of smashing the case square into Lightning Dust’s smirking face, but I pushed the thought away. I was not a brute, or a thug, or some unrefined mare who lacked self control. I smiled at Lightning Dust, a thin smile, but a smile.

“Say what you will, but I am no more willing to lay with Gilded than you purport to be. But I will not make my life harder by fighting what at the moment can’t be fought. I will face this situation, as I have since the Caribou arrived, with the poise and good grace of a proper Canterlot mare. If the Caribou can’t break me of that dignity then you certainly won’t with your foalish taunts.”

I turned from her and went to Uncanny, slipping one of her arms around my shoulder, but she simply shook her head, “I’m good. I can walk. Whoooo, that Caribou really messed me up. Oh, hi miss Lightning Dust! How are you?”

It was as if Uncanny didn’t even notice the tension between me and Lightning Dust as she grinned happily and waved to the pegasus mare. Lightning Dust blinked at her, then shook her head with a disgusted sigh, “Hi, slut, how was the fucking today?”

“Fantastic!” Uncanny said, utterly oblivious to Lighting Dust’s derogatory tone, “Lord Gilded’s Caribou friend really knows how to plough a cunt like me! I can’t wait for him to come back! Oh, he said something about a party didn’t he? I wonder if Lord Gilded will need me to come along? That would be so much fun! So many cocks, it’s a shame I only have the three holes…”

Lightning Dust gave me a look of utter disgust and I just met that look with a challenging glare of my own. No matter how much of a symbol of what was wrong with the world Uncanny might be, I still couldn’t bring myself to hate her. Lightning Dust just snorted at me and started to walk away.

Remembering something Gilded had said earlier I found myself calling after Lightning Dust, “There’s something Gilded wanted me to tell you; next time he expects you to take twice as many!”

That caused her to pause, and for a second I thought I saw her shudder, then she just growled and stalked away, mane bristling, but not looking back.

I smiled and found my steps lighter as I followed Uncanny back to the pens to drop off my cello. I somehow imagined that breakfast, now, might taste a tad bit sweeter.

The rest of the day passed slowly. I ate, practiced a little more with my cello, and explored the manor some more. Uncanny Valley had suggested I try playing my cello for the other maids, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. The maids for the most part still left me uncomfortable, and I doubted I could play well while any of the guards were in there making use of the maids, which was almost always the case. I did use the exercise room for a few hours to work on keeping myself in shape, but left soon after a few of the guards dragged a number of the maids into that room to... make creative use of some of the exercise equipment.

I was wandering the exterior grounds once more, enjoying the sight of the clouds turning various shades of deeper orange and red as the sun started to set, when I heard a commotion by the gates. Curiosity driving me I walked around the side of the manor to look towards the front road, and it was there I saw Gilded directing a crew of porters carrying what looked like a... coffin?

No, not quite. It was sized and shaped like a coffin, but it was made from black iron ans sealed tightly with chains.

Gilded directed the porters to set the iron box down and hand it off to a set of the manor guards, led by Padlock, who spoke quickly and in hushed tones with Gilded. Was Padlock passing along Brant's message, I wondered? Gilded seemed thoughtful as I saw him nod and rub his chin, then he snapped his fingers with a grin and said something to Padlock I couldn't hear, which caused the guard captain to slump his shoulders and nod. I got the impressing Gilded had just given Padlock an order he wasn't thrilled to follow.

Just then Gilded glanced my way and I saw his face light up with a smile. He gestured me over just as the guards were carrying the iron box inside.

"Octavia, my dear, I'm glad you're already here. I'm having Padlock go collect Lightning Dust right now. I want both of you to be there when we get the box open."

"I...see," I said, giving the iron box a concerned look. It was just sized right for a pony to fit inside, and I had a strangely... cold feeling inside me as I looked at it, "What is inside?"

"Not what, my dear, who, "Gilded said with a wide, almost manic grin as he rubbed his hands together, "The proper question is 'who is inside?'. The answer is simple; yours and Lightning Dust's new sister."

Author's Note

One thing I'm learning about writing clop through this story is that its hard as hell to try and think of new ways to put a spin on what is basically the same act. It was fun, though, writing from a different perspective this time. I wanted to do at least one chapter from Octavia's point of view, and I'll probably do one from Lightning Dust and the other mare's at some point, though it'll be back to Gilded's POV for the next chapter. Also happy to bring a Caribou character into this, though you don't get to learn much of anything about Brant this chapter. You'll see more of him later, though. Anyway, hope you folks who are following along with this continue to enjoy things. As always I take all comments and love to hear your thoughts, ideas, and suggestions.